Game: Unified Pern
Area: Xanadu Weyrhold
Position: Bluerider
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Dragon: Blue Fevierith
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Name: Djara
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Position: Bluerider, Searchrider
Past Ranks: Weyrbrat, Candidate, Weyrling
Gender: Female
Sexuality*: Pan
- Note that all sexualities are fluid or basically pansexual, due to ness's own sexual mindset. All characters are at base pansexual; they could go for anyone based on personality over gender. Some of them may lean, and have a gender preference. Some may be more bisexual. Bigenders, transgenders, and other genders may not be an issue on pern, so that aspect may not be an issue. Point: Personality over sexuality, which is why they will be listed as Pansexual with a potential lean.
Looks
Relatively small, Djara is only about 5'2", and most pernese tower over her— something her personality may be compensating for. She's built slightly, with small features and delicate limbs, those features are covered in strong, lithe muscle: she was raised in the weyr. A small layer of fat covers that muscle, so she looks a bit soft, and indeed she has womanly curves in her hips and her bust. Her eyes are a bright shade of green, and almond shape, and her lips are full in her pointed face. Her hair is dark auburn, and she wears it back in a messy ponytail, cut short so that it doesn't droop when pulled back.
Personality
The experiential exstacy of the human condition.
This phrase illustrates Djara beautifully. A fairly intuitive being, she throws herself at life with great passion and enthusiasm. Everything she feels, she feels for a reason, and she wants to feel it to it's fullest extent, and express it; living has almost become an art form. Feel everything, from pain to joy, and revel in it.
It goes without saying that Djara is a very abstract person. Her mind focuses less on the concrete, though she can occasionally come back down to earth to consider some realistic conundrum— she'd really just rather not. The meaning, the implications, the symbolism our human minds put into everything: these are the things that interest her, and the things she likes to distract herself with. Drills and these things; they're boring, and she'll go at them automatically, while her mind is lost in some fancy. She does, as a result, do some of her duties haphazardly and not very well; she might be the frustration to a wingleader who cannot engage her imagination, when it comes to drills.
Energetic and bright, she tends to err on the happy end of the spectrum, though in a very manic way. The euphoria that illustrates her life is an almost violent euphoria— not that it manifests in actual violence, but it illustrates itself violently, and abruptly. Her movements are dramatic, she gestures wildly, she carries herself further then most people— expressions of this strong euphoria. Her movements— and indeed, her feelings— are usually abrupt and happen without warning; she can be a handful to be around.
There isn't much that will turn her off, or that she won't try. This living thing demands experimentation, and she takes it to heart. She'll try anything at least once, and even a few times, detrimental or not. If it gives her a thrill, she's in. Anything to feel alive; almost.
Stubborn and willful, she's not really used to being told no, and she'll usually ignore it if she is. She has strong opinions, that she's formed in her mental expeditions into the realm of morality, and she's not very shy about expressing them. If something happens or something is said that she doesn't agree with, she'll say something back, and argue her point with surprising ease, considering how abstract she is. She doesn't back down from an argument, either. She's a strong person, with a lot of momentum behind her force of personality, and she can and will hold her own in an argument or an outright fight.
A very sensual being, she considers sex to be one of the hearts of the human experience, and thus pursues it with great interest. Touching is very important to her, if she's fond of you— even just friends, she'll hug and put hands on the shoulders of. If you're a lover, cuddling is mandatory, and so is spending leisure time together— she makes no secret about being a romantic at heart.
Ecstatic, Immediate, wild and fiery, without any care for her size: like candleflames.
History
Djara was born in Igen weyr, to the rider of two mid-rank dragons, both of which did fairly well in their wing. The expectation both of her parents AND she had upon her birth was that, naturally, she would ride a dragon as she aged, and that expectation carried on to the lower caverns staff who did most of the work of raising her. Thus, she was groomed from an early age that she would ride a dragon, and took her training seriously— almost as seriously as if she were an apprentice to a craft. She lacked no knowledge, was physically fit, and most especially, was incredibly confident that the moment she stood on the sands, she would Impress.
She was not mistaken. Though she had the option of standing by the time she was 11, she waited, feeling that the time wasn't EXACTLY right for her to stand as a candidate then— she put it off for two years, and stood at the age of 13. It was her first time on the sands to actually Stand, though she'd attended egg touchings before as a prospective candidate, and it was as exciting as it should be. Her expectations were not mistaken— she was amongst the first to Impress, her lovely blue Fevierith, who made no qualms about going to her directly and picking her out from amongst the girls.
The pair carried out their weyrlinghood at Igen, and stayed there for 7 years, before Djara began to get travel-sick; she'd been at Igen her whole life, and prior to impression, had rarely traveled anywhere past the beastcrafthall and the occasional hold. She wanted to go somewhere else, have a change of scenery. She requested transfer to the first weyr she heard with any need for people, and that brought her to Xanadu.
The pair travel with some frequency, but both have settled in nicely to the more tropical atmosphere of Xanadu— though they both love Igen's desert heat for it's familiarity, the lack of dryness is a welcome change
Family
| Name | Relation | Location | Position | Dragon | PC/NPC/Adoptable? |
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Dragon
Blue [f] Fevierith
Nothing about this dragoness is dull, from her color to her frame. The lithe, almost too-long frame of her body and limbs is carried with a natural sort of grace. Her base tone is a vivid, even blue, darkening gently and deeply around her muzzle, and trailing down her underbelly and the height of her wings. A lighter blue tone lights her face, and mottles her shoulders and hindquarters, also shading the outer edges of her wings. Still a lighter shade of blue crosses vibrantly covering her feet entirely and fading out into blurred, irregular stripes, which make their appearance over her eye, on her tail, and briefly on her shoulders. The same tone is mottled across the center of her wings, and interlaced in a chaotic set of semi-swirls down the edges of her wing, matched twice by the same sorts of lines in the dark blue shade. That dark blue shade also lightly surrounds her eyes, giving her a very serious expression.
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Es: Candleflames
Theme: The experiential exstacy of the human condition.
Started as: Bluerider
Starting Age: 28
