Description
Dryssa is a young woman in her late teenage turns, an energetic bundle of youthful energy. She's a couple inches above five feet, with a thin and athletic frame. Her skin is a light color with just the slightest hint of a tan from time spent outdoors. She has long, straight blonde hair that flows down to the middle of her back, and light blue eyes. Her lips seem to curl naturally into a smile, and she seems to nearly always be moving or fidgeting, constantly filled with energy.
Dryssa is wearing a simple white traditional candidate robe. The robe is clean and tailored specifically to fit her, so it's likely that she made it by hand rather than picking something old out of the storage caverns. Henna tattoos are visible on her arms and legs, a pattern of flowering vines that wraps around her limbs. Her feet are protected from the hot sand by a simple pair of sandals.
*Image by Tarish, of PernWorld MUSH
History
Dryssa grew up with a nomadic band of traders, traveling Pern from weyr to weyr and hold to hold. She was the youngest of seven children, and like many youngest children she developed an extremely outgoing and often mischievious personality to ensure she got the attention she craved. Although she always did her best to assist the family business, Dryssa never developed much of an aptitude for numbers or negotiation and usually found herself completely useless to the group. In recent turns, she has decided that her true calling is to be a talented and famous artist, an opinion shared by few who have seen her actual 'work'. Her medium changes from day to day, and she can be found doing anything from painting to sculpting to sewing clothing whenever the whim strikes her. Although she has left her family she has retained the love of traveling and now lives as something of a nomad, switching residences as often as she switches hobbies.
Family
| Name | Relation | Location | Position |
|---|---|---|---|
Firelizards
Green Muse
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Dragon
Chasing the White Horses Green Vyanath
Sunlight sparkles over cerulean-tinged green, shades through aquamarine, and buffets against the deep sea green of this young dragon's turbulent colouration. Pale sea foam crests her head, cascading down her neck and washing up against wingspars the colour of fresh seaweed. Where wings and body meet a darkness forms, wrapping around her legs, staining her belly, draping across haunches, and finally trailing to the tip of her long tail. Brightness finds her legs once more, shading them the colour of a pine forest, but still with an ever-present blue shimmer as if reflected in a pond. Her wings seem the only part of her that is truly green, but even across the seaweed stained sails is a faint hint of aqua when the light hits them just right.
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