Weyrling Meara on Green Pyrrth

Player: T'Star

Name: Meara
Age: 18 (31.12)
Rank: Weyrling, Guard

Description: All shades of fire are manifested in this woman. Her dark red hair is twisted with highlights of black, like embers, which falls unbound to her waist. Her complexion is a light bronze, as if the sun had brightened a more drab base. Her features are stubbornly delicate, her body whipcord slender, with just enough curve to prevent her from being mistaken for a male. Bright green eyes, a true clear shade, are the only /cool/ tone on her form. Deep set into those delicate features they give her a vaguely mischievous look.

Personality: Robin Goodfellow. She has a delight for anything mischievous. Her temper and attitudes are as fiery as her appearance. She is very quick to loose her temper but equally quick to cool down after loosing it and she seldom holds a grudge. She has a passion for fire, lighting, and other dramatic displays (fire and light displays have the deepest place in her heart.) She has an impish sense of humor and usually appreciation for a well turned joke or prank out ways any annoyance when they’re turned back on her. She doesn’t quite understand why some people don’t react the same way. Nothing frightens her. She is currently fearless to the point of recklessness.

Gender/Preference: Female/any one willing, though her only emotional attachments have been to males.

History: Born at Telgar hold both of her parents were weaver, and doted on their one daughter out of 5 children (three older, one younger sibling.) Growing up her stated goal in life was to show up each and every one of her brothers, or at the very least make them work to keep up with her, which they did, especially the eldest who was enough older not to want to admit his kid sister was better at him at anything. As she got older, though, she more and more kept the competitions private, especially with Jayk the one immediately older than she and closest to her in age. Somewhat slow on the up take, he was a big, gangly gawk of a boy. Her most common playmate she tended to tone things down around him to avoid confusing or upsetting him. On the upside he was strong enough that the pair of them managed to get into no end of mischief. Her parents felt the trade off was well worth it. Things went well until she turned eleven, and Jayk just over 13. Their oldest brother (then 18) was on the brink of making journeyman in the Bakercraft. The next oldest (16) was making headway in the Beastcraft. Jayk had just apprenticed to the smith at the Hold when riders from Telgar Weyr searched him. No one realized how much of a stabling influence he had been on Meara until he was gone. She drifted away from the forges where he had been studying, and turned her hand to nothing in particular. Or at least that was what her parents thought. When they caught her picking pockets in the hold’s main hall, they were stunned, and immediately apprenticed her to the same smith Jayk was learning under. She missed his hatching because of it, and his impression to bronze Quilith, which did nothing to improve her mood. Over the next two years she was bounced from craft to craft but nothing seemed to stick. Then a guard for one of the trade caravans, Kristos by name, caught her trying to filch from one of their wagons. It just so happened the captain of the Telgar guards was an old, old friend of his and he dropped her off there. The Captain decreed if she was to break the law she’d spend at least a little time up holding it, at least until she understood what a pain in the backside it could be. Again she was misjudged, but this time happily so. She enjoyed the guards, finding something that /finally/ put all her energy to use. She knew most of the tricks from having tried to pull them at one time or another. Weapon wise, she favored two long, slender daggers. Mostly she didn’t need them, and she has happily been settling barroom brawls, petty thefts, and occasionally more major incidents since, much to the relief of her family and the delight of J’yk.

She made Sergeant as rapidly as she had made trouble, so when it was announced that a new Weyr was being created in the South, Meara was tasked with escorting Telgar Hold’s donation to the new weyr. While not a full tithe by any respect, it was sufficient an occasion to merit a bit of pomp, and, in spite of her lackadaisical attitude when it came to off duty hours. Meara took her guarding very seriously. It was about the only thing, most said, she /did/ take seriously.

Unfortunately for Telgar, and of dubious fortune for her, Meara was searched by a recalcitrant blue upon arrival. She took it like most things she took in life, with a laugh and a promise to be back to Telgar in time to catch her fellow guards napping on their shift. Strangely enough shortly before the hatching, she discovered her brother, J’yk had also transferred to Mountain Song Weyr. She’d been surprised at how much he’d changed from the serious, somewhat uncertain boy she’d know.

J’yk was in the stands when the hatching came, there in time to cheer her on and witness her impress green Pyrrth. Her parents were heard to remark that they would have to keep her youngest brother out of range of the dragons, at least for a few more years!

Pets:
Name: Twist
Species: Firelizard
Age: 4
Color: Gold
Description: Twist is a mottled mess of metallic hues. Red/gold dominates but bright sunny shades are liberally splashed over her narrow head and down her sinuous neck. Her broad shoulders are painted in random patches of dark, antique gold that splatter over her sails in glittering profusion. Paler hues twine down her haunches, the russet fading away on her tail, until the very tip seems almost purely white-gold.

Crafter: Yes
Craft: Guard
Craft Rank: Sergeant
Specialties: two long daggers

Dragon Name: Pyrrth
Color: Green
Age: less than a year
Description: Mottled green covers her hide in a patchwork collection of shades. Her prominent eye ridges are splashed with the pale greens of sea foam contrasting with the irregular streak of forest down her muzzle. Her overly long neck is swirled and spotted with every possible variant imaginable, no one color dominating, or even suggesting at a over all base hue. Her body shifted more towards forest tones; pale leaf greens dotted with pine across her surprisingly narrow shoulder blades. Her compact haunches sweep back to a surprisingly long, whip like tail, so long it seems almost overbalancing. Her long, slender wings shimmer with the scattered tones of gems, jade, emerald, peridot, with faint hints of
turquoise about the edges. 
Personality: Pyrrth is not the brightest dragon in existence, but she is extremely practical. Unfortunately the combination leads her to state the
obvious quite frequently. Sometimes it takes a while for her to reach some basic conclusions that fall outside her experience. Complicated or illogical jumps of reason are beyond her, though she tries to make up for her lack of smarts by over thinking things... which, alas, usually backfires by confusing her more.
Strengths/weaknesses: She’s a clutz if ever there was one. On land she’s always tripping over her own tail or her wings. In the air, to start she won’t be much better. She thinks too much about what she’s doing. She actually functions /better/ in an emergency than a normal situation, for she is practical enough that she simply starts to react rather than try and figure out. In situations like that she will be stunningly quick, the tail and the length and shape of her wings lending her an abnormal agility for her length. Unfortunately most of the time she’ll be so worried about running
into someone that agility will be lost.