Post by Echo and Anayeth on Jul 8, 2010 15:50:17 GMT -5
Name: Echo
Age: Eighteen, born during the summer
Gender: Female
Sexual Preference: Heterosexual
Rank Candidate, Sr. Journeyman Healer (dragonHealer)
Candidate Information
Current Living Location Weyr
Color Preference I have no preference (usually this makes dragon-picking a bit better for the admins…), but I really would prefer if you didn’t have a very flirty green Impress to Echo. I cannot rp very flirty greens very well, and I know this from experience.
Preferred Name after Impression Umm… Echo.
Physical Description
Eye color… Usually, Echo’s eye color is a strange, dark honey brown. Sometimes, though, when the blood retracts from her eyes or in certain lights, Echo’s eyes change from their normal brown color to a beautiful brown-green, courtesy her father.
Hair color… The girl’s hair is straight brown, and falls to below her shoulders, but only slightly. There are a few natural highlights of lighter brown, but not enough to stand out. Her hair is fine, and it does not tangle, but at the same time she can rarely put it up into anything more than a ponytail because of its fineness.
Height… Echo stands pretty evenly at five foot five. She is the normal height for a female, one would say, and the height perfectly suits her.
More? Echo’s face is simply beautiful. She was one of those girls who were lucky enough to not get acne bad enough in her younger Turns to be scarring. Her lips are medium-filled, and suggest a heart-shape at the top while they are filled out on the bottom. Her nose tilts slightly upward, though not too much to say it is a pig nose or anything. Her eyes are framed by lashes, and her eyebrows, brown, reside almost petite over the brown of her eyes. Her figure is lithe and strong. Her skin is smooth, but it is not un-marred by scars. She has a small scar on the top of her right hand from an accident, and a larger scar—about an inch long—on her left hip. She is left-handed, something she gained genetically from her mother.
Echo wears… different types of clothes, but mostly the same color clothes. She likes wearing green, tan, and brown, usually wearing anything within those ranges. She does not care about wearing skirts and dresses, and one can see her wearing those once in a while, but she mostly likes wearing pants and close-fitting shirts. She likes to go barefoot but can be seen wearing boots, as well.
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Celebrity Name for Face Claim Ashley Greene
Character Personality:
Echo is… a strong woman. She has been through a lot in her young life, including more in her first couple months of life than anything else that had happened between her sixth and twelfth Turns. Her mother abandoned her, which at first did nothing to her, but, when Jorja later came back, mostly drunk and unable to do anything but moan, she grew strong. Echo realized what she was for her mother, and she wanted more than anything to show her mother that she was not going to be a disappointment. Thus, she grew strong, and learned to ignore her mother in favor of realizing who she really could be.
Echo is… an intelligent woman. Ever since she realized what she wanted to be, she has tired hard to make sure she gets what is best for her, and for others who want to be like her. She’s been ahead of the gang in being an apprentice healer, and now that she’s a journeyman healer, she is even further ahead. She has this insatiable need to quench her thirst of knowledge, and loves learning. Now, however, she also has the insatiable thirst to always be of help.
Echo is… a woman who does not give up. She never gave up when her mother blamed her for Joea’s death, even if she hadn’t been born. She never gave up during that rough time when she watched G’len slowly die from inhaling ash. She never gave up when it seemed the Infirmary was the place where most of the new Weyr was living, and where it seemed the death toll would overtake the lives of everyone living. Echo still will not give up trying to help those who lost loved ones, or trying to help those with loved ones still alive try to find them.
Echo is... a likable woman. She is usually happy, and loves to laugh or smile. She's a nice girl who did not follow in the footsteps her mother laid for her. She likes to talk, and to make people happy. But, at the same time, Echo knows when to be quiet and when to stay out of the way. She's a great friend, and can listen to horrible stories, having been in one herself for most of her life. She can help in those situations, as well, and likes helping.
Echo is... a girl in charge. She tries to make everyone know that, when she works, she has little time for much else. This has come in handy when working on the poor survivors of the apocalyptic events that have unfolded. People know when she's in her working mode when she suddenly starts giving orders, orders that many people might seem to feel the need to do. She takes her job seriously, because she likes saving lives, and knows she's good at it.
