Dalibor is a semi-canon Dragonriders of Pern site. No knowledge of the series or site is required to join; players of all experience levels are welcome here. Founded in 2008 on Proboards and moved to Jcink in 2013, Dalibor has been running for nine years.
Autumn, 18th Turn, 11th Pass
Wedding bells ring out to celebrate the joining of Lord Callum to Lady Shuli. A grand gather has been put together with people from all over Pern coming to celebrate! Crescent is full to the brim with those who wish to show their support and those just looking to make (or spend) a few marks!
Copper Zelsk shook things up at the Copper Class graduation feast by beginning her run shortly after the knots were delivered to her handler. Bronze Osk won Zelsk's maiden run and now a sizable clutch lays on the sands hardening. Not to be outdone by the ground-bound copper, Copper Laanasuth took to the skies the very next day - though her flight was not as cut and dry as the wher's run had been. Offended by the force catch attempt of a presumptuous burgundy Laanasuth betweened to High Reaches Weyr where one of their dragons won her flight. Though she has returned to Dalibor and laid a large clutch for Dalibor's candidates the Weyr awaits the transfer of the dragon sire and his rider, Dalibor's newest Junior Weyrleader.
Rayna of Gold Couineth - Boo
Z'dyn of Iron Baihujinth - Rhia
Jali of Copper Laanasuth - Rii
Norla of Bronze Norsk - Ives
Oreanda of Bronze Osk - Ruin
Der of Grey Desk - Rii
K'ton of Blue Ironth- Jenn
S'vor of Green Absinth - Ruriko
Nia of Pink Koeneth - Catsitta
Ijo of Brown Isk - Rhia
Pavir of Blue Pavisk - Captain
Swithin of Blue Swisk - Ives
Ulian of White Rivath - Ruin
Zanii of Black Zansk - Leo
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Everane, Dragon Candidate, HAD, Apprentice Beastcrafter
Hero of Time
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15 turns | AU:03
Undecided (loves boys).
The young woman is notably adventurous, often venturing away from home to go on grand expeditions. This is, in large part, because she's always felt the need to escape. Regardless, she's used to spending a fair amount of time on her own; especially when her parents, in the past, have always grounded her. One would think that such a girl would have poor socialization, but such is far from the case. Evi is terribly outgoing, and once she's had one social endeavor, you can guarantee she'll be back for more. She never forgets a face, though she's terrible with names. She'd forget the name of her own mother without repetitive use. That is to say, Everane doesn't have the best memory. A lot of the time she substitutes facts and circumstances she can't recall for made-up tales and stories. She considers her tall tales to be nothing more than white lies meant to entertain others.
Everane is afflicted with the need to make the world a better place. If she sees anything-anything at all-going wrong, she'll intervene. She's a bold girl, and isn't afraid to use profanities to get people to back-off. She can become quite the little firecracker when she feels it's absolutely necessary to be. She's that one friend that, even when it's not their fight, will come racing along to declare war anyways. She has a big heart, and, after dealing with her fathers abuse for so many Turns, can't stand the sight of someone being picked on. She's learned how to fight from her older sister, and has been known to throw a punch when attackers aren't shocked into silence by her string of curses.
She's not afraid of a little hard-work, though, as is common with teenagers, she'd prefer to be out having fun. She understands the need for hard-work, however, and won't abandon her chores until she's done a sufficient job. Stuck working as an apprentice beastcrafter alongside her father, the young woman truly knows what it means to "get down and dirty." She has helped birth runners, and care for them; as well as herdbeasts. She has a love for animals, and enjoys working with them despite not having gotten to choose her craft. Her mother talks about her taking over the family business of breeding racing runners, though her father is keen to pass the business onto one of her older male cousins when the time is right. Due to her father, she has developed the need to 'prove herself' on more than one occasion. In fact, at times, she's overtaken by the need to show that she can do anything if given the opportunity.
While her parents would like to tell you that she's a prim and proper lady, Everane is a tomboy through and through. She'd rather die-or so she says-than be found wearing a dress. She isn't that into appearances, and so she doesn't care if she's trudging around with a bit of dirt smudged across her face. Everane is not the sort of person that's taken in by appearances. She pays close attention to the heart, and lets peoples actions speak for them. If she comes across a kindhearted individual, whom seeks to do good, then she'll hang on tight and never fail to call them friend. Loyal, though not always honest, Everane tries really hard to be a good friend. She is, sometimes, prone to selfishness-as are many girls her age. She's been cheated of so many opportunities growing up that she prefers to seize them for herself; even if that means having to compete for it. She's ambitious as all hell, and will fight anyone who tries to tell her she can't achieve her dreams. Admittedly, her sisters faith and confidence in her over the Turns has kept her going.
Her ability, in time, will cause her to become overwhelmed, and likely confide in those she trusts regarding the matter. It's probable that she'll need to develop a mature take on the matter, seeing as it's rather tempting to listen to things one shouldn't! She's never been one for touchy-feely experiences, and so she does her best to forget a lot of what she hears, and, worst of all, feels. Never having been openly trusting of others, she doesn't expect people to understand that she's not there solely to cause trouble.
