Name: Ange (Angelica )
Age: 23 turns
Gender: Female
Orientation: Straight
Rank:
Personality: She is almost the picture of serenity in personality and would make a wonderful mother. She's helpful, kinda, loving, nonjudgmental, open minded, fun loving, and hard to anger....theres just one problem. Angelica is afriad to death of most men, having the worst judgment in the world, any and all men who she falls in love with treat her badly or reject her, so she has developed a phobia of men. She spends her days in the healers quarters, or her room. Learning, and caring for people and dragons alike. Her talents were used in her last weyr, being the official dragon healer. When she moved she gave up that title, unless needed. She spends her days inside.
While her fear of men is bad, she also suffers from other problems. Her first is her over self critisism. She analysis her every word, action, thought, picking out her flaws. How people must hate her because she makes stupid grammar mistakes, how she fumbles. How easily confused she is. A deep, festering, self hate that stems from her teenage years. She can't stop thinking bad of herself, she just can't. She tries to stay composed, but it's hard. She feels alone, alienated from society.
Her own self hate is driven by her depression. She finds herself in bouts of severe depression, sometimes reaching the point of self mutilation. In times like this she hides herself in her room, not eating, not sleeping. Sometimes she'll hide herself away in Ca'tran's room. He seems to be the only one she'll talk to. Her lack of sleep doesn't help any of this. She finds it hard to calm her mind. Thoughts buzzing as he critizes herself and thinks about the could have, should haves, and lost oppurtunities. Her internal battles rage on, like the fierce current benieth the calm surface. Only Isith can truely understand her.
Description: Standing at a 5'6'' she is a lightwieght for her size. she is thin, from not eating, and pale, from staying inside. While she is not at all unpretty, she is rather strained looking. She normally looks tired, from not sleeping. She can try to hide behind makeup all she wants, but it's impossible not to see when she hasn't been sleeping.
She has multiple scars on her hands, located mainly around her fingers. Her dexterity impaired by stress, exhaustion, or just plain carelessness, she tends to nick her finger from time to time when cutting. She also has a small indent in her leg, accompanied by a scar from where Isith got her during her hatching.
She wears light clothes, prefering not to be hot. Skirts are common in her wardrobe. She loves pretty things, they make her happy. Blue is her favorte color, light blues. She loves the feeling of the wind whisping her flowing skirts.
Things like these are her norm.
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History: To know her history, you must first meet the cast of this play.
This is Jauna, her mother
This is R'lin her unknowing father.
This is N'oin, her claimed father
And this is Alisia, Jauna's sister. The Prude.
R'lin and Jauna were BEST friends. Jauna loved R'lin, R'lin liked boys. One night Jauna and R'lin went out. R'lin got drunk, Jauna did not. I'll leave the math up to you. When Jauna found she was pregnant she was quick to call it on her boyfriend, N'oin, a Bluerider. Even though the timing was about a week off. Jauna knew R'lin was the father, but refused to admit it to anyone but her Rikianith. R'lin, however, was clueless.
When the baby was about due Rikianith and Jauna took a trip to Bendon hold, where her sister was. The trip was a little stressfull, used to just going /between/. Jauna had Angelica in Bendon hold. The baby looked too much like her father to take back. It was impossible to imagen that the red headed, blue eyed woman would have a bright blonde haired, blue eyed baby. Even more so when the 'father' had dark brown hair and eyes. It was hard, but Jauna convinced her sister to keep the baby. Alisia was due to have her own in a week or so anyways.
And so Jauna left Bendon hold and returned to Bendon Weyr. Leaving behind her beloved baby girl. She claimed the baby died, and the inpromtue trip was blamed on her 'nesting instincs' no questions were asked.
And so, the baby Angelica (Then renamed Ange (An- juh)) was left with the Prude. While Alisia was caring towards her own perfect, adorable, smart, graceful, and altogether the best thing on earth child, Angelica was left in the dust. Her first roll, crawl, step, and word was left in the dark. From the youngest age Ange was called the 'unwanted twin' (Having been told by Alisia that she was, infact, her biological mother)
But not all was bad. Jauna, and even R'lin would come visit. While Jauna came once or twice a turn, R'lin found the little child adorable, and visited almost every other week! He felt bad for the neglected child, having a similar family history himself. Together they played games, like hide and seek, tag, and caused general mischief. Ange loved her 'Big Bwother lin' very much. And this bond would help her in the future.
