Description
Though not exactly tall, this young lady stands an erect five feet and eight inches, her narrow frame belies her strength. She isn't what you could call curvy, but there is definatly something feminine about her never the less. Some of that could come though, from the growing roundness of her belly, her pregnancy growing more and more obvious each day. Her stick straight hair shines a white gold, with only hints of a deeper strawberry twist into a loose braid that runs the length of her back. Sharp angles pull at her oval face, high and broad cheek bones lead down to a pointed chin. Just above that, her lips aren't what one could call full, nor are they thin though and the lead to her straight patrician nose. The almond shape of her eyes lends a touch of the exotic to this etherially coloured beauty, as do the very eyes set into them. One is a silvery blue, the right a brilliant emerald green.
A loose, breezy pale orange tunic with a simple border of black covers the torso of this young lady. Beneath the keyhole neckline, a seashell sits on a braided cord of rosey dyed leather. Her legs are covered by a loose, flowing skirt, in black cotton gause with a batik dye pattern in shades of matching orange. Black leather sandles with seashells stitched to the straps slip onto her feet.
Pinned carefully to her shoulder is the still crisp knot of a Junior Weyrwoman of Ista Weyr. Orange and black twists with a deep gold ribbon woven into it to represent her bond to her Teloriith.
*Art by Jeriah
History
Born to J'em, rider of bronze Fenrith, out of Enriah, rider of green Zillahth, this girl should have been weyr-raised.
But she was not.
After a spat between her parents, which ended in Enriah never contacting J'em again, it was discovered that the little greenrider was pregnant for a second time by him. After the first pregnancy ended in a dissapointing stillbirth, Enriah decided not to tell J'em about the second pregnancy.
So she stayed in the cothold where she had fled to, a small place just north of Fort Sea Hold. Physically, Enriah never really recovered from birthing her daughter, and slowly grew more frail and ill, until she passed when Jeriah was four turns old
The cotholders raised the girl as if she were their own, but curiosity can be a dangerous thing. Inspite of their good treatment and their love of her, a place inside Jeriah felt hollow.
So she had come then, to Easter Weyr to meet the man her mother loved and hated so deeply. It went well, much better than Jeri was expecting, for J'em welcomed her with open arms, as did his mate at the time, Leah. Though a little awkwardly at first, father and daughter bonded deeply.
Deeply enough that when Fenrith caught gold Mhiyath, Jeriah moved from Sunny Sandy Eastern to the Great Frozen North with her father. Well, there was that intervening time she spent shivering (from the cold) in a cell in the renegade camp.
While still at Eastern, she was caught alone and generally unawares (in her bikini) by an unafilliated renegade and taken to a camp. Jeri never saw the woman again, and never really thought to question the why of it. She stared the most dangerous of them, Veski directly in the eye, openly challenging him to do something, anything. But an arrangement between Veski, Faye and J'em prevented it. At first she didn't realize it, but Veski was actually keeping her safe from the other renegades as well. Eventually a price for Jeri's release was determined, she was brought out (still only wearing her bikini), and delivered to J'em.
The experiance has bonded them even closer.
Jeri's first experiance with Hassaleah wasn't at all what the girl had hoped. Once she was determined fit enough and properly attired for the weather, Jeri imeadately began seeking work. It became clear to her that the Headwoman needed more assistants, and so she offered herself to the Weyrwoman as a candidate for the position. Things did not go well for Jeri in Eastern, and she was determined not have the same thing happen here. The last thing that the girl expected though was to be told that she'd have to learn a new accent, that the broughe she'd been raised with was unacceptable and impossible to understand. She didn't show how much it hurt to be told that people can't understand her. A young harper was there at the time, and offered to teach her a more genteel mode of speach. Taking him up on his offer, the girl hounded his every spare, waking moment until indeed, she lessend her accent. She's spent her time, day and night, night and day practicaing. So much that the other residents had labled her insane, possibly criminally so. And thus they stayed away from her at first.
This determination for self improvement showed Hassaleah just how serious Jeri was about wanting the assistant headwoman's position, which Jeriah was honoured to accept six months after she began her eloquition lessons. Eventually, the memory of her seemingly insane mutterings exited from the minds of the weyrfolk, and the came to realize what a wonder they had on their hands.
Not being particularly talented in the arts, Jeriah is wired for mathmatics and management, cool in difficult situations. To the point that the new 'assessment' of her was that she was a demanding, but hardworking, ice princess that no man would be able to melt the heart of. Sadly, this meant that none tried.
In time, even Jeriah couldn't remain friendless, she befriended a young apprentice healer by the name of Jule and an apprentice beastcrafter by the name of Sorrin, though both young ladies were several turns her younger, they were both new to the weyr and didn't know our Jeri by reputation.
Tie and turns passed, as they are want to do, and soon both Sorrin and Jule found themselves searched. Jeriah was then the seniour assistant headwoman, and was exteactic for both her friends when they impressed Gold and Green respectivly. In their spare moments, Jeriah and Jule devoloped a business plan to sell the soaps and oils that Jule makes in little gift baskets woven by the assistant headwoman. As another pair of turns passed when Jule found herself romantically linked with a fellow rider-healer from Xanadu, Jeri was most pleased, and even proud when Jule came up pregant.
An odd sort of relationship devoloped with Jeriah and the Weyrtanner, Barashyn. Not quite the volitile love-hate relationship her parents had, it wasn't love at first sight either. So when Jeri was searched by Ista weyr, she didn't actually manage to say a goodbye to the tanner, whom she wouldn't be comfortable calling a friend and certainly, he was not her lover.
So, this brings us to the present, when Jeriah has given up her assistant headwoman's knot and traded it for a much smaller white knot in a weyr where she basicly knows no one. Another fresh starts in the series of her life.
Family
| Name | Relation | Location | Position |
|---|---|---|---|
| Barashyn | Weyrmate | Tanner craft | Apprentice Master |
| Bariah | Daughter | Ista Weyr | Weybrat |
| Jershyn | Son | Ista Weyr | Deceased |
| Enriah | Mother | Greenrider | |
| J'em | Father | Bronzerider |
Firelizards
Blue Kageen
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Dragon
Gold Teloriith
Some women are born beautiful, take this lucky lady for example. Broad faced with wide eyes and highly arched brow ridges, this dragon's expression has an air of the feline, haughty, sweet or disinterested as her mood dictates. Over her delicate frame lays a hide of rich, dark gold, the color of honey in a jar, mottled here and there with swirls and fingers of amber and orangy russet delving into bronze range. This mixture of hues is particularly intense over her chiseled muzzle and graceful neck, so intense that it seems as if the areas had been set alight with golden flames, only to be tamped into coals of deep, molten bronze at the expanse of her shoulders. Rising from those shoulders are tawny ailerons supporting wingsails that look like a patchwork quilt of orange-gold, copper bronze and dark brown, each tint feathering only slightly into the next with little real blending in between. These splotches lighten considerably to spread all across her back and down her muscular haunches in a faint calico pattern, ending in a series of barely visible rings around her tail with a final tip of mahogany at its tailspade. Talons of antique ivory add the perfect finishing touch to this exquisite queen.
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