Description
The first impression that most people get when looking at this girl is that she's probably cross over something, what with those furrowed eye brows and that frown, but if you look long enough you'll notice that this girl, who's only a few inches over five feet tall, is actually somewhat pretty. Her face is rounded and soft looking and though her expression is usually less than friendly, she has nice features. Her eyes are a bright shade of green and her lashes are full and curve perfectly. Her brows are thin and acsentuate her eyes nicely and if they weren't knitted together all the time they'd arch over her eyes nicely. She has a petite little button nose set above soft plump lips. Her cheeks even have a natural rosie tint to them. Her hair is a light red almost orange color and is cut to a short bob, curling around her ears. It's held out of her face with a pink and white scarf, tied like a headband, keeping all but her short bangs back.
She's wearing a pale blue tunic with what looks like her emboidery practice scattered along the bottom in a white vine and leaves pattern and a pair of dark brown pants, left to hang down over her boots; which are knee high and made of a leather that has been treated with a pink dye, making them a soft pinkish brown. It's obvious she's had them for a long time as the leather is worn smooth from years of polishing. Around her neck is a cute necklace with a gem charm that's cut to look like a tiny dragon egg. It starts off at the bottom in a burnt amber color, and shifts into a sunshine yellow at the top. The gold chain is thin, but not so tiny that she needs to worry about snapping it. On her arm she wears both the Weaver lavender and white apprentice knot and the orange and black white knot of an Istan Weryling.
History
Aisling is the youngest of seven children and the only girl in her family. She grew up on the outskirts of Paradise River Hold, an exciting place for young boys to drag their baby sister all over and try to get her to cry. Her father is a deepsea fisherman and is gone for weeks into near months and, being as deeply in love as her parents are, they've had a lot of children; rationlizing that they've had so many boys to help take care of her mother while her father is out at sea. Her entire family is very carefree and fun loving, so she's taken it upon herself to be the serious one. The one who would be prepared when that disaster that no one thought would happen, happend. Dispite being so serious all the time, however; she's rather soft hearted and likes to help people she thinks are in need. She did, for a short time, let her mother dress her up in some of the most ubsurdly girlish outfits, but only as an attempt to let her mother do all the things she'd wished she could do after so many years of having nothing but boys to raise. And of course like every good little sister, she'd go out and play with her brothers in these little outfits, often getting them filthy or ripped. It wasn't untill she was in her early-teens that she actually started to care for her personal appearance and began watching her grandmother when she sewed things and began attempting to mimick the old woman. She wasn't very good at first, but she eventually got the hang of it. Her grandmother even taught her the basics of knitting and she found she enjoyed this more than actual sewing. During those short years she made several pieces of clothing for herself before her grandmother suggested she join the weaving craft.
Shortly after entering the weaver craft however, she was searched to stand for one of Ista Weyr's clutches by Ae'ran and his bronze Knephyth. After a fun and rather educating candidacy, she was Impressed to her green lady Tejath. The two have had their ups and downs during thier weyrlinghood, but every day they grow closer and learn to understand eachother a little better.
Family
| Name | Relation | Location | Position | Age (+/- Aisling) |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| Rikka | Mother | Paradise River Hold | +35 | |
| Jaxson | Father | Paradise River Hold | Fisherman | +37 |
| Jaxson Jr | Brother | Paradise River Hold | Fisherman | +18 |
| Rixon | Brother | Seacraft Hall | Master Fisher | +13 |
| Jaki | Brother | Seacraft Hall | Master Fisher | +10 |
| Ehren | Brother | Seacraft Hall | Journeyman Fisher | +8 |
| Kindlen | Brother | Paradise River Hold | +3 | |
| Malakai | Brother | WoodCraft Hall | Journeyman Forester | +2 |
Firelizards
Brown Kesu
Myrrh and mahogany fuse together across the muzzle and headknobs of this elegant firelizard, entwined about prominent eyeridges and sweeping all silk and sisal down the grand lengths of his broad and ponderous form. Lighter klah-brown erodes the sharp edges of his powerful neckridges before dissolving into the brooding layers of umber sweeping his belly and forelegs. His smooth, suave hide speckles to copper across the rounded curves of his withers, as if momentarily blessed by the sun. Wingsails - wide and high - are cloaked in a marbling of black, gray, and fawn, to create a secretive cove of shadows and covert camouflage.
Blue Ehren
This firelizard's hide has been brushed and swirled in all manner of watercolor and oilpaint blues. Swirls of cerulean blend with the faintest hints of seafoam and the darkest shades of henna over a muted canvas. Inky blue graces his silky neckridges like the finest silk. His face is the faintest shade of pastelle porcelin, tinted with mournful watercolors. His wings reflect the light, mirrors of midnight and sapphire mix with bottle glass in nameless but brilliant masterpiece. Yet the beauty fades to inky blackness over his back, his haunches, his tail, the emptiness of a story book left unfinished by its writer.
Green Rain
A dull marble-green veils the windswept viridian that coats her soft hide, storm clouds settling to texture large wingsails where they can look down upon the world bringing what it so desperately needs: Rain. Light cyan slivers speckle the hide from Drizzle's thin muzzle to her spaded tailtip. The droplets run down headknobs and neckridges alike until it finally reaches the bright green that's splashed all over her belly, the spring green hue reaching forever upwards.
Dragon
Lady of Fire green Tejath
Blockier than normal, this jade green dragon still retains a powerful presence despite her caricatured appearance. Her muzzle is slightly elongated with a short low-slung jaw line squaring off her snout. Sweeping back along the ridge of her muzzle two small furrows lead up to a pair of deep-set eyes, evening off as they reach squat headknobs. Her body is squat and solid, the hide pitted like an old statue, uneven patches of malachite giving her an almost cracked appearance across well muscled legs. Her belly is a paler jade, the same colour echoed in her translucent sails, encrusted with a thin line of dirt that will never wash off.
