Post by Roxy on May 8, 2021 16:41:56 GMT
Name: Ralael
Weight: 143 lb
Hair Color: Brown
Ralael is all lean muscle and subtle strength. You have to be strong to be a dragonrider, and doubly so if you're going to fight from dragonback. She keeps her hair long, but will tie it up in a bun at any given moment to shove it into her helmet or to demonstrate something without it getting in her way. Nine times out of ten she dresses in loose tunics and pants that she can quickly pull her leathers on over. She dresses for speed and practicality. Anything can happen from one moment to the next. But if given the chance to dress up, she does choose higher quality dresses and simplistic but pretty hair styles.
Race: Human
Pronouns: She/Her
Age: 27
Height: 5'4"Weight: 143 lb
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Blue
Physical Description:
Ralael has a scar on her upper left thigh from a clump of Thread that ate its way through her leathers before they could between fast enough, and a thin, 5 inch long silver scar along her right side from where she was sideswiped by a 'warrior in one of the invasions.
Personality:
A spitfire to be sure, Ralael has always been one to let others know when their opinions are wrong, stupid, or liable to get someone killed. She refuses to keep her head down just because of rank. Whether you be a Weyrwoman, Weyrleader, Headwoman, or just a grudge, she will make sure things are kept equal and fair. She has the temper of a Wher and the sharp tongue of someone raised in the creche to go with it. But with that spitfire personality comes an undying loyalty the moment she decides you belong to her group. Congratulations, Ralael will now die for you. She has a basic appreciation for music and finer things in life, but most of her time is taken up by Kath and her son, for whom she would actually kill if anyone or anything tried to harm him.History:
Hailing from a version of Pern where AIVAS and the plan with the Red Star worked for a time, Ralael was born when it was thought that thread would never be returning. There was no need to be a dragonrider anymore, just like there was no need to worry about not building things out of wood. Well, they were wrong, as many people often are when it comes to moving giant celestial bodies, and they found this out the hard way when the Queens started laying larger and larger clutches again. With these larger clutches came mutations, dragon colors that know one had seen before. First with an Illusion, a queen ranked dragon that was cowed only by the mighty Golds. And then the Sparks, the Seas, the Coppers and Moons. There were so many and no one knew how these colors would affect the others.
These mutations were banished from the normal Weyrs, and they formed their own on the Southern Continent. Misuri Weyr. A play on words, but all who were there were proud. Ralael went with them, a young girl of 5 at this time, because her parents believed she could do more there than at their prior Telgar Weyr. Ralael was a weyrbrat, born from a Bluerider and a member of the kitchen staff. So they moved to Misuri Weyr, and she joined the creche there.
Thread fell before her chance at impression, and it was chaos. Between threadfall no one was prepared for, raiders in Misuri Weyr, and egg stealers, things were rough when she finally stood for hatching at 15. She hadn't fully expected to Impress. The eggs were hatching in the middle of a very stressful time and the dragon riders were doing their best to keep the hatchlings and the candidates safe during a raid. And then came Sea Kath. Her very own dragon tumbling onto the sands and crying for her and Ralael went to her. Of course she did.
Ralael doesn't remember the rest of that night. She knew the Weyrwoman's Illusion had passed from injuries sustained in fighting, and now the junior Gold was Weyrwoman. She knew that fundamental things about the Weyr changed forever that day. Something had opened, had come through, with people on dragon back that weren't Pernese and claimed to be warriors, and so her Weyr taught themselves better ways to fight. She took up swordplay and arrows while in Weyrling training, and her and Kath became a well oiled team.
They flew Thread, they defended their home from these "dragon warriors", and when Kath rose for a mating flight it was consistently K'din and his Brown Vuroth that caught them. Ralael was as happy as she could be in her life. She opted to have a child in one of the slower years, a little boy called Kaelrin who was just over one now, and things were grand. And then one day they were simply preparing for a day trip to the beach, bundled in their flying leathers because of the cold of between, and they came out... elsewhere. No K'din and his Brown in sight, just Ralael, a differently shaped Kath, and a crying Kaelrin over an open field on a planet that certainly wasn't their own. But Ralael could feel Kath grieving, and knew without words that K'din and Vuroth had not made it through this journey.
It seemed Teragaia and between had claimed another dragonrider.
Powers:
Swordplay - In her year, Weyrling training started to require all 'riders learn swordplay. So she learned, and she's good at it. Swordplay comes to her with ease, completely second nature like breathing.
Archery - She's not as proficient in archery as she is the sword, but Ralael can hit a moving target while on dragonback and that's more than a lot of people can say.
Vulnerabilities:
Crippling fear of losing Kath and Kaelrin.
Equipment:
- Riding Leathers
- A picnic basket
NPCs:
Kaelrin - 18 months, male. Ralael's biological son. Brown hair and blue eyes like his mother. Kath is very protective of him.
