A M A R Y N...APPEARANCE...
Father- D’van (Former Weyrleader of Ista)
Sisters – several half-sisters.
Brothers- one half-brother.
Also foster family have been a big part of her life....PERSONALITY...
Perhaps there is irony in that Amaryn -who possesses great ambition and covets power for herself-impressed green, while her mother- who has no desire to lead anything- rides gold, but Amaryn does not see her bonding with Eferiath as any sort of obstacle in her life. On the contrary she is proud to ride green, and greatly enjoys the freedom that it allows her. Amaryn is fierce. She is brave. She is very intelligent. But on the flipside she can be selfish, manipulative, and trusting her isn’t always the wisest course of action. She is competitive, driven, and ruthless, but what isn’t immediately apparent is that she’s surprisingly sensitive and gooey on the inside. That exterior she has oh-so-carefully crafted is shiny and hard to crack, and she tends to lash out first just to protect herself from being vulnerable to anyone. She can be somewhat abrasive, and she’s the type that men label a ‘strong woman’. Whatever that means.
Does all this make her a bitch? Possibly. But she’s also inherently a good
person. Perhaps a bit of a jaded anti-hero, or a foil for some of the sweeter and more innocent young women in the weyr, but she doesn’t want to see others fail, she just wants to see herself win, and that
is the difference. She believes in making your own path in life and she loathes those who have things handed to them on a silver platter. She does not give people the benefit of the doubt, but once her respect is gained, her loyalty is rock solid.
Here is a young woman who walks a tightrope between competing with male dragonriders -never shying away from hard work or challenges of any kind- and making the most of her feminine wiles to get exactly what she wants when she wants it. She is not
one of the guys, but she’ll be right there drink for drink, thread for thread, and she’s well used to men tripping over themselves for her. She can fight her own battles but she figures if someone else is willing to do the dirty work, why not let them? She might not be an easy friend to have on a deeper level, but she’s well worth it. She’s not the fair weather type, and in emergencies and in the direst of times, she is reliable and dedicated. She’ll be there to the bitter end, and she can, surprisingly, be trusted as long as you have her respect.
Amaryn is a physical individual. She’s active and adventurous and overtly sexual. She moves with a sinuous sensuality, and is artfully self-aware. She’s fairly tall, and unapologetic about this fact. Never will you see her slouching or stooping. No, not Amaryn; she walks about with her head held high and her hips sashaying as if to welcome your eye and your attention. Her physicality also expresses itself in her fighting ability, something that may come as a surprise to some of those males who hold a more traditional mindset, but Amaryn has always been one to garner much male (and sometimes female) attention whether or not it was wanted. She had to learn how to discourage advances at a young age and she has an innate understanding of how to most effectively incapacitate an opponent. This is a skill that is being honed even further from training she has received since impressing her green. She’s confident but she doesn’t quite cross the line into arrogance and she never
The woman does not mind being underestimated, because you better believe she’ll make sure to prove any doubters wrong in one way or another. What she does mind is when people look at her as if they expect her to crack like her mother did. It’s no great secret after all, at least not back at Ista. Thus far Amaryn has not had any issues of that sort. Amaryn has no trouble sleeping thank you very much. Nor is she unduly paranoid (though she has a healthy sense of suspicion of anyone who seems overly friendly or happy without obvious reasons). Melancholy rarely touches her (though she does have occasional moments of introspection). She’s actually pretty well adjusted, and you can go ahead and mind your own damned business and keep your nose out of that which is the concern of herself and her family.
When she is unhappy it isn’t at all a hidden thing. She does sullen particularly well, and she also, on occasion, flies off the handle completely. You know what they say about a woman scorned? There’s some of that going on in Amaryn. Above everything, even surpassing her own ambitions, she loves her dragon and her family. Yes even her mother. Almost especially
her mother. Whispers about Sorilea’s breakdown, or gossip along those lines, or any negative comments at all will see Amaryn responding. Best not let her hear at all. Even better, be loyal to Sorilea, and Amaryn will reward you with a breathtaking smile, and perhaps even a bit of loyalty and respect.
Amaryn was born to Sorilea and D’van, then Weyrleaders of Ista Weyr, with much celebration and yet some would say that she is the reason that her mother has been plagued with emotional difficulties. True -yes- her mother’s depression was post-partum, and true -yes-that this depression was the reason that Sorilea eventually stepped down as Senior Weyrwoman at Ista, but Amaryn has never been considered a burden, or blamed by either of her parents.
She was fostered at a young age, as is normal with the children of dragonriders, and she grew up hearing about her mother’s suicide attempt. Imagine, as a child, to overhear and sometimes be told outright that your mother is unbalanced? To hear whispers and wonderings about whether the daughter would take after the paranoid and neurotic mother?