Echo likes… flying, swimming, healing, helping, klah, runnerbeasts, hatchings
Echo dislikes… drowning, ash, fire, death, keening, caprines (goats)
Character Background:
Family
Jorja – 48, Harper, mother (pronounced Georgia) –presumed deceased-
Oer – 50, Master Healer, father (pronounced O-yer)
Joea – 6 when deceased, sister (pronounced Joey-ya) –deceased-
Pets
Aloenna, green firelizard.
This little firelizard's whole hide is a pale green color, except for her wings and small flecks on her face. The pale green color looks almost like bleached aloe, and, even at full health, it is not hard to see Aloe's green-colored ichor-filled veins. Her wings are the largest part of her body, but are streamlined and daintily-kept. The hide that houses her the bones in her wings are the same pale color, but the sails deepen to a dark, forest green. The same forest green color dots her mouth and her eyes ridges. She is not be a large green, but her body, like her wings, is lithe and streamlined. She is a quiet, calm creature who loves her master more than anything and is rather protective.
History
Echo has never liked her name, because it is a reminder of what happened before her birth, before she could actually do something in the world. Thus, Echo’s story does not begin with her birth; it begins before her birth, during a time of relative happiness.
Jorja was five months pregnant with her second child when the woman took her first child, a daughter named Joea, to a trader caravan. Joea wanted to get her unborn sibling something nice to sleep with when the baby was finally born, and Jorja had thought that was a wonderful idea. Unfortunately, a man named Rikmat noticed the two while they were shopping. Rikmat was what people on Earth would call a pedophile, and he loved children. He spotted little Joea and wanted her. His craving only got worse as the day drew onward, and, when poor Jorja turned around to buy something for Joea, the man stole Joea away.
There were dragons attending the trading caravan that day, as well, but they had thought Rikmat was the child’s daughter, because Joea did not put up much of an alarm. However, one dragon had taken interest in the man, and, later, he could remember where Rikmat took Jorja’s child. Unfortunately, though, Rikmat was done with Joea, and had killed her. The Lord Holder of his Hold, as well as a dragonrider Wingleader, sentenced the man to be Shunned, and a tattoo was put upon the man’s head and he was thrown out of Weyr and Hold. Further search of Rikmat’s rooms showed that the man had done this to children before—upon a decorative table sat three urns filled with ash and dust, and human teeth. Rikmat had been obsessed with children for a while, but he had never preyed on children with parents before.
So distraught by her daughter’s death, Jorja fell into a period of long depression, a period that did not end even when her second daughter was born, two sevendays early. Jorja did not like her new child, as she looked too much like Joea, and because she was a female. She named her daughter Echo because of the echo of Joea in her.
Dust and memories, that’s all that was left of Joea. But Echo paid the ultimate price because, unfortunately, she was female and she was Jorja’s daughter. To make matters worse, Jorja left her daughter in her husband’s care for days, even sevendays, at a time. Oer, a Healer, knew what would happen if his daughter fell into malnutrition, and so he asked the people around the Hold the three lived in to help him. He asked expecting or newly-made mothers if they could feed his child, and some accepted… but most did not. However, there were some women who could not stand to see a child die because of what happened before her birth, and so they helped him.
Echo did not grow up with one mother, per say, but many. And even though Jorja was her mother, she was so rarely around that the girl did not think her as her mother. But she adored her father, and, as soon as she could, she became an Apprentice Healer. She was ten when Oer told her everything that had happened before her birth. But she had gleaned enough information from her adopted mothers, the other people at the Hold (and then, later, the Weyr), and her mother when she came home drunk off of fellis juice and wine.
Echo forced herself into work, and became a great Healer, well, as good as she could for one so young. She liked to think she could go back and save Joea if she worked so hard, but knew that would never happen. Instead, she just tried to think that if she worked hard, she might make sure Jorja like her. In the end, though, Echo stopped lying to herself and realized that she wanted to work hard because she could.
