Post by Shiftergirl on Jan 13, 2011 23:49:37 GMT
Your name: Shiftergirl
Character Number: 2
Character Name: Jessie
Age: 25
Birth Season: Early Spring
Gender: Female
Rank: Dragonless.
Sexuality: Homosexual
Appearance: She stands at 5'6, and weighs a little under
160Ib's. Skinny and frail looking, her eyes are sunken in and there are many stress-lines on her face. Her hands are scared from cuts she's had for many years, her left has a large cut going from her elbow to her wrist. Smaller cuts line her back and a somewhat mid size cut goes from her left eyebrow, across her eye, down her cheek to her ear and ends under her hair-line at the back of her neck. She is however not blind in her eye, even though other think otherwise.
Sometimes when you look into her face you can see a shy girl, but only when she is alone and unaware another is around. At all times she has a hard look upon her face, one that looks brash and cold, or even uncaring.
She wears either tight shirts and pants that will cover some of her scars, or she will switch up and wear clothing so long and baggy, you can't see any of her scars unless they are the ones covering her face and hands. Her regular wear of shoes would be riding boots, but on those hot day she will find her sandals and put them on. For days when its extremely hot, she will get a shirt that is string cut shoulder's and cut above her belly button, she will wear shorts and sandals with this, usually her shorts will be anywhere from above her knee's to just under them.
Her hair is a mild light brown, close to a dirty blond. Falling down to the middle of her back, it's sometimes braided and sometimes not. At all times she will keep her hair brushed and pulled back, weather it be from braiding it or simply pulling it up into a horse-tail. Her eyes are a light brown, darkening with her moods until they are almost black.
Personality: Once she was a shy, flirty girl, now she's a hard, cold woman. From the lose of her dragon she's grown cold and angry. When she goes to bed sometimes she will go into a a kind of black space in the back of her mind. When other ask for advice or a simple question she is quick to respond and will gladly give directions, but if you want her to do something, she has a price and will ask for something in return. Anything that involves a dragons death throws her off, putting her into a rage sometimes, but she will recover quickly before harm in done, going back to her barracks for time to recover.
She Hates the new creatures, the Basilisk's with a passion. Blaming them for her love, her dragon's death, and will open her mouth and tell other just what she thinks about them in the weyr. She would rather see them return from where they came from or down right dead.
At all times she is aware of her surroundings, even when she has the look of being unaware, always hearing what other say of her and her past. Friends have tried to help her, but she's just unwilling sometimes to care, though she tries she will put a bold effort in smiling and sounding happy, even laughing some days, in the end when she is alone she will go back into a black mood, only caring in the end for her cat and no other, not even herself.
History: Born of Ruathan blood, her father was a feline breeder and her mother was a cook. Her father had a life of breeding the cats of their hold, taking care to feed and train them for either hunting or simply for the lady or lord of the hold at the time. Not many cats were born in a year, limiting his breeding so as not to over populate the hold with cats. Her mother on the other hand was a cook who was born and bred into the rank, she loved the smell of the kitchen even when just a baby. She helped with feeding the hold and the people in it, even when they were sick. This was how her parents had met, her father had gotten ill from a simple cold turned ugly. On bed-rest the healer had given him medicine for his treatment and had ordered that a cook or drudge give him his food and the med's with it. Taking the job, she was quick to respond and soon he was a healthy person again.
Not long afterward Jessie was born, her mother wanted her to become a cook like her, and her father wanted her to take after him with the cats. Sharing her, they both taught her to take care of each, the cats in the morning and the food during dinner. At the age of 12, her mother gave birth to her little brother who they named Alron, because her mother had no time for her, the baby, and cooking, Jessie was left with her father who smiled and praised her much. For her 13th birthday her father graced her with one of the cats he'd been breeding, a small unusual colored creature. The kitten hadn't been taken by any of the hold or local farmer for a hunting cat, he'd been forced to keep the kitten and gave it to her. From her fathers helps and training she quickly taught the cat how to hunt and bring down birds, even teaching the creature how to play fetch in a way, throwing the ball and bringing it back.
