Name |
Thiadrye |
Alternative Names |
Thia |
Age |
23 |
Gender |
Female |
Origin |
Virlante Weyr |
Arrived at Virlante |
2039 (23 turns ago) |
Craft |
Weaver |
Craft rank |
Weyr Trained |
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Parents |
Father: T'ssey, rider of brown Chrayth Mother: Kairye, rider of green Rhyth |
Weyrmate |
None |
Siblings |
Multiple younger half siblings, both maternal and paternal. |
Children |
None |
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Appearance |
Thiadrye's mass of red hair would undoubtedly be the first thing most people notice about her. She prefers to wear at least some of it down most of the time, it is something for her to hide behind, or fiddle with when she's uncomfortable - however even when she tries to pull it back out of her face, strands escape. Green eyes and freckles fit with her pale colouring too.
Relatively short at only 5'3", Thiadrye was always shorter than her mother and sisters, which is a fact she's never entirely been comfortable with. In fact, when around her siblings she often felt like the odd one out - surrounded by reasonably tall blonde blue eyed siblings, it can be painfully obvious that they are all only her half siblings. It's given her a tendancy to dress in ways that avoid drawing anymore attention - simple styles and colours, which fit nicely (her craft has taught her that much), but otherwise don't cause people to take more then a passing look.
In keeping with her tendency to fiddle with her hair when it's loose, Thiadrye's nails are equally used as a stress relief. She would love it if she could grow long pretty girly nails, but more often or not they are chewed and untidy. Someone paying too much attention to her hands as such, makes her mildly uncomfortable (although, that said, someone paying much attention to any part of her makes her uncomfortable).
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Personality |
A shy reserved individual, Thiadrye enjoys keeping her own council quietly at the edge of things. Watching, and listening, but not having to interact more then that unless she wants to. She isn't unfriendly, she actively enjoys spending time with friends and quite enjoys making new ones, however the key point around this being that she likes it to be a decision she has the opportunity to make. If she's surrounded by lots of people she can find it overwhelming, and if she has to be sociable for too long she finds it exhausting and draining.
Which is perhaps part of why she enjoys her craft as much as she does. While there is a requirement to interact with potential customers at times, much of her time can be spent working on her own - or with people that she chooses. If she can work with another crafter and leave the negotiations to someone else, even better. Prone to fidgeting and fiddling with things if she doesn't have anything to occupy her hands with, it is therefore common for Thiadrye to be seen with a small item she's working on to hand.
The small item she's making is invariably something made from wool or another spun fibres. She both knits and crochets, but these are usually the two areas she prefers not to accept work for if she can avoid it. These are what she does for fun, and she is wary of risking her enjoyment of it by putting demands and deadlines on it. There are however, wool based items she's made in all the wardrobes of her friends. She likes giving her projects away (not to mention, she knits and crochets far too much to keep it all for herself), and it's not uncommon for her to even give something she has made away to someone who's almost a stranger. If someone comments that they like something she's just finished, or something finished sat in her room, she'll offer the item without hesitation as long as she didn't have the item set aside for someone specific.
That said, Thiadrye is prone to self-doubt. If someone mentions they like something while it's nowhere near finished, Thiadrye will always remember who said it about what - however, by the time she has completed the item she has usually talked herself out of giving it to them... maybe they had just said they liked it in order to be polite? Especially if it was something a little unusual, or something she'd experimented with. Not naturally creative, Thiadrye is very good with following patterns, however she's not confident when it comes to doing something without at least a solid reliable base to work from. She's logical and methodical, and she loves studying things in order to copy them or do something slightly new based on them, but she's not happy building an item from scratch with no previous knowledge to start from. |
Other Notes |
Standing as a candidate at Alt Benden
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Name |
Nymeiyth |
Age |
0 |
Gender |
Female |
Colour |
Dawn |
Size |
68'1" in length, 11'2" in height
Bronze Sized | Origin |
Alt Benden |
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Personality |
Shy and cautious - Nymeiyth loves being on the edge of a group - present and there, but if she's pushed into the limelight she freezes - terrified of saying something silly, or doing something wrong. What if she tripped and fell and landed on her face? Granted, it's been a fair while since she tripped over her feet but it's still a possibility - and the idea of it mortifies her, everyone would stare.
Sweetly observant - Nymeiyth is a loving dragon. She adores the people and dragons of her Weyr and will happily sit for hours and watch those around her. Content to sit in the company of some firelizards or other peaceful dragons and just watch those below. She knows all the little things people do, paying close attention to the small acts of kindness. Even the tiny moments when someone stops to help another, or just skips a meal to spend some time with someone. Nymeiyth notices, watching with quite love and delight in them. She might not ever truly know them, or rather they might never know about her, but that doesn't take even a smidge from the love she feels for them. The people of her Weyr. For them she would do anything.
