Journeyman Tanner, WeyrlingPersonality:
Nari probably would have been the sweet girl she is inside, outside as well if it wasn't for her childhood. Thanks to what happened she learned very quickly that telling the truth got you nothing. Lies however, lies were rewarding. She tells lies very spectacularly, twisting and turning plots about. It became a compulsion and part of her since the moment she understood that her home life was not a good one. The compulsion to lie grew and grew, and now she does it without notice or thought. Of course she feels bad, for the most part, for all the lies that she tells, but lying leads to her survival. She can sell her leather for better prices if she says that is much better than his over there, that he gets his leather from tainted herdbeasts.
She has compassion, but personability? No, she's not a fan of people. She can talk people up and sell to them all day long, but when it comes to talking with someone, making friends or what have you? No, she is out. Personal things are not talked about, nor are feelings or any of that. She feels, though you will never know what it truly is unless you find a way beneath the lies.
Nari is a workaholic, when she isn't working she is sleeping, and vice versa. She will drink her Klah and just keep on going trudging along. There are times that she has sat and yearned to be normal, to have friends, but she is afraid of people, and what getting close to people means.Appearance:
Nari isn't the tallest of women, standing closer to a middle height. Her hair is a sandy blonde color that flows down her shoulders in slight messy waves. When she is working it is tied up into the tightest braid she can get. In terms of size she's on the smaller spectrum, thin with her own set of curves, though not much. Her eyes are blue, much like her brother Navenax. She has a small smattering of freckles across her nose from the sun, something that doesn't agree with the fair skin that her family seems to have. She walks with confidence, long strides and a head held like that of a queen, though clearly she isn't one. She can dominate a room when she wants to, when she's trying to sell her wares and work, or she can blend into the background and hide. A talent learned to avoid punishment.
Her fingers are calloused and used to hard labor, not delicate like the rest of her appearance, and when not working with them, they are covered in gloves to hide away that mar that might drive away business.Family:
Navenax, Brother (Captain)
Varen, sister (Star)
Tanner; Bronze Firelizard
Tanner started out a little shy at first, but soon he overcame such nonsense, thinking it was thus such himself. Soon he became one to order Nari around, trying to get her to do his bidding. He insists on extra snacks and meatrolls which she denies only half of the time. He takes charge to fetch her what she needs once she bribes him of course.
Suede; Pink Firelizard
Suede is the sweetest thing in all the land and all she wants to do is snuggle and cuddle with Nari. This usually results in her getting in the way and Nari having to stuff her in her tunic, up a sleeve, in a bag or something. The pink is a lover though, chirping and happily flitting about when not snuggled down. She drives Nari insane all days of the week, and she just wants to get rid of the pink, but she is very much attached. History:Trigger warning: Mention of abuse
The oldest of the girls, and second after her brother, Nari was born just nine months before her younger brother Navenax was. She was the result of her usual parent's spats. It became quickly known that she wasn't so much a welcome gift, but rather an annoyance. Asking for anything from them resulted in unkind words and a strong fist. It wasn't just one, but both parents. This was her every day life for a long time. She was six when the white Wherry plague struck. It was a friend that was hit with it and died. It was devastating to her, and friends, she vowed not to have them ever again.
That was when she learned to lie, to get what she wanted through trickery rather than asking for it. Though the anger towards her wasn't nearly so bad for her, but more so for the oldest. But as soon as he left, as soon as he went away it fell onto her. She was quick to know and to understand that the only way to make it, to get away was to leave.
And so she did. as soon as she was able to she found a craft to jump into, begging until she was let in. Leather tanning was horrible and dirty work. It stank and was strenuous, but it was so much easier than at home. The lies continued here, something that earned many a reprimand. She got better at lying, at tricking and deceiving, even if her heart ached over doing such things. It was safety, it was comforting. And it started to work. She was thirteen when she first saw the plans that were being exchanged around for leather armor for the candidates. She wanted to do that! She was quick to ask to help do such things, to help with tanning the leather or anything that she could do just to have some part in it. She dove into her craft, becoming better and better at it every day. Each day was met with strength and a fire to go on. If she worked she could eat and sleep. If she worked hard than she didn't have to interact.
She was sixteen when Doomfall happened, and being in the hall of Igen it affected her and her craft greatly. She tried not to think about it, to let it get to her, but seeing so much loss hurt her already battered heart.
Soon her work led her to become a journeyman, and she was so excited. It was probably the day she smiled the most. She would get to show off her own work, show what she could do. Not a master by any means. but you couldn't get there without this monumental moment. She was soon ready and sent to Dalibor to work on a project with other journeymen. Soon after arriving in Dalibor she ran into her brother, and not much longer than that later a dragon told her that she was to be a candidate.
It was during the fall of 218 that she met her dragon Enicoeth, a pink, during a dual Impresson of Dragon and Wher upon the sands of Dalibor.Dragon Name:
<1 (Fall 218)Dragon Color:
22.5 feet at adulthoodDragon Personality:
Loud, flamboyant, and a bit of a show-off, Enicoeth likes to be wherever the party’s at - party being any big group, because she prefers it so strongly to being alone. She doesn’t have a very good concept of personal space, physically or emotionally, so she does have a habit of standing too close to others or snuggling up against her friends and fellows. It’s something she’ll need to be taught over time, rather than have it expected that she just innately should know. She doesn’t. And she doesn’t mind being taught or criticized, so go right ahead.
When she’s trying to get someone’s attention, she postures, making herself look bigger, more interesting, or otherwise more attention-grabbing, even if it’s at the cost of maybe looking silly. If it works, it works! She also has the odd habit of stamping when exceptionally excited or hungry and waiting for it to be time to hunt or feed, a sort of two-to-four-limbed drumming of anticipation. She doesn’t care about being laughed at. It’s about being honest about what you do and feel and say, and staying true to yourself.
Good cheer and a thick skin are a great combination when trying to work and play with others - Enicoeth’s friend-making game is strong. And the with others
part is a necessity. Enicoeth’s preference to being in company stems from a deep-rooted nervousness when alone that she’s hard-pressed to explain. It’s just, you can’t help other people if you’re not there, and they can’t help you if they’re not there. There’s strength in numbers. Okay? Okay.Dragon Appearance:
Enicoeth is a contrast of longs and shorts. She has long skinny limbs and a long thick neck, and balances it out with a short body and shorter than average wings - so she doesn’t look average in any one part, but ends up of average length. She is mostly a magenta color, with her feet and the tip of her muzzle a very dark purplish pink. There are brighter shades of pink on her wings and upper legs, with very pale pink on her muzzle and lower limbs.Dragon History:
We met Nari, Nari is the best. That's all so far, wow we're gonna do things and meet everyone!Adoption Preference:
Discretion will be left up to Captain