Fallen Stars, a Dragonriders of Pern® PBeM

Name:Pikail
Rank: none
Age: 23

Dragon Name: Azrith
Dragon Color: Green
Dragon Age:6

Brief Description of Persona:

Height: 5"2
Weight: 103 lbs
Hair Colour/Style: she has a short pixie cut, her hair is dark brown, almost black, her hair is always messy, it looks like she just got out of bed and went out the door
Eye Colour: light grey
Complexion: she had permanent racoon eyes from wearing goggles when she flies her face is tanned except where the goggles sit
Facial Features: her lips are full, a little too full for her liking. Her nose is a little crooked from being punched by a jealous woman She always looks like is privy to some secret joke with the corners of her lips turned up in a permanent grin
Build: short and slight of build her personality makes up for her small build
Voice: very feminine voice, but strong and confident, can be very soothing
Identifying Marks: She has an 8inch scar on her right hip and thigh from thread score, she is very self-conscious about it and doesn't like it when her lovers comment on it....which they always do
Jewellery/Weapons: She carries a 6inch blade in her left boot, a heavy silver chain hangs around her neck with a silver pendant that dangles between her breasts (the pendant belonged to her first love who died when her fell from his dragon during a thread fall
Dress: She is rarely in anything other than ridding gear, and she is a minimalist when it comes to clothing, in the privacy of her room she prefers to be in simple loose pants and halters

She appears to be a very happy woman, friendly to all flirtatious with most. She likes to spend her time with Men, as opposed to women, for some reason she feels more comfortable with them. She doesn't have many close female relationships due to the fact most women do not like the obvious sexuality she has, not that she can help it....after all it is part of who she is. She finds the lack of female friendship saddening, and does not understand why woman tend to shun her. Often she seeks comfort in the arms of another, she has had many lovers, most of which she still considers friends. .She can be very fickle and snappish but usually it is only when her bed is filled by her alone. Though she can often be found in another's bed, her heart is closed. She is afraid to love another for fear of losing him. She is often teased about being like one of the boys because of the way she can sometimes hope from lover to lover. She feels no shame at the number of intimate relationships she has, though you will never find her bragging as some men do.
When Azrith is close to rising, for a mating flight, Pikail can become very snappy and short-tempered....as can all green riders. She once had her nose broken right before Azriths flight when a woman from the lower caverns saw Pikail kissing a brown rider the other woman thought she had a claim on. Incidentally, the brown caught Azrith and the two formed a pleasant though short relationship. She can be very maternal, and is always the first to sooth someone in distress. She had a healing touch and would have made a very good healer had she not impressed. She spends most of her waking time with Azrith, though will sometimes seek out a conversation with another over a drink.
She spend most of her time with Azrith and can often go an entire day with out speaking to another human, when speaking with her green she tilts her head to the side, as she listens to the voice in her head. She grows her finger nails long, and is always wearing through the finger tips of her ridding gloves, when someone suggests she cut them, she often looks as is it was suggested she cut off her hands. Her hair is in a constant state of disarray because she is always running her hands through it.

Brief Description of History:

Her father was a brown dragon rider and her mother was a healer, they fell in love when he was injured during thread fall, Her mother died shortly after her birth and Pikail was raised but her mothers sister, who was also a healer. Nothing about her child hood was exceptional, and she followed in her mothers footsteps studying to become a healer until she was brought to stand for hatching at Black Stone Wyer when she was 17. Her father was proud since she was one of the fortunate ones and impressed her first time. She was always considered one of the boys and spent most of her time doing as they did as she grew older it became more obvious she was not just one of the boys. She soon met the man who was to catch her heart, though their love did not become apparent until his brown caught her green on her first mating flight, and from that moment on the two were inseparable, unfortunately they were only together for a few years when he was killed by a fall from his dragon. She struggled with the loss but her Dragon Azrith kept her going. It was only after a year of grieving that she began to get her life back. Now she lives for the moment when she and Azrith can fly. She is open to a relationship, but is subconsciously unwilling to let herself fall in love again. She has had a number of lovers none of which compare to her first love.

Description of Dragon:

An emerald green dragon , her nose has a small light spot, almost yellow, on her left nostril. The wings of the green appear to be a little large for her body.
She is a flirt like Pikail, always teasing the males of her species she loves nothing better than taunting them, though when it come times for her mating flight she is all about business. Holds most women in contempt since she sees how many of them hold her rider with similar contempt. For some reason she really likes fire lizards, and is not bothered by them hanging about her..

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