Post by Jarinn on Aug 29, 2013 12:31:08 GMT -8
Name: Jarinn
Rank: Candidate / Dragonhealer AP1
Age: 12
Roleplayed by: Tsuchi
Fire-lizards:Green Zorachi and Green Amadahy
Appearance:
Jarinn has inherited her father’s long legs and her mother’s height, making a long, bony preteen who promises to continue to grow. While her hair is nearly identical to her father’s, it also waves in the same way that her mother’s did. For much of her childhood she wore her hair long, her mother cutting it only when the split ends threatened to overtake the bright orange strands. Recently, however, she’s cut it short. The wave in her hair means that her boyishly short hair sticks up and frames her face at distinctive angles, but she mostly enjoys having it easily manageable.
Jarinn is pale and remarkably freckled, though not quite so notably so as her father is. Her face, still round with youth, is nonetheless best described as impish. Thick eyebrows, a button nose, and a rounded chin give her a stubborn appearance, and she has inherited a conglomeration of facial features from both her mother and father. Jarinn has her mother’s blue-green eyes and her father’s cheekbones. She usually wears an expression of excitement, in varying degrees of intensity.
Despite her long limbs, Jarinn does not usually give the impression of clumsiness, although she has been called gawky more than once. In fact, Jarinn is uncommonly well-balanced and rarely finds her height to be problematic. She wears light, practical clothing in tones of green, blue, and purple, although her clothes are often worn and messy, given her tendency to get into just about everything. Jarinn prefers to go barefoot over wearing shoes, and will often show up for lessons with her sandals in one hand, not putting them on until commanded to.
Personality:
Focused and enthusiastic as well as clever and rather mischievous, Jarinn is a creature of juxtapositions. Her excitable, fun-loving tendencies have more recently been balanced out by a focus on her studies. She can trace her lineage back to Sorka and Sean, and has long been quite proud of it. As a younger girl, this pride seemed only natural, instilling her with a confidence that made her a natural leader of most of the Weyrbrats of White Sands.
As she has begun to mature, due largely to the responsibilities of Apprenticeship, Jarinn has come to take her relationship to the first dragonriders somewhat more seriously. Rather than a charm which gives her confidence, her pride in her heritage feels more and more like a responsibility which she must fulfill. This shift in personality has caused her to become much more focused, but she retains her love for adventure and her innate sense of self-assurance.
While Jarinn comes off as hyperactive and distractable, once she focuses on an objective, her concentration is surprisingly unbreakable. While she is quite clever, her learning acuity is much like any other child's. The potential force of her motivated determination, however, more than makes up for any lack in brilliance.
History:
Born to Ja’ryns and Quinn, Jarinn was a beloved only child, and spent her early childhood as a happy, inquisitive child with a stubborn streak a mile wide. Never happy to sit in one place, Jarinn was often the leader of a pack of Weyrbrats, causing more mischief than most of the other girls her age combined. On occasion, she used her relation to the rider of Faranth herself to ‘impress’ her way into a position of authority in the Weyrbrat society. With this authority she neither bullied nor excluded, but used the (occasionally reluctant) willingness of her peers to accomplish tasks that were beyond her individual reach. Jarinn never sought to inflict harm, only to have fun in any and every way she could think of. Learning new skills came as easily to hear as to anybody else, but where innate aptitude would fail her, persistent perseverance usually won through. Before she was very old at all, she found herself interested in the Healing arts that both of her parents practiced. The interest that lay closest to her heart, however, was the art of dragonhealing. She begged her father to teach her his craft, but Ja’ryns was preparing to leave to gain his Journeyman status.
