Description
| Portrayed By | Emilie de Ravin |
|---|---|
| Sex | Female |
| Status | Brownrider |
| Dragon | Brown Zaruath |
| Duty | Ocean Sapphire Wingrider |
| Height | 4'9" |
| Weight | ~95lbs |
| Birthplace | Telgar Weyr |
| Hobbies | Hunting, Camping, Blowing things up, Adventures, Thrill Seeker |
Light golden hair has been grown out to mid-shoulder blades. Falling in smooth curls, the hair fluffs out around her face, with some shorter bangs snipped to coil around her forehead and eyesight. Her face is still round with baby-fat and with a pointed chin, yet still proportional to her small physique; she is much shorter than others her age with fewer curves than most women her age, though they have begun to become more pronounced. She's fair skinned with no visible blemishes on her face and sports a small nose and thin lips. There is one mark on her skin: a thin red scar that stretches across her throat, visible when looking closely. Her eyes are a clear sky blue that can be unnerving when combined with a narrow-eyed glare; such a pale color that would border on white on a bright day. Her eyes are framed by long lashes and her brows are generally low and straight on her face.
Her small frame has a thin crimson tank top for the warmer Istan days, long enough to occasionally hide the belt around her slim waist. Strapped to the belt is a new jeweled beltknife, its blue sapphires clearly visible on the hilt. She has dark brown hide trousers that look new, snugging her thin legs comfortable and finally tucked into short sepia boots that have been well-worn throughout the turns and occasionally caked in mud. Not far from her is usually a matching dark riding jacket, still smelling like new leather.
On her shoulder is a Wingrider's knot from Ista Weyr, with a brown thread for her lifemate Zaruath and a wing patch on her jacket for Ocean Sapphire.
She is physically based off of Emilie de Ravin (just much shorter, I imagine).
History
Born in Telgar Weyr to greenrider Rupa and brownrider F'ran as a result from a maiden flight, she was the image of a Weyrbrat. She was raised among her parents instead of being fostered out with the other Weyr's children in Telgar Weyr. Her young life was spent always exploring with her mother, as her father, an assistant weyrlingmaster, was too busy to be left alone with her when he had to take care of weyrlings. She had brief encounters with people her age among the lower caverns when they were home, but she still spent time by herself or with her parents and their dragons. When off in the field with her mother, she spent it camping out and grew familiar with hunting and other necessities.
When she was nearly 13 turns, her father grew ill and eventually passed away. After another turn of coping, she followed her mother to Ierne. Once there, her mother grew restless with her work and decided to ask her brother, a Herder at Western Weyr, to take care of Fyra. Fyra, old enough to be on her own, did not complain too much as she left, unsure about where her place will be in the new environment.
Not long after settling into Western and with a new clutch on the sands, she was asked to stand. The candidacy was going by normal, with Fyra's excitement growing closer to the hatching. Except she never made it to the sands. Not long before the eggs cracked, during a masquerade party, Fyra was kidnapped by pirates. After being taken to their current island base, tied up with some other hostages, and followed by a few rounds of torturing the young teen, she was finally rescued. But she was brought home with new scars, part of her hair shorn off (which she finished off herself), and plenty of nightmares.
While she harbored a hatred towards some people, particularily the Weyrleader, she plotted revenge. Or at least a lot of sulking in the stables while helping her Uncle Tyrrol or wandering off alone (even after being kidnapped). One day while at the beach, she found a firelizard clutch hatching and came home to the Weyr with a little orange-gold tucked into her pocket; soon after the firelizard was never found away from the girl's side, becoming her new best friend Cachucha.
By surprise, a bronzerider from Ista Weyr that needed help with his runner soon found himself having to calm his raging dragon outside by demanding the girl go out. Fyra, stubborn as always, had only agreed to stand just close enough for scrutiny and then shortly thereafter asked to stand again for Ista's clutch by a disgruntled rider. Candidacy there was full of old faces, new faces, and many surprises. And although she had many doubts on whether she was ready to be a rider, a dark disfigured brown Zaruath decided that she was enough for him on hatching day.
