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20.Jul.17, 08:57 PM
Madiquel
Weyrbrat
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Maddie Ziegler
Important Details
Original Name: Madiquel
Pronounced: mah-dee-quell
Nicknames: Madi
Primary Rank: Weyrbrat
Secondary Ranks:
Place of Birth: Katila Weyr
Date of Birth: 20.07.724 AL
Partner: N/A
Pronounced: mah-dee-quell
Nicknames: Madi
Primary Rank: Weyrbrat
Secondary Ranks:
Place of Birth: Katila Weyr
Date of Birth: 20.07.724 AL
Partner: N/A
Appearance
Eyes: Madiquel has large green eyes, framed by long, dark lashes. Almond shaped, they have neat eyebrows arching above, of a medium thickness but not bushy.
Hair: Madiquel has long hair, reaching almost down to her waist, it is shaped to fall in a ‘v’ shape down her back. Coloured a honeyed brown, it has natural blonde highlights, with the under layers a darker shade of brown. She wears it loose, often, but isn’t afraid to pull it back in a ponytail when she needs to get down to business. She doesn’t wear bangs, preferring to keep the hair around her face a decent length so that it doesn’t get in her eyes.
Height: 5'6 when full grown; but she is still growing and is a little under that height.
General Appearance: Madiquel is made up of long limbs; long arms, long legs, and a long torso that all form into a tall teenager. Despite her youth, she is not coltish at all, but instead maintains well defined muscles of legs and arms, with a flat stomach – but also a flat chest and narrow hips. Puberty hasn’t really hit her yet, and doesn’t appear it will anytime soon.
Her face is oval of shape, with a slightly pointy chin, the shape further defined when she smiles – which she does often. Her teeth are white and straight and her smile is large and cheerful; her lips are full and pink. Madiquel’s nose is proportioned nicely for her face, and her large green eyes almost seem to pop against the pale olive of her skin and the honeyed brown of her hair and eyebrows.
Madiquel’s long limbs extend to long fingers, which are nimble and quick with small knots and trinkets, the girl often seen untangling nets and fishing lines, as well as threads for weaving and sewing. Her body claims no real freckles, but she has a few oddly placed moles; there is one on her left hip in the shape of a heart, and a trifecta of freckles on her right shoulder, forming an upside down triangle.
Overall, Madiquel is a pretty child, who promises an elegant and conventionally beautiful woman when she reaches her full growth.
Dressing Style: Born and raised a Weyrbrat in Katila, Madiquel spent most of her life wearing hand-me-downs from all the other Weyrbrats within Katila; some of the items were very well loved, heavily repaired, but still functional. It wasn’t until the Weyr began to look to moving North again that she found herself with more viable options of clothing.
As she aged, Madiquel developed a taste for tidy clothing; things less worn and repaired. With choices being given to her, Madiquel took to wearing fitted leather pants and cotton blouses with rolled up sleeves; things that were function for a life around dragons, and chores. Solid boots and a pair of gloves tucked into her belt completed the ensemble of clothing.
On days where getting dressed up is the code to go by, Madiquel has a few special dresses she’s managed to obtain since the Weyr moved North. They’re long and flowing, with an excess of lace and short sleeves; the skirts fall to mid-calf and she wears small heeled boots to complete the look. Her hair is often styled appropriately when she dresses up – lots of braids and pulled back from her face but falling long and loose down her back.
Hair: Madiquel has long hair, reaching almost down to her waist, it is shaped to fall in a ‘v’ shape down her back. Coloured a honeyed brown, it has natural blonde highlights, with the under layers a darker shade of brown. She wears it loose, often, but isn’t afraid to pull it back in a ponytail when she needs to get down to business. She doesn’t wear bangs, preferring to keep the hair around her face a decent length so that it doesn’t get in her eyes.
Height: 5'6 when full grown; but she is still growing and is a little under that height.
General Appearance: Madiquel is made up of long limbs; long arms, long legs, and a long torso that all form into a tall teenager. Despite her youth, she is not coltish at all, but instead maintains well defined muscles of legs and arms, with a flat stomach – but also a flat chest and narrow hips. Puberty hasn’t really hit her yet, and doesn’t appear it will anytime soon.