The girls shoulder-length blond hair resembles a forest of wild brambles. Thick and lustrous, the teen struggles to control the sheer amount of volume that her hair possesses. She frequently fights tangles as her locks of hair snare together. She's given to permitting her unruly head of hair to remain wild, and untameable. Sandy, with the odd strand of brown, in the light her wavy strands appear strawberry blond. There's a fair amount red that works it's way into her hair come warmer weather. The girls bangs sweep off to the side, often crowding her vision on the right side. Waves of blond frame her small, heart-shaped, face.
Her hazel eyes are an almond-shape, adorned with dark eyelashes. The girls thick brows tend to draw a fair bit of attention. Her face has a splattering of freckles that spread down her arms. Evi's small nose appears, somewhat, out of place given that her features have the potential of being deemed elegant. Cutesy, may be a more accurate descriptor upon first glance. Her ears are so small that they're easily concealed beneath her mane of hair. The rest of her body is slight, and lacking maturity.
She comes from a family of shorter than average people, of which she so happens to be among the shortest of them all. Wishing she was taller has rarely, if ever, gotten her anywhere, and so she has conceded to the fact that she will likely spend the rest of her life looking up at everyone. Presently she is all of 5'1". She dresses however the shards she wants to dress, even if people think her odd. She has an affinity for bright, flashy, colors.
Father: Raliss, 52, master beastcrafter & handler of blue Ralisk
Mother: Tasane, 45, master tanner
Siblings: Ruane, 20, Weyrling of Burgundy Emath
Flit - Pink Kirby
Flit - Cyan Dizzy
Flit - Yellow (m) Sparky
Flit - Burgundy Growly
Feline - Athena
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She's a princess, through and through. Everything must be to her satisfaction, or she will exact her vengeance (in many forms). Athena is not above using peoples personal belongings as a litter-box. Yes, she will pee on your things if she doesn't like you. Do not make her mad. For whatever reason, the petite ball of fluff has an obsession with fingers; as in if she sees them she will try to bite them off. Hide your fingers, period. One can get into the felines good graces by providing a tunnel. Any tunnel will do, though extra points are awarded to tunnels that are made from soft furs, or bed sheets. Yes, she likes to snuggle--but not with you. Athena is very particular about her person. Ever may pick her up, squish her face, and give her kisses. If anyone else tries, they are very likely to get bit. Athena is a sass-master 5000, there is zero question about it. She likes nothing more than to be carried around like a baby, on her back, though occasionally she'll make a fuss. You see, she has to be in the mood for attention or else all hell breaks loose. She will complain, loudly, for any number of reasons. Until Everane figures out what she wants, the fluff-ball will continue to scream bloody-murder. Her wailing can be quite a nuisance, especially if her needs are not met.
TW: abuse & violence
Everane hardly remembers her big sister leaving home. Her mother, however, never let her forget. The woman frequently recounted the day that Ruane left her. She blamed herself, not that Everane fully understood why; not until she was much older. A mere three Turns when Ruane fled home, Everane was none the wiser. It was their father that had driven the older girl out, as Everane later on discovered. The man, impulsive by nature, soon set his sights on his youngest daughter.
Ruane’s eventual homecoming was not a happy occasion. Her fathers ire was being cast upon her beloved sister, and so the older girl took action. Beating the man down, as he’d done to her many times over in her, Ruane granted him his life. In return, the older girl demanded that he never touch Everane again. This occurred when the tiny blond had just barely seen her fifth Turn. The most unpleasant of memories, where their father was concerned, faded for the younger of the two girls. (On occasion she is still haunted, as if recalling a bad dream).
While Ruane didn’t stay, she promised to return. Ruane’s promise was both a threat to their father, and a kindness to her little sister. Everane heard rumours, as the Turns went on, that her sister came to call Dalibor Weyr home. Everane dreamt of one day being like her big sister, taking off to have adventures. Ruane meant the world to her, and Everane’s world became centred around the young woman’s Turnly visits.
It was at the age of five, when she left her parents’ home to say good-bye to Ruane, that the voices began. At first, being the child that she was, she thought that Ruane had given her a gift. She suspected that the voices were her sisters way of remaining close to her, and she carried on with this belief for several Turns. The voices were soft at first, like mere whisperings. They comforted her at the worst of times, and bolstered her at the best of times. When they were gone, she willed them back. The whisperings were infrequent, and so occasionally Everane forgot about them.
The small girl tired of learning from her mother alone. While her mother was well-educated, Everane longed to be like the other children whom were permitted to practice with the Hold’s harpers. The small blonds father didn’t want to take the risk of being found out by men whom could rob him of his livelihood, and so he bade his daughter to forget such foolish nonsense. He declared that she was to be a beastcrafter, and therefore had everything she required right here at home.
It was rare that Everane got to play with the children from the neighbouring farms, but occasionally they made their way over (as wandering children could rarely be leashed). She made a few friends, though none she was comfortable enough telling her secret to. No, her secret was hers, and hers alone.
