Post by Kat on May 18, 2010 21:48:17 GMT -8
Name: Ros’n (Rosmarian)
Age: Twenty Two, Winter (+1 from original age.)
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Homosexual, although she usually lets on that she is bisexual.
Rank: Blue Rider, Chydyn Watch Lieutenant
Location: Eyrie
Personality:
Always moving with a frenetic and unstoppable energy, Ros’n’s need for action leads her into reckless behavior. She cannot seem to sit still, and she is always attempting to keep herself in a state of movement. When she is cloistered inside, she becomes impossibly irritable, testy, and miserable. When she is forced to sit still, the girl is always twiddling her thumbs, shaking her leg, or toying with her slick hair. Because of her active nature, she is incredibly impulsive, acting without much thought or premonition, which often leads her into trouble. She is also brash with her language, without much of a filter on her constantly moving mouth, and usually ends up speaking inappropriately and out-of-place. She is brash, because she does not know how to keep her thoughts to herself, and she has an unfortunate propensity to curse, which she blames on her rather impoverished upbringing, despite the lack of correlation between her past life and her negative behavior.
Ros’n’s need for stimulation feeds her curiosity, which is obsessive and consuming. She has to know about everything and be familiar with every place around her. Instead of staying in her room in her spare time, she is prone to exploring the Eyrie, or the area surrounding the Eyrie, solely because she feels as if she must know more about her home. She is curious about more than just place, however; she asks questions to the point of being pestering, and is nosy and intrusive to the people around her. She likes to keep her own life private enough, but she loves to know more about other people. She is often inspired to gossip, although she rarely spreads the information she knows, and really only obsessively seeks it out from other people. She does not want to know about people to harm them; her habit is naïve and innocent in intentions, because her curiosity makes her want information for information’s sake.
Even though she is incredibly disorganized, she seems to hold information in her mind to the extent that she is often on top of her duties. She is intelligent, although not unusually so, but she struggles with abstract thought. She is a woman who understands lists, figures, and memorization, which seems to contrast with her inability to keep her possessions neat. Ros’n is also quite ambitious. She wants to make the best of her position, and she is always trying to better herself, both personally, politically, and socially. She wants to be someone important, instead of no one like the place in the world from which she came, and her whole life is dedicated towards that goal. She trains and learns constantly, even though she often complains about work, and she works with a compulsive aptitude.
Although she is quite unaware of the trait, Ros’n is rather manipulative towards other people. She is beautiful, and she has always been beautiful, and the result is that she is unintentionally manipulative with her appearance. She expects to be treated in a particular way because of her beauty, and she is not above batting her eyelashes or exposing her skin to get what she needs from men. The irony of this behavior is the fact that she is not attracted to men, in any way, a fact she rarely allows people to know entirely. She lets people know that she sleeps with women, but she does not let anyone know that she is not attracted to men.
Ros’n is playful, entertaining, and gregarious; she enjoys human interaction and comradery, and she loves and cares for her friends. She will talk to almost anyone, as she rarely second guesses her initial inspirations, and rather charming in her own way. If she lacked charisma entirely, after all, she probably could not get away with many of her rather inappropriate comments or her whining.
Appearance:
Ros’n is attractive, beautiful even, although part of her beauty may come not from her physical body, but from her assured and confident carriage. She holds herself as if she knows she is stunning, and the result is that the parts of her appearance which are average or unimpressive are outshined by her positive features and seductive capacity. She stands at five feet and four inches and weights one-hundred-thirty pounds, which she holds mostly in her wide hips. She is athletic, because she trains herself and keeps active, and her body is formed of lean muscle. Because of her physical activity, and the strain of being a rider, she has wider shoulders for a woman, and if she lacked her moderate bust-line and hips, she might appear quite masculine in build and appearance, especially because of her square jaw.