Weyrlinghood for Fyra, from then on known as F'yr, came in many new challenges; from a stubborn dragon that refused to fly (to the point that he had been threatened with having the queens push him off a cliff) to the whole process of puberty and growing up. With a life as a dragonrider now, she had to put up with her mother's lectures on duty and responsibility to her lifemate and Weyr above everything else. Growing up over the Turns found Fy falling in and out of friendships over pranks gone too far and bad luck. A surprising development in her first relationship brought the brownrider a little out of her shell, though the relationship was mostly dominated by confusion and guilt.
Above all F'yr sought thrills, and she satisfied this urge with her unhealthy addiction to the Search and Rescue Wing. She took many unnecessary risks, one which nearly cost her Zaruath's life and likely her own. After being grounded, sick from fighting a fire at Western, F'yr managed to sneak her way to fight the flames once again. A surprise storm caught them and a gust of wind knocked the already weakened pair out of the skies, crashing into the middle of the fire. Zaruath and F'yr had to be lifted out, taken to the Dragonhealers at Xanadu Weyr later where they could recover.
It was a long and hard recovery process, but eventually the brown managed to take flight again. F'yr's personal life, however, took a rather odd twist. While this period of her life brought an odd confusion in her current relationship and lost friendships, she found comfort in a variety of new friends and above all, adventures to satisfy that thrill hunger. Without finding any work or Wing to take her in at Xanadu that will satisfy her urges, F'yr finally managed to convince her way back into the Search and Rescue Wing at Ista Weyr.
While paranoia and mistrust rule most of Fy's feelings, somehow by circumstances she can never understand or explain, she found herself in a committed relationship with S'gam, a Dragonhealer that caught her eye back in Xanadu. Now both happily settled in Ista, Fy is juggling keeping her position in the Search and Rescue Wing, keeping herself entertained with daring thrills like storm chasings, and trying to understand the foreign territory of a real relationship. And of course, keeping Zaruath, the first male in her life, from murdering anyone unnecessary and happy enough.
After many turns, F'yr has found herself alone again with her only true mate being Zaru. The brownrider's mistrust toward bronzeriders only grew with past affairs, and it was not long before she found herself on her own again. Over the last turns, several drunken encounters and flight partners led to two pregnancies whose parentage cannot be determined (other than F'yr). From a very young age, first Sygni and later Sylar went to live with their grandmother Rupa, who fostered them since they were old enough to travel :between: safely in Fort Weyr.
Family
| Name | Relation | Location | Position |
|---|---|---|---|
| Sygni | Daughter | Fort Weyr | Toddler |
| Sylar | Son | Fort Weyr | Baby |
| Rupa | Mother | Fort Weyr | Greenrider |
| F'ran | Father | ::Between:: | Deceased |
| Tyrrol | Uncle | Western Weyr | Weyrherder |
| Soleil | Aunt | Telgar Weyr | Greenrider |
Quotes
"The name's F'yr and I'm the one that's going to outlive your old scaly ass." — To Syra at Miraneith's second clutching
Firelizards
Marmalade Gold Cachucha
Sticky sour-sweet goodness coalesces into the form of this lady gold. Her personality looks to match the marmalade hue of her hide in moments of sheer shrill demand offset by the sweet trill of loving patience. Her build is average for a firelizard, not so heavy set as some of the larger colors, but neither light and frilly as many greens seem to be. She settles right in the mid range, pleasantly toned muscles carrying strength without being overly burdensome or bulky. Proportions are spot on, and if ever there was a gauge for firelizard kind she could very well be it. The orangy-gold hue of marmalade coats her unevenly, with bits of orange nad lemon rind spotting here and there. Most prominent are the bits which seem to form the ridges upon her neck and tail. Wings are a thin spread of the concoction, glossy and true they look heavy yet remain light and silky as any wingsail around and provide a beautiful pattern for the light to filter through.
Dragon
Stranger Than You Dreamt It Brown Zaruath
Volcanic ash stains the hide of the abnormally thin brown dragon, highlighting the dull muddiness of his hide and emphasising his skeletal look - every muscle and bone that goes to make up his frame can be easily seen and counted through his lacklustre hide. His forehead is overgrown, nose shortened an upturned at the end, and each dusted with dust-like specks of white. His haunches shade more towards black coffee, an oil-like sheen streaking down the back of each leg, while his tail appears to have been dipped in molasses. Huge glassy wings, almost devoid of colour and definitely too large for his frame, shimmer in the slightest light, casting an odd haze around him and across his brittle alabaster talons.
