Post by Narrator on Jun 19, 2024 16:44:54 GMT -8
Name: Nystali
Rank: Creche Worker
Age: 25
Fire-lizards: Brown Neko
Appearance: Born in the islands, Nystali can trace her roots back to Sean and Sorka Connell. It may help in that aspect that Nystali's mother was initially Ruathan born, another holding closely associated with the family of Sorka Connell. Bright red tresses mark her as one of the Connell bloodlines. Her hair is thick and wavy.
Her eyes are set in a rounded, pixie-shaped face with bony cheekbones and full but, hopefully, not so full that they appear overdone. Her eyes are large and oval-shaped with long lashes and coloring best described as "whisky-colored".
Nystali is pale and forever in danger of getting burnt, sprinkled liberally with freckles over her shoulders and upper arms from a childhood spent swimming and playing out of doors, with more freckles again sprinkling over her cheeks and nose and lending a younger air again to her presence, something that irritates her greatly.
No small or dainty little darling is Nystali; she stands at a healthy five foot seven inches, five foot eight if she really stretches out. She has a willowy frame. Nystali's quite happy with what she's got. Sure, she might be a little taller than most, a little less obviously endowed, but what she has suits her build just fine. Except for her sharding hips - being so soon after childbirth, she still bears the wider, rounded hips from the said endeavor, and much to her equal amusement and displeasure, the rounder butt and stretch marks to go with it. Not to mention the softer stomach...
Personality: She has to put it simply, the gift of gab. In every way, one might add. Nystali may not be dim enough or cruel enough to start rumors, but she manages to quite happily procure and store all the known gossip within the Weyr, and probably a good portion of it in several of the Islands, if you want to laud said gift. It has its good aspects too, though. The most obvious and most joked about being the fact she's a veritable treasure trove of whatever you need to hear, including gossip about yourself, though you may have to give her a good reason to divulge that to you if she doesn't feel it's good for your benefit to know.
She's also quite motherly. Forever concerned for others, she's a surprisingly good listener as much as she is a talker, someone who's quite managed to work out how to balance listening to someone's rant or troubles even as she offers advice or a possible range of solutions, though being quite young still, she doesn't know everything. Sometimes, though, she may offer up something as simple as a chat, if only to get your mind off your problems.
Her natural warmth and chattiness make her a hit with the little ones. She's a natural with children and young adults alike. Whether it's trying to coax a shy toddler out of his corner, lulling a fussy babe to sleep, or breaking up a childish argument and trying to soothe ill tempers into pursuing other games, Nystali's voice can generally be found working with moderate to high success (depending on the situation) on the little ones. Which, of course, is an attribute one would at least hope to have in minor amounts when working in a Creche.
The same natural charm also means she's friendly and easy to get along with if you don't find her inclination for gossip too irritating. She can slide in and out of most situations and environments with ease.
She's deeply loving, of her commitment to K'thar. Not being Weyrbred meant adjusting a great deal to the fact that her young man was no longer entirely "hers", but she's done her best to accept it, the same way she did her best as an adolescent to accept that so long as her father forbid it, she'd never be the Master Starcrafter or even the Starcrafter, she once dreamt of being.
Thus, if there's anything in particular that she could be mournful about, it would be those two things...missing and sometimes feeling a stab of envy for those lucky enough to pursue the Craft she dearly wished to join beyond dreamily staring at stars and learning bits and pieces, constellations and the like (because she's convinced she's far too old now to pursue the Craft). And, admittedly, wondering now and again if, despite his devotion to her and her precious bracelet K'thar gifted to her, he'd somehow forget about her and the twins. His death affected her deeply and she mourns his loss as well as that of their son.
History: Nystali was born the only child to her Ruathan-bred mother, Marisali, and a father who carried the title of Holder's Steward. Birthed in the late summertime, she was her mother's pride and her father's disappointment from the outset; Nythrin had, like most men on Pern, hoped for a son, something no doubt incurred more so due to his position as a Steward.
