Post by ‡§åkørü‡ on Nov 17, 2010 19:55:23 GMT -8
Name: Rez'mat (Reziamat)
Age: 23 years
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Rank: Greenrider; Wingletmaster
Location: Eyrie
Personality:
One of the words that has been used to describe Rez'mat is "grumpy," and it suits her very well. There's rarely a day that dawns welcomed by the greenrider, partly because she loathes the perceived idiocy of other people. Her simourv's habit of protecting her doesn't seem to help this; it's given her a bit of a liking for isolation. This, along with her long history of blacksmithing, probably contributes to her habit of getting up early every single morning - it's both solitary and habitual. Not only that but she's very pessimistic, and abides by Murphy's law: if something can go wrong, it will go wrong.
Unfailingly a smart-aleck, the greenrider loves to mock others and it's one of the few things that puts a grin on her face. Sarcasm is her language of choice, though she won't use it on people she doesn't know very well - at least, not if they're riders. Common people, however, are fair game. Rez'mat also has a problem with thinking she's a lot brighter than everyone else. While this is partly true - she's a brilliant fighter and filled with common sense, but intellectually, she falls short of the mark. Neither stupid nor particularly genius, the rider is nonetheless inclined to think that she is, and this creates much friction between her and other people.
Rez'mat is a born brawler. She is quick to offense and to draw her blade, but also quick to forget a grudge. Despite her skill at fighting and her habit of pointing it out, the greenrider has a good heart and, if a friend really needs her, she will let down her thorny barriers enough to help them out. Strangers, however, are nothing to her and there's no chance of getting into her heart until you've spent rather a lot of time with her. Regarding children, those small people had best just stay far away from Rez'mat because she can't stand and won't tolerate them. She openly admits that she'd be a terrible mother, partly because she loathes kids and partly because she's too wrapped up in her simourv to care very much about anyone else. For Esmareph, however, the greenrider knows no end of affection, exasperating though the green might be at times.
Appearance:
Rez'mat's face is moderately pretty, as faces go. Large, dark green eyes are set above high cheekbones, which settle on each side of a straight-edged nose. Her brows are dark and slightly angled, thin sharp lines that give her face a permanently irritated expression. The greenrider's lips are full and pouty, and not all that wide - in fact, it looks a little as though she's pursing them most of the time. Straight black hair frames her face, falling to her shoulderblades, where it is cut off in an abrupt straight line. Her bangs are long, spiky and sideswept, covering one eye, and Rez'mat can only occasionally be persuaded to pin them aside. Flying is one of these occasions; if there is a koxi attack or she has to pay attention to where Esmareph is going, she will pin her bangs out of the way.
In terms of build, Rez'mat is nothing special. She's fit and lean from her work as a rider, but at 5'2", she doesn't really strike an imposing figure. Though she has a decent form, there aren't many curves on the greenrider and those that are present aren't very defined. She has average-sized breasts, average-sized hips... average everything, really, except for her face.
Clothing is nothing to Rez'mat. Her riding gear is her outfit of choice, and next to that, she tends to wear plain wool or linen clothes. They tend to fit nicely but they don't necessarily 'flatter' her - the greenrider doesn't care about such things. Fancy clothes, for her, are few and far between; she possesses one green dress, one blue dress and one black one, but all of them are simple, though nice-looking.
Family:
Mother: Razira, 47, weaver
Father: Tablan, 49, blacksmith
Siblings: None.
Pets:
None.
ESMAREPH
Simourv Name: Esmareph
Simourv Color: Green {07250F}
Simourv Age: Four years
Personality:
Esmareph is not quite your typical green. She's flighty, yes, and sometimes flirty, but mostly she is wildly and often viciously protective. Defending Rez'mat means everything to her and there is very little the simourv won't do to keep Hers out of harm. Aside from her extremely protective nature, Esmareph tends to be almost as grumpy as her rider. Prone to snapping and growling, the green strongly dislikes anything to do with optimism and can be very harsh with what she says. Nonetheless, she has a soft spot for children and other young creatures, and likes to make them happy. This does not, however, mean that she'll go 'easy' on them - she's just nicer about being a perfectionist. For a perfectionist the green most certainly is; everything must be done exactly right or she isn't happy at all. And by exactly right, she means exactly, flawlessly, perfectly and beautifully right. Imperfection is simply not allowed, and as a result the simourv tends to force her rider to do things perfectly, too.
For all her terribly perfectionist and moody habits, however, Esmareph is very gentle when Rez'mat is in no perceived danger. Immediately after eating she is frequently in this kind mood; otherwise she is often grumpy. Over-defensive, Esmareph also tends to cut people off with her arguments before they have a chance to say what they want to, fearing that she is being accused of something. Of course, she's rarely actually been accused of anything, but it appears to have become a habit for her to resist others' arguments.
