Name: Ichidou
Gender: Female
Age: Nineteen
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Rank: Brownweyrling (Junior) / ******** King of the World
Appearance: Ichidou is masculine by nature, so it only makes sense that her physical appearance lends itself to just such a role. Not particularly tall, Ichidou stands at roughly 5'5" which equates to 'middling,' by most standards. Most of that height is in her legs, however, which often conjures the illusion that she's taller than she actually is. At the same time, however, her long legs give a sense of undue clumsiness and overall lankiness. In comparison, she's actually fairly assertive with her physical presence--which can sometimes be beneficial, with people often underestimating her capabilities. Until she rips the rug out from under their feet, figuratively speaking. While not particularly robust, she's also nowhere near achieving the status of sublime fitness. A high metabolism burns off the sometimes excessive amount of food she consumes, and the muscle she's built up through years of labor is often undermined by periods of inactivity. Lacking are her hips, as well as any noticeable traces of her bust. Ichidou is disappointingly streamlined throughout, and it's typically her facial structure that gives her gender away.
The bone structure of said face is surprisingly delicate, for a body so otherwise fixated on simplicity of design. There are specific features that stand out, however. Her eyes especially bold, fluctuating between steel gray and dark blue, and all the color combinations to be had between the two. Typically, they start out blue and shift to gray when she's in a particularly disagreeable mood. To offset the sternness of those eyes, Ichidou has very full, often enviable eyelashes. Of course, she greatly dislikes the volume and the way it softens her look.
Ichidou's skin is the stereotypical 'tan,' of the Terran 'asiatic' race, although it has darkened to a much richer shade, thanks to ample exposure to sunlight. Also following that scheme, her choppy head of short hair is unequivocally black. And not particularly stylish, since she tends to trim it herself. Her voice is reasonably pitched, although a tad low on the scales for her gender. When enraged or embarrassed, however, it skyrockets up to a squawk. Her usual method of communication is through shouting, seeing as how she so easily loses her temper, and unconsciously raises the volume of her voice to drown out the opposition.
Personality: Ichidou is an emotional person, although on a superficial standpoint she seems like she’s anything but. Outwardly she’s a very callous, indignant personality; she speaks with twice the brutal honesty, and half the consideration that is typically expected. Due in large part to that, it’s no surprise that she has a difficult time making friends. The acquaintances that do stick around long enough to endure Ichidou’s, ‘trial run,’ are normally regarded with the closest thing to love that the woman can manage (which hasn’t been much, since her father’s death). As in, she’d be more than ready to physically and/or emotionally maul someone for his or her sake. Nothing is ever done in bits and pieces for Ichidou—it’s all or nothing. And while the dedication is a plus, it also ensures that her viewpoint is extremely limited, in retrospect.
Ichidou never hesitates to go on the offense, whenever she feels that something important has been overlooked, or ignored altogether as some cases go. The people she loathes most are the ones who incorporate rank into their argument, or even throw it around to get their way. As such, her words always have a bite when she refers to authority figures, regardless to whether she’s in their presence, or not. If she weren’t so adamant on reaching her goals, she probably would have been fair game to revolt a long time ago. Nowadays, she settles for a dark look every now and again, and a few heated words exchanged between those people she’s familiar with.
Since her father’s death, it seems as though her contempt and cynicism has surmounted most (if not all) of her typical playfulness. His loss dealt a much harsher blow than she lets on, and the act of out-growing any remnants of her mischievous streak followed soon afterward. Every now and again, though, the mood strikes her, and she surprises someone with a prank, or a teasing comment. What she’s never grown out of is her competitive streak—no matter the challenge, she’ll never pass up a chance to out-do someone at their own game.
History: Ichidou was born late, in terms of her parents' lives. The only child of Iroku and Chisa, a strong work ethic was set in place from an early age, as the little girl was relied upon to assist with the regular maintenance of her family's ancestral cothold. Typical chores assigned to her gender, such as sewing and housekeeping were pushed aside in favor of tending their sadly dwindling herd of beasts, and repairing constantly leaky roofs. Their home was situated in just such an area that absolutely nobody trespassed, leaving her only to bond with her father.
Chisa and Ichidou had a rocky relationship from the start, as the older woman put her daughter into contempt, her pregnancy having been the reason she was forced into the marriage with Iroku. And so, when foul chance dealt Iroku an illness he couldn't fend off, the young tomboy and her miserly mother quickly fell into shambles. Unable to maintain the cothold, between the two of them (nothing ever getting done, as the two women were always at each other's throats), they made the tough decision to pawn off their home for what value it still held to a prospective buyer, and thus bound together with what marks they possessed, made the perilous trip to the closest, large Hold available. Much of the way was spent in the company of Traders' wagons, as the two females hadn't much else for transportation, their runners having been sold along with their estate.