Everything was going as planned until two sevendays ago, when the world ended, literally. If everything was dust and memories before, then now everything was dust, memories, echoes, and keening. The keening was the worst part, Echo thought as she watched Fort Weyr slowly die below her. She and had found a Bronzerider who could take her. The Bronzerider, G’len, was almost just as saddened as his keening Bronze as they flew away from the decimated Fort Weyr. Everywhere she flew, hanging on tightly to G’len’s stomach and squeezing her eyes shut from the destruction she could not have prevented.
With her mouth and nose mostly covered by G’len’s shirt, she did not inhale the smoke and ash from the fires, but G’len did, and his Bronze, Ghentith, did even more. It was Ghentith who knew what was happening first, when G’len slowly started coughing. It was Echo who, though she tried with her vain, futile attempts, bore the weight of G’len’s death. She was transferred to a Bluerider and his dragon, F’tan and Rensath were their names, and the fight to survive continued.
Dust, ash, echoes, memories lost forever in the aftereffects of the meteor. Echo, the dragonriders, and the charges the dragonriders took with them, all that was left of humanity on Pern it seemed, were slowly running out of viable places to live. Until they came to the only place they could possibly live—the new Weyr. It was lush, green, and brilliant. And this, this was Dragon Weyr. Echo kept busy healing those who, like G’len, had inhaled ash and the like, or who had generally been hurt. And she and her father reunited, but the reunion was anything but happy. Echo’s mother, Jorja could not be found and was presumed dead. And, even though Echo was trained to be a dragonHealer, she was forced to use all of her Healing skills to heal more than dragons... Now, now Echo’s real story begins.
Dragon
Dragon name: Must end in -th
Dragon color & appearance: Dragon Color - brief description
Dragon age: # Turns - Clutch mother and father – if appropriate
Dragon personality:
Roleplay Sample
The entrance was the only source of light. The pale morning hues streamed into the den, trying to sway around the girl’s form. It succeeded only in casting her shadow, two times larger than she actually was, across the bare floor of the weyr. It was one of the empty ones, the weyr. Her curiosity had gotten the better of her, once again, and she had decided to go exploring before starting her chores.
She’d seen more and more new people in the animal pens recently—and the main Animal Handler had told her that these were Candidates. Candidates for what? For the new dragons. And Echo’s heart had leapt, but she had not shown any interest more than the normal interest she showed the dragons daily. She loved the reptile-like creatures. Now she stood in an empty weyr.
The morning light grew brighter as the sun crested. Her eyes, however, were focused on the dim inner surface of the weyr. She had, as usual, climbed up the rock wall to find herself in this weyr. It was medium-sized, but Echo couldn’t imagine anything filling up this room, well, maybe a year ago she hadn’t been able to. Now she knew that this medium-sized room couldn’t even hold Maram’s Gold, let alone the larger Bronzes or Browns. And oh how Echo loved to watch them fly! Her green-brown eyes sparkled whenever she thought of that, thought of soaring through the air. The closest she’d come to that was jumping off a cliff into the lake at her old home, at the long-lost Fort Weyr. She’d done that only because she was curious as to how it felt to fly in the air like the flying buggers or chickens and flying fowl. She had liked it… up until the point where her body crashed sickeningly into the water, and then she didn’t like the stings.
She had learned and had not cliff-dived for some time. But now she was content with climbing up the rock walls to the weyrs. Feeling the wind on her skin, whipping her long dark brown, rolling hair to and fro, was almost like flying, she decided. Except, when she flew, she seriously doubted that her hands would hurt from the rock pulling at it, and she seriously doubted that her legs would hurt from repeated scratching and trying to keep balance on the delicate rock-face. But at least her exertions won the look of the sun as it crested over the mountains… or the look of the sun as it dipped below them, never to be seen again that night.
Echo was not very interested in the morning sun this morning, however. She was interested instead in the weyr. It was desolate-looking, with no rider to spill love onto it. It looked like those blank canvases the artists used; it was all one color and perfectly simple, but with some human (and dragon) touch, it could be made into a masterpiece.
