Weyrling Dev of Cream Cupith

[devona]

The Basics

• Name: Dev (Devona)
  
• Age: 17
  
• Gender: Female
  
• Rank: Weyrling
  

Physical

• Hair: cut about chin length, though raggedly. Worn down. Slightly wavy.
  
• Eyes: Cool brown-green
  
• Height: 5'7"
  
• Weight: 140 ish
  
• Defining characteristics: With a slender build, almost bony, and a feline grace, Devona is a strange girl. She has little in common with her roundly feminine mother, and even less with her swarthy, muscular, yet rather short, father. Rather, she is remenicent of her maternal grandmother, in the womans youth. She is easily mistaken for a boy, having nearly nothing in the way of breasts, and having so few curves as to be nonexistent. She's naturally thin, and she rarely eats much, not because she fears becoming fat, but because she has no inclination to eat much. When she stretches, under her baggy shirt, her ribs become painfully obvious. And yet, she seems to suffer no hardships from her lack of appetite, and indeed, she seems to thrive on it. She may be envied for her lack of needing to eat, but her build is something that none wish for. Except for her of course, and this utter comfort in her own skin helps drive her feline grace. Her cool eyes, a hard, calculating, calm olive-grey shade, are penetrating, and if she casually fixes her gaze on someone, it has the odd effect of making them very uncomfortable, even if they aren't aware of her in any way. She really isn't the most liked in her hold for this little fact, and that she often fixes her gaze on people, just to see them squirm. She isn't malicious, but it's amusing to her to see them become uncomfortable under a gaze not even directed at them, but rather, it fixes upon them by chance, and she keeps it there as she thinks about things.
  
• Anything extra: She doesn't really have much of a bust, but she is rather tall. She could easily be mistaken for a boy, and often is.
  

Extra

• Personality: Quiet and detached, Devona is very unlike her soft, gentle name. When she gets pissed off, her words are sharp, cold and cruel. Standoffish and aloof, Dev just doesn't socialize easily. She never has had any social graces what-so-ever, and has had to learn the intricacies of polite conversation by rote. Even those in her inner circle, the most trusted of the people around her, are few. Even them, she rarely speaks to, and when she does, they sit up and pay attention. It's one of her failings, but she simply cannot make polite conversation about nothing. She finds it pointless and irritating, like particularly loud, pointless birdsong, and she strives to eliminate it. Often, those who annoy her by speaking about nothing simply start talking and are treated to the sight of her turning, and walking away.
  She has an innate sense of justice that runs along "an eye for an eye" lines. If you slap her, she'll slap you back and return to what she's doing. She doesn't realize very easily that this is an extra slap in and of itself, and she simple doesn't care either. Most people simply have an innate hatred for her, the hatred almost everyone has, that of the lone wolf, the person who doesn't fit in. As she doesn't speak much, and has few friends, it drives people to feel they have to insult her. About half the time, to three quarters of the time she'll raise an eyebrow, quietly amused, retort, and return to her business. The rest of the time she'll retort in a normal voice, turn away and walk off, totally ignoring the person who just insulted her.
  
• Family: Mother: Carona
  Father: Kadev
  Sibilings:
  Kana, F, weaver apprentice, 14; Nadev, M, harper journeyman, 17; Ronka, F, healer apprentice, 15
  
• Pets: Blue firelizard Kestrel
  
• History: A fairly normal history, Devona's life hasn't been either terrible or wonderful, just kinda average. She was second born to a pair of holdfolk, almost exactly one year after her older brother, Nadev. One year later came Ronka, who she adores, and one year after Ronka, came Kana, who Devona cannot stand, as she finds her youngest sister a spoiled brat.
  Devona was thirteen when her brother was accepted as a harper apprentice. Dev herself never had any craft vocations, though she found a strange enjoyment in weaving.
  She became a sort of weaver apprentice, never formally taken as one, but considered one in the eyes of the hold. She was responsible for the weaving of many rugs, in cool, neutral colors that still had a great amount of artistry and creativity. Devona never really went out of her way to make a artistic masterpeice, preferring abstract mixes of line and color that evoked certain emotions. Besides, she enjoyed weaving for the calm, quiet way all had to work. Still, it wasn't her ambition in life to become a masterweaver. Weaving was just something to do.
  

For Dragonriders Only:

• Dragon name and color: Cream Cupith
  
• Dragon age: Hatchling
  
• Dragon Appearance: Cupith is a soft cream, slightly tinted with a rose shade.
  
• Dragon personality: Cupith is much like a feline, lazy, relaxed, but also someone you don't want anger. He is a bit withdrawn and aloof, but overall he's fairly social, and definitly more so than his rider. He does love his rider dearly, but he has no illusions about her faults. Still, they are mimicked in him some to a greater or lesser extent. He easily insults others, without knowing it. But somehow, he also has a greater knowledge of social graces than she does.
  

Fudge.... Lots of fudge. It tasteses gooooooddddd.... I have fudge, it tastes like old chocolate frosting...

[Pi]

Approved.

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