At 15 Jessie was searched by the local weyr by a blue. Flying by and landing for a quick break, the blue had poked its head into the stables, scaring the beasts into a frenzy. This had made his rider laugh and apologize many times to the beast handler and the lord of the hold at the time. As she'd been on her way back to the kitchens with her cat, named Felix, she'd been stopped by the blue, who'd pushed his nose right in her way, blocking her from going into the hold. His rider a tall man, had pulled her off to the side and had explained that unless she came along, well she wasn't going to be able to go back inside. Apparently the blue, named Tylinth, wanted her desperately to come, saying he liked her. Nervous about this, she shyly agreed to go and this started her life as a candidate.
Inside the weyr she was known as the shy girl with the large cat. She didn't make many friends, those she did make weren't likely to stick around and she was left behind. She stood for two hatching, one with a queen egg and one without before her third hatching produced Lilith, her bonded. At 18, she had finally gotten her dragon. A green dragon who was bold and spontaneous to the other, lime colored and full of spirit, her hatching was just as crazy. Being born backward, she'd come out of the shell tail first. Falling flat on her back, she'd stared right at Jessie and hiccuped.
Jessie love, the world is upside down and i can't seem to get up, would you help your Lilith and then feed me. She chirped out, making something like a giggling demand of it.
Four Turns passed and her, Lilith, and Felix were well known among the weyrling's as the local joker. Lilith always pulling stunts and playing games with the younger dragons, yet being stricked and bold in her speech to keep them in line.
When the move for the west came, Lilith was one of the first to go, pulling hers and Felix along for the ride. Jessie didn't really want to go, but as Lilith knew best, she went away. This however became her worst night-mare. When the group had been sent into the fog, Lilith had been with a group in the front, small and scouting, looking for trouble, and finding it. Attacked on two sides, they never had a chance and two dragon's between when Lilith was struck. Bulging out, she was caught just under her left wing and across her chest when Jessie was caught upon her back and face. Betweening to the weyr Lilith laid her before others, roaring for a healer, pushing other away when the tried to help Lilith instead of her's, growling until a healer would look upon her bond. When the healer did, he told the dragon that she may never use left eye again. Crying for her bonds possible lose, Lilith lost a lot of blood, even before she'd gone back to the weyr she knew she was going to die, her wing was broken, never would she fly again, and she was pale.
I shall be with you always! Was her parting words before she between forever. When this happened Jessie lost it, for a full month she was crazed, never leaving her weyr, not willing to give up her dragon or her things. Felix started to take the place of Lilith, staying with her at all times, hissing and growling at other when they came for Jessie. Soon all Jessie could see was Felix, and hate the Basilisk's with her soul. She hates them greatly, even when the creatures came to they weyr she became more enraged with them and hatred filled her at the mention of the creatures. Once she was calmed enough she moved from a dragonrider weyr to a weyrfolk barrack, she hated the move, but others in the weyr would need them soon, as the hatching had started and soon new dragon's would grace the sky.
Relation to Existing/Pending Character?: N/A
Future: I want her to get over her hate for the Basilisk's, for her to come to love them, and the only way would be through a forced bond with one. A bond that would be unexpected for her.
Pets: A long-haired cat named Felix, She's a Main coon and one of Ruatha's most prized breed of cat. Though she wasn't taken at birth she loves Jessie with all her heart, sticking to her side at all times, at most times looking more like a large predatory cat rather then a house cat. She is a built cat, mostly muscle and power. At all times she, like her master, is fully aware of her surroundings, and much to other distaste, she also shows up at random occasions. If Jessie is in a black mood she will plant herself on her's lap and stay there until she is feeling better, then she might leave.
Felix Front
Felix Side/Front
((I got the cat breed from this Link.))
((FIXED. And Felix is now a she......*pokes DS*))
