Post by Little Ebony on Nov 27, 2010 23:49:06 GMT -5
"So raise your glass if you are wrong... in all the right ways!"
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Username: Little Ebony
Character Number: 2
Name: Aurum
Nickname/s: Irish
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Birth Season: Early Summer
Sexuality: Heterosexual (when she's sober)
Rank: Weyrling
Wing:
Appearance: Please see here for original deviation.
Aurum is cute, and cherub-like in features. She has round cheeks with full lips under a rounded nose and slightly overlarge eyes of a deep brownish-green shade. Her skin is fairly untanned but healthy in glow. Her hair, an almost crimson red, is cut straight along for her bangs while the rest is generally left to fall in loose, wavy curls ending just below her shoulders. She stands at an even 5'5", not overly short or tall, with a lustily-sized chest and voluptuous hips. Most people, upon first seeing her, describe her as looking almost like a plush, well-shaped doll.
Upon closer inspection, however, people notice smaller things. Off things. Her hands aren't the soft porcelain one would expect, but callused. It is not as noticable as someone who's worked their whole life, but it bespeaks to the fact that she's doing something. A small scar curls at the left corner of her mouth. She rarely hides it since its faint outline almost matches her skin tone, but will if she must as it takes only light concealers to do so. The larger scar on her shoulder, about five inches long and curved, is a much more wicked looking thing. She rarely wears off the shoulder dresses in order to keep it covered, as per her brother's request. Underneath her skirts-- she never wears pants inside the Hold-- one would find a pair of well-muscled legs; an unexpected feature in a lady whos idea of excercise is supposed to be her morning stroll. Yet one more suspicious thing to add to her repertoir.
Personality: For a girl who has practically been on her own since she was seven turns of age, Aurum is a surprisingly warm individual. While it takes anyone time to gain her real trust-- sometimes moreso with women because she seriously questions their interest in her and not her father or brother-- Aurum will prove to be a loyal and dedicated companion once it is gained. Despite growing up fairly alone and her misgivings about other women, she is still overtly curious and-- possibly dangerously so-- adventurous. She could be labelled a sort of... party-er. She gets in trouble on a regular basis when she gets caught drinking with the guards or other hold folk. Though when her brother isn't around she'll boast of her ability to drink most of the Hold guards under the table, earning her the nickname "Irish", which happens to be the name of the alcohol Aurum used to drink that guard under the table.
What surprises most people about Aurum is her intelligence. She is no genius, but Aurum is still incredibly smart. She understands new concepts with ease. Unlike her drinking ability, however, this doesn't seem to be something she often brags about. Instead she tends to shy away from the subject. Her intelligence seems to show best through her ability to read others. She cares for the feelings of other people while honestly considering the validity of the situation and the given reaction. She wouldn't tell off an exlover for an honest break-up. Unless they cheated. Then they get what they get.
She has a tendancy to keep her secrets to herself, along with any possible worries, almost as if she fears revealing either would reveal a weakness that would damn her. This makes seeing her without a smile and a positive piece of advice a rarity.
She loves thrills, and has taken part in many a runner race behind her brother's back, hence the callused hands: she's actually riding the runners in her races. It turns out to be quite a nice bit of income earned-- and without her brother knowing! On top of that, she loves the thrill. Even if her brother has known anything about her... less than ladylike behaviours (outside the drinking, which is hard not to get caught at with a hangover the size of the Collegium) he hasn't hinted at it, and Aurum would rather keep it that way, if she could. So all her races are private, done in a random location each time.
Aurum is not the type of person to sit back and let things happen, nor the kind of person to allow for mundane or... boring things to happen. If her current road seems to be going down the path of least resistance-- or "least interest", as she likes to say-- she will change coarse to make it as interesting or as unusual as possible. In her own way, Aurum is very much a leader, though to many it looks like she shirks responsability as much as possible. This is completely untrue. While she does have a tendancy to avoid anything that she deems boring, she does have the intelligence to realize the difference between when things must be done and when things are given to her it do because someone else wants her to do them. She doesn't like to be forced into unneccessary responsability. Instead, Argent, her elder brother, realized encouraging Aurum to take on leadership roles in a more innovative manner, and not demanding, was what got her attention. Problem solving is her favourite area, whether it be argricultural issues, border disputes, and, most recently, including consulting privately with her brother on the recent events concerning the new Bivium Weyr.
