Post by Kalasin on May 15, 2010 11:29:42 GMT -5
Player:
Kalasin
Character Number:
1
Name:
Astarael
Title/Rank:
Dual Candidate, Psychotic Weyrbrat
Age:
12
Gender:
Female
Sexual Orientation:
Um...12?
Allegiance/Faction:
Empire, she supposes
Appearance:
Astarael, though she has recently taken to refusing meals, does not look emaciated. Not quite yet. Instead, she still retains the bit of excess flesh she's gained since hitting puberty, and her bust and hips are still filling themselves out. When she's stopped growing (if she gets to that point, the way her mind is), she'll have a medium-size bust and hips, nothing special. She's bottom-heavy, with most of her weight concentrated in her thighs, but with a thin torso, where ribs can be seen clearly if you ever got close enough to her when she's naked to see. And that's not advisable.
Anyway...as far as facial features go, Astarael is still cute, looking a few Turns younger than she is. If not for the pimples sprouting across her face and her figure, she could perhaps pass for a tall ten-Turn-old. Indeed, she stands at 5' 3" and is not likely to get more than 2" taller. At 100 pounds, she is about average for her height and age, though her weight is concentrated. She has a larger nose, though it is not grossly deformed, narrow, almond-shaped brown eyes, and yellow-toned skin that tans at the slightest exposure to sunlight. Astarael has several scars on her once-bony hands from where she repeatedly gnawed the skin and nails off (Turns of reluctant instrument-practice have put flesh on the hands.)
As for hair, she wears the black locks down, just above her shoulders, free if possible, but usually messily pinned to partly appease Lyka's belief that all girls' hair should be kept back from their faces. When Lyka's not around, she usually wears it long and loose. Her hair is fine-textured, but there is a lot of it, so it can be easily tied back, or would be easily tied back if it were longer.
Astarael goes around in pale colors, mainly palest creams and brightest whites, when she can get her hands on them. These clothes, consisting of a medium-length tunic and leggings, are usually loose, but not too loose that free movement is impeded. She has a certain sense of vanity about her figure, and tries to find tighter, white shirts, but she's usually caught by Lyka and forced into bright, gaudy colors, which she hates.
Personality: disturbed, psychologically mute, somewhat-exceptionally-intelligent, suicidal-to-an-extent, selectively-but-mainly misogynistic, paranoid, shy, responsible-if-the-need-arises, selectively perfectionistic, somewhat self-deprecating, mercurial
Astarael is, quite simply, somewhat emotionally disturbed. No, not somewhat. She just has many issues, mainly dealing with social interaction, but also with her slightly-heightened intelligence and musical ability. Yes, both are very slightly heightened. They were once simply "heightened", but Turns of mis-training and misuse have let them rot. Her psychological barriers don't help on this count either.
Astarael can be obsessive, over minor things, and sloppy over major things. There is a system in her head, a system that must be followed precisely and to the very stroke of the pen. If this system is not followed, Astarael pretty much goes insane trying to fix it. Don't mess with her system. It turns out very, very messily. Very messily.
Also, Astarael is psychologically mute. There is nothing wrong with the parts of her brain that enable speech, the nerve connections, nor her larynx. She simply does not let herself talk, because according to her paranoid mind, everything she says is taken wrongly, so it is easier not to talk at all. And so she does not. She refuses to speak, and if she is forced to communicate by physical threats, or, more likely, outright violence, she uses a notepad or hand signs. Astarael just...will not speak. Not unless she likes someone, and that label applies to precious few. At the moment, she only speaks to her father and two girls who are her closest friends.
Astarael is slightly above the norm as far as intelligence goes; she's just that bit far ahead that she can take classes one Turn ahead of her age level without fuss, and compete fairly with the regulars who are taking those classes. However, thankfully, she is not so intelligent that it has more than a minor effect on her psychological well-being, though it does have an effect. She's not so intelligent that everyone can tell it by the way she holds herself and walks and such. Astarael has perfect pitch and a good ear, telling everyone's intonation mistakes to anyone who will listen and most who won't. She has the oddest tendency to overlook her own mistakes.
Her self-harm has extended beyond minor knife cuts into somewhat suicidal tendencies, though she hasn't been in a true situation where there is a chance above 50% that she could have died. Not yet. She wants to see if she can Stand before that last bit can happen. She once took a knife with every intention of sliding it near her jugular, just to see how long it'd take her to bleed out, but waited just enough so that she was caught and lectured by a well-meaning but misunderstanding (and not-too-bright) worker. However, she's a bit of a wimp, and really wants a painless way to die. All the experimenting with knives was before she knew how much they hurt; now she's poking around with some common kitchen liquids. Not inhaling or ingesting, mind you. Just testing. How, you probably don't want to know. It doesn't hurt her, though, and that's all that matters.
