DeltaHey, I heard you like the wild ones
[where are we?]Name:
20 turns Gender:
She likes boys, but is probably a little bi-curious. Those darn college years!
[what the hell]Craft:
Dragonrider (Color Undecided as of now)Appearance:
Delta's a tiny thing. Although she is not noticeably short, coming in at 5'6", she thin to the point of almost being sleek and slippery-looking. Skinny as a rail, she is often mistaken as being much younger than she truly is. Many who first meet here guess her age to be about 16 turns. (This is followed by a severe tongue lashing, of course) This is not to the extent that she looks childish, however. Her sleek, slender frame does have some natural curvature, mostly in the hip and breast area. And it isn't as if she doesn't eat, because Delta can woof down a shit ton of food. Seriously, watch her sometime. It's scary. She just literally has a smaller bone structure than most. This, coupled with an excellent sense of balance, makes her incredibly agile and swift.
The young rider's reddish locks and stone grey eyes make her a bit of a rare bird. Her skin is also quite pale, and if she knows she is going to be out in the blazing sun all day, she is careful to apply aloes that prevent skin-burning. Her white skin is marked by a myriad of freckles, which she hated through adolescence but has grown to embrace in adulthood.Personality:
Delta is cray cray, but not in your stereotypical fiery-redhead way. For one, she's brilliant. Like, stupid smart. And she loves nothing more than showing this off by using her wit and sharp tongue. Get into an argument with Delta, and shit, don't expect her to be at all ladylike. She'll rip you a new one. Thankfully though, she isn't one to hold a grudge, or else she'd be the most miserable-to-be-around person in all of Pern. Usually she'll just cuss someone out, and by the next day, she'll be smiling and making small talk about the weather with them. She's a big fan of the saying "Just get over it already."
Other than that, Delta is generally pleasant-ish to be around. That is if you can get around her witty, sarcastic sense of humor, and the fact that she always seems to be darting off somewhere and switching topics. She appreciates tiny things that most people do not notice, but she can also be quite irked by them too. HOW DARE THAT CLOUD BLOCK MY SUNLIGHT GTFO. But seriously though, she's pretty chill when you catch her on a typical, average day. She'll laugh and make merry just like the rest of them. Maybe she'll even play nice and compliment you. Maybe.
She's got sticky fingers, though. That's simply the way she was raised. In order to make due, sometimes small items had to be filched, and damn, she was good at doing so. Her agile, sleek frame allowed her to slip in and out of rooms without notice. She would make daily rounds throughout all of the farmers' fields, gathering a few berries here, and few leafy things there, but never taking so much as to be noticed. And despite the fact that she doesn't regularly steal things any more, she is known to hold onto her friends' lent possessions a little longer than they appreciate.
Going off of that, she's a huge risk taker. This girl gambles hard, and it's usually when her life is at stake. Even as a kid, she was running off into the woods, hunting game that was, at the time, much larger than she was. Nothing scared her, even the so-called Deep Ones. She laughed in the face of danger, and still does. Since impression, this has only escalated. In times of battle, her tactics are almost similar to that of blitzkrieg, kamikaze pilots from terran wars long past. But don't you worry your pretty little mind for, Delta is smart. Every risk she takes is calculated, every move she makes, precise and choreographed. She knows, or at least thinks she knows, what she and Serendith are capable of, and they will push each other to their maximum levels. In fact, the pair kind of lives
for fighting Deep Ones. It's like they almost get a high from it, turning into entirely different beings. Deep-Thing Killing Machines, as they call themselves. The pair takes risks and makes maneuvers that would make even the most heartless, brawny wingleader cringe.
As for Blight... Well, Christ, what is it like to function without it? Delta barely even notices when she's at around level 1 or 2. However Serendith seems to be more susceptible, so Delta tries to avoid it as much as she possibly can. Which thanks to their reckless battle techniques, is pretty seldom. Thankfully she's never had a run in with a Deep One that's rendered her with any more than a moderate/low severe case of Blight thus far.History:
The early years of Delta's life were relatively uneventful. Growing up in Fort Hold, She was a tomboyish young girl with a fiery temper and the wits of someone twice her age. Fearless and arrogant, she was always sneaking off at night to go gathering and filching. Her father was a miner that was seldom around, and her mother was a weaver who actually had a pretty good knack for the craft. Five years after she was born, her brother Lyam was, and four years following him came a girl named Tallly.
Her mother had been injured in Tally's birth, however, and was left unable to walk without a huge amount of effort. Her handicap made it much harder for her to retrieve the necessary linens and supplies for her craftwork, and the family began to suffer financially. And when Delta's father passed away in a mining accident, well, shoot, the family was SOL. So, when Delta was ten years old, she took up the responsibility of providing for the family.
She started off rightfully enough. She taught herself how to be handy with a bow, she saved up money from selling her kills and bought a flamethrower. Every day from dusk til dawn, she'd set off into the wilds, hunting game and scavaging things. Once she even found a firelizard nest, and extremely rare and valuable find as of lately. She took the eggs backs to the weyr in a sack and sold all of them but one, which hatched into a perky little white firelizard whom she named Skrill.
During the months when prey was scare, she took to stealing from farmland and marketplaces. She was careful, however to never streal enough to cause anyone to suffer, if they even took notice at all. And I can guarantee that even if she did get caught, the ever witty, sly Delta always found a way to wiggle her way out of trouble.
Except one time, that is. One time she got caught, when she was about 14 turns in age, but it was by no human. She happened out picking berries from a farmer's field that was relatively close to the hold. She was slinking her way through the tall rows of fruit bearing plants when she first felt it.