History: Aurum spent her earliest of early years at Benden Hold where her father was the Steward. Her family had long served in the role for Benden, the Stewardship having passed through her family for a least three generations, and about to be the forth with the birth of Argent, Aurum's elder brother. In the turn 185 a council of Lord Holders, Craftsmasters, and Weyrleaders decided and voted upon the appointment of a Lord and Lady Holder for Delant. There had been a big disagreement over this, at the time, since many of the current Lord Holders had wanted their own progeny to take up Delant's reins. Being only very young at the time, Aurum doesn't remember much of the how or why, only that the outcome was that her family was finally agreed upon for the appointment.
After that, Aurum's family promptly relocated to the island. For the next two turns Aurum grew up within Delant Hold proper, only getting out, really, once she had figured out how to lose her nanny. Her parents were two people very much in love, and as such she didn't see much of either her father or her mother between the running of the Hold and their single-minded interest in each other. This allowed her much practise in her art of nanny-ditching. By the time she was old enough to no longer be under the care of a nanny, she was put into her private teachings with the Hold Harper. This she preferred as it tended to be much more interesting than her nanny telling her that she must be a proper young lady and play with her dolls and not steal her brother's toy dragons. So she lived her youngest years as such.
When Aurum was seven turns of age, their parents announced the arrival of a third child. Thrilled at the idea of a younger sibling, Aurum made a serious effort to spend as much time as she could near her parents. The birth, however, proved to be a life-changing incident. Her mother, a little further on in her years now having a 13 turn old son and a seven turn old daughter, was unable to survive the birth of her third child, a squalling baby girl to be named Aes. Their father did not take her mother's death gracefully, and while the Hold never seemed to suffer for it, their family did. Aurum was sent away to be fostered with other girls at Fort's Harper Hall-- something she hated as all the other Hold girls there seemed to be nothing more than wherry-headed bags of air with a prejudice against her for not being from a "pure-blooded" line-- and hardly saw her father again. It was here that she received her wickedly curved scare on her shoulder. It was supposedly a harmless prank by the other girls, one that set her on the path of a three-month rehabilitation to regain the proper use of her shoulder. She spent most of the next seven years at the Hall, far too long if one were to ask her, and was summoned back home again only at the announcement of their father's death. Her only consolation was Taliene. A young Harper in training, Aurum spent as many hours as she could with her, studying together, playing together, and generally enjoying her company as much as possible.
At the time Aurum returned to Delant she was 14 turns, her brother 20, and her youngest sister a mere 7. Unlike Aurum, Argent had been groomed since he was young to become Lord Holder of Delant, and it was he who greeted Aurum at the door, their youngest sister Aes beside him, uncomprehending of what was happening with their father's death. After that, Aurum stayed at the Hold, learning from her brother how to run the Hold in his absence, and reacquainting herself with her family.
She hardly settled there, though, and soon after discovered her penchant for runner races. She made many a discreet bid at Gatherings, and by the time she was fifteen had raced her own and won in a bout of good fortune. One could argue it was this moment that caused her spiral into what was considered her more delinquent behaviours. She practised her riding most days after that, and ran many more secret races, winning more than she lost. It was racing that she got her second scar, far less serious than the first. It was a simple mishap with her reins: the leather was old, too weak, and snapped back, striking and splitting the corner of her mouth. It was so small she was able to explain it to her brother as a mishap with a firelizard. Thought when asked, she couldn't remember which one.
When she was sixteen she was sneaking out of the hold for a late night race when she found a few of the guards at the guard station chugging down a rather large bottle of indeterminable coloured liquid. She had to sneak past them to get out to her race and unfortunately, as good as she was at ditching unwanted followers, she was unpractised at sneaking out. In a moment of inspiration, she challenged one of the guards. If she could drink more of that odd smelling liquid, they would let her go without raising the alarm. Now, under any other circumstances, perhaps the guards would have thought twice. As it was, they'd been drinking a little already and she was just a little girl; one drink and she'd be out cold, wouldnt she? It wasn't until two-thirds of the bottle was gone and she was dancing on the table that they began to think better of their decision. When one of the younger men, a lad of no more than 18 turns and barely older than Aurum himself, succumbed to the darkened world of alcoholic unconsciousness they finally decided she'd had too much to drink. Aurum argued with them, insisting she felt fine, just a bit... dizzy. Then she promptly passed out.