At the age of eight Turns, the voices grew stronger. The small blond grew more adventuresome, willing to risk her fathers rage to escape for a little while. Out into the fields she went, hoping to find the source of the voices she heard. Her favourite place was the market, for the voices were strongest there. It frightened her as much as it pleased her, for she thought herself to be a freak. If only she’d had a proper mentor, or someone she felt she could confide in, then they could’ve put her suspicions to rest.
She didn’t wish for Ruane to take her gift away, or to think there was something wrong with her. So, rather than admit she was a freak, she kept her secret to herself. The older she got the more determined she became to find the source of the voices. With age came maturity, and with maturity came a better understanding of the world around her. Everane, at the age of ten Turns, put two and two together. The voices were not random whisperings of well wishes and attempted comfort. No, the voices were bits of conversation. The conversation she heard came from, not humans, but dragons. She could hear the dragons… What did this mean?
Everane found herself venturing away from home more and more, mostly to seek out the dragons (whom she came to consider her friends). In reaching out to them, Everane feared she was doing wrong. Reluctant to get in-trouble with her father, she would often retreat the moment they took note of her.
There were times when she willed the voices away. Worried that she had angered them, she would hide in her room and cry whilst they wailed and keened. Thread raged on outside the doors to her families farm whilst the dragonmen, and their beloved beasts, fought in the skies. If only she had been able to put two and two together; everything would have made sense… Like every person she had come to encounter in her life, Everane realized that the voices, too, weren’t always kind. There were times when she resented her sister for leaving. She couldn’t help it; she hated to be alone.
At the age of ten, her father decreed she was to be a beastcrafter. The man had announced that she was to follow in his footsteps, many a time, before. Now however, she was to be a true apprentice. The small blonds chores doubled, and she no longer had as much time to go exploring. Her father demanded that she no longer be a burden to their family, but pull her weight. Angry at first, Everane suspected she had no other choice. She longed to be with Ruane, at Dalibor.
The young apprentice lay awake at night, imagining what Weyr life was like. She often dreamed of what it would have been like to be raised by Ruane, instead of her parents. When Ruane visited, she kept conversation light and casual. She wanted her sister to have a less pessimistic view of the world, which Everane both appreciated and despised. Everane wanted to know the truth, which everyone seemed bent on keeping from her.
On her twelfth turn-day, Ruane gifted her a dagger. The dagger was beautifully crafted, with an inscription on the blade that read: “Bring the rane.” To this day, it is one of her favoured possessions. She keeps it on her person, always, never letting it out of her sight. Ruane told her that someday she would teach her how to properly use it, so she could always feel safe (even when she wasn’t around).
It was on her thirteenth turn-day that Ruane brought her an unforgettable gift. The flit egg hatched out a pink, whom quickly became her best friend. Ruane told her that, if she ever needed her, she could send the pink. Everane, knowing full well that she’d needed Ruane every day of her life, simply nodded in response. The small blond called her new flit Kirby, a fitting name for the food-obsessed creature. When Ruane left, Everane was determined to train her new flit to be her eyes and ears. The longer she waited to tell her sister about her ability, the harder it became. She didn’t want Ruane to be mad at her for having kept it secret all these Turns. Even so, she wasn’t ready to talk about something she didn’t well understand.
The small blonds thirteenth turn was tedious. Her father pushed her harder and harder to take on the brunt of the farms work. She didn’t want to work on the farm, as much as she loved her fathers runners. Runners were an escape for the girl, much in the same way they were for Ruane. She had taught herself to ride, much to her mothers heartache. The older woman feared that Everane would ride off and never return-like Ruane.
It wasn’t Ruane that took Everane away from her family, but the dragons. Upon turning fourteen, Everane found herself needing a change. Ruane had sent her a letter some time ago, explaining that she was a weyrling now and wouldn’t be able to visit for at least eighteen months. That, to Everane, felt like an eternity. Her sister was going to miss her turn-day. Ruane had never missed her turn-day before… Frustrated, Everane planned to run away. She wanted to be with Ruane, and a dragonrider. She had always dreamt of becoming a dragonrider, and wondered if her ability would make the dragonmen take her with them.
Sneaking out in the dead of night, Everane took very few things with her. She had her dagger, some clothes, marks, and Kirby. Kirby guided them to where the dragonriders had gathered in one of the fields, dropping off passengers. She bluntly told them who she was, what she wanted, and what she could do. She didn’t want to appear weak, or have them think her a fool. The bluerider, well sceptical of her claim, and her sudden appearance, trusted his blue. The dragon assured him that what the girl said was true and, what was more, he’d Searched her. After further conversation with the man, Everane gained safe passage to Dalibor Weyr.
Adoption Preference: Transfer only ~
SubQueen Impressible: No.
A spastic dragon would be lulz, but otherwise I 'dun care.
She is a really bubbly person, but you can make her has a sad--sure.
Eh... make her cry if you want. lol
"'Tis but a scratch!"
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