Despite this, though, she proved herself to be a girl who never let anything get her down, though it is a lie to say she didn't feel some resentment for her father's half-indifference, half-interest in her. Nonetheless, youth prevailed, and thus, she spent most of her childhood days exploring the diverse terrain that Huryen Island had to offer, making a playmate and a friend out of Janiska, barely a Turn her junior, helping out and causing mischief in equal parts until she found somewhat of a diversion in Seyvin, the Weaponscrafter located on the same island.
She never attained any real qualifications in the old man's Craft, but it was enough for her to pass some days keeping herself occupied while learning a skill here and there that, who knew, might even come in handy one day. Nystali's true passion though, lay in the Starcraft. Endlessly fascinated by the heavens, she could be found outside long after bedtime was called, staring avidly at the bright little pricks of light and making up her little shapes here and there.
Any hope of pursuing said Craft, or even broaching the idea of the Weaponscraft was forestalled by the one real obstacle in the girl's life - her father. For reasons only he seems privy to, Nythrin refused his daughter the opportunity for either, despite all obvious inclinations pointing towards it being the better, healthier idea to send the girl away to one of the Halls.
Nystali was for a good part of her teenagehood resentful and heartbroken, even bitter towards those she deemed far luckier in life than she, allowed to pursue their Crafts like they were. It bred something of an ill-tolerance in her if she ever heard of others, particularly those in the Crafts she'd so coveted, ever complain or so much as go around with a long face, and over time, no doubt would have gotten worse, particularly when she learned of her father's plans to marry her off to the 'best prospect' possible.
But then two things occurred. Not in succession, mind you, but in the intervening Turns. First, she Impressed Neko, a little brown from one of Janiska's gold Natta's clutches. The impish but loving little creature gave her the restored humor she desperately needed, something even Janiska had struggled to offer during those days, entangled in her prospective future.
Inadvertently, Neko led Nystali to the second occurence, a couple of Turns later. The little fire-lizard had always been notoriously playful and sure of himself, and coupled with youth, he came to a most unfortunate accident that could have cost the brown his life, if it hadn't been for a split second. Still, though the split-second saved the fire-lizard from certain death, it couldn't quite save his limbs, and upon colliding with the tree trunk in the thick forestry, Neko was left flightless and dragging a wing not torn, but broken somewhere as it was hauled pathetically through the dirt.
Nystali was horrified when she found her little companion. Scooping him up in her arms, she fled the forest, borderline hysterical in her attempts to search for someone who could help her agonized pet. During this desperate search, she ran (literally) into the man she'd end up falling in love with...well, boy, to be technical, definitely boy still by that point.
All that aside, though, Kaythar took her to a friend who was visiting the Island just as he had been - a Journeyman Dragonhealer, Syaoran, who, while unable to mend the wing to perfection, was able to save it and bind it so the little fire-lizard would suffer no more undue stress he'd never be capable of long flights or acrobatics again.
This set off the wheels of motion, though. Nystali became quite fond of the younger man, drawn to his dedicated nature and what could only be described as a loving disposition. Even when he left, she began to look forward to the times he'd return, and much to her initial horror, found herself attracted to and eventually falling in love with this...boy. No, not boy, he was a young man, regardless of his age difference from herself.
Kaythar felt the same way, and after a Turn, he declared his desire to wed Nystali. Overjoyed by the prospect, she accepted without a second thought. Second thoughts came later, not on her behalf, but on her father's. Far from pleased with the idea of the daughter he'd hoped to marry off high sharing the furs with some 'young upstart with no prospects', Nythrin forbid the marriage, even against his wife's wishes, even though he did, if he listened to anyone, usually heed Marisali's opinion.