How she woke up in her bed the next morning was not something that was never made clear to her. The aftermath of her drinking, and a hangover the size of Ramoth, were forever engraved in her mind, however. As was the reaction of her brother. She'd never heard Argent more livid in all his life, and has not since. The worst repercussion, however, was that it was that much harder to sneak out for racing after that.
Like that ever stopped her.
She continued to drink, though infrequently, because her brother took a more distinct interest in her life after that, and pushed her even harder. She resisted, as she usually did, and thus her brother eventually resorted, once again, to finding even more unusual avenues with which to lure her interests.
Impression. It wasn't a path she'd ever considered for herself. Of course, like all little children she'd dreamed of being a dragonrider, but as she grew and tensions arose between the Crafthall and the Weyrs that dream was lost to her. It wasn't until she met a strapping Bronzerider (D'skel) lurking outside of her hall that she was given a glimpse of that dream once more. She'd thought it would be hard, but, as it turned out, it was easier than she thought.
Impression:
Aurum didn't even flinch at the light touch on her shoulder. She knew who it was an lifted her hand to brush Teimiche's fingers. The other woman spoke softly in her ear and she glanced over her shoulder to look back to where D'skel was. When she saw him, she gave him a purposely flirty smile and waggled her fingers at him. She wasn't usually so flirty-- no obnoxiously so like this-- but it seemed to rile him up and that she enjoyed. Maybe she was overdoing it, but... Nah. She wasn't. She cocked her hip-- a technique that never failed to draw notice to her sumptuous curves-- and turned her attention back to the hatching, which was accelerating with surprising speed.
Her eyes widened in surprise; Aurum could barely contain her excitement as the chaos continued to explode on the hatching grounds. She could hardly keep up with all the eggs hatching and the different colours flying off every which way and-- wait, did someone else get mauled? Wait! Was that an Impression!? She opened he mouth to speak, but nothing came out. When she realized this, she snapped her jaw shut again and watch as a Brown seemed to come barreling their way and--
"Teimei you're in my way!" she stepped aside as the other woman attempted to put herself between Aurum and an excited Brown hatchling. The Brown veered off from their path to make his own Impression though and Aurum was so distracted watching that, that she didn't notice the blindingly bright hatching clambering her way. She would later ask herself how this was possible, he was as bright as a summer sunset, but when she turned her attention downward she was met with a pair of rainbow-hued eyes.
Aurummine! Oh, Aurummine, there you are! I'm sooo-oo-ooo hungry, and you were so hard to find, and I was getting scared that I wouldn't find you, but I found you and you're here and now you'll feed me and oil me so I don't itch so much anyomore - I itch almost as much as I'm hungry - and you'll love me for always, just like you should!
While most of what he'd said went straight over Aurum's head, she had heard one part loud and clear: you'll love me for always, just like you should,
Aurum had, quite possibly, just found the most important man her life would ever know.
There was nothing her brother could do about it now. For the first time in her life, Aurum had publicly gone against her family, and there was no turning back.
'Louqith.'
She caressed his muzzle affectionately as her perceptions tilted her world at odd angles during their bonding. She saw flashed of herself, seen from below, mixed with her own vision. It seemed hours, though it was mere moments, until her world right itself again. She was so distracted, she almost forgot about Teimiche.
Almost.
It was unlucky for Teimiche that Aurum had a superb sense of timing, and that she chose that exact moment to use it. "Teimei, look at--" she stopped dead as she saw the Green at Teimiche's ankles, eyes whirling a cacophony of colours she recognized all too well. The smile that split her features was down right dastardly then.
"Are you going to introduce me to your friend?" It came out as almost a purr, she was so smug.
'Nice wingman-- er, woman, there Louqith.'
Thank-you. ... What's a wingman?
Name: Sapphirus
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