Post by SottoOnde on Nov 14, 2010 17:30:41 GMT -5
Harper, tell me of the road...
Username: SottoOnde
Character Number: First
Name: Solta
Age: Thirty-one Turns
Birth Season: Late Autumn
Gender: Female
Location: Bivium Weyr
Rank: Brownhandler; Wherling Master
That leads beyond this hold...
Appearance:
The one word to describe Solta is pale. She is ghostly white, even for a wherhandler who does not usually see the sun. Yet she still retains a slightly tan undertone from her days as a dragon candidate, when her chores and life often took her outside into the bright sunshine. It is from this tan that she gets her one odd marking, a patch just under her left ear that is devoid of this tan undertone. This is the place where she was struck during the storm, if anyone ever got close enough to care to look. Her hair is the deepest shade of black, often pulled back from her face in some eccentric style. Truth be told, she is quite a lot like the wher that bonded to her; average in stature, with stark contrasts of dark and light.
That wends its way around the hill...
Personality:
Solta has an almost militarist persona when it comes to following orders, which is the reason she is the wherling master. If she's told to do something by someone she deems of a 'higher' rank than her, then she will follow that order no matter what. If she gives an order to someone of 'lower' rank than her, then she expects it to be followed promptly and well. Rank, though, is not determined by the color of hide the person's bonded has when it comes to this girl. Rather it comes from the person themselves, and how they act towards the world around them. The only exception to this is the senior goldhandler, whom she respects simply because of the sheer amount of responsibility they hold.
Outside of directions, however, one will find that this is a woman who is generally very easy going and easy to please. She loves children, and is not above getting on their level to play with them. It makes it very hard to embarrass or insult Solta, because she takes everything in stride. Her nature is forgiving, as she chooses to believe that even the most unwholesome person has some good in them. This is a girl who takes life as it is, be it good, bad, or just plain rotten. Her belief is that without the bad times, there would not be good times, so they are something to be embraced and learned from, rather than be held with malice and hatred.
Does it go farther on until...
History:
From the time she was old enough to understand, Solta has been in love with the dragons at Western Weyr. Her first memories are those of hides glittering brightly in the sky, unhindered by earth or sea. For many long hours when she was just beginning to comprehend the world she lived in, the girl would sit and watch the weyrlings and their dragons, imagining the time when she, too, would stand out on the warm sands of the Hatching grounds. In her mind was everything, from the way she would act, to the color of her dragon, a brilliant, sapphire blue that would match the ocean's depths. Even when she became old enough to start actively participating in the daily life of the Weyr, her heart and mind were always with the dragons. Until the day her youngest brother was born.
Age eight is not when one usually thinks of a little girl becoming a mother, but that was when it happened to Solta, in her own right. But maybe the word 'mother' isn't correct. Care-giver, guardian... These fit her role better. As with all people who live in the lower levels of an active dragon hold, there is an endless amount to be done, and the day she found her fondness for children was no less so. Actually, it was busier than ever, for there was to be a celebration that day, and the Weyrwoman had demanded everything be spotless and pristine. What, exactly, the activities were for, Solta couldn't remember anymore. It wasn't an important detail. Both Kinal and Solte were needed to help with the preparations. No able-bodied worker could be spared, even the mother of a two month old baby.
At first, the small girl had been rather put out about her mother asking... No, telling her to keep an eye on her younger brothers. After all, they weren't her responsibility. But, being a girl who wanted something, she grudgingly agreed, smirking at the hasty bribe her mother had tossed at her if she did a good job. Needless to say, she did her job well, and got the small doll she had been promised the next time traders came to the Weyr. After that first day, Solta found herself more and more in her brothers company. A few weeks later, when Kinal looked particularly haggard from Tesol's persistent crying, she even offered to watch the boys while she went and relaxed for a bit.
Though suspicious, her mother accepted, wondering what Solta wanted. As these offers became more frequent however, it became apparent that the girl had truly enjoyed her time with the children, and Kinal began to suggest she offer her services to other mothers who she knew could use a break from their own duties, as all mother do from time to time. It wasn't long after that when Solta became the unofficial 'babysitter' for the lower caverns, sometimes looking after a group of over twenty boys and girls while their parents were busy.