This time, Nystali didn't back down. She loved him too much. Not a fortnight later, the girl fled her childhood home under cover of night, leaving only a note of love and sorrow for her dear mother. She met up with her precious beloved, and together, they sought passage on one of the archipelago's trade ships, eventually ending up at White Sands Hold - not the Weyr quite yet, as Nystali had hoped, but close enough. Here, in the Hold Kaythar acted on his promise and wed Nystali, before the pair traveled to White Sands Weyr, as they'd originally planned to do.
Due to her friendly and easy-going nature, Nystali fit in surprisingly well with Weyrlife, more so when it was discovered she was pregnant during the interim there and barely anybody batted an eyelid. Small wonders indeed; she knew well how they'd react back home when they found out! The pregnancy progressed well, though, shadowed only by the news that Marisali had been killed in the Great Storm that devastated so much of the Island Chain.
Nystali grieved deeply for her gentle mother, riddled with guilt that she'd left without properly saying goodbye. Only the knowledge of her soon-to-be babies and Kaythar's loving support kept her going which helped pull her through her depression. (Despite his subsequent Impression of his blue Igavoffath)
Despite the rarity of twins on Pern, more so their chances of surviving, Kayalti and Nysthar were born not two sevenday after their father Impressed his dragon, something that was perhaps both a joy and a worry for the married pair. Any such worries were dispelled for the moment for Nystali though when K'thar gifted his spouse with the bracelet she now wears securely about her wrist, tangible knowledge that despite his new obligations as a 'rider, he would do his absolute best to keep his promise to her, and by extension, the little ones.
For now, the days melt quite pleasantly for Nystali; she misses not having K'thar with her constantly, but she compensates by throwing all her spare energy into her little charges, and of course, her precious daughter.
Family Connections:
Father: Nythrin (Holder's Steward at Carena Hold, Huryen Island - adoptable)
Mother: Marisali (deceased)
Weyrmate/Spouse: K'thar of blue Ignavoffath (deceased)
Daughter: Kayalti (one month and one-week old babe - adoptable)
Son: Nysthar (deceased)
Age: 8
Appearance: From birth, Neko has always been very long in the leg and tail, making him appear gaunt, though not so gaunt as to appear malnourished. Large in the wing too, for a brown fire-lizard, he bears all the traits of a male that was once swift and virile in the skies, until his very gifted traits got him in trouble.
These days, he doesn't fly far. At best, he can manage a decent, if somewhat wavery, glide across a room the length of the Lower Caverns, but he needs someone there to catch him or to perch on, or he'll go careening into the ground, like a jet plane without an engine on its right wing. This is just where the problem is - though it healed as best as could be managed in the circumstances, Neko's right wing is stiff and slightly nobbed with bone where the wing sail connects to the little talon, capable of extending almost to full length but incapable of flapping up and down in a complete range of movement. Nor can it close completely, and when landed, Neko has a constant sort of limp since the appendage is nearly always a third opened.
In color, he's quite...well, adorable, is perhaps the best word. Putting one in mind of a strong cup of frothy klah in hue, the lighter tan of his hide is dappled with darker shades, concentrated primarily over the top of his nose, forehead, and eye ridges, around his firth area, over his haunches and right at the tip of his tail.
Personality: Despite his injury, Neko is still fairly the same as he originally was in personality. Like his mistress, he tries mightily hard not to let anything get him down for too long, preferring to rough house playfully with fellow fire-lizards and carry a conversation with others that would probably last hours, given the opportunity.
Of course, he's friendly and charming in that manner, though his charm does come more from a down-to-earth nature than actual flirtatiousness. Any flirty antics are stalled by the shame he bears, crippled as he now is, and for the very flirtatiousness and showiness that he once exhibited. Indeed, his wing is a point of contention; it makes the little brown quite antsy if he feels it's being stared at too much and for the wrong reason (which to him, is most of the time), will get easily upset if someone teases or bullies him for it, and in unhappier moments, feels he's both less of a male and a fire-lizard because of his inability to fly and glide, let alone dip and twirl about, making him quite unable to meet a female's eye, convinced as he is that they're judging him.