Age: Eighteen, born during the summer
Gender: Female
Sexual Preference: Heterosexual
Rank Candidate, Sr. Journeyman Healer (dragonHealer)
Candidate Information
Current Living Location Weyr
Color Preference I have no preference (usually this makes dragon-picking a bit better for the admins…), but I really would prefer if you didn’t have a very flirty green Impress to Echo. I cannot rp very flirty greens very well, and I know this from experience.
Preferred Name after Impression Umm… Echo.
Physical Description
Eye color… Usually, Echo’s eye color is a strange, dark honey brown. Sometimes, though, when the blood retracts from her eyes or in certain lights, Echo’s eyes change from their normal brown color to a beautiful brown-green, courtesy her father.
Hair color… The girl’s hair is straight brown, and falls to below her shoulders, but only slightly. There are a few natural highlights of lighter brown, but not enough to stand out. Her hair is fine, and it does not tangle, but at the same time she can rarely put it up into anything more than a ponytail because of its fineness.
Height… Echo stands pretty evenly at five foot five. She is the normal height for a female, one would say, and the height perfectly suits her.
More? Echo’s face is simply beautiful. She was one of those girls who were lucky enough to not get acne bad enough in her younger Turns to be scarring. Her lips are medium-filled, and suggest a heart-shape at the top while they are filled out on the bottom. Her nose tilts slightly upward, though not too much to say it is a pig nose or anything. Her eyes are framed by lashes, and her eyebrows, brown, reside almost petite over the brown of her eyes. Her figure is lithe and strong. Her skin is smooth, but it is not un-marred by scars. She has a small scar on the top of her right hand from an accident, and a larger scar—about an inch long—on her left hip. She is left-handed, something she gained genetically from her mother.
Echo wears… different types of clothes, but mostly the same color clothes. She likes wearing green, tan, and brown, usually wearing anything within those ranges. She does not care about wearing skirts and dresses, and one can see her wearing those once in a while, but she mostly likes wearing pants and close-fitting shirts. She likes to go barefoot but can be seen wearing boots, as well.
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Celebrity Name for Face Claim Ashley Greene
Character Personality:
Echo is… a strong woman. She has been through a lot in her young life, including more in her first couple months of life than anything else that had happened between her sixth and twelfth Turns. Her mother abandoned her, which at first did nothing to her, but, when Jorja later came back, mostly drunk and unable to do anything but moan, she grew strong. Echo realized what she was for her mother, and she wanted more than anything to show her mother that she was not going to be a disappointment. Thus, she grew strong, and learned to ignore her mother in favor of realizing who she really could be.
Echo is… an intelligent woman. Ever since she realized what she wanted to be, she has tired hard to make sure she gets what is best for her, and for others who want to be like her. She’s been ahead of the gang in being an apprentice healer, and now that she’s a journeyman healer, she is even further ahead. She has this insatiable need to quench her thirst of knowledge, and loves learning. Now, however, she also has the insatiable thirst to always be of help.
Echo is… a woman who does not give up. She never gave up when her mother blamed her for Joea’s death, even if she hadn’t been born. She never gave up during that rough time when she watched G’len slowly die from inhaling ash. She never gave up when it seemed the Infirmary was the place where most of the new Weyr was living, and where it seemed the death toll would overtake the lives of everyone living. Echo still will not give up trying to help those who lost loved ones, or trying to help those with loved ones still alive try to find them.
Echo is... a likable woman. She is usually happy, and loves to laugh or smile. She's a nice girl who did not follow in the footsteps her mother laid for her. She likes to talk, and to make people happy. But, at the same time, Echo knows when to be quiet and when to stay out of the way. She's a great friend, and can listen to horrible stories, having been in one herself for most of her life. She can help in those situations, as well, and likes helping.
Echo is... a girl in charge. She tries to make everyone know that, when she works, she has little time for much else. This has come in handy when working on the poor survivors of the apocalyptic events that have unfolded. People know when she's in her working mode when she suddenly starts giving orders, orders that many people might seem to feel the need to do. She takes her job seriously, because she likes saving lives, and knows she's good at it.
