Description
Tiny is the first thing you think when you see this young woman. Tiny as in short. She stands barely 5'3", so she walks with her head raised upward continiously, looking as though she's always talking to someone above her. Her hair is pitch black with a slight wave, though a few silver grey strands are beginning to appear at her temples. It's quite long when it's down, hanging nearly down to her waist, but most of the time it's bound up with a pale green leather thong into a tight bun. Her face is slightly oval and lightly tanned, her mouth a firm curve that's almost always in a smile. Her nose is cute, maybe a little long for her face, though not enough to be unattractive. Her eyes are a curious pale hazel, more green than brown, framed by thick dark lashes. She's starting to show her age now, laugh lines crinkle on the sides of her eyes and a few pale lines crease her forehead.
Gwen is wearing a pale green tunic, the colors of new leaves in spring, and mahogany wherhide pants, that seem very beaten in. Her riding jacket is slung round her thin frame, hanging a little long, hugging her hips instead of her waist. The badge on her jecket denotes her as from Ista Weyr, and the knot on her shoulder has a brown thread run through it. She wears little jewelry, save a thin silver choker around her neck.
History
Gwen was born and raised at Telgar as a weyrbrat with a little sister named Kimmi. Gwen's mother and father were both stablehands, and even Gwen will admit she'd had a decent life. Maybe she just wanted out on her own, but the young woman left home and her dear Kimmi at 16 turns, ending up eventually at Eastern Weyr and taking a job there as a stablehand.
Gwen grew to love Eastern and it's people. She Impressed her first firelizard there, a little blue creature she named Neko. After a few months, Lonriya's Gold Isisth flew and laid a clutch on Eastern's Sands, and as Gwen went to admire the eggs, she found herself in the claws of bronze Sith, whose rider, the ever scary taffeta draped P'alpatine, asked her to stand for the clutch.
Life as a Candidate was slow, but she made friends and the time moved much too fast. One day as theylounged in the barracks, the Weyrlingmaster ran in and yelled for them to get on the Sands. One by one the candidates scurried out, and one by one they Impressed, including most of Gwen's friends. The fog was thick that day, hiding the hatchlings' colors until they were in front of their lifemates. The last egg to hatch was Gwen's favorite, and between Maisy's urging and a voice inside her head, Gwen managed to find the last hatchling in the fog just in time for it's eyes to catch hers. « My mind, it is I, Maemith! » The hatchling was seen now to be a darling brown, and he wanted and had claimed Gwen as his.
Three more firelizards joined Gwen's family in time, a gold, a brown and a green, respectivly. But the most interesting time as when Eastern had a gather, which was attended by the new High Reaches Weyrlings. As Gwen sought someone to dance, she spotted one of HRW's new green weyrlings, and she asked the young woman to dance. That woman was Taran, and when the Gather was over, a flower was passed between the two. A few days later, a trip took Gwen to the High Reaches, and sure enough, she met Taran again. The two talked and a bond was formed which is still there to this day and which can still get a blush from the brownrider when mentioned.
During all this, Gwen had risen from a weyrling to a Wingleader of the Libra Wing, when Lonriya was transfered to another Weyr. It wouldn't stay like that for long though, as another clutch was laid upon the Sands and the old Weyrlingmaster retired, leaving a space that was soon filled by Gwen, surprisingly enough, much to the distain of Maemith who would rather spend his time sunning on a certain ledge in the High Reaches.
Family
| Name | Relation | Location | Position |
|---|---|---|---|
| Selphie | Mother | ||
| Jorlan | Father | ||
| Kimmi | Sister | ||
| A'iin | Cousin | Fort Weyr | Rider of bronze Ikanarath |
| Gazit | Cousin | Eastern Weyr | Cook |
Firelizards
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Dragon
Brown Maemith
Thin as the stick on a judge's gavel would describe this brown dragonet, his form all angles and seeming to be nothing but. On the slightly larger side of his color's scale, this dragonet can indeed be a little bit intimidating as it's deep brown depths swerve and curve on it's thin and sharp yet rounded form. The deep brown nears that of mahogany, while deeper streaks, nearing that of black, runs in small stripes along it's hide, as if the grain from a piece of wood. When his wingspan is spread - for whatever reason - fawn and mahogany color his membrane in the same wooden textured pattern. His triangular head seems a bit bulkier than the rest of him - the head of the gavel - his head slightly more rounded, though the front and back of his head seem slightly blunted, as if stopped short, but yet not in an unattractive way as swirling eyes are placed within the triangular head.
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