Rank: Creche Worker
Age: 25
Fire-lizards: Brown Neko
Appearance: Born in the islands, Nystali can trace her roots back to Sean and Sorka Connell. It may help in that aspect that Nystali's mother was initially Ruathan born, another holding closely associated with the family of Sorka Connell. Bright red tresses mark her as one of the Connell bloodlines. Her hair is thick and wavy.
Her eyes are set in a rounded, pixie-shaped face with bony cheekbones and full but, hopefully, not so full that they appear overdone. Her eyes are large and oval-shaped with long lashes and coloring best described as "whisky-colored".
Nystali is pale and forever in danger of getting burnt, sprinkled liberally with freckles over her shoulders and upper arms from a childhood spent swimming and playing out of doors, with more freckles again sprinkling over her cheeks and nose and lending a younger air again to her presence, something that irritates her greatly.
No small or dainty little darling is Nystali; she stands at a healthy five foot seven inches, five foot eight if she really stretches out. She has a willowy frame. Nystali's quite happy with what she's got. Sure, she might be a little taller than most, a little less obviously endowed, but what she has suits her build just fine. Except for her sharding hips - being so soon after childbirth, she still bears the wider, rounded hips from the said endeavor, and much to her equal amusement and displeasure, the rounder butt and stretch marks to go with it. Not to mention the softer stomach...
Personality: She has to put it simply, the gift of gab. In every way, one might add. Nystali may not be dim enough or cruel enough to start rumors, but she manages to quite happily procure and store all the known gossip within the Weyr, and probably a good portion of it in several of the Islands, if you want to laud said gift. It has its good aspects too, though. The most obvious and most joked about being the fact she's a veritable treasure trove of whatever you need to hear, including gossip about yourself, though you may have to give her a good reason to divulge that to you if she doesn't feel it's good for your benefit to know.
She's also quite motherly. Forever concerned for others, she's a surprisingly good listener as much as she is a talker, someone who's quite managed to work out how to balance listening to someone's rant or troubles even as she offers advice or a possible range of solutions, though being quite young still, she doesn't know everything. Sometimes, though, she may offer up something as simple as a chat, if only to get your mind off your problems.
Her natural warmth and chattiness make her a hit with the little ones. She's a natural with children and young adults alike. Whether it's trying to coax a shy toddler out of his corner, lulling a fussy babe to sleep, or breaking up a childish argument and trying to soothe ill tempers into pursuing other games, Nystali's voice can generally be found working with moderate to high success (depending on the situation) on the little ones. Which, of course, is an attribute one would at least hope to have in minor amounts when working in a Creche.
The same natural charm also means she's friendly and easy to get along with if you don't find her inclination for gossip too irritating. She can slide in and out of most situations and environments with ease.
She's deeply loving, of her commitment to K'thar. Not being Weyrbred meant adjusting a great deal to the fact that her young man was no longer entirely "hers", but she's done her best to accept it, the same way she did her best as an adolescent to accept that so long as her father forbid it, she'd never be the Master Starcrafter or even the Starcrafter, she once dreamt of being.
Thus, if there's anything in particular that she could be mournful about, it would be those two things...missing and sometimes feeling a stab of envy for those lucky enough to pursue the Craft she dearly wished to join beyond dreamily staring at stars and learning bits and pieces, constellations and the like (because she's convinced she's far too old now to pursue the Craft). And, admittedly, wondering now and again if, despite his devotion to her and her precious bracelet K'thar gifted to her, he'd somehow forget about her and the twins. His death affected her deeply and she mourns his loss as well as that of their son.
History: Nystali was born the only child to her Ruathan-bred mother, Marisali, and a father who carried the title of Holder's Steward. Birthed in the late summertime, she was her mother's pride and her father's disappointment from the outset; Nythrin had, like most men on Pern, hoped for a son, something no doubt incurred more so due to his position as a Steward.