The day she turned twelve, Solta, like all others, became eligible to Impress on the hatching sands. But, as luck would have it, she fell ill during the only hatching that year after she had her birthday, which feel rather late in the turn, and was unable to stand before the dragonets. Though thoroughly disappointed, she understood that sometimes circumstances cannot be changed, and she took the blow with as much poise as possible. The next turn, her brother Kinte also turned twelve, and she was excited to have the opportunity to stand with her brother. And so she waited, nearly a full turn she waited, growing impatient as infertile after infertile females rose. The Queens seemed to have taken to rising late in the turn and clutching in the very beginning of the next, and she was starting to get anxious looking after the children of the Weyr, until finally the Weyrwoman's gold dragon took to the skies, and a clutch was laid out on the warm sands.
But in the midst of a terrible storm, the dragon's humming started, sounding the call for the hatching about to begin. A mixture of fear and awe flowed through her body as both she and Kinte hastened to pull on their white robes and sandals. Kinal, though worried about letting them venture out in such a tremendous gale, watched as they bounded out with a few of the others that were hoping to Impress that day. Unfortunately, luck was once more against Solta, for while she was standing in the small semi-circle, she was struck by a large piece of hail just under her left ear. She collapsed there on the sands, the last thing she remembered as her eyes closed a beautiful blue dragon shattering his egg, his head held high even in this most terrifying of weather.
Three days later, she awoke in her own bed, nestled comfortably next to her favorite doll, one which she had possessed since she was eight, and watched over by a worry-ridden family. A warm lump at her back revealed itself to be her youngest brother, curled tightly in a ball, sleeping at the small of her back. At the age of five, he wasn't quite sure what was happening, but he knew it was serious. At her other side was Kinte, watching her with eyes that matched her own. They spoke for a few minutes, and she was surprised to find that the blue that was her last memory was now bonded to her beloved little brother. It took a moment for her to squash the pang of jealousy that sprang up in her, but from that moment on, she was a proud sister to the Dragonrider.
Her mother, on the other hand, refused to be put through the anguish she had been waiting at her daughter's bedside for three days, hoping she would wake up. Solta was forbidden to attend any more Hatchings, at least as a Candidate. For weeks, on into months, nearly half a turn mother and daughter fought, the battle so passionate that some who witnessed it later described it as harrowing as fighting a Thread fall. But in the end, Kinal won out; breaking the strong relationship she had with her oldest child. From that moment on, for nearly another turn, the bond that had kept the two close was broken.
However, slowly, Solta began to understand her mother's feelings, and the two repaired their relationship, much to the happiness of the rest of the family. It has remained as such, for many turns, until the day that she reached eighteen turns. It was then, as her mother announced her a fit young lady ready to take her place in the world, that Solta once again rebelled. If she was a fit young lady, she argued, did that not mean that she was now old enough to make her own decisions? Warily, Kinal agreed to this statement, watching her daughter carefully as she scratched at her flit's hide. And then she was proven right, trapped in her own words. If Solta was now free to make her own decisions about her life, she would once again be present at the Hatchings. As a candidate. And this time, her mother couldn't stop her. But of course, as fate would have it, she was left standing. Again. For the third time...
It was purly by accident that Solta became a wherhandler. She was doing her assigned chores for the day, which included helping to restock the kitchen’s grain supply, and so was down in the deeper caverns quite frequently. It was on one of her trips down, as she was sitting, her back propped against the tunnel wall that the gold wher sent out the call. Her babies were hatching, and there simply was not enough candidates to stand in front of them! Not wanting to see them killed, the queen had asked anyone who was willing to come stand for them. Curiosity, more than a desire to become a wherhandler, was what propelled the girl into the dark hatching cavern. And so it came to pass that she was chosen by Solsk. Solta has never begrudged her wher for taking her away from the dragons. Quite the opposite, in fact. She thrives in the darkness with her bonded, and could not be happier in her life.
Nearly ten turns later, things began to change. She'd heard off and on of the new island that had been found, off the coast of the northern continent. She'd even heard whispers of the debates between Eastern and Western Weyr to decide on who would lay claim to it's tithes. It was, however, a complete surprise when she found her name on a list of those that were to be transferred to the 'new' weyr, Bivium, that was to be the protector of the island. A moment of outrage flared up in her. How dare they decide to just send her away without even a 'by your leave'? As quickly as it came, though, an intense curiosity took hold, and so she transferred with the rest of the Western Weyr populace in 195 to help with the construction and development of Bivium Weyr.
Family Members
Mother - Kinal, 58 Turns [NPC of Western Weyr]
Father - Solte, 63 Turns [Deceased]
Siblings:
-K'nte - 25 Turns, Blue Rider to Gryth [NPC of Western Weyr]
-Tesol -19 Turns [NPC of Western Weyr]
It ends in sunset gold?
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