Name: D'vika
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: wlw
Former Craft: Apprentice Smith
Origin: Igen
Rank: Weyrling

Appearance: D'vika is a well endowed woman of ample curves and ample strength. Just because her hems need to be let out more often than taken in doesn't mean she can't pick you up and toss you over her shoulder with barely a grunt. She's of a respectable height, maybe 5'9 tops, but it's her width rather than her height that gives her the impression of great size.

D'vika's forearms, forehead and the apples of her cheeks all bear small circular scars from turns of sparks and stray flecks of hot metal finding exposed flesh. The worst being the top of her right arm and the palm of her left hand. Both burns resulted from a bad case of 'it'll be ok just this once. What's the worst that could happen?' usually around the wearing of safety gear.

Her skin is generally a middling brown shade that darkens considerably in summer. Heavy tan lines are a fact of life she has accepted easily. Her dark brown eyes are usually turned up in a smile or laugh and her blue-black hair rings her head in loose, but short, ringlets. (Has she ever told you burning hair smells horrible?)


Personality: Passionate, Organized, Reliable, Affectionate
Rejects change, High strung, wavering self-confidence

First things first. She may be a dragonrider now, but first and foremost D'vika is an artist. D'vika likes nothing more than to lose herself into her work, tuning out the world around her and putting charcoal, oils and paint to whatever surface she can reach. She'll draw, she'll carve, she'll twist and shape bits of wire or metal she can get her hands on. She'll pluck away at an old and perpetually out of tune guitar and she's even been known to pick up a needle and thread when the muse strikes. Every avenue of creative expression she can conceive of, she's tried. Even if others don't particularly thrill at the sight of the monstrosities she creates she loves every one of them like they were her own children. Everything is a masterpiece in her eyes.

D'vika has an intense need for organization in her life which is at odds with the strange and abstract pieces she crafts. You may not be able to tell at first but every single thing in her personal quarters and life has it's own category and spot that it belongs in. Every action has a timeslot and almost everything she does is planned down to the minute, even her rest time. She dislikes large changes (such as moving) and once she's settled into a routine or location she wants to stay there indefinitely.

Also, she is Clean. With a capital C. D'vika bathes first thing in the morning and then again once she's back from the forges or whatever else she's been doing. She can get as dirty and messy as she wants while working, so long as she has the ability to bathe the moment she's done. D'vika's bed is made every morning and all of her projects and tools put back in their places every night. She has a hard time visiting others weyrs or work spaces because any bit of disorder puts her on edge and she has to fix it before she can be comfortable in the space.

Just as she can give herself whole-heartedly to her work, put a little (or a lot - she's no lightweight) of liquor into her and D'vika will party like there's no tomorrow. Expect clothes to disappear, loud raspy singing, and a joyful disregard for anyone's personal space. While she doesn't do this often, preferring to keep her socialization to smaller intimate groups of close friends, D'vika will burn herself out in an explosive blaze of energy a couple times a turn. It's quite a sight to behold. It's just a pressure release though and afterwards she could go weeks without even seeing someone outside of classes and drills.

When it comes to love and romance, D'vika acts like someone who wants a long term hopelessly in love kind of life... but in reality trying to maintain a romantic relationship is tiring and ultimately not worth the effort. Flirting, chasing, seducing and being chased in return is fun... but after a month or two she'd really rather do her own thing. Every partner so far has ended up entirely too clingy (which admittedly is basically any form of interest that doesn't involve someone waiting on her to contact them first). Plus flirting is too fun to give up in the face of someone's jealousy.

History: Born just south of Fort, Dovika was raised as a fairly rambunctious daughter to a moderately large holder family. She spent a lot of her free time roaming around the docks and open marketplaces along the shore generally getting underfoot with a pack of local children. Dovika, an early bloomer, was on average a half head taller than most of her playmates at any given time and as such was often the lookout and first to shout warning when trouble (in the form of adults, authorities, or a rival gang of children) was brewing.

She was apprenticed quickly to the local blacksmith once she came of age. It wasn't glamorous and he was no Master but a girl of her size and energy, with her uncanny ability to lose herself in whatever project she set herself too, was more than welcome in his shop. Dovika, while she didn't exactly anticipate this being her life's work, was open to the opportunity to create. There was something exciting about how she could take these blank lifeless chunks of metal and through her own power give them life and a purpose.

Large families seemed to be the 'in thing' and as such, Searches of their hold ran with more frequency than others of a similar size. It was a common (if frowned upon) practice among the children to place bets on who would be searched each turn with whatever marks they could get their hands on. For the most part, the adults let it slide so long as no fights broke out over the money and no one was caught stealing. Despite her apprenticeship and without her parents knowledge Dovika was a guaranteed player every time, taking small bets and presenting herself whenever she caught wind of a search rider coming through. when she was around 17 turns old she won herself a hefty little prize pot when the rider on Search chose her as one of a handful to be brought to the weyr that turn. It... did not go over so well with her family, or the smith she was apprenticed to but at that point the search had been offered and the only one who could say no was Dovika.

Dovika would have preformed spectacularly in her candidacy if it hadn't been for a lack of literacy skills. Her physical abilities were on par or better with the rest of her peers but she had severe trouble, even with remedial lessons, learning to read and write fluently, as well as preform basic math problems. She didn't hate learning or her lessons exactly but there was no doubting her relief as the young woman fairly exploded out of her seat the moment she was released every day.