Astarael dislikes women. Her experiences with her mother dearest have led her to believe that all women above the age of forty are out to get her, regardless of how kind they are. All she sees are painted masks hiding black hearts within, pardon the poetic waxing. Men are much more dependable and reliable, and they're just plain nicer. Though they're physically bigger, they tend not to hurt her. She is also wary of women in ranking positions, though she does have a grudging respect for the ones below thirty who fought their way somewhere. Astarael is neutral toward Weyrwoman Raliel and Weyrhealer Naria, to give specific examples, but admires Sari as much as Astarael can admire a woman because of what Sari went through. A large part of this, however, is Sari's rank and her age.
Everyone is after Astarael. They are all stalking her down, knives in hand, ready to kill. Or so she thinks, and not without reason from her mother. Even at thirteen, she has a habit of looking over her shoulder, startling easily and without reason, and always looking beyond corners to see what's there before rounding them. Everyone is stalking her, and their gleaming teeth haunt her nightmares, causing her to scream. Not just any scream; terrible screams that rouse all the other people in the vicinity, often giving them nightmares, and give many cause to put her in an isolated room, which further heightens her fear of shadows and the dark. But at least it shuts her up. For the moment.
When she's being normal, which is pretty much never, then Astarael is shy. Painfully shy. She takes a Turn to form a casual acquaintance bond, and two Turns to develop any sort of friendship. When she does make a friend, it's more a one-sided obsession on her part than a two-sided relationship of mutual adoration. Just saying. She keeps her head down, avoids eye contact, and is rather rude when asked casual questions by strangers, simply because she dislikes being asked random things by strange people.
If something needs to get done immediately, Astarael will do it. She is a logical person, after all; if something needs doing, then Astarael will reluctantly do it, even if it is dirty work. As long as it isn't physically taxing, she'll do it. Which basically means that she's often assigned to do menial work with Records rather than mucking out the stables and such. She enjoys the tedium that comes with that sort of work, giving her a chance to exercise her mind. She often looks for these kinds of tasks, and will eagerly pounce on them, especially if she's supposed to be practicing instead. Astarael hates practicing.
Self-deprecating, Astarael always under-appreciates her accomplishments, pointing to others who do better than her and ignoring the many who do worse than her, especially when it comes to Harper training. She is not so self-deprecating that she can't suggest that she did the best, but if more than two people did better than her, then she will point them out very loudly to everyone around her. It's one of the very, very few times she will voluntarily talk to strangers, so it's best to appreciate it.
Astarael changes moods very quickly, reverting form her usual contemplative mood to a screaming rage when the need be. The key words, when the need be. She likes having a cause to things, even if it is something like moods, where your emotions take over. But at least we know she's capable of feeling.
History:
All the good Lyka ever did for her was give her a pretty name, and even that is doubtful; perhaps S'tek gave it to her. From day one, it was clear that Astarael was a mistake, a misbegotten child from a moment of lust. Lyka did not have the privilege of going between to get rid of her first and only pregnancy, from getting caught up in the lust of a green-flight, and she'd comforted a brownrider without exactly knowing what she was doing. When the girl was born, S'tek took her in and raised her. But, being a master starsmith, he was busy, and most parental duty soon fell to Lyka, who did not want to entrust her to the crèche. Indeed, Lyka had felt like a slave most of her life, so she wanted to take out her frustration on innocent little Astarael.
S'tek did take an active part in her very early life, and started her on Harper training at four. She had an aptitude for listening and instruments, though her singing was...lacking, to put it nicely, so the Harpers let her apprentice one Turn early, at eleven. Between four and eleven, very bad things happened to her, namely the loss of her innocence (no, not that way, stop being perverted) and a belief that the world, namely Lyka who was her world, was out to get her. S'tek disciplined Lyka when he felt like it; when he came by, which was gradually getting less, Astarael clung to him adoringly. He found an aptitude for curiosity about the natural world in her, and when time permitted, he took her outside and taught her about why the stars move the way they do and what they were named.
On her thirteenth turning-day, Astarael snapped. She became a screaming demon-child before clamming up and refusing to talk to anyone for two sevendays. She gradually came out, and now she wants to be a candidate. Considering her suicide attempts, it is doubtful that she will be allowed to Stand, for anything.
Type:
Firelizard
Name:
Ranna
Age:
1 Turn
Color:
Blood
Personality:
Vicious, Feral, Dominant, Overprotective
Appearance:
Delicate and graceful, Ranna's build is unlike that of many bloods, who tend toward more power and strength. She will never be very strong, and her flights will be more like that of a lesser-ranked dragon. Her hide, however, is a beautiful gradient from a reddish-crimson to a purpled scarlet, and shines with a true metallic tint. She is pleasing to the eye, considering her near-perfect proportions and slim build, if not pleasing to the personality.
