AceorName Pronounced: as sor Appearance: Standing only a slight 5’ 4” tall and holding about 130 pounds to her this girl seems to have grown all she is ever going to when it comes to height and probably won’t be gaining much if any more weight as she is already rather muscled looking. It isn’t nearly a body builder, but she more has the look of a terra gymnast with lean and long muscles good for bending odd ways and just generally being limber. Personality: She hates to see people in pain or hurting, not just normal pain though mentally suffering, but she also has a good reason. She might not be too close to her father simply because he has been in and out of Ista and because he has a dragon, but she saw how he was after he and Terinth were attacked. It struck a cord in her and she decided right then and there that she wanted to be able to help people like her father. If not for the fact that she was shoved onto the sands by her mother the second she turned twelve she would have gone into Mind Healer, but as it stands she has plans to do as much with it as she can after she graduates. This tendency towards wanting to help those she perceives to been hurting mentally does lead her to appear a bit nosey at times though. Even if she has no proper training she will still pester her classmates if they seem upset or down, usually she will get the hint if someone doesn’t want to talk, but not always. If she feels particularly close to them will keep up longer then she would if she doesn’t and it has annoyed more then one of them already. History: Mother: Acejio, 38 (-18.12.19), Drudge, Ista Weyr Information about Aceor's pets Pet Name: Feather Pet Type: Green Firelizard Appearance: TBA (Artemis) Hatched: 08.18.07.xx Personality: TBA Information about Aceor's dragon Dragon Name: Qavozith Colour: Green Age: 12 Wing (Weyrling Group): Firedance Appearance: Sitting at about 23 feet she is if a bit larger currently then some of her clutchmates average over all for a green. She is fairly well proportioned over all if she is still in need of a bit of muscle, but she is still growing so there is plenty of time for that. Her hide is a right light color over all something of a mint green colouring with hints of a seagreen swirled here and there. The most prominent of the streaks is one almost right over her eyes and muzzle, starting from the tip of her muzzle it washes back towards the base of her head passing over both eyes. Rather odd effect in truth, but she finds it interesting. Hatched: 8.14.05.XX Personality: She has yet to rise her first time and is actually only just starting to notice the males, maybe it is simply where Aceor herself isn’t much into that sort of thing or maybe it’s just that she isn’t quite as emotional in that sort of thing as so many of her colour mates are. She will go from one emotion to another in seconds flat, but she isn’t too much of a flirt. She doesn’t mind being flirted with or complemented, but she doesn’t often flirt back or offer complements in return, at least not in the traditional since. She might call a male handsome, but there is never that flirting tone to it, and one can never forget showing off. She might not be able to use her words to flirt, but she will defiantly show off. Weyr of Origin: Ista Abilites and weaknesses: She might not have the most endurance ever due to the fact that she is still working on being able to fly farther and long, but she can pull off as much trick flying as any green. Though her tricks have to be watched as she has been known to try some that she really shouldn’t do, like fall from the sky only just stopping at the last moment before she hits the bowl it could very easily cause her to seriously hard herself one day but scolding her doesn’t seem to make her stop for very long at all. Information about Aceor's craft Craft: Healer All references to worlds and characters based on Anne McCaffrey's fiction are copyright© Anne McCaffrey 1967,2005, all rights reserved, and used by permission of the author. The Dragonriders of Pern® is registered U.S. Patent and Trademark Office, by Anne McCaffrey, used here with permission. Use or reproduction without a license is strictly prohibited. |