Despite this, though, she proved herself to be a girl who never let anything get her down, though it is a lie to say she didn't feel some resentment for her father's half-indifference, half-interest in her. Nonetheless, youth prevailed, and thus, she spent most of her childhood days exploring the diverse terrain that Huryen Island had to offer, making a playmate and a friend out of Janiska, barely a Turn her junior, helping out and causing mischief in equal parts until she found somewhat of a diversion in Seyvin, the Weaponscrafter located on the same island.
She never attained any real qualifications in the old man's Craft, but it was enough for her to pass some days keeping herself occupied while learning a skill here and there that, who knew, might even come in handy one day. Nystali's true passion though, lay in the Starcraft. Endlessly fascinated by the heavens, she could be found outside long after bedtime was called, staring avidly at the bright little pricks of light and making up her little shapes here and there.
Any hope of pursuing said Craft, or even broaching the idea of the Weaponscraft was forestalled by the one real obstacle in the girl's life - her father. For reasons only he seems privy to, Nythrin refused his daughter the opportunity for either, despite all obvious inclinations pointing towards it being the better, healthier idea to send the girl away to one of the Halls.
Nystali was for a good part of her teenagehood resentful and heartbroken, even bitter towards those she deemed far luckier in life than she, allowed to pursue their Crafts like they were. It bred something of an ill-tolerance in her if she ever heard of others, particularly those in the Crafts she'd so coveted, ever complain or so much as go around with a long face, and over time, no doubt would have gotten worse, particularly when she learned of her father's plans to marry her off to the 'best prospect' possible.
But then two things occurred. Not in succession, mind you, but in the intervening Turns. First, she Impressed Neko, a little brown from one of Janiska's gold Natta's clutches. The impish but loving little creature gave her the restored humor she desperately needed, something even Janiska had struggled to offer during those days, entangled in her prospective future.
Inadvertently, Neko led Nystali to the second occurence, a couple of Turns later. The little fire-lizard had always been notoriously playful and sure of himself, and coupled with youth, he came to a most unfortunate accident that could have cost the brown his life, if it hadn't been for a split second. Still, though the split-second saved the fire-lizard from certain death, it couldn't quite save his limbs, and upon colliding with the tree trunk in the thick forestry, Neko was left flightless and dragging a wing not torn, but broken somewhere as it was hauled pathetically through the dirt.
Nystali was horrified when she found her little companion. Scooping him up in her arms, she fled the forest, borderline hysterical in her attempts to search for someone who could help her agonized pet. During this desperate search, she ran (literally) into the man she'd end up falling in love with...well, boy, to be technical, definitely boy still by that point.
All that aside, though, Kaythar took her to a friend who was visiting the Island just as he had been - a Journeyman Dragonhealer, Syaoran, who, while unable to mend the wing to perfection, was able to save it and bind it so the little fire-lizard would suffer no more undue stress he'd never be capable of long flights or acrobatics again.
This set off the wheels of motion, though. Nystali became quite fond of the younger man, drawn to his dedicated nature and what could only be described as a loving disposition. Even when he left, she began to look forward to the times he'd return, and much to her initial horror, found herself attracted to and eventually falling in love with this...boy. No, not boy, he was a young man, regardless of his age difference from herself.
Kaythar felt the same way, and after a Turn, he declared his desire to wed Nystali. Overjoyed by the prospect, she accepted without a second thought. Second thoughts came later, not on her behalf, but on her father's. Far from pleased with the idea of the daughter he'd hoped to marry off high sharing the furs with some 'young upstart with no prospects', Nythrin forbid the marriage, even against his wife's wishes, even though he did, if he listened to anyone, usually heed Marisali's opinion.
