Post by Wangri on Jul 17, 2009 10:51:07 GMT -5
Person:
[/u]Name: Pasine
Gender: Female
Age: 19
Loyalty: Benden
Rank: Weyrling / Apprentice Weaver
Family:
Father, Woodsmith Sigren, Assumed Dead
Mother, Master Weaver Ponet, Benden Hold
Biffle, Shmee, Candidate, Surion Weyr
Appearance:[/center]
Pasine appears to most as a specter; pale, poised and forbidding as hell. No matter how much time she spends outdoors, her skin tone remains softly blotchy and her light blonde hair only bleaches to a lighter color. Grey eyes are watery whether she is on the verge of tears or not, threatening a cascade of tears over high and thin cheekbones. Her face is pointed but not unsightly. Her petite nose seems almost too small for her face, and her upper lip protrudes over her lower. Her thin eyebrows arch over her eyes, giving the impression that she is in a constant state of surprise. Once elegant hands are calloused by her craft, but remain nimble and useful. At all times the woman holds herself aloft, retaining a noble air but shying away from physical contact.
Pasine has cut her hair in a bob-style with her bangs angling off to one side. To off-set her natural white-tones in her body, the young woman has slowly woven herself a wardrobe of rich, deep colors over the years. Usually she wears long petticoats or dresses that fill in her beenpole body, but on the occasion that she wears trousers they are always black.
Personality:
To put it nicely, Pasine is an intelligent neat-freak. Nothing irks her more in the world than disorder and she has extreme difficulty dealing with disorder. She is so impulsive that her compulsive behavior borderlines a Pern equivalent of OCD. She also has a keen eye and is very observant. She is interested in how things tick and has a large amount of intricate mechanical skill. Though she seriously lacks the creativity needed to create innovating machines. What she does not lack, however, curiosity. In fact, she has over abundances of it when faced with something intriguing. When this inquisitiveness is occupied, Pasine doesn't mind being alone and will spend candlemarks trying to create beautiful masterpieces, wearing herself out and always ending in failure.
Also, Pasine dislikes humor because she does not understand it. She is a very serious person and take everything people say literally, often over-analyzing things to the point of confusion on her part. In other words, Pasine is very practical. She dislikes things that don't serve a purpose or if the purpose is pointless in her eyes. The arts, pets, walks on the beach, all little things in life are what she deems pointless. One of the few frivolous things that Pasine enjoys is music. While she would most likely handle and instrument well, her singing voice is horrible. Really, really, really horrible.
History:
Pasine was born at Benden Hold after a fling between a Journeyman Woodsmith and a MasterWeaver. Her father, the Woodsmith Sigren, requested the Hall for a transfer as soon as he found out her mother, the much older MasterWeaver Ponet, was with child. Hall accepted his application for a transfer and he left in the middle of the night. Nither Ponet nor Pasine would ever know of what happened to him.
Nine months passed, and Ponet went into labor. The birth was nothing short of melodramatic. The mother fell to the floor of the Weavingworkshop on the first contraction, breaking a hip in the process, and was dragged to the Infirmary where Pasine was born a fortnight early. The newborn baby shed tears but refused to utter so much as a whimper despite valiant efforts on the Healers’ parts, so they eventually declared her mentally impeded and handed the baby to Ponet.
Though her first turn was spent in the Infirmary as her mother’s hip slowly healed, Pasine spent the majority of her childhood in the Weavingworkshop with her mother and her mother’s apprentices. They were like a female family, offering more stability and love than a father ever could. The child return the affections by diving into the Weaving craft at a young age where she would learn her first lessons of the work-a-holic lifestyle.
As Pasine grew she would begin to prove the Healers wrong. She was definitely not mentally impeded; in fact she was quite intelligent. Unfortunately she lacked the creativity needed to create wonderful pieces of clothing like her mother and her advancement in the craft was slow, much to her mother’s dismay. Pasine redoubled her efforts at each failure, often secluding herself in the workshop overnight only to again be faced with disappointment.
A seventeen Pasine was feeling a little lost in life. If she couldn’t fit in with her Weaver family then she is surely going to be whisked away for an arranged marriage soon. By a pure stroke of luck, the Hold was visited by searchrider one day as she was sulking around the Dining Hall. Soon she was whisked away to Surion Weyr, where she met an intriguing character named Shmee. They soon became BFFs.
Dragon
Name: Sphinith
Color:
Age: Hatchling
Appearance:[/center]
Sphinith's true claim to fame is his swirled hide. Not one inch is similar to another, since all different shades of blue grade his hide. It almost looks like patchwork, only at the edges the hues blend into each other in elegant swirls asymmetrically. Most notable are the opposing baby blue and navy blue swirls on the tip of each wing, and a periwinkle swirl that engulfs most of his head.
Otherwise, this blue is somewhat average. He's slightly on the smaller side, with a curvy and slightly skinny build. All appendages are basically proportional; no body part seems to stick out anymore than others. He's rather agile in the air (and the ground for that matter) for his color, but just barely beats out greens, and his stamina is far from fantastic. Most notable is that the blue can perch on almost any ledge, cliff or tree, since he has an amazing sense of balance that really helped him out in his Weyrling years.
Personality:
Pasine's nickname for Sphinith, Muse, explains him well, even if she uses it extremely sparingly. The blue is the half that completes his rider. He is extremely empathetic and docile, loving all living things and never hurting them. The only exception is if his rider is threatened. Much like his hide, Sphinith is very creative and innovative, proving his high intelligence in his cunning.
The two do share a few qualities, though. Both love to chat it up and are gossip-hounds, even if they are both strangely stiff and formal in their speech. Both are extremely respective to authority, but expect much respect in return. Both do feel the urge to be bossy, though Sphinith mostly tunnels his commands towards Pasine, expecting her to do her part in return for the unconditional love and support he gives her.
Cat:
Name: Beau
Color: Seal Pointed Brown
Age: Two Turns
Appearance:[/center]
With a sleek, soft coat, Beau is an attractive cat. His base coat is a dark brown that tones evenly across his body. As a Seal Point, his appendages are dipped in black, deepest near the paws and then gradually fading into dark chocolate until it blends with his body. His tail is also the same, starting an ebony at the tip and eventually blending to the base of his body. There is a black dot of color directly in the middle of his collar bone, but otherwise his belly is brown like his body. Finally, a black dorsal stripe lines his spine starting from his head and blending into his tail. He is an average sized cat, well proportioned throughout his body.
Beau's face is not an expressive one, but it is still remarkable. Again, his Seal Point heritage calls for black fur on the ears, eyes, nose and chin. But his oddity are the light brown and white speckles that run up his nose, almost like freckles. Still even more striking about Beau are his eyes. Though his pupil is bordered by a thin ring of brown, the majority of his eyes are of a golden color.
Personality:
Beau is a lover, not a fighter. He simply adores all living things, including even tunnel snakes, and will never so much as raise a claw against anyone. Being pet his his favorite pastime, of which he will spend hours if anyone has the time. At times you can even feel his vibrating purr through other objects, since it is obnoxiously oversized. Curiosity is going to kill this cat, though. He loves to poke his freckled nose into places that it shouldn't be when he gets bored, even if his intentions are innocent. You could call him a fearless cat, or you could call him unintelligent. Both assumptiona are correct, for Beau is not a smart cat. Sometimes he will even investigate the same thing twice, having forgotten it from the time before.
Truly, he is Pern's worst mouser. Currently he resides in the stables until Pasine passes out of Weyrlinghood.[/font]