Echo likes… flying, swimming, healing, helping, klah, runnerbeasts, hatchings
Echo dislikes… drowning, ash, fire, death, keening, caprines (goats)
Character Background:
Family
Jorja – 48, Harper, mother (pronounced Georgia) –presumed deceased-
Oer – 50, Master Healer, father (pronounced O-yer)
Joea – 6 when deceased, sister (pronounced Joey-ya) –deceased-
Pets
Aloenna, green firelizard.
This little firelizard's whole hide is a pale green color, except for her wings and small flecks on her face. The pale green color looks almost like bleached aloe, and, even at full health, it is not hard to see Aloe's green-colored ichor-filled veins. Her wings are the largest part of her body, but are streamlined and daintily-kept. The hide that houses her the bones in her wings are the same pale color, but the sails deepen to a dark, forest green. The same forest green color dots her mouth and her eyes ridges. She is not be a large green, but her body, like her wings, is lithe and streamlined. She is a quiet, calm creature who loves her master more than anything and is rather protective.
History
Echo has never liked her name, because it is a reminder of what happened before her birth, before she could actually do something in the world. Thus, Echo’s story does not begin with her birth; it begins before her birth, during a time of relative happiness.
Jorja was five months pregnant with her second child when the woman took her first child, a daughter named Joea, to a trader caravan. Joea wanted to get her unborn sibling something nice to sleep with when the baby was finally born, and Jorja had thought that was a wonderful idea. Unfortunately, a man named Rikmat noticed the two while they were shopping. Rikmat was what people on Earth would call a pedophile, and he loved children. He spotted little Joea and wanted her. His craving only got worse as the day drew onward, and, when poor Jorja turned around to buy something for Joea, the man stole Joea away.
There were dragons attending the trading caravan that day, as well, but they had thought Rikmat was the child’s daughter, because Joea did not put up much of an alarm. However, one dragon had taken interest in the man, and, later, he could remember where Rikmat took Jorja’s child. Unfortunately, though, Rikmat was done with Joea, and had killed her. The Lord Holder of his Hold, as well as a dragonrider Wingleader, sentenced the man to be Shunned, and a tattoo was put upon the man’s head and he was thrown out of Weyr and Hold. Further search of Rikmat’s rooms showed that the man had done this to children before—upon a decorative table sat three urns filled with ash and dust, and human teeth. Rikmat had been obsessed with children for a while, but he had never preyed on children with parents before.
So distraught by her daughter’s death, Jorja fell into a period of long depression, a period that did not end even when her second daughter was born, two sevendays early. Jorja did not like her new child, as she looked too much like Joea, and because she was a female. She named her daughter Echo because of the echo of Joea in her.
Dust and memories, that’s all that was left of Joea. But Echo paid the ultimate price because, unfortunately, she was female and she was Jorja’s daughter. To make matters worse, Jorja left her daughter in her husband’s care for days, even sevendays, at a time. Oer, a Healer, knew what would happen if his daughter fell into malnutrition, and so he asked the people around the Hold the three lived in to help him. He asked expecting or newly-made mothers if they could feed his child, and some accepted… but most did not. However, there were some women who could not stand to see a child die because of what happened before her birth, and so they helped him.
Echo did not grow up with one mother, per say, but many. And even though Jorja was her mother, she was so rarely around that the girl did not think her as her mother. But she adored her father, and, as soon as she could, she became an Apprentice Healer. She was ten when Oer told her everything that had happened before her birth. But she had gleaned enough information from her adopted mothers, the other people at the Hold (and then, later, the Weyr), and her mother when she came home drunk off of fellis juice and wine.
Echo forced herself into work, and became a great Healer, well, as good as she could for one so young. She liked to think she could go back and save Joea if she worked so hard, but knew that would never happen. Instead, she just tried to think that if she worked hard, she might make sure Jorja like her. In the end, though, Echo stopped lying to herself and realized that she wanted to work hard because she could.