Kalasin
Character Number:
1
Name:
Astarael
Title/Rank:
Dual Candidate, Psychotic Weyrbrat
Age:
12
Gender:
Female
Sexual Orientation:
Um...12?
Allegiance/Faction:
Empire, she supposes
Appearance:
Astarael, though she has recently taken to refusing meals, does not look emaciated. Not quite yet. Instead, she still retains the bit of excess flesh she's gained since hitting puberty, and her bust and hips are still filling themselves out. When she's stopped growing (if she gets to that point, the way her mind is), she'll have a medium-size bust and hips, nothing special. She's bottom-heavy, with most of her weight concentrated in her thighs, but with a thin torso, where ribs can be seen clearly if you ever got close enough to her when she's naked to see. And that's not advisable.
Anyway...as far as facial features go, Astarael is still cute, looking a few Turns younger than she is. If not for the pimples sprouting across her face and her figure, she could perhaps pass for a tall ten-Turn-old. Indeed, she stands at 5' 3" and is not likely to get more than 2" taller. At 100 pounds, she is about average for her height and age, though her weight is concentrated. She has a larger nose, though it is not grossly deformed, narrow, almond-shaped brown eyes, and yellow-toned skin that tans at the slightest exposure to sunlight. Astarael has several scars on her once-bony hands from where she repeatedly gnawed the skin and nails off (Turns of reluctant instrument-practice have put flesh on the hands.)
As for hair, she wears the black locks down, just above her shoulders, free if possible, but usually messily pinned to partly appease Lyka's belief that all girls' hair should be kept back from their faces. When Lyka's not around, she usually wears it long and loose. Her hair is fine-textured, but there is a lot of it, so it can be easily tied back, or would be easily tied back if it were longer.
Astarael goes around in pale colors, mainly palest creams and brightest whites, when she can get her hands on them. These clothes, consisting of a medium-length tunic and leggings, are usually loose, but not too loose that free movement is impeded. She has a certain sense of vanity about her figure, and tries to find tighter, white shirts, but she's usually caught by Lyka and forced into bright, gaudy colors, which she hates.
Personality: disturbed, psychologically mute, somewhat-exceptionally-intelligent, suicidal-to-an-extent, selectively-but-mainly misogynistic, paranoid, shy, responsible-if-the-need-arises, selectively perfectionistic, somewhat self-deprecating, mercurial
Astarael is, quite simply, somewhat emotionally disturbed. No, not somewhat. She just has many issues, mainly dealing with social interaction, but also with her slightly-heightened intelligence and musical ability. Yes, both are very slightly heightened. They were once simply "heightened", but Turns of mis-training and misuse have let them rot. Her psychological barriers don't help on this count either.
Astarael can be obsessive, over minor things, and sloppy over major things. There is a system in her head, a system that must be followed precisely and to the very stroke of the pen. If this system is not followed, Astarael pretty much goes insane trying to fix it. Don't mess with her system. It turns out very, very messily. Very messily.
Also, Astarael is psychologically mute. There is nothing wrong with the parts of her brain that enable speech, the nerve connections, nor her larynx. She simply does not let herself talk, because according to her paranoid mind, everything she says is taken wrongly, so it is easier not to talk at all. And so she does not. She refuses to speak, and if she is forced to communicate by physical threats, or, more likely, outright violence, she uses a notepad or hand signs. Astarael just...will not speak. Not unless she likes someone, and that label applies to precious few. At the moment, she only speaks to her father and two girls who are her closest friends.
Astarael is slightly above the norm as far as intelligence goes; she's just that bit far ahead that she can take classes one Turn ahead of her age level without fuss, and compete fairly with the regulars who are taking those classes. However, thankfully, she is not so intelligent that it has more than a minor effect on her psychological well-being, though it does have an effect. She's not so intelligent that everyone can tell it by the way she holds herself and walks and such. Astarael has perfect pitch and a good ear, telling everyone's intonation mistakes to anyone who will listen and most who won't. She has the oddest tendency to overlook her own mistakes.
Her self-harm has extended beyond minor knife cuts into somewhat suicidal tendencies, though she hasn't been in a true situation where there is a chance above 50% that she could have died. Not yet. She wants to see if she can Stand before that last bit can happen. She once took a knife with every intention of sliding it near her jugular, just to see how long it'd take her to bleed out, but waited just enough so that she was caught and lectured by a well-meaning but misunderstanding (and not-too-bright) worker. However, she's a bit of a wimp, and really wants a painless way to die. All the experimenting with knives was before she knew how much they hurt; now she's poking around with some common kitchen liquids. Not inhaling or ingesting, mind you. Just testing. How, you probably don't want to know. It doesn't hurt her, though, and that's all that matters.