Finally, the trip was made. And about time, as mother and daughter had had just about ENOUGH bonding time, and both bore the scratches to prove it. Seeking refuge within the solid walls and security of a Hold, Ichidou and Chisa settled into doing mediocre tasks for the ruling Lord and Lady. Curiously enough, however, Ichidou's stay was not long. Just a few months after re-settling and convincing herself that her future would be full of dish washing and floor mopping, a Search dragon came hunting for Candidates. And despite her advanced age, the Blue sought her over the younger, rowdier boys and girls clustered in awe before the dragon.
Not about to look a gift horse in the mouth, she hastily threw together what belongings she had - bidding her dour mother a quick farewell, and hustled right on out the door. Sure, the chances of her Impressing were slim, but shards if she wouldn't take weyrfolk over the Holders lording over her now!
Dragon: Ursidaeth
Age: Hatchling
Color: Brown
Appearance: Large and hulking, there is nothing at all streamlined about this brown. Ursidaeth is build for one thing and one thing only; and that would be strength. Neck is thick with muscle, competing with his hindquarters for width with forelimbs not far behind in the running. A large barrel chest juts out, allowing him to draw in sufficient amounts of air to fuel his packed muscles. Ursidaeth’s gait will never be considered graceful, but short wings will allow him quick turns in the air despite his bulk. The brown will never be the fastest, but he will last; endurance is a big thing with him. Muted umber coats muscles and thick bones, flowing seamlessly over the dragon’s entire body with no variation to relieve the even hue. Only the wing membranes seem lighter, and only because of their thinner quality. He’s not pretty, but his fierceness more than makes up for the lack.
Personality: Ursidaeth is a kind, generous, but stubborn brown. Preferring to observe and listen to others, he will be a hulking, constant presence. However, his presence will be comfortable father than looming. Not having a selfish bone in his body, he will seek to help others with anything they may ask of him, and may need Ichidou to help keep him from giving too much of himself. But while he may be nice, he is no pushover. Once he has his sights set on some course of action, no pushing or shoving will change his mind. Like a bull, he will charge down his chosen with no regard to the obstacles he might encounter, content with just knocking them over as they appear.
Oftentimes the brown will chide his rider for her words, cautioning her to be more gentle and considerate, though he doubts his words will ever change the way his rider acts towards others. However, he has not lost hope on encouraging her playful side, urging her to have fun with others and join in on their bantering. He is convinced Ichidou could make friends much more easily if she’d open up just a bit more. Other than that, he is extremely protective of his rider, wary of others hurting her, though more emotionally than physically. Ursidaeth recognizes she is a tough woman, but everyone has their weaknesses and the brown is always on the lookout for anyone who thinks to take advantage of his rider.
Gender: Female
Age: Nineteen
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Rank: Brownweyrling (Junior) / ******** King of the World
Appearance: Ichidou is masculine by nature, so it only makes sense that her physical appearance lends itself to just such a role. Not particularly tall, Ichidou stands at roughly 5'5" which equates to 'middling,' by most standards. Most of that height is in her legs, however, which often conjures the illusion that she's taller than she actually is. At the same time, however, her long legs give a sense of undue clumsiness and overall lankiness. In comparison, she's actually fairly assertive with her physical presence--which can sometimes be beneficial, with people often underestimating her capabilities. Until she rips the rug out from under their feet, figuratively speaking. While not particularly robust, she's also nowhere near achieving the status of sublime fitness. A high metabolism burns off the sometimes excessive amount of food she consumes, and the muscle she's built up through years of labor is often undermined by periods of inactivity. Lacking are her hips, as well as any noticeable traces of her bust. Ichidou is disappointingly streamlined throughout, and it's typically her facial structure that gives her gender away.
The bone structure of said face is surprisingly delicate, for a body so otherwise fixated on simplicity of design. There are specific features that stand out, however. Her eyes especially bold, fluctuating between steel gray and dark blue, and all the color combinations to be had between the two. Typically, they start out blue and shift to gray when she's in a particularly disagreeable mood. To offset the sternness of those eyes, Ichidou has very full, often enviable eyelashes. Of course, she greatly dislikes the volume and the way it softens her look.
Ichidou's skin is the stereotypical 'tan,' of the Terran 'asiatic' race, although it has darkened to a much richer shade, thanks to ample exposure to sunlight. Also following that scheme, her choppy head of short hair is unequivocally black. And not particularly stylish, since she tends to trim it herself. Her voice is reasonably pitched, although a tad low on the scales for her gender. When enraged or embarrassed, however, it skyrockets up to a squawk. Her usual method of communication is through shouting, seeing as how she so easily loses her temper, and unconsciously raises the volume of her voice to drown out the opposition.
Personality: Ichidou is an emotional person, although on a superficial standpoint she seems like she’s anything but. Outwardly she’s a very callous, indignant personality; she speaks with twice the brutal honesty, and half the consideration that is typically expected. Due in large part to that, it’s no surprise that she has a difficult time making friends. The acquaintances that do stick around long enough to endure Ichidou’s, ‘trial run,’ are normally regarded with the closest thing to love that the woman can manage (which hasn’t been much, since her father’s death). As in, she’d be more than ready to physically and/or emotionally maul someone for his or her sake. Nothing is ever done in bits and pieces for Ichidou—it’s all or nothing. And while the dedication is a plus, it also ensures that her viewpoint is extremely limited, in retrospect.
