Name Pronounced: VEE-ree-ann
Virian is beautiful and she has always known it. On the taller end of normal at 5'9", she is gifted with proportionately well-endowed womanly assets and maintains an athletic physique as is common among riders. Her skin is a warm toffee shade marked by the typical scars of an active lifestyle, save for one significant anomaly - a latticework of scar tissue that covers her left shoulder from collarbone to bicep, and stretches across her shoulder blade. She is lucky to still have use of the limb, but scarring has only reduced its full range.
Immaculately groomed and never anything but well-dressed outside of required riding gear, the woman takes great pride in her appearance. Chocolate colored brunette hair is long with cultivated waves, only ever worn up out of necessity. Dark eyes so deeply brown as to be nearly pitch have a mysterious depth and a playful gleam. Since The Incident, she has a great deal more time out of riding leathers and does not waste it.
Personality: Virian is the type to always strike first, never giving anyone the chance. Anyone dumb enough to hit back finds themself up against the walls she's built and the glossy proverbial armor she wears. Her anger is legendary and fuse short, often spoken of prior to introductions as a warning to avoid it. Though Elloryth's influence has tempered this some, she can still be extremely volatile.
History: Virian comes from a small minehold in Bitra's Steng Valley, Searched before she could choose a craft of her own. She spent a great deal of time as a candidate in Benden Weyr waiting for the golden egg she KNEW she was destined for, standing for hatching after hatching only to be left on the sand broken-hearted. She met and bonded with a fellow candidate by the name of Benemir, becoming inseparable in short order. Together they stood for the next hatching and together they Impressed; Benemir walked away with bronze Khanorth as B'mir and Virian with green Elloryth. Weyrlingnood passed uneventfully with only a few minor escapades, pranks never so severe they were punished with anything more than extra chores. Constantly around one another thanks to Elloryth's unusual devotion to Khanorth, their relationship blossomed into something /more/ than friendship. Attempting to choose a label only complicated things, neither cut-out for monogamy, but also unwilling to part.
Information about Virian's dragon
Dragon Name: Elloryth
Wing (Weyrling Group): WeyrlingMasters
Appearance: An average sized green dragon, neither very big nor very small, with a hide the color of fresh leaves. She could be considered a beautiful dragon aside from the twisted knot of scarring that stretches from her shoulder to her flank on her left side, and the depression remaining on her chest where flight muscles never fully regrew.
Personality: Elloryth is a peacemaker. She has never been truly angry (as far as Virian can recall), her patience as close to infinite as it comes unless her rider's life is endangered. She can't stand to see others in distress, often sticking her green nose where it doesn't belong in the attempts to mediate a fight or cheer someone up. The sort of dragon that you could leave in charge of a toddler and know it would be well looked after, she is gentle as a lamb.
Weyr of Origin: Benden
Abilites and weaknesses: Very limited stamina, difficulty maneuvering, unable to fly Threadfall. Can still /between/ and fly, but for short periods. Suited to the transport of passengers and light freight.
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