Description
She's a tall one, long and lean and lithe as a dancer ought to be. She appears to be around 20 turns of age, give or take a turn or so. Her skin is the tanned near-bronze of one born in the desert and raised by the sun; to contrast the relative darkness, her exotically tilted eyes are a peculiar, too-pale shade of blue, akin to the sun-bleached pallor of desert skies at noon. Dark hair falls to roughly waist length when let down, although it's typically bound up in an artful tangle of braids, beads, and glinting baubles. Her features are aesthetically pleasing without being extraordinarily memorable; attractive with their smooth curves and high cheekbones without being striking. Typically, she's adorned with a plethora of piercings, depending upon the occasion: multiple hoops and studs in each ear and a small piercing at her left nostril that is, periodically, connected with a slim chain to a hoop in her left ear. The rest of her is well-toned, the result of a lifetime spent doing what she loves — even so, she's not entirely unaccustomed to hard work, as the slight callousing on her long-fingered hands and on the bottoms of her feet can attest.
Her clothing is vibrant as a general rule, with today's ensemble being bright yellow and red, consisting of a form-fitting, sleeveless top that cuts across her shapely bosom with white lacing up both sides and a wrap skirt clasped at her hip with a sun-shaped broach in bronze with a large amber bauble in the heart of it. Around her neck is plain necklace, a leather thong with a glassy pendant, while her wrists are adorned with metallic bangles in brass and bronze. Sandals cover her feet, while her ankles are adorned with a smattering of glittering, glass-beaded anklets.
History
Were she born in a Hold or Weyr, perhaps she might have been introduced to the Harpering ways … but, as it was, her family was, in their own way, a band of wandering Harpers — untrained nomads of the Igen desert. They entertained at holds and the Weyr for generations, with Razhendi being the latest in a string of dancing daughters to be raised among the Adouli.
Her life was as idyllic as it could be, even with the usual difficulties of survival — particularly in the desert. She learned early how to survive, how to work hard, and how to get what she needed … even if she had to be a bit sneaky about it. Despite being a rather accomplished pick-pocket and thief, she often preferred to do things the 'honest' way before resorting to those alternate means.
But, the dancer was struck with a different kind of wanderlust when she hit her late teens — a love for Weyrlife emerged and the realization that it was the kind of live she wanted was enough. In time, she finally told her family of her wishes and, after some contentiousness over the matter, a consensus was reached.
With the blessing of her family, Razhendi left one nomadic lifestyle for another.
Her journeys have made her quite a few friends at the Weyrs, ensuring she has a place to stay and a means to travel when she needs it. After spending a turn of just hopping from place to place to see the sights, however, she's begun to realize that all she really wants is a sense of stability and, to that end, she's been spending more and more time in various places, hoping to find the one she can call 'home'.
Family
| Name | Relation | Location | Position |
|---|---|---|---|
| Ysmae | Mother | Igen Area | Trader/Entertainer |
| Adoun | Father | Igen Area | Trader/Entertainer |
| Safun | Uncle | Igen Area | Trader/Entertainer |
| Nana Tzizi | ??? | Igen Area | Trader/Entertainer |
| Adouzhi | Younger Brother | Ista Weyr | Trader/Entertainer |
| Nazimi | Younger Sister | Igen Area | Trader/Entertainer |
| Oulo | Cousin (F) | Igen Area | Trader/Entertainer |
| Sounae | Older Sister | Ista Weyr | Weyrling to Green Zabrietath |
| Dz'i (Dzindi) | Cousin (M) | Ista Weyr | Weyrling to Bronze Xorionth |
| Akhmida | Cousin (F) | Ista Weyr | Weyrling to Green Ladjeyth |
| H'un (Hriyun) | Cousin (M) | Ista Weyr | Weyrling to Brown Nykamath |
| Zhekora | Daughter | Ista Weyr | Infant |
| Nalkaz | Son | Ista Weyr | Infant |
Firelizards
Brain Before Brawn Brown Gobi
At first glance, this fellow might be best described as thin and scrawny, but a more accurate assessment would be slim and compact. Deep umber runs from the tip of his muzzle, down his back towards the tip of his tail. Along the way, it slips down to stain his haunches as well. Stomach, cheeks and the area around his glowing eyes are a pale sienna hue. Strangely, he appears to have a round, ebony frame around each eyes and an equally dark line linking them over his muzzle and moving back towards his neckridges. Like nothing else, they resemble a pair of reading glasses, an improvement on the real thing as this set can never be broken or misplaced. Completing this odd display are two sets of pale brown strips which move along his sides to come to an end somewhere along his haunches, and twin sheets of a darkned sapphire hue. These sheets form a set of wingsails which are angular and compact, only large enough to ensure the ability to fly without cutting down on agility or maneuverability in the air.
Nonsensical Sentinel Bronze Mojave
Not at all plain, though at first he might seem so, this large bronze is a sight to behold. Most of his body is encased in a smooth shade of rich, dark bronze, like an old statue that's been well-kept, untarnished but not quite glittering. The dark shade shines greenish in sunlight, while indoors or in the shade it remains dark, seeming largely markingless. When he is perched, the only markings he seems to sport are vibrant citrine specks that shift up his neck, only to coalesce around his muzzle and cheeks, and the same shade which moves over his face splashed across all four paws. Otherwise he seems to be solemnly bronze despite a marked lack of solemnity about him. However, when in flight, wingsails reveal themselves in their full glory. The same citrine of his face and paws is spread in a golden wave on the underside of his wings, deepening only along the trailing edges to a vague shade of the same bronze as the rest of his body, struck through with an odd, incongruous lustrous sheen of blue, rather than green. No matter the occasional slight flaw in shading, it's hard to fault this guy for build, as he's large and well built at the same time, with wings that speak of speed and a lack of real bulk.
Woman Behind the Man Blue Negev
Sleek is the first word that comes to mind. Every angle is smooth and streamlined, perfect for flight. The tip of his snout is nearly white, fading darker and darker until the twin tips of his tail are nearly black. The color is staggared, seeming almost windblown, like at first all of him was dark and the speed of flight swept the color off of him. His wingsails are a pale aqua in swirls and dips as if painted by the brush of a child.