Everything was going as planned until two sevendays ago, when the world ended, literally. If everything was dust and memories before, then now everything was dust, memories, echoes, and keening. The keening was the worst part, Echo thought as she watched Fort Weyr slowly die below her. She and had found a Bronzerider who could take her. The Bronzerider, G’len, was almost just as saddened as his keening Bronze as they flew away from the decimated Fort Weyr. Everywhere she flew, hanging on tightly to G’len’s stomach and squeezing her eyes shut from the destruction she could not have prevented.
With her mouth and nose mostly covered by G’len’s shirt, she did not inhale the smoke and ash from the fires, but G’len did, and his Bronze, Ghentith, did even more. It was Ghentith who knew what was happening first, when G’len slowly started coughing. It was Echo who, though she tried with her vain, futile attempts, bore the weight of G’len’s death. She was transferred to a Bluerider and his dragon, F’tan and Rensath were their names, and the fight to survive continued.
Dust, ash, echoes, memories lost forever in the aftereffects of the meteor. Echo, the dragonriders, and the charges the dragonriders took with them, all that was left of humanity on Pern it seemed, were slowly running out of viable places to live. Until they came to the only place they could possibly live—the new Weyr. It was lush, green, and brilliant. And this, this was Dragon Weyr. Echo kept busy healing those who, like G’len, had inhaled ash and the like, or who had generally been hurt. And she and her father reunited, but the reunion was anything but happy. Echo’s mother, Jorja could not be found and was presumed dead. And, even though Echo was trained to be a dragonHealer, she was forced to use all of her Healing skills to heal more than dragons... Now, now Echo’s real story begins.
Dragon name: Must end in -th
Dragon color & appearance: Dragon Color - brief description
Dragon age: # Turns - Clutch mother and father – if appropriate
Dragon personality:
Roleplay Sample
The entrance was the only source of light. The pale morning hues streamed into the den, trying to sway around the girl’s form. It succeeded only in casting her shadow, two times larger than she actually was, across the bare floor of the weyr. It was one of the empty ones, the weyr. Her curiosity had gotten the better of her, once again, and she had decided to go exploring before starting her chores.
She’d seen more and more new people in the animal pens recently—and the main Animal Handler had told her that these were Candidates. Candidates for what? For the new dragons. And Echo’s heart had leapt, but she had not shown any interest more than the normal interest she showed the dragons daily. She loved the reptile-like creatures. Now she stood in an empty weyr.
The morning light grew brighter as the sun crested. Her eyes, however, were focused on the dim inner surface of the weyr. She had, as usual, climbed up the rock wall to find herself in this weyr. It was medium-sized, but Echo couldn’t imagine anything filling up this room, well, maybe a year ago she hadn’t been able to. Now she knew that this medium-sized room couldn’t even hold Maram’s Gold, let alone the larger Bronzes or Browns. And oh how Echo loved to watch them fly! Her green-brown eyes sparkled whenever she thought of that, thought of soaring through the air. The closest she’d come to that was jumping off a cliff into the lake at her old home, at the long-lost Fort Weyr. She’d done that only because she was curious as to how it felt to fly in the air like the flying buggers or chickens and flying fowl. She had liked it… up until the point where her body crashed sickeningly into the water, and then she didn’t like the stings.
She had learned and had not cliff-dived for some time. But now she was content with climbing up the rock walls to the weyrs. Feeling the wind on her skin, whipping her long dark brown, rolling hair to and fro, was almost like flying, she decided. Except, when she flew, she seriously doubted that her hands would hurt from the rock pulling at it, and she seriously doubted that her legs would hurt from repeated scratching and trying to keep balance on the delicate rock-face. But at least her exertions won the look of the sun as it crested over the mountains… or the look of the sun as it dipped below them, never to be seen again that night.
Echo was not very interested in the morning sun this morning, however. She was interested instead in the weyr. It was desolate-looking, with no rider to spill love onto it. It looked like those blank canvases the artists used; it was all one color and perfectly simple, but with some human (and dragon) touch, it could be made into a masterpiece.