Amaryn, certainly, never exhibited those particular traits. Some might say that she has had her own brand of crazy at the other end of the spectrum and naturally any time Amaryn did something that folk found troublesome, the old adage ‘blood will tell’ was sure to spring up. Her fierce loyalty to her mother developed early on, and Amaryn spent a lot of time one on one with Sorilea growing up. Her absolute favourite thing as a little girl was when she was allowed to ride Ianth as a passenger, but also just talking to her mother.
A pretty girl, she was nevertheless a physical sort even as a child. Not a tomboy since she very much liked girlish and pretty things, but certainly Amaryn could be found running and climbing and yes even fighting. On more than one occasion she had to be forcibly separated from one of her playmates from getting into a bit of a scrap, small fists and fingernails flying. As children can be cruel, there were times when this happened because of taunts about her mother, to which she always and without fail reacted. Amaryn has a few half-sisters, and one half-brother, thanks to her father D’van, and that same loyalty is very much in play towards all her family.
In addition to her physical side, young Amaryn was quite the bossy britches, always one to take the lead in the games she played with the other weyrbrats. And when she wasn’t able to compete with the older and stronger ones, she used her smarts and her cunning to subtly direct things the way she wanted them to go, and sometimes not so subtly when she led a good number of the young boys around by the nose. When it was noticed by her foster parents and her parents, this behaviour was interrupted, with the hope that it would not become a problem as she matured.
At the age of twelve turns, it was judged that it would be for the best to send her away to foster outside of the weyr. This choice was made by her father, and so Amaryn was shipped off to Ista Hold. Her older half-sister, Seren, soon joined her having walked the tables at the Harperhall and found herself assigned to the very hold which Amaryn had been consigned to. Amaryn was miserable though it was a comfort to have Seren there with her, and she was able to see her mother every few weeks and whenever Sorilea and Ianth could spare time to visit. However the four turns she spent at Ista Hold did do her well, and when she returned to the weyr, she certainly had grown into herself and had a more mature outlook on life. The ability to grow alone without constantly worrying about her mother had also been of benefit to her and did not do their relationship any harm.
Growing up in a weyr meant that Amaryn was always well accustomed to the vagaries of dragons. Having parents that were at some point weyrleaders, meant that many expected that she too would impress and impress well. Neither Sorilea nor D’van ever placed that expectation on her shoulders. She was not ever specifically groomed for gold, but when she was old enough to stand as a candidate she did, and certainly wagers were placed regarding the outcome.
At sixteen she was on the sands and she would impress green Eferiath. It was the kind of impression that just happened
. The dragonet hatched neatly, the shell of her egg splitting into several tidy pieces, and then without fouling herself on her wings, the tiny and delicate green simply trotted over to Amaryn and the bond was formed the instant their eyes met.
She jumped forward with Ista of course, but things have not been smooth sailing. Finally she got herself a transfer, but the reasons for which, she's keeping to herself. Though its bound to get out sooner or later....DRAGON NAME...
, #5A9743...DRAGON AGE...
5 turns (Turn 2055 Eighth Pass)Info for the clutch listing:Weyr:
Turn 2055 (Eighth Pass)Current Age:
5 TurnsNotable Impressions:
Green Eferiath...DRAGON INFORMATION...
Eferiath is the tempestuous sea green of the deepest of oceans, slashed through with the softer, verdant green of fresh cress on the belly and wing tips. She’s barely 20 feet, noticeably compact, though in perfect proportion and balance so that one would never consider her to be anything other than her full adult size if they took a closer look at her, something she invites all and sundry to do with a delicate crook of her neck and a flick of her tail.
In the air she is undeniably acrobatic, capable of many daring feats; twists and turns that take one’s breath away. She has never, and likely will never, last a whole threadfall, but she makes up for it with sheer athleticism, speed, and a good eye. She is able to dart and twist around the larger dragons and is invaluable to the wing in this sense.
She is in possession of surprising perspicacity for a green. While she might not attach the same relevance to a thing as her rider or any other human might, Eferiath understands
, and then she simply dismisses as irrelevant, or allows herself to happily forget those things that do not immediately concern herself and hers. She has a terrible memory, and relies on Amaryn for recall. She’s impish and somewhat coy, and although she can out manoeuvre the big browns and bronzes, quite often allows herself to be caught by them. She likes to see things and watch things and enjoys sweepriding and taking a turn as watchdragon.
Eferiath does not like broken things, and injured and crippled people and dragons alarm her greatly. She expects extra attention with oiling and though her hide doesn’t actually require it, she demands it daily. Eferiath has never been scored and prides herself on this fact. She is whole and perfect and well-made and she enjoys flaunting this around those male dragons that catch her attention.