When the plague struck Dovika started to seriously doubt her chances of Impressing... She was already older than many of the other candidates and well... being a rider was suddenly not looking as exciting of a prospect as it had been just a couple turns prior. This past turn had seen Dovika making inquiries to the weyrsmiths about possibly resuming her apprenticeship should her luck run out this time around. At least she had a backup plan.

Naishanth... what a blessing she was. Dovika had got nothing from her egg and her surprise at both it hatching, and the lovely dark-as-the-depths-of-the-lake green making straight for her was immeasurable. Naishanth was a warm quiet cave that stilled everything the world threw at her. She was a subtle song that drove away the cacophany of thoughts that crowded Dovika's mind. She was a world unto herself that only Dovika had access to and it was wonderful.
Other:

Dragon/Wher
Name: Naishanth
Age: Hatchling
Colour: Green
Size: 9' by 2'8"

Appearance: Even as a hatchling it is clear that Naishanth is physically different from her sisters. Her wings are broad, with very little point to them, which strongly suggests that as an adult she will not be as agile as other greens. This impression is not aided by how heavily set the green is, easily outweighing her green clutchmates. Her legs are thick and her chest is deep, not characteristics often associated with greens. Naishanth has a long and rounded face, forming a soft oval for her overly large eyes and headknobs to rest in.


Personality: Naishanth doesn’t like the company of others. It makes her very, very, very uncomfortable. Communicating with others is stressful and difficult for the dragon and she much prefers to be alone. Interactions with other dragons and humans are stressful for her. The mental presence of individuals other than her rider seem to grate against the green’s mind and she finds social interaction simply exhausting. When spoken to by individuals other than her rider Naishanth will often not answer, if she is pushed then they will likely receive a short acknowledgement. Many will come to describe the green as detached or unapproachable. Some will view her behaviour as her being dismissive and looking down at others, while others will just view the green as mysterious as she watches silently from a distance. Her rider is the only one that will ever truly know Naishanth. Know the dragon’s eye for beauty, her ability to see the colour in a seemingly black sky, her keen eye for details. Only they will know that Naishanth loves music and will often hum to herself when alone.
When given a choice Naishanth will hide away in her weyr during the day, sneaking out when night falls and the majority of other dragons are asleep. It is then that she will swim in the lake, or glide softly up to the highest peaks of the Weyr. It in these moments, under the still night sky and in the silence that the dragon can truly think. When peace can quiet the anxieties that claw at her. The idea of being put in the spotlight is enough to practically freeze the dragon in fear and she will try her hardest for that never to be the case. Naishanth’s rider will sadly likely never be able to gain renown, as for them to be seen will make others look at Naishanth and the green will quickly begin to panic and ask them to stop. She does not mean to hold back her rider, but the very thought of the Weyr turning its gaze onto her is enough to send the green fleeing back into their weyr.
Very much a creature of habit, Naishanth becomes very upset when people change her things. Whether that is a routine or how her weyr in arranged, the green likes things to be a certain way. Her rider will quickly come to know precisely where everything should be and when things should happen. If Pern had clocks they could be set by Naishanth’s comings and goings.

Mind Voice: (#035d05) Naishanth’s voice is a soft whisper, carried to the listener on a gentle breeze in a still night. It drifts past, caresses the mind, and then leaves. Even when stood next to her, Naishanth’s voice will be almost imperceptibly soft, it is easy to not hear the dragon at all when other sounds are there to distract.
Inspiration: Noctilucent Clouds

Application Prompt:
D'vika is an artist and frankly more interested in her own creative genius than anything else in the outside world. Sequestering herself away for days when the juices start flowing is not unheard of. When she does socialize it's most often with just one or two close friends though every couple of months or so she gets the bug and will party HARD before withdrawing again in a satisfied, exhausted and probably hungover heap. D'vika will be perfectly fine keeping any personal relationships centered more around herself, than herself and Naishanth. Especially any romantic ones that may develop. D'vika is far more interested in the chase, than the actual settling down aspect of romance.

She's an absolute neat freak and even if her space seems a chaotic riot of color and shape, it's actually highly organized to her specific system and everything goes back right where it belongs when she's finished with it.

Naishanth will be safe from prying eyes. While D'vika likes showing off her creations... it's less about her than about what she has made. She likes putting her work out there but it's not about money or fame it's realy just about making room for more art. D'vika isn't going to be bothered by the fact that her dragon would rather hide in their weyr. So long as they can hear each other D'vika is happy enough to wander off on her own when she does feel the need to get out, enjoying solo forays into public where the goal is more about observation and inspiration.

In D'vika, Naishanth will find someone who shares her love for the beauty found in the world, for quiet nights under the stars, and seeing the way the waterfall splashes in just the right way to mimic a runner's tail. D'vika will likely draw pictures of the things they have seen and discussed and use them to decorate Naishanth's cavern. She may even be able to be Naishanth's hands for creating her own artwork (with D'vika taking the credit of course) someday in the future.

In Naishanth, D'vika will have a calm and quiet precense to retreat to at the end of the day when the chaos and noise of the world becomes too overwhelming for her. When things move to fast, changes come on too jarring and her patience for dealing with people runs thin, Naishanth is there. Naishanth understands how she sees the world differently. She understands her and her point of view better than any humans ever could. What confuses the people around her, Naishanth can see clearly and assure her that yes, it's beautiful in it's own, strange, unorthodox way. I see it too. I see it because of you.