Astarael dislikes women. Her experiences with her mother dearest have led her to believe that all women above the age of forty are out to get her, regardless of how kind they are. All she sees are painted masks hiding black hearts within, pardon the poetic waxing. Men are much more dependable and reliable, and they're just plain nicer. Though they're physically bigger, they tend not to hurt her. She is also wary of women in ranking positions, though she does have a grudging respect for the ones below thirty who fought their way somewhere. Astarael is neutral toward Weyrwoman Raliel and Weyrhealer Naria, to give specific examples, but admires Sari as much as Astarael can admire a woman because of what Sari went through. A large part of this, however, is Sari's rank and her age.
Everyone is after Astarael. They are all stalking her down, knives in hand, ready to kill. Or so she thinks, and not without reason from her mother. Even at thirteen, she has a habit of looking over her shoulder, startling easily and without reason, and always looking beyond corners to see what's there before rounding them. Everyone is stalking her, and their gleaming teeth haunt her nightmares, causing her to scream. Not just any scream; terrible screams that rouse all the other people in the vicinity, often giving them nightmares, and give many cause to put her in an isolated room, which further heightens her fear of shadows and the dark. But at least it shuts her up. For the moment.
When she's being normal, which is pretty much never, then Astarael is shy. Painfully shy. She takes a Turn to form a casual acquaintance bond, and two Turns to develop any sort of friendship. When she does make a friend, it's more a one-sided obsession on her part than a two-sided relationship of mutual adoration. Just saying. She keeps her head down, avoids eye contact, and is rather rude when asked casual questions by strangers, simply because she dislikes being asked random things by strange people.
If something needs to get done immediately, Astarael will do it. She is a logical person, after all; if something needs doing, then Astarael will reluctantly do it, even if it is dirty work. As long as it isn't physically taxing, she'll do it. Which basically means that she's often assigned to do menial work with Records rather than mucking out the stables and such. She enjoys the tedium that comes with that sort of work, giving her a chance to exercise her mind. She often looks for these kinds of tasks, and will eagerly pounce on them, especially if she's supposed to be practicing instead. Astarael hates practicing.
Self-deprecating, Astarael always under-appreciates her accomplishments, pointing to others who do better than her and ignoring the many who do worse than her, especially when it comes to Harper training. She is not so self-deprecating that she can't suggest that she did the best, but if more than two people did better than her, then she will point them out very loudly to everyone around her. It's one of the very, very few times she will voluntarily talk to strangers, so it's best to appreciate it.
Astarael changes moods very quickly, reverting form her usual contemplative mood to a screaming rage when the need be. The key words, when the need be. She likes having a cause to things, even if it is something like moods, where your emotions take over. But at least we know she's capable of feeling.
History:
All the good Lyka ever did for her was give her a pretty name, and even that is doubtful; perhaps S'tek gave it to her. From day one, it was clear that Astarael was a mistake, a misbegotten child from a moment of lust. Lyka did not have the privilege of going between to get rid of her first and only pregnancy, from getting caught up in the lust of a green-flight, and she'd comforted a brownrider without exactly knowing what she was doing. When the girl was born, S'tek took her in and raised her. But, being a master starsmith, he was busy, and most parental duty soon fell to Lyka, who did not want to entrust her to the crèche. Indeed, Lyka had felt like a slave most of her life, so she wanted to take out her frustration on innocent little Astarael.
S'tek did take an active part in her very early life, and started her on Harper training at four. She had an aptitude for listening and instruments, though her singing was...lacking, to put it nicely, so the Harpers let her apprentice one Turn early, at eleven. Between four and eleven, very bad things happened to her, namely the loss of her innocence (no, not that way, stop being perverted) and a belief that the world, namely Lyka who was her world, was out to get her. S'tek disciplined Lyka when he felt like it; when he came by, which was gradually getting less, Astarael clung to him adoringly. He found an aptitude for curiosity about the natural world in her, and when time permitted, he took her outside and taught her about why the stars move the way they do and what they were named.
On her thirteenth turning-day, Astarael snapped. She became a screaming demon-child before clamming up and refusing to talk to anyone for two sevendays. She gradually came out, and now she wants to be a candidate. Considering her suicide attempts, it is doubtful that she will be allowed to Stand, for anything.
Type:
Firelizard
Name:
Ranna
Age:
1 Turn
Color:
Blood
Personality:
Vicious, Feral, Dominant, Overprotective
Appearance:
Delicate and graceful, Ranna's build is unlike that of many bloods, who tend toward more power and strength. She will never be very strong, and her flights will be more like that of a lesser-ranked dragon. Her hide, however, is a beautiful gradient from a reddish-crimson to a purpled scarlet, and shines with a true metallic tint. She is pleasing to the eye, considering her near-perfect proportions and slim build, if not pleasing to the personality.