Ros’n’s face is square and bulky, especially because of her stubborn and angular jaw. Her eyes are large and slightly upwardly slanted. Hazel in color, her eyes seems to change shades easily due to the surrounding light, leading them to hover ambiguously between brown and green. However, the girl is constantly plagued with a droopy continence, because the area under her eyes is prone to swelling and darkening, when she is tired or sick. Her lips are not large or plump, an attribute highlighted by her habit of tightening them when she is unhappy, angry, stressed, or lost in thought, which thins the lines of her mouth. Freckles dust the bridge of her nose and the area above her lips, and because she spends so much time in the sun, they are always quite prominent and visible, even under her rather tan skin.
Because Ros’n’s skin is always a light brown color, except when it fades to a dustier beige in the winter months, her brown hair seems to be a like shade to her skin. Her hair is significantly darker, but the streaks of gold make it seems quite similar to her creamy skin. Her hair is cropped short, because she feels that it is easier to deal with when it sits above her shoulders, and the cut is rather haphazard and messy. She hacks it off herself, when she feels that it has grown too much, and when she can feel it lingering on her shoulder blades. Luckily, her hair is straight enough that even when it is as short as she keeps it, she can pull it into a short ponytail, which she often does if she is not wearing some sort of ribbon or hat.
While her hair might always be a mess, the woman dresses in the most feminine way she can manage within the confines of her physical and difficult lifestyle. She tailors her jackets to hug her form, and wears tight pants and slim boots. Ros'n also owns a few trinkets from her mother's lifestyle, gold bangles, large earrings, or anklets, which Ros'n wears sometimes because she enjoys their flashiness. She is fond of hair bows to keep back her short hair, and she uses ribbon in many different colors and fabrics. She loves lace and satin, especially, and she owns a rainbow of ribbons in both textures.
Family:
Sundra, Mother, Entertainer, Forty
Pets:
None.
[full size adult] [fledgling] [hatchling] [egg]
[x]
Simourv Name: Wegmeph
Simourv Color: #0066ff
Simourv Age: 4 years. (+ 1 from original age)
Personality:
While Wegmeph, like most blue Simourvs, is calm, he is not serene necessarily; instead he is unusually stern. He has the capacity to remain perfectly still and contained in almost all situations. His calmness is due to his constant state of stoicism. Outwardly, he just does not emote. Of course, to the empathetically connected Ros’n, Wegmeph does feel and express emotion, to the world outside of Ros’n’s and Wegmeph’s head, the creature does not feel. Ros’n, though, will say that her Simourv is pretty unemotional. He is in control of his feelings, a starch contrast to his partner’s all-exposed temperament.
The Simourv likes order, and dislikes when his partner steps out of her place. He is always acting in a way which keeps his partner in line, often resulting to snapping at her physically, with a swap of his claw or a nip of his mouth, to keep Ros’n in line and quiet. He is a creature who focuses on order and discipline, and he follows the hierarchy, and his place in it, even if his bounded partner tends to ignore such restraints.
Wegmeph is also extremely proud. He does not believe he is better in aptitude than any other Simourvs, especially not Simourvs of a higher rank than he, but he takes great pride in the way he follows in his place in the world. He is proud of his disciplined and stoic nature, and the way he is an exemplary blue Simourv.
While he is always bothering, pestering and disagreeing with Ros’n, Wegmeph loves his bound. He is always expressing his love to her privately, despite the fact that he will publically display no intimacy. He coos messages into her mind or nuzzles her in the privacy of their quarters. He is fiercely devoted to Ros’n, and he is also extremely possessive of his partner. When other people are intimate with Ros’n, Wegmeph becomes quite jealous. He is known to go so far as to snarl or glare at anyone who touches Ros’n without permission or reason.
Appearance:
A large Simourv, Wegmeph is burly and thick in build. He is bigger than most Blue Simourvs, both in height and bulk, standing a full 26 feet tall and 51 feet long. He is not just bigger than average, however, he truly looks huge, as his muscle and fat make him a powerful looking force. Because of is size, he is not too, too graceful, and moves in a cumbersome and almost awkward way when he is grounded.