Appearance:
Esmareph is no small green. Measuring at 42'5" in length, she is built lean and powerful, like a whipcord, though she has an abundance of fluffy feathers. Bright yellow eyes stare out of her face above light green streaks and a still lighter beak. Her legs are the same shade as her beak. Her feathers are a dark green in hue, her shoulders a dark olive green, and the feathers above her forelegs a lighter olive. White dominates her belly, stripes her shoulders and edges the pale yellow flight feathers of her wings, and also forms a pale mask across her face. On her haunches are dark gold patches, beginning in the middle of her back, which abruptly change to a bright lemon-yellow on her thighs. An olive-green stripe runs down each side of her tail, and the bottom of it is the same dark gold as can be found on the simourv's haunches. A few feathers in her tail are lemon yellow too. All in all, Esmareph is quite a pretty creature.
Parentage:
Wild Grey X Wild Black
History:
Reziamat's history of growing up in Sayaie was never a terrible one. Born as the first and only child of Razira and Tablan, she was treated with a great deal of love and adoration by her family. Her parents valued girls, though Reziamat was sure that they only did so because that was all they had. Nonetheless, she was never quite content even in her earliest years. There was always something she wanted, though half the time she couldn't figure out what it was. She'd no particular love for weaving so she asked, at seven years old, for her father to teach her the art of blacksmithing.
She threw herself into it with all her heart. Hammering the metal, shaping it, seeing the cherry-red flame blaze through a ploughshare - Reziamat loved it all. Her father was proud of her enthusiasm; when she turned fifteen he lorded it over his friends that his daughter was a competent blacksmith - better than competent, in fact. Perhaps she wasn't perfect at her craft, he said, but there were few mistakes in her work and they were never serious. Her hammer, he said, beat as steadily as her heart - and it was true. Reziamat never gave up on blacksmithing, no matter how angry she got at her projects. If she ruined something by accident, she started over and kept at it until she got it right, regardless of whether she had to work until three in the morning or not. Her passion for work inspired people; at sixteen she began to receive commissions for her projects, and earned a few diasks for her own spending.
Though the young smith's relationship with her father was very close, she was less attached to Razira. The personalities of the two females clashed; both were moody and mocking. Both adored Tablan because of his easygoing, cheerful nature - and the pride that went with it. In accepting projects this was sometimes an issue: everything had to have a personal twist put on it, regardless of whether commissioners wanted it or not. His prideful nature came to be known among his customers, and the label was inherited by his daughter. She too took offense if someone disliked the spin she put on her work; more hard-headed than her father, she also earned the dubious honour of having 'to be taken exactly as she is.' It was absolutely impossible to change her. Stubborn and resolute, she left impressions in the minds of almost every single customer that asked her to make something: if she wanted to put her own twist on it, she had better be allowed to do so.
All the same, Reziamat's life was an excellent one. Age nineteen rolled around and she found herself attracted by weapons; making swords and arrowheads was a hobby of hers and she found success in selling some of her creations. And then she heard of a group of hunters going out on an expedition. Excited, she volunteered to go with them, promising to return to her family's shop when she could.
It didn't happen, of course. Elated to be among those who discovered the wild grey's clutch, Rez'mat flung herself into helping the giant simourv when she could, and she respected the huge creature with no reservations. When the clutch hatched, she stood eagerly by, waiting for Impression as the other young people Impressed.
And then one of the core eggs began to rock. It jerked, tipping to each side in exactly incremental amounts. It split evenly in half - two nearly perfect pieces fell away to reveal a green chick. She snorted, rising to her feet with a stern snort. What were all these people doing around here? And why, oh why, weren't they arranged nicely? It was such an ugly pattern - no rhyme or reason to it at all!
The green chick stalked to the waiting candidates immediately, kicking dust up behind her as she walked over and quite deliberately shoved Reziamat onto the ground. Stand up straight or I'll push you over again, Rez'mat. Just so. That's okay - better than these other people. They're arranged so ridiculously. Your Esmareph will defend you from them forever, Mine. To the death, the hatchling declared.
And with that, Rez'mat was changed. She joined the other riders at the Eyrie, and, as soon as Esmareph could fly, she began to fly back home and visit her parents regularly. Though her life as a rider kept her incredibly busy, she still found time to do blacksmithing projects on the side, and the belt knife and sword she wears are both of her own making. Esmareph's riding harness is also embellished with a few trinkets of her rider's making. Somehow Rez'mat has managed to find time for both her duties and her hobbies; she loves her life at the Eyrie (if not all of the people).