Too young to become an apprentice dragonhealer, Jarinn began learning the craft of healing people from her mother. Still a small child, Jarinn’s lessons were limited to the barest simplicities of the craft. Despite this, the young girl applied herself to memorizing her lessons with a zeal rarely seen in a four-Turn-old. When the epidemic hit three Turns later, her mother sent her to be taken care of by Weyrfolk who were not so regularly exposed to the infected. Jarinn, who had been learning the more involved basics of healing, protested on the grounds that no educated pair of hands should go to waste. General consensus, however, was against exposing such a young girl to the risks of firehead. She argued that a descendent of Sorka ought to do everything in her power for the good of any dragonriders. They argued that she could do no good by dying. Overruled, Jarinn waited out the worst of the epidemic in sullen silence. Her anxieties for her parents found no vent in the cramped rooms of quarantine, and Jarinn became uncharacteristically withdrawn.
When the firehead had at last been contained, Jarinn was confronted with two pieces of news: first, that she had been accepted as an Apprentice in the Dragonhealing Craft. The second piece nearly removed the shine from the first. Quinn was leaving the Weyr to fight firehead in Monaco Bay Weyr. Despite her words about helping every dragonrider before, Jarinn begged her not to go. Fearing for her mother’s life had been harsh enough while both of them remained in the same Weyr. To experience that anxiety and also be removed from Quinn entirely seemed too cruel of a prospect to the young Jarinn.
Quinn was able to comfort her daughter and accustom her to the prospect, but even as Jarinn waved her off, her protest was plain to see on her expressive features. After Quinn left, Jarinn found that the wait for her return was not as agonizing as she had feared. This was mainly thanks to her father’s continued presence as a Flight Healer. His support and encouragement helped to ease the dread that she felt about the idea of losing the people closest to her. With her father’s help, she refocused on her new line of studies.
Though she was somewhat young for Apprenticeship, her avid application of effort at the informal studies her mother had provide had convinced Quinn to recommend her for an early start. Jarinn’s enthusiasm had always lain in Dragonhealing, and soon she was once more devouring her lessons. Quinn’s safe return removed her final anxious distractions, allowing her to focus fully on the materials that she was expected to learn as an Apprentice. Over the next couple of Turns, Jarinn spent less time rampaging about the Weyr and more time with her attention focused on her chosen Craft. Her pride in her relationship with the dragonriders of old became less a matter of fact and more a standard to which she held herself. Only by applying herself fully to her chosen path of supporting the great structure of the Weyr could she feel that she was meeting this standard, and she soon became the (somewhat) more serious youngster that she is today. She began to look forward to the day that she would able to become a Candidate, determined to follow the footsteps of her predecessors.
Jarinn recently Turned twelve, and is now also vigorously applying herself as a Candidate. Her days are as consumed by studies, classes, and chores, as they once were by mischief and explorations of what she still refers to as ‘the Deeps of the Weyr’. As her tenth Turning present, Quinn received a fire lizard egg, which she cared for with a rather maternal hand. It hatched into the green Zorachi who now graces Jarinn’s shoulder.
Family Connections: Father: Ja’ryns of Zayreth Mother: Quinn of Kaidath
Age:2
Appearance: Zorachi is the color of shiny bluish-green that makes one think of brightly colored insects. The color is smooth and even across her body, fading into a more of a pine green on her belly and wingtips. Extraordinarily small for a fire lizard, she looks quite a bit younger than she actually is.
Personality: Abnormally laid back for a fire lizard, Zorachi rarely approaches unknown people, preferring to observe them from afar. When she does get excited, however, it’s as if she releases all of the energy she doesn’t normally use in a single go. These are the only times when she will choose to leave Jarinn and join the Weyr’s fire lizards in their antics above and around the Weyr.
Age: A few months
Appearance: A mellower green than Zorachi, Amadahy tends to call to mind the color of sunlight filtering through the translucent forest canopy. Though no metallic color glimmers in her hide, a bright yellow hue graces the cheerful green color.
Personality: Her attitude reflects her appearance, making the exuberant youngster a striking contrast to the introspetive Zorachi. Amadahy is the sort to stick her nose into things and consider the consequences a tad too late. This somewhat careless manner often gets her into sticky social situations. In spite of this, Amadahy can be surprisingly perceptive, and her troubles rarely ever bring her into any serious danger.
