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Character Name:
Eros
Pronounced: air-ohs Nick Name: Ros Gender: Female Rank: Wingrider Journeywoman Age: 23 Birthplace: Unknown, the earliest place she remembers is a camp on a rode between Crom and Telgar Holds, at age three. Mother: Erbana, Cotholder's wife, Cothold north of Telgar, 39 Father: Rowark, A Master Miner, Crom Hold, 70 Siblings: Several half siblings on either side, none she really associates with. Significant Other: Zacarry, JourneymanSmith, Telgar Weyr, 24, killed in the disaster. Children: A little boy Zacros "Little Zac", 5 turns old. Height: 5'7" Build: She's skinny, muscular from turns in the Miner craft, she's got small curves, but they're there in all the right places. Hair: Down just past her shoulder blades, Onyx black, and silkie, she keeps it tied back at the nape of her neck in a low pony tail, almost all the time. Eyes: Deep Amber, that sparkle, and flash with her mood. Anything you feel would help describe your persona better: She's got a smile that could melt hearts, but she hasn't used it since she lost her weyrmate. She usually just smirks or grins, but it never really reaches her eyes anymore, and even her eyes have dulled, they don't flash or spark with her temper or amusement anymore... Habits: She's quiet, doesn't really talk unless she's spoken to first, except if she really has to. She plays with the simple silver band on her finger that Zacarry made her, when she's nervous... Hobbies: Zacros, Foxith, sewing, painting, reading, swimming, rock climbing...
Personality:
She's quiet, and can be mistaken for being timid... But she's a
miner, not much scares her, she's just quiet, because she
doesn't think she has that much of interest to say, as there's
not much interesting in the mines, and at a weyr almost everyone
else knows what it is to be a rider, so she doesn't talk much,
she's kind of reserved, not much for physical contact with
anyone, save her son, she'll hug him, carry him, and kiss his
little cheeks, but anyone else touches her, and she jumps, or
moves rapidly away, in defense. She seems sad lately, though she
hides it as best she can, but it's most obvious when her son
asks her about his 'Daddy' or 'Big Zac'.
Backgroud: Born
of a Cotholder's young bride-to-be, and a traveling Masterminer,
she was wanted by niether as she'd been the product of a
sevenday long tryst between the pair. Her mother shipped her off
to be with her father, and her father gave her over to one of
his Journeyman to raise, who had a son about a turn older then
her.
Her first memory is moving with the Journeyman's family from Crom Hold to Telgar Hold, they'd taken a break, and she was in the feild with Zacarry, who would become her closest friend... They grew up together, best friends, thick as thieves. His parents weren't fond of her, but they took care of her out of favor to her father. At ten she entered the mining craft, while Zacarry went into Smithing. They were apart for about four turns, and found one another again, when he was picking up ore from the mine... They kept in touch, and at fifteen turns, she wanted to hand fast him, in secret, as his parents had grown to hate her for her choice of following in her father's craft, no one knows if they went through with it or not, and she's never said. She did continue her Miner training up till a few months before the disaster that shook Pern. She went with Zacarry to a Hatching at Telgar Weyr out of strict curiosity, and she ended up impressing from the stands, even though she knew very little about Dragons... Zacarry moved to the weyr, to craft for them, making pots, pans, buckles, and any other metal items they needed, and he kept the required distance from her till she graduated... A couple months later it was discovered that she was pregnant, and they soon had thier son Zacros, who Zacarry dubbed 'Little Zac'. They shared a weyr, and Zacarry took care of thier son, or took him to the nursury during the day while he had to work his craft. They were a happy family, till a few months ago. She'd just gotten back from sweeps, Zacarry had been working his craft, and as it was only few days before Zacros's fifth birthing day, she picked him up from the nursery, and was going to take him up to their weyr when everything went bad... Zacarry got trapped in the forge room, Foxith having spoken a lot to the Journeyman smith told Eros he'd been killed. Foxith wouldn't tell her how, though the green knew, and knew it would hurt her rider even more to know he'd burned. She did however tell her's that Zacarry had said he'd loved them, and to get away, to get out of there... Eros had been torn, between saving their son, and wanting to save her mate. Foxith had put her foot down when she felt the man pass, and demanded her rider get on, with the child. Apolloyn had been a gift from Zacarry. two turns prior, and had come running up just in time, to be gathered onto the green's back. She'd taken them up, and away... They'd met up with the other survivors at the meeting point on safe ground, away from their former home, they'd stayed there for a few sevendays, trying to find more survivors, and properly bury, or /between/ the dead. She just received Transfer papers to Free Falling, she's giving up her crafting never wanting to be in a mine again, having had to use her mining skills to rescue some of the bodies, and some of the survivors... She hopes she and her son will be safe there, to start a new life here, and let her heart heal...
Name: Foxith
Color: Green Age: 8 Sire/Dame: Brown Gallahath/ Gold Fionath Personality: Timid, and quiet, though if someone makes her rider upset she has a vicious tongue, and a temper, she will not let anyone harrass hers. She has a soft spot for her lifemate's hatchling, and she lets him climb all over her, she doesn't mind him, like some might mind sharing thier lifemate with another that depends heavily on the rider, but the way she sees it, is she's got two people to look after her. Sometimes she'll speak to Zacros, but usually she's quiet. Wing: Dream Chasers Wing Weyr Impressed at: Telgar Weyr
Pet Name:
Apolloyn, or 'Polly' as Zacros calls him.
Age: 3 turns Color: Snow white Species: Canine Personality: Being a large canine, he looks vicious, with his shoulder coming close to Eros's hip, but he's a gentle soul, he's playful as a puppy, and extremely gentle with Zacros, he's more his canine then Eros's, and many times, when Eros is out with him and Zacros the little boy will ride him like a runner with little objection from him.
Hold/ Hall:
Miner Craft Hall, Crom Hold
Craft: Miner
Time spent in craft: 13 turns Rank: Journeywoman
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