Description
Wavy hair, a rich golden-honey brown, curls around her shoulder blades, tips brushing against her arms and back. The somewhat unruly hair is done up a little, pulled back on one side with a clip complete with a blue flower that looks almost real. Bright green eyes sit well balanced in her face, cushioned by full lashes, though she has been cursed, in a sense, with the family nose. Said nose is narrow, a bump near the top of, sloping quickly downwards, though still protruding a fair distance from her face. Full lips are a rosy pink, set off from her tanned skin, a result of spending much of her previous life outdoors. She's about 5'7', and her lithe form shows sinewy muscle, and just enough curves to be feminine.
Pi's outfit has something of a tropical look to it, very fitting for the Istan climate. The top is a white halter top, just short enough to show a bit of her stomach above the skirt she wears. Said skirt is a wrap-around, made from a light fabric dyed with both shades of green and blue like the water. There's a couple white fish drawn in here and there on the skirt for decoration. A pair of tan woven sandles finish off the outfit with just enough straps to keep them securely on her feet.
Pi sports a simple orange and black knot for Ista Weyr. It consists of one loop of the twisted cords with a string with four knots to designate her as a wingleader. A strand of green is woven through to show which color dragon she rides.
History
Paimida hails from a small cothold on the Northern tip of Ista Isle, where her family lives as a group, sharing the tasks of the hold, and of herding the ovine (Sheep) in the nearby hills. A member of a huge family she has gotten very used to communal living, and being responsible for a particular task around the area.
Youngest of 7, and the only girl, her mother made sure that she received the same training and attention as her brothers. As her brothers and herself learned beastcraft skills from her father, she found herself having to prove her skills more often and to a greater extent then the others. She managed to avoid being married off because of her mother looking out for her and not desiring her to marry an older man merely for material gain - however, she did have some suitors - who found themselves with an extra bump in their nose by the end of it.
Eventually she was amongst the group selected to take a large herd of ovine to Ista Weyr, on the condition that while she was there, she would seek further instruction, to better her technique. However, her mother had an ulterior motive - to get her out of the reach of a particularly persistent suitor who had managed to gain approval from her father.
Family
| Name | Relation | Location | Position |
|---|---|---|---|
| Araminta | Mother | ||
| Anker | Father | ||
| L'ton | Ma's Pa's Cousin's Son's Son | Ista Weyr | Weyrsecond, rider of Bronze Dhonzayth |
| Ponce | Ma's Pa's Uncle's Daughter's Son's Son | ||
| Zh'ae | Some distance of cousin | Ista Weyr | Wingsecond, rider of blue Zhilinith |
Firelizards
Blue Wash
Dragon
Green Psylenith
Long glossy wings. Wings that, when they unfurl, are so long as to appear terribly, terribly awkward. They make the medium-sized green appear to be without grace: narrow at her top, the body getting larger, from the broad shoulders, her wings - glossy, splashed in certain places with a shimmering, silvery green.
This, my friends, is where the subtlety ends.
Pulled back taut against the thin, yet well-muscled form is a hide of a brightly lime green; across her belly and right at the tip of her muzzled nose, there is a lighter green, in its own a bit awkward; at the tips of her headknobs is a slightly darker green. Through the hide can currently be seen the traces of bones - not the point to where she's malnourished, but to the point that the lady is most definitely having the room to fill in to be one of Pern's best flight-fighters.
The ridges on her back, every so often, run crooked, adding to the slight imperfections. There seems to be a pattern, to those upon her back, but as soon as they've had it 'figured out'? The pattern is gone.
Despite her appearance, the gaudily-green miss is not an awkward, clumsy mover at all; indeed, she moves with a sort of careful fluency (which was, come to think of it, probably from her father's side of the gene-pool). It's her eyes, though, which are her saving grace - eyes which reflect a constant sense of contemplation. Not too deep, of course - she already basically knows everything. And if not her eyes that're whirling? Well then, her tail is moving, or her claws are clicking, or…