Rank: Candidate / Dragonhealer AP1
Age: 12
Roleplayed by: Tsuchi
Fire-lizards:Green Zorachi and Green Amadahy
Appearance:
Jarinn has inherited her father’s long legs and her mother’s height, making a long, bony preteen who promises to continue to grow. While her hair is nearly identical to her father’s, it also waves in the same way that her mother’s did. For much of her childhood she wore her hair long, her mother cutting it only when the split ends threatened to overtake the bright orange strands. Recently, however, she’s cut it short. The wave in her hair means that her boyishly short hair sticks up and frames her face at distinctive angles, but she mostly enjoys having it easily manageable.
Jarinn is pale and remarkably freckled, though not quite so notably so as her father is. Her face, still round with youth, is nonetheless best described as impish. Thick eyebrows, a button nose, and a rounded chin give her a stubborn appearance, and she has inherited a conglomeration of facial features from both her mother and father. Jarinn has her mother’s blue-green eyes and her father’s cheekbones. She usually wears an expression of excitement, in varying degrees of intensity.
Despite her long limbs, Jarinn does not usually give the impression of clumsiness, although she has been called gawky more than once. In fact, Jarinn is uncommonly well-balanced and rarely finds her height to be problematic. She wears light, practical clothing in tones of green, blue, and purple, although her clothes are often worn and messy, given her tendency to get into just about everything. Jarinn prefers to go barefoot over wearing shoes, and will often show up for lessons with her sandals in one hand, not putting them on until commanded to.
Personality:
Focused and enthusiastic as well as clever and rather mischievous, Jarinn is a creature of juxtapositions. Her excitable, fun-loving tendencies have more recently been balanced out by a focus on her studies. She can trace her lineage back to Sorka and Sean, and has long been quite proud of it. As a younger girl, this pride seemed only natural, instilling her with a confidence that made her a natural leader of most of the Weyrbrats of White Sands.
As she has begun to mature, due largely to the responsibilities of Apprenticeship, Jarinn has come to take her relationship to the first dragonriders somewhat more seriously. Rather than a charm which gives her confidence, her pride in her heritage feels more and more like a responsibility which she must fulfill. This shift in personality has caused her to become much more focused, but she retains her love for adventure and her innate sense of self-assurance.
While Jarinn comes off as hyperactive and distractable, once she focuses on an objective, her concentration is surprisingly unbreakable. While she is quite clever, her learning acuity is much like any other child's. The potential force of her motivated determination, however, more than makes up for any lack in brilliance.
History:
Born to Ja’ryns and Quinn, Jarinn was a beloved only child, and spent her early childhood as a happy, inquisitive child with a stubborn streak a mile wide. Never happy to sit in one place, Jarinn was often the leader of a pack of Weyrbrats, causing more mischief than most of the other girls her age combined. On occasion, she used her relation to the rider of Faranth herself to ‘impress’ her way into a position of authority in the Weyrbrat society. With this authority she neither bullied nor excluded, but used the (occasionally reluctant) willingness of her peers to accomplish tasks that were beyond her individual reach. Jarinn never sought to inflict harm, only to have fun in any and every way she could think of. Learning new skills came as easily to hear as to anybody else, but where innate aptitude would fail her, persistent perseverance usually won through. Before she was very old at all, she found herself interested in the Healing arts that both of her parents practiced. The interest that lay closest to her heart, however, was the art of dragonhealing. She begged her father to teach her his craft, but Ja’ryns was preparing to leave to gain his Journeyman status.
