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Isfan
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STATS
Name: Isfan
Age: 25
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Class: Quiet Loner with a Mission Description:
Isfan is small, a little short and a little skinny, with pale skin, pale
brown eyes and straight dark brown hair that she has a tendency of wearing
loose around her shoulders. She has a pleasant disposition, is readily
agreeable and almost always can be found with snacks in her pockets for
children and little misbehaving fledgling dragons.
More home among the dragons than with other humans, she can often be found
wherever it is that dragons congregate, especially little ones who are
unbonded and independent.
Personality: Isfan is quiet, not shy, she just
doesn't like to speak unless she has something worthwhile to say. She is
smart and patient, and would be a good leader or carer of young ones,
always able to connect with the littlest dragons. One day, she wants to be
a Weyrling master of some sort, but she doesn't have her own dragon yet,
and isn't quite sure if there is a dragon that is right for her at the Vella
Crean.
She likes to spend time with dragons, both bonded with riders and not, and
seems to prefer their companionship over other humans.
Short Bio: Isfan's mother is a Light Court dragon rider, and she
doesn't quite know what to do with her daughter. She thinks this
secondment would be a good opportunity for Isfan to travel the world, make
friends, maybe see if there is something out in the Nexus that she wants
to do and be part of.
Skills: Observation, High Social IQ, Loved by Dragons
Enjoys: Quiet, Teaching the young and Dreaming Big *-;-*-;-*-;-*-;-*-;-*-;-*-;-*-;-*-;-*-;-*-;-*-;-*-;-*-;-*-;-*-;-*
MEETING
Isfan was sitting on the beach, surrounded by young
dragons and a few stray children as she told stories of the Vella Crean.
None of those around her had ever been and the descriptions of the island
statewith it's more advanced technology and large labs left the children
aorund her wide-eyed. But other than that, the two places were very
similar. Both dragonries existed on islands. Both had roots on another
distant planet called Pern and both , though self-sustained, preferred to
get a lot of their goods through inter-Nexus trade.
Isfan continued her stories, telling of her life at the Vella Crean as the
daughter of dragonriders. It had always been expected that she would bond.
In fact, connecting to dragons came so easy, she wondered if she would
ever experience an actual bond. In a sense she felt connected to most
dragons around her. She was waiting for that special one but also a bit
afraid of what it would mean. Would a formal bond sever her from feeling
as much of the other minds around her?
That niggling fear was holding her back and she knew it. But still she
hadn't been able to take the plunge. Maybe the dragons all knew she was
afraid and so none had yet bonded her. Maybe there really was only one
dragon in her future and she would just have to trust luck or fate to find
them. Maybe she would never bond a dragon. So many maybes warred in her
mind. Isfan knew she'd never be apart from dragons regardless of bonding
one. There was not a strand of hair on her head that could imagine life
without being around dragons. At least that much she was certain of.
Suppertime came and Isfan watched as dragons flew off and children ran
home. She stood up, brushed the sand of her clothes and walked along the
shore. Talking of home had made her a bit homesick. She still wanted to
see the world. But maybe she should go home in the near future to visit
her parents. The exchange programm had seemed like such an exciting
prospect but she still felt much the same as wehn she'd been home.
Across the dunes, a different entity was watching the young woman walk.
Lost in thought as she was, she was transmitting her hopes and fears for
all to hear. Well, mostly to draconic telepathic hearing. Shadesoul
doubted the humans would pick up on the thoughts unless their bonds or
companions told them. Shadesoul ached for the young woman. She deeply
understood the worries and uncertainties life brought and though she was
an optimist at heart, she had experienced enough to be sympathetic to a
lot of other moods.
Shadesoul would never know what it was that spurned her to move. Maybe it
was the sad melancholy that tugged at her heart. Or the romantic light of
the setting sun that made her long for a happy ending. Or maybe it was
just knowing somebody needed her. Whatever the case, Shadesoul stepped
forward and spoke with her voice and not her mind:
"I'm new here. Would you know a decent place to
eat?"
As a conversation starter it did it's job. Istfan looked up, hastily
blinking away a single tear that had escaped her eyes. She collected
herself and smiled:
"There are a few places with good food but it depends on what you like."
"I wouldn't mind some company. I saw you talking to
those little ones before and you seem like a good talker."
"Hardly. But I hope to be a weyrlingmaster or teacher some day. Maybe the
first is not in my cards."
"Because you have no bond?" Shadesoul asked,
putting the earlier thoughts together with the girl's current sadness.
"Surely you know that their are other paths then
bonding."
Isfan looked confused.
"Not all dragons wish to bond. Especially those that
don't need it to live."
"Huh, I didn't know that."
All her life she'd figured dragons bonded at hatching. Some even lost
their lives when their bond died, though she knew at least some were able
to rebond. So thinking on it, maybe it stood to reason that some species
would have other needs.
"I want to learn more about that." slipped from Isfan's lips.
"I wouldn't mind telling you. I'm happy to see
you're feeling better."
Shadesoul hatched at
The Burrow
STATS
Name: Shadesoul
Gender: Female
Description:
*Parents: Black-Red-White
Echo x Black-White-Red
Horntail
*Species: Hybrid Mutt (25% Hivewing, 12%Godspawn,
12%Saashiyovi, 25%Angel Dragon, 25%Nightmourner)
*Size: 9'4" at the shoulder
*Official Coloration:
Red-Blue-Lavender
Personality: Joyful, Shy, Sympathetic
Abilities:
*Narcotic Magic*: The ability to
ingest strands of magic spun from their tail, causing euphoria,
hallucinations, and dulling pain.
It has a much stronger effect on creatures other than themselves. Abuse of
the narcotic can be fatal.
*Shapeshifting (Dragon-Human Spectrum)
*Telepathy
*Verbal Speech
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EXPLORING
Isfan had left Lantessama behind and had joined Shadesoul
on her travels. It had seemed a waste not to go as both intended to see
the same things. They got along well and knew one another's moods. Isfan
had been surprised to find out that Shadesoul was in fact a dragon. With
her shifter qualities she usually appeared human when visiting a new
place. It made for less trouble although the Nexus hubs had no real fear
of dragons. But having a dragon around did cut down on travel cost. Even
if Shadesoul could not Teleport as some of the other dragons species
could, they still managed to get around with a little help from locals and
the few intelligent races that employed space travel.
No day was ever the same, even if the two mostly kept to themselves.
Shadesoul being shy and Isfan being quiet meant that conversation around
them usually died except for the most talkative of people, and those
mainly just talked away while the both of them listened so you couldn't
call it a real conversation. But they managed to see and learn a lot.
At times they found their way back home to the Vella Crean, the Burrow or
even to Lantessama. But they never stayed long as new places were calling
out to them constantly.
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Lantessama Isle
Character created by Naeodin from the Vella
Crean
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