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Pedigree
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Night Danath Isla Genetic Program Center, Clutch 17 |
Black Ahrimanth
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Amber Kalionth
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Gold Akyth Isla Weyr Clutch, #15 |
Sunset Zenith
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Pale Gold Niayith
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The hatching feasts were supposed to be a joyful time, a celebration of a successful hatching and all the new bonds that had been made. For Thiadrye though, she always found them slightly sad - even before she'd been a candidate herself, she'd worried for the candidate's left standing. Her heart aching for the disappointment they must be feeling.
Becoming a candidate had only made her feeling stronger, experiencing the emotions herself had only made her all the more keenly aware of how the other candidates would also be feeling.
As such, while she had made a point to attend the hatching feast (as she always did, to show support those who had impressed), Thiadrye had found herself a quiet seat along one wall and was watching the candidates that hadn't. She was unlikely to approach anyone from either group, but, at least if she was there watching them she could reassure herself that they were all being taken care of - their friends or fellow candidates trying to cheer each other up.
She'd brought her knitting with her of course, had every intention on working on it, but so far she hadn't had the heart to pick it up. Her attention too busy on the rest of the room. It had been a good hatching, minimal fuss and only a few accidental bumps and scratches, and in watching the room she could pick out a couple of the hatchlings themselves in the room with their new riders.
Which, perhaps should have hurt to look at, those darling little babies with the awestruck new riders, but Thiadyre couldn't feel any jealousy towards those who had impressed. She'd always felt certain that a dragon would only pick someone worthy, so, obviously everyone who'd impressed had deserved to impress.
And Thiadyre hadn't.
Which was disappointing, of course, but she didn't find it all that surprising really. There were so many other, better, candidates - why would a baby choose her over any of them? That ingrained belief was a big part of why she hadn't agreed to start standing until she was 19, long after her weyrbred status would have allowed her to. Someone's logic had won out though eventually, or more acurately their persistance.
Besides, she did want it really. Secretly. Privately. Wanted that bond with someone she could rely on completely, trust no matter what, love unconditionally. Share all the thoughts she had in her head but didn't have the courage to say outloud.
Like now. Having someone to talk to while she watched the candidates who hadn't impressed, would have been nice. Yes, occasionally she'd admitted her feelings to someone else - her sister for example - but they always told her not to worry, that there was nothing she could do about it. It wasn't that simple though, and just once... it would be nice for someone to worry with her, or at least just, accept her worrying and sympathise with her.
It hadn't happened yet though and maybe it never would.
Drawn from that somber thought by someone taking the seat next to her, Thiadrye looked up at the new arrival quickly - biting at her lip nervously as she recognised one of the Jr Weyrwoman, specifically Sydne of gold Daellanth.
Giving a tiny nod of acknowledgement, before turning her face back to room at large, Thiadrye couldn't help but be oh so aware of the other woman's presence. Surely she was just sitting there for a place to sit, but the other woman being so close still put her on edge. Enough that when the other woman spoke, it made her jump - just slightly, though if the rider noticed she didn't mention it.
"Thiadrye, right?"
Nodding in confirmation as she turned her attention back to Sydne fully, Thiadrye forced herself to smile and meet the rider's eyes. "Yes, Weyrwoman," the candidates had been told, more than once, that Sydne didn't expect them to call her by her title, but it had never been something Thiadrye had been comfortable doing - so, title it was.
"You've been standing here for a while now haven't you?"
From what she knew of the weyrwoman, Thiadrye suspected that was less of a question than it sounded like, but she answered all the same, "- a little less than four turns." She'd never known anyone to be asked to stop standing, but maybe they did it quietly without a big deal being made of it... just a Weyrwoman approaching someone at a hatching feast and quietly telling them they needed to stop standing.
Her heart sinking as she considered the possibility, Thiadrye couldn't help but let her gaze drop to her lap. What would she do if that was the case? Carry on as a weaver, obviously, but - oh, it would hurt. Not that she'd blame them, after nearly 4 turns, that was hundreds of hatchlings that hadn't chosen her. Maybe the Weyr was coming to realise what she'd already suspected - she wasn't good enough for a dragon.
"Perhaps it's time for a change?"
The weyrwoman's voice was kind, phrasing it like a question, but in Thiadrye's mind it was a done deal - they were kindly suggesting she persue other futures. It was hardly down to her to argue, she certainly wasn't going to make a scene in the dinning hall. She wasn't going to let her disappointment show either though - vowing to herself that she wouldn't let any tears escape until she could make it to the safety of her own room.
A room she'd have to move out of, of course -
"Benden has a clutch on the Sands right now, one of the Nexus ones."
The comment drawing her brain up short as she looked up quickly, not bothering to hide the confusion on her face, Thiadrye considered the weyrwoman with a puzzled frown. She knew what the Nexus was, knew that other Perns existed, but what... was the weyrwoman suggesting she went to one? Was that what they did with candidates who were a disappointment to them? Sent them away? Would that be an awful thing?
It certainly wouldn't be worse than having to stop standing completely.
"Would you be interested in going? It'll be a while before there is another clutch here."
Would she?
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