Too young to become an apprentice dragonhealer, Jarinn began learning the craft of healing people from her mother. Still a small child, Jarinn’s lessons were limited to the barest simplicities of the craft. Despite this, the young girl applied herself to memorizing her lessons with a zeal rarely seen in a four-Turn-old. When the epidemic hit three Turns later, her mother sent her to be taken care of by Weyrfolk who were not so regularly exposed to the infected. Jarinn, who had been learning the more involved basics of healing, protested on the grounds that no educated pair of hands should go to waste. General consensus, however, was against exposing such a young girl to the risks of firehead. She argued that a descendent of Sorka ought to do everything in her power for the good of any dragonriders. They argued that she could do no good by dying. Overruled, Jarinn waited out the worst of the epidemic in sullen silence. Her anxieties for her parents found no vent in the cramped rooms of quarantine, and Jarinn became uncharacteristically withdrawn.
When the firehead had at last been contained, Jarinn was confronted with two pieces of news: first, that she had been accepted as an Apprentice in the Dragonhealing Craft. The second piece nearly removed the shine from the first. Quinn was leaving the Weyr to fight firehead in Monaco Bay Weyr. Despite her words about helping every dragonrider before, Jarinn begged her not to go. Fearing for her mother’s life had been harsh enough while both of them remained in the same Weyr. To experience that anxiety and also be removed from Quinn entirely seemed too cruel of a prospect to the young Jarinn.
Quinn was able to comfort her daughter and accustom her to the prospect, but even as Jarinn waved her off, her protest was plain to see on her expressive features. After Quinn left, Jarinn found that the wait for her return was not as agonizing as she had feared. This was mainly thanks to her father’s continued presence as a Flight Healer. His support and encouragement helped to ease the dread that she felt about the idea of losing the people closest to her. With her father’s help, she refocused on her new line of studies.
Though she was somewhat young for Apprenticeship, her avid application of effort at the informal studies her mother had provide had convinced Quinn to recommend her for an early start. Jarinn’s enthusiasm had always lain in Dragonhealing, and soon she was once more devouring her lessons. Quinn’s safe return removed her final anxious distractions, allowing her to focus fully on the materials that she was expected to learn as an Apprentice. Over the next couple of Turns, Jarinn spent less time rampaging about the Weyr and more time with her attention focused on her chosen Craft. Her pride in her relationship with the dragonriders of old became less a matter of fact and more a standard to which she held herself. Only by applying herself fully to her chosen path of supporting the great structure of the Weyr could she feel that she was meeting this standard, and she soon became the (somewhat) more serious youngster that she is today. She began to look forward to the day that she would able to become a Candidate, determined to follow the footsteps of her predecessors.
Jarinn recently Turned twelve, and is now also vigorously applying herself as a Candidate. Her days are as consumed by studies, classes, and chores, as they once were by mischief and explorations of what she still refers to as ‘the Deeps of the Weyr’. As her tenth Turning present, Quinn received a fire lizard egg, which she cared for with a rather maternal hand. It hatched into the green Zorachi who now graces Jarinn’s shoulder.
Family Connections: Father: Ja’ryns of Zayreth Mother: Quinn of Kaidath
Zorachi
Age:2
Appearance: Zorachi is the color of shiny bluish-green that makes one think of brightly colored insects. The color is smooth and even across her body, fading into a more of a pine green on her belly and wingtips. Extraordinarily small for a fire lizard, she looks quite a bit younger than she actually is.
Personality: Abnormally laid back for a fire lizard, Zorachi rarely approaches unknown people, preferring to observe them from afar. When she does get excited, however, it’s as if she releases all of the energy she doesn’t normally use in a single go. These are the only times when she will choose to leave Jarinn and join the Weyr’s fire lizards in their antics above and around the Weyr.
Amadahy
Age: A few months
Appearance: A mellower green than Zorachi, Amadahy tends to call to mind the color of sunlight filtering through the translucent forest canopy. Though no metallic color glimmers in her hide, a bright yellow hue graces the cheerful green color.
Personality: Her attitude reflects her appearance, making the exuberant youngster a striking contrast to the introspetive Zorachi. Amadahy is the sort to stick her nose into things and consider the consequences a tad too late. This somewhat careless manner often gets her into sticky social situations. In spite of this, Amadahy can be surprisingly perceptive, and her troubles rarely ever bring her into any serious danger.
Thanks Rascal!