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Name: Aspen Nettle
Gender: Female, prefers Males.
Age: Immortal, youthful-looking (but probably closer to 60 than 20)
Species: Human (Vault Earth/Fallout Universe)
Personality: Pensive, Vain
tan with tattoos
Hair: golden blond, naturally dry, flyaway but often
covered (with a snood), high back
Eyes: light blue
Weapon: Nail Board
Beautiful Beatdown (very fast melee attacks)
(picks locks easily)
Masterful skill with hunting
Special History: Aspen escaped life as a Synth slave from the Institute, and
is being hunted. - note that synths are biologically human, not
mechanical If killed, they drop a mysterious letter in a language you
cannot read and the collar and leash of a beloved pet. She made her way
from Boston to the West Coast.
Occupation: Merchant operating
out of a spot on the West Coast, making a bit of money here and there
Bond: Green Aldoith
Parents: V2Y5 - Gold Zeadenath+Bronze Atoth
Escaping the Institute was about all Aspen had been
doing for the past years. And frankly she was tired of it. Sure her body
didn't age and posed fewer demands than an actual human one would but she
still felt the wear and tear from the life on the run. Even for normal
humans living in a community it was hard work to keep surviving in the
world. But they could help each other. Aspen was tired of running. Tired
of being alone.
For the past weeks she'd found her mind straying more often. Which was
dangerous and told her she was on the brink of exhaustion. And now she
found herself in Paragon City, hiding among the regular humans hoping
she'd be safe for a while in the crowd.
A woman sat down beside her and ordered a drink. A few minutes later, the
woman turned to Aspen and introduced herself as Aretha. As the evening
dragged on, Aretha told her stories about dragons, opportunity and escape
from the grim life they faced here. It all sounded a bit too good to be
true, but what did it matter? If she could get away to another world that
would certainly solve some of her problems. And there was little she
feared aside from the institute. She signed on and just a few days later
she'd been ferried to Pern on the back of a large bronze dragon.
And here she was on Dragonhope. She'd gotten a short instruction from a
man named Keenan and a few others who'd introduced themselves as people
from Dragonhope Weyr she'd see later. Like the Weyrlingmaster and the
Steward. Nothing they said sounded bad. She'd get lodging and training.
Sure she needed to give back a couple of years of working for the Weyr but
afterward she'd be free. Even looking for a catch, Aspen didn't find
And then the call had come. Aspen
followed the other candidates to the Sands and waited for a dragon to come
to her. She was certain one would come. Unperturbed Aspen gazed at the
eggs and just knew when a green dragoness hatched.
"You are mine." She told as she strode toward the hatchling,
picked it up and headed for the waiting tables with food.
Some men wanted to stop her, but seemed to back down when the green dragon
lifted her head and announced.
"She is right, I am called Aldoith and she
is mine as I am hers."
Weyrling training was a breeze compared to her life.
Of course she needed to learn new things. But checking harnesses and
straps was almost as normal to Aspen as breathing. Keeping your gear in
order could save your life. Her weyrlingmaster was very content about her
mindset and often used her as an example for the other students. Aspen
didn't mind, she did seem made to be a dragonrider. She'd long since
stopped dwelling on her previous life and looked only to the future,
certain that the institute wouldn't find her on Pern. And if they did, she
had a dragon now.
"They'd better think twice before attacking
you." Aldoith concurred.
Aldoith soared through the sky. The both of them had
finished weyrlingtraining without a hitch and Aspen had joined one of the
fighting wings. Among her peers she truly felt in her element and she
could see herself remaining here for a long time.
"Then maybe there'd be time to get a bit of
entertainment?" Aldoith suggested.
"What do you have in mind?"
Aspen let the idea simmer a bit. It was a chance to show how good they
were in the air. She'd had enough of being chased though, if anything she
would prefer to chase. She was just about to shoot down the idea when her
dragon offered an interesting proposition.
"Maybe we could do it like that. I could set
traps and ambushes and only allow the one who gets through all of them to
breed me. I need to make certain I get the best male of course. I don't
"I might consider that as a possibility." Aspen agreed.
Dragon impressed at Dragonhope
Weyr 11th Pass Giveaway
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