Ichidou never hesitates to go on the offense, whenever she feels that something important has been overlooked, or ignored altogether as some cases go. The people she loathes most are the ones who incorporate rank into their argument, or even throw it around to get their way. As such, her words always have a bite when she refers to authority figures, regardless to whether she’s in their presence, or not. If she weren’t so adamant on reaching her goals, she probably would have been fair game to revolt a long time ago. Nowadays, she settles for a dark look every now and again, and a few heated words exchanged between those people she’s familiar with.
Since her father’s death, it seems as though her contempt and cynicism has surmounted most (if not all) of her typical playfulness. His loss dealt a much harsher blow than she lets on, and the act of out-growing any remnants of her mischievous streak followed soon afterward. Every now and again, though, the mood strikes her, and she surprises someone with a prank, or a teasing comment. What she’s never grown out of is her competitive streak—no matter the challenge, she’ll never pass up a chance to out-do someone at their own game.
History: Ichidou was born late, in terms of her parents' lives. The only child of Iroku and Chisa, a strong work ethic was set in place from an early age, as the little girl was relied upon to assist with the regular maintenance of her family's ancestral cothold. Typical chores assigned to her gender, such as sewing and housekeeping were pushed aside in favor of tending their sadly dwindling herd of beasts, and repairing constantly leaky roofs. Their home was situated in just such an area that absolutely nobody trespassed, leaving her only to bond with her father.
Chisa and Ichidou had a rocky relationship from the start, as the older woman put her daughter into contempt, her pregnancy having been the reason she was forced into the marriage with Iroku. And so, when foul chance dealt Iroku an illness he couldn't fend off, the young tomboy and her miserly mother quickly fell into shambles. Unable to maintain the cothold, between the two of them (nothing ever getting done, as the two women were always at each other's throats), they made the tough decision to pawn off their home for what value it still held to a prospective buyer, and thus bound together with what marks they possessed, made the perilous trip to the closest, large Hold available. Much of the way was spent in the company of Traders' wagons, as the two females hadn't much else for transportation, their runners having been sold along with their estate.
Finally, the trip was made. And about time, as mother and daughter had had just about ENOUGH bonding time, and both bore the scratches to prove it. Seeking refuge within the solid walls and security of a Hold, Ichidou and Chisa settled into doing mediocre tasks for the ruling Lord and Lady. Curiously enough, however, Ichidou's stay was not long. Just a few months after re-settling and convincing herself that her future would be full of dish washing and floor mopping, a Search dragon came hunting for Candidates. And despite her advanced age, the Blue sought her over the younger, rowdier boys and girls clustered in awe before the dragon.
Not about to look a gift horse in the mouth, she hastily threw together what belongings she had - bidding her dour mother a quick farewell, and hustled right on out the door. Sure, the chances of her Impressing were slim, but shards if she wouldn't take weyrfolk over the Holders lording over her now!
Dragon: Ursidaeth
Age: Hatchling
Color: Brown
Appearance: Large and hulking, there is nothing at all streamlined about this brown. Ursidaeth is build for one thing and one thing only; and that would be strength. Neck is thick with muscle, competing with his hindquarters for width with forelimbs not far behind in the running. A large barrel chest juts out, allowing him to draw in sufficient amounts of air to fuel his packed muscles. Ursidaeth’s gait will never be considered graceful, but short wings will allow him quick turns in the air despite his bulk. The brown will never be the fastest, but he will last; endurance is a big thing with him. Muted umber coats muscles and thick bones, flowing seamlessly over the dragon’s entire body with no variation to relieve the even hue. Only the wing membranes seem lighter, and only because of their thinner quality. He’s not pretty, but his fierceness more than makes up for the lack.
Personality: Ursidaeth is a kind, generous, but stubborn brown. Preferring to observe and listen to others, he will be a hulking, constant presence. However, his presence will be comfortable father than looming. Not having a selfish bone in his body, he will seek to help others with anything they may ask of him, and may need Ichidou to help keep him from giving too much of himself. But while he may be nice, he is no pushover. Once he has his sights set on some course of action, no pushing or shoving will change his mind. Like a bull, he will charge down his chosen with no regard to the obstacles he might encounter, content with just knocking them over as they appear.
Oftentimes the brown will chide his rider for her words, cautioning her to be more gentle and considerate, though he doubts his words will ever change the way his rider acts towards others. However, he has not lost hope on encouraging her playful side, urging her to have fun with others and join in on their bantering. He is convinced Ichidou could make friends much more easily if she’d open up just a bit more. Other than that, he is extremely protective of his rider, wary of others hurting her, though more emotionally than physically. Ursidaeth recognizes she is a tough woman, but everyone has their weaknesses and the brown is always on the lookout for anyone who thinks to take advantage of his rider.
Sketch by Shiallah.