Wegmeph’s body lacks many markings at all, and instead he is uniformly an ice blue color. His legs and talons, though, are not blue. Instead, they are a bright gold color, which stands out against the shade of his feathers. His eyes are oddly, a very similar color, which makes his glare more intense and intimidating. He does have a irregular, almost heart-shaped, white blotch under his left wing, but the spot is not visible if Wegmeph’s wings are folded. Because Wegmeph preens himself often, and Ros’n enjoys grooming him, his feathers are slick and clean looking. They appear almost reflective due to this attribute and their light color.
Parentage:
Wild Gray x Wild Black
History:
While Sundra’s official occupation is that of an entertainer, a dancer in singer, in actuality most of her income has always come from less innocent means. As she has since she was seventeen, the woman performs for the city of Chydyn, where she has lived since she was born. She is not exactly a whore, as she does not define herself in that way, she does sleep around, attached to various men who provide her with the small amount of money she does possess. She does dance and sometimes sing, when she can find occasions to do so, but otherwise she lives off of her lovely appearance. Rosmarian was an unfortunate accident, an occupational hazard, and exactly which man fathered the child is unknown by both Ros’n and Sundra. Neither woman feels a particular need to learn the information.
Because of the instability of Sundra’s lifestyle, Rosmarian basically grew up on the streets. Her mother’s place of living changed often, depending upon which man she was with at the time, and so Rosmarian did not always have a permanent residence. To make the issue worse, the girl resented the men in her mother’s life, and her mother’s attitude towards men, and so she sometimes ran off to live on her own within the walls of the city. Of course, all children were schooled never to leave the city alone, and Rosmarian never wished to die at the hands of the feared koxi. She liked being on her own in the city, as Chydyn, provided the girl with an apt amount of territory to explore. When she lived with her mother, Rosmarian was groomed for a similar profession. She was trained to manipulate and to seduce from an early age, training which unfortunately manifests in her adult personality. When Rosmarian was living on her own, she often picked pockets or stole necessities so she could live. She was a good thief, if only because she was tiny and lithe, and she was always well fed. If she could not provide for herself, Rosmarian would return to her mother, apologetic and demure.
As the girl aged, however, she became more and more anxious and antsy. The city started to bore her, as if she had exhausted all the information she could learn from the city simply by living so intimately with it for such a long time. When she heard about the hunting expedition made up of people around her age, she was eighteen at the time, which felt quite old, Rosmarian begged to be included. She wanted to interact with different people and to explore new places, and the allure of the world outside the confines of her city tempted her into desperation. Eventually, despite her lack of marketable skills, Rosmarian wormed, charmed and manipulated her way onto the group. She could not have been more excited about the whole situation. She did not care that the adventure might be dangerous or even deadly; she only cared that she had gained an opportunity to escape the confines of Chydyn and the humiliation which was her mess of a mother. The outside seemed like a mysterious impossibility, a frontier beyond the horizon of walls which she could not dream about and not touch, until the hunting party.
Even though her excitement sparked many daydreams of the world beyond, what the party discovered was greater and more magnificent than Rosmarian could never conceive. The clutch of eggs, and the aging Gray Simourv, was both a wondrous and sad sight; it was sublime. The gray saddened and distressed Rosmarian more than she would have expected, but the eggs—they filled her with a powerful and mythical feeling of transience. She was so rapt by those eggs, she did not even mind setting up camp and remaining stagnant for an extended period of time.
When the eggs hatched, Rosmarian’s world changed. She was reborn as Ros’n, the bounded partner of the perfect Wegmeph, and the girl who had once been Rosmarian, the brat of the streets, died forever in a flood of empathy for her Simourv. She dedicated herself to Wegmeph, which meant moving with the other candidates to the Eyrie. Ros’n now only wants to fight the koxi, to do what she feels she is meant to do, which should keep her rather occupied and pleased.