This time, Nystali didn't back down. She loved him too much. Not a fortnight later, the girl fled her childhood home under cover of night, leaving only a note of love and sorrow for her dear mother. She met up with her precious beloved, and together, they sought passage on one of the archipelago's trade ships, eventually ending up at White Sands Hold - not the Weyr quite yet, as Nystali had hoped, but close enough. Here, in the Hold Kaythar acted on his promise and wed Nystali, before the pair traveled to White Sands Weyr, as they'd originally planned to do.
Due to her friendly and easy-going nature, Nystali fit in surprisingly well with Weyrlife, more so when it was discovered she was pregnant during the interim there and barely anybody batted an eyelid. Small wonders indeed; she knew well how they'd react back home when they found out! The pregnancy progressed well, though, shadowed only by the news that Marisali had been killed in the Great Storm that devastated so much of the Island Chain.
Nystali grieved deeply for her gentle mother, riddled with guilt that she'd left without properly saying goodbye. Only the knowledge of her soon-to-be babies and Kaythar's loving support kept her going which helped pull her through her depression. (Despite his subsequent Impression of his blue Igavoffath)
Despite the rarity of twins on Pern, more so their chances of surviving, Kayalti and Nysthar were born not two sevenday after their father Impressed his dragon, something that was perhaps both a joy and a worry for the married pair. Any such worries were dispelled for the moment for Nystali though when K'thar gifted his spouse with the bracelet she now wears securely about her wrist, tangible knowledge that despite his new obligations as a 'rider, he would do his absolute best to keep his promise to her, and by extension, the little ones.
For now, the days melt quite pleasantly for Nystali; she misses not having K'thar with her constantly, but she compensates by throwing all her spare energy into her little charges, and of course, her precious daughter.
Family Connections:
Father: Nythrin (Holder's Steward at Carena Hold, Huryen Island - adoptable)
Mother: Marisali (deceased)
Weyrmate/Spouse: K'thar of blue Ignavoffath (deceased)
Daughter: Kayalti (one month and one-week old babe - adoptable)
Son: Nysthar (deceased)
Neko
[/center]Age: 8
Appearance: From birth, Neko has always been very long in the leg and tail, making him appear gaunt, though not so gaunt as to appear malnourished. Large in the wing too, for a brown fire-lizard, he bears all the traits of a male that was once swift and virile in the skies, until his very gifted traits got him in trouble.
These days, he doesn't fly far. At best, he can manage a decent, if somewhat wavery, glide across a room the length of the Lower Caverns, but he needs someone there to catch him or to perch on, or he'll go careening into the ground, like a jet plane without an engine on its right wing. This is just where the problem is - though it healed as best as could be managed in the circumstances, Neko's right wing is stiff and slightly nobbed with bone where the wing sail connects to the little talon, capable of extending almost to full length but incapable of flapping up and down in a complete range of movement. Nor can it close completely, and when landed, Neko has a constant sort of limp since the appendage is nearly always a third opened.
In color, he's quite...well, adorable, is perhaps the best word. Putting one in mind of a strong cup of frothy klah in hue, the lighter tan of his hide is dappled with darker shades, concentrated primarily over the top of his nose, forehead, and eye ridges, around his firth area, over his haunches and right at the tip of his tail.
Personality: Despite his injury, Neko is still fairly the same as he originally was in personality. Like his mistress, he tries mightily hard not to let anything get him down for too long, preferring to rough house playfully with fellow fire-lizards and carry a conversation with others that would probably last hours, given the opportunity.
Of course, he's friendly and charming in that manner, though his charm does come more from a down-to-earth nature than actual flirtatiousness. Any flirty antics are stalled by the shame he bears, crippled as he now is, and for the very flirtatiousness and showiness that he once exhibited. Indeed, his wing is a point of contention; it makes the little brown quite antsy if he feels it's being stared at too much and for the wrong reason (which to him, is most of the time), will get easily upset if someone teases or bullies him for it, and in unhappier moments, feels he's both less of a male and a fire-lizard because of his inability to fly and glide, let alone dip and twirl about, making him quite unable to meet a female's eye, convinced as he is that they're judging him.