The sudden anger. The need to lash out, claw out at whatever stood in her path. It flooded her entire being as she sank to her knees, her bony fingers grasping her temples as she let out a bloodcurdling shriek. Through her squinting eyes she could make out the form of the terrible thing, the massive Wrath that crossed the path a dragonlength in front of her. Skrill betweened in anguish. Somewhere in the distance, she could hear the calls of farmers who began to take notice ofand the looming Wrath that was destroying their precious fields.
It took every ounce of energy in her body for the 14-turn old holdbred to rise to her feet and aim her flamethrower at the beast. She let out a blood-curdling scream as she charged forward, now directly in the line of sight of the Wrath. The flame managed to hit the beast directly in it's face, which seemed only to anger it instead of hurting it. The thing was probably just seconds away from consuming her when the dragonmen first appeared in the sky, sending showers of flame and ammunition toward the Deep One below. Skrill, who had projected the image of the Wrath into every mind withing a 50 mile radius, reappeared amongst the dragonmen. Seeing her relief, Delta stumbled away from the battle, exhausted and still full of rage. She hid helplessly, yet in silent fury, amongst a grove of trees before the Deep One retreated to between
and the dragonmen came to her rescue.
And that was how Delta first became famous throughout Fort. For single-handedly charging a Deep One with only a second-rate flamethrower and a white firelizard. Apparently she was so disturbed that she even tried to bite the dragonman that came to her rescue. Needless to say, she didn't savor the fame. Shortly after the excursion, Delta had been diagnosed with a Blight Level of 4-5, and never really made a full recovery. Thankfully, she had been spared from most physical damage, as Wraths usually only targeted one's mental status. Up until this time, however, sure she'd been quirky, but she'd never really been the rash, argumentative, heated woman that she is today.
Then, for some sharding brilliant reason, searchdragons were all over her, making claims about anyone as brave as Delta would surely be fit to ride a gold. As soon as Delta regained a slight degree of normalcy, she almost vomited at the concept. The LAST
thing she wanted to do on Pern was be dumbed down and forced to ride some stupid, shiny, overgrown lizard and have babies for the rest of her life. No fucking way.
Thankfully by the stage in her life, her younger siblings had started taking up apprenticeships, and were beginning to provide for the family since Delta no longer could. Eventually the dragonriders had their way and whisked off then 15-turn-old to Fort Weyr to stand for the next hatching, which contained a gold egg. This was apparently the main reason they wanted females to stand, for apparently impressing anything but a stubborn housewife of a dragon rendered you incompetent. Delta never saw the appeal. Why ride something that couldn't even flame and fight?
The day of the hatching was the second time Delta achieved fame. The hatching passed quickly and uneventfully, and the young female candidate silently thanked Faranth when the pudgy little gold went to some other holdergirl she'd seen once or twice working in the fields. The new junior weyrwoman was squeeling and dancing around, bragging to the females around her. The hatching had ended and those girls that were left standing started to weep and insult the new goldpair, obviously out of jealousy and despair for having failed.
This angered Delta. And since she was still suffering from Blight, it angered her times ten. How pathetic and weak were these girls that only cared about some stupid, shiny beast? What was wrong with them? Have some pride! For Faranth's sake, she'd seen more spine in jellyfish, and more guts in 11-turn old kids. And, due to her anger at this being multipled by the Blight, her blood started to boil. If there had been a candidate standing next to her, she'd have probably mauled them. Instead, she chose to take out her frustration on the nearest dud egg.
She kicked the tiny, dull gray shell, her foot sending spiderweb cracks shooting across its surface. She sunk to her knees and began beating the thing and shouting obscenities along the lines of "weakminded, selfish cunts" and that "she'd never stoop so low as to cry over not being Fort's next resident housewife."
And then she felt it. It. The only thing that ever mattered. All the pain, anguish, and fury inflicted by the Blight vanished and was replaced by joy and ecstacy. Mine, stop! You will hurt your Serendith! But oh, you have saved her too! You have saved yours! Thank you so much, mine, thank you sooooo much!
Came the sparkling, whimsical, undeniably female voice, breaking down every barrier in Delta's mind. And just like that, impression had been made. Pern had a new whitepair.
Of course, Delta was punished for lashing out at an Egg, but thankfully she was spared from the worst of it due to her mental health and her hatchling dragonet. The pair took to weyrling training immediately, and proved to be quite a handful. They were always getting into fights and springing out ahead of the group. Serendith, who was normally mild-mannered and jovial, turned out to be just as deadly as her rider when it came to training to fight the Deep Ones.
However, the pair always felt as if they were being held back at Fort. After all, whites were pretty much useless in comparison with the larger, metallic dragons at Fort. Sure, they were the best betweeners
, but often their talents were limited to just that. No, the whitepair yearned for battle. So, several years after graduation, Delta and Serendith set out for Nightwatch Weyr, in hopes to find a place where they belonged. With no metallics and tons of Deep Ones, they certainly hope to see more action here.Dragon:
SerendithDragon Color: WhiteAppearance:
Serendith is small, even by a white's standard. She's only 21 feet long and is as thin, sleek, and agile as her rider. Even since hatching, everyone marveled at how much the young female mirrored her rider in appearance. Serendith just seemed to fit Delta so naturally.
Her hide is a silky, creamy off-white color, suggesting that the bronze-gold-brown hues were most dominant throughout her milky white hide. However, she has a noticeable bkueish marking over her right eye, which takes the vague shape of a lightningbolt. Her wings are bit large for her body, but it gives her just an ounce more of stamina than another white of her size. Personality:
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