When R'lin was gone, however, Ange was left to do chores. When not doing chores her mother would pick out her flaws, verbally abuse her, and all around make her life miserable. She started to clean around age four, and moved up as the years passed. R'lin taught her to read on his visits, and she found books were much more pleasing than counting all her mothers 'boyfriends'. She started to become more and more reserved as even her twin, who had once adored her, became resentful of her. He even called her adopted, but this was untrue, wasn't it? She began to wish it was, even if she doubted it herself.
It wasn't until age fourteen she made her escape. On the back of a Green named Risith, R'lin's dragon, she was wisked away to saftey. Her bouncing golden curls reflecting the hide of the current queen's hide. She was enchanted with Weyr life, the dragons, the whers, the people! There was so much to learn. She was put under the guide of Sam'kel, the weyr's current candidate master. He seemed grumpy most of the time, but she didn't mind. She did her chores without complaint, they were much less then home, after all.
While she was away from her mother, the scars were still there. She put them aside though, trying to seem normal. She couldn't get rid of the nagging feeling, and her old habbit of hiding emotions would show through from time to time, but times were good. Everything seemed perfect. She had been searched, and her perfect, wonderful, beautiful twin had not, a fact she enjoyed thoroughly. It wasn't long before the hatching of the Gold queen's clutch brought her to the sands.
Isith, her soul mate, found her way to Ange, if not more than ungracefully. The hatchling dragon had dug her claw into Ange's leg, sending her to the healers for repair. It was there she learned her love of medicine. She watched the healer work after she had finished her daily tasks. This seemed like a good job, fixing people, making them feel good.
It was then Ange met her first boyfriend, at the age of fifteen, first love found her in the form of a Bronze rider named K'kan. It didn't end so well. K'kan was a controlling man, wanting everything his way. He was much like her mother, so she tried to leave him. After several hours of arguing a pointless battle Ange made it final. He made it final as well by almost breaking her arm. Her next several relationships were very much the same, leading her to believe all men were the same. She started to avoid them like the plauge. Isith didn't like this much, finding male just all together pleasing. But Ange had made up her mind, much to the protest of Isith.
After she gave up men she took to learning how to heal. Dragons were her main patients, as peple were less interesting. She could talk to them as she worked, they seemed to understand her troubles, often being somewhat sympathetic. She made a lot of dragon friends, but didn't associate with thier human counterparts very often.
Ange finally found true love, at the age of ninteen, in the form of a future Weyr healer named Ca'tran. They met when he first transfered into the Weyr. It took a while, but he got to her. They fell fast in love, and even tried to have children of their own. It wasn't until then Ange found out that she was infertile, and that having a baby would most likely kill her. She fell into a deep depression. She couldn't eat, couldn't sleep, and blamed herself. Her depression has lingered with her ever since that day.
When the pain was too much she left, fleeing to Telgar Weyr. New start, fresh start. No more pain. She arrived only a shell of who she was. Ever nervous and tired. While she can still heal, she's lost the desire to. She left the only man she ever loved. She left him. She can't get him out of her mind, but thinks it'd be unfair for him to return. She'd only bog him down, afterall.
Dragon
Name: Isith
Color: Green
Age: 5 turns
Description: Emerald green with light green fades around her eyes and feet, she also has dark green faded 'stripes' along her back and tail. Very lithe and agile. She's somewhat smaller in size, but makes up for it in the long, delicate wings.
Personality: Isith is naturally a fun, flirty, dragoness. She loves to socialize and run rampant through the weyr. Unfortunately with Ange's depression she spends a lot of time comforting her mine. In her prime, though, she is spoiled, demanding her way. She's only able to get away with it because she's cute, and sometimes she can barely get away with it at all.
Even if she see's playing with others' minds was only a harmless game, Ange strongly disagrees and trys to keep her calm. This has caused her to be a bit more calm, prefering to think deeply and calculate a master plan before she enacts it. Even though she's still young, she's aged gracefully. Being a heart throb if she did say so herself.
Ever since the move, though, even she has been in a depression. She misses her Bronzie boy, Zirinth, who was Ca'tran's bonded.
(DUN DUN DUN~! Ca'tran and Zirinth are NeroRyu's. She may or may not bring them in. (I hope she does. D: ))