Her face is oval of shape, with a slightly pointy chin, the shape further defined when she smiles – which she does often. Her teeth are white and straight and her smile is large and cheerful; her lips are full and pink. Madiquel’s nose is proportioned nicely for her face, and her large green eyes almost seem to pop against the pale olive of her skin and the honeyed brown of her hair and eyebrows.
Madiquel’s long limbs extend to long fingers, which are nimble and quick with small knots and trinkets, the girl often seen untangling nets and fishing lines, as well as threads for weaving and sewing. Her body claims no real freckles, but she has a few oddly placed moles; there is one on her left hip in the shape of a heart, and a trifecta of freckles on her right shoulder, forming an upside down triangle.
Overall, Madiquel is a pretty child, who promises an elegant and conventionally beautiful woman when she reaches her full growth.
Dressing Style: Born and raised a Weyrbrat in Katila, Madiquel spent most of her life wearing hand-me-downs from all the other Weyrbrats within Katila; some of the items were very well loved, heavily repaired, but still functional. It wasn’t until the Weyr began to look to moving North again that she found herself with more viable options of clothing.
As she aged, Madiquel developed a taste for tidy clothing; things less worn and repaired. With choices being given to her, Madiquel took to wearing fitted leather pants and cotton blouses with rolled up sleeves; things that were function for a life around dragons, and chores. Solid boots and a pair of gloves tucked into her belt completed the ensemble of clothing.
On days where getting dressed up is the code to go by, Madiquel has a few special dresses she’s managed to obtain since the Weyr moved North. They’re long and flowing, with an excess of lace and short sleeves; the skirts fall to mid-calf and she wears small heeled boots to complete the look. Her hair is often styled appropriately when she dresses up – lots of braids and pulled back from her face but falling long and loose down her back.
Personality
General Character Traits: An inquisitive child, Madiquel has a curious streak that would get her into trouble if she weren’t so aware of avoiding trouble. As a result, Madiquel often looks in the direction of things she longs to explore or poke at, but never actually moves. Her eyes often dart about, looking at everything to be seen around her and curious about the ways work, her lip being chewed upon and her fingers wrought together.
Naturally shy, Madiquel isn’t someone who will put herself in the spotlight, and indeed, those times the spotlight is brought down upon her, she becomes a giggling and uncomfortable individual, stuttering slightly but mostly giggling between words or shy glances away. When put on the spot, Madiquel has a habit of focusing her attention on the small leather bracelet she has around her wrist, her fingers, and her feet rather than meeting the eyes of the many.
Due to her shy nature, Madiquel only has a handful of friends; it isn’t that she’s not a good friend – indeed, she is fiercely loyal – but because she isn’t comfortable going out and making them. Raised in Katila, she never had that many people around her to draw from, and since arriving North has found herself to be somewhat of a novelty to the other children her age. She was, after all, born in the mysterious South, in a Weyr, and her father is a dragonless dragonrider.
Madiquel is fiercely protective of her father and his reputation, never standing to hear gossip about the man that lost his dragon and is now assisting the Weyrleader in his job. She knows that the dragonless are something of a curiosity to people, both from within the Weyr and those outside it, but feels that that isn’t a good enough reason for people to ask insensitive questions. Not that it seems to stop them. Madiquel does her best to champion her father, but she isn’t a hot headed child and tends to fall short at simply glaring and huffing inelegantly when people start asking questions, as well as refusing outright to answer any that might be asked of her.
When her limits aren’t being tested, Madiquel is a bright and sunny child, with a bright and easy smile that is warm and welcoming. With a skip in her step and a generally cheerful demeanour, Madiquel is easy to spend time with; she isn’t someone to ask countless questions, but nor is she against sharing companionable silence. On that thought, Madiquel is a private youngster, who prefers to keep her hopes and dreams close to the chest, and rarely shares her secrets with anyone. This has made her a good candidate for friends who need an ear to hear them out, without a wagging tongue.
Habits/Mannerisms: Madiquel has a habit of giggling when nervous or unsure of herself, soft little bubbles of laughter that are more adorable than anything else. She additionally smiles a lot, both when nervous and when excited. Madiquel wears a leather bracelet on her left wrist, and fiddles with it gently when anxious.
Opinions:
Threadfall Theory: Threadfall is the boogeymen that her creche nurses fed the children to make them do as they were told, and to give little boys heroic ideas of the future. Madiquel doesn't really feel it will ever come back.
Stealing/Kidnapping: Horrified, but young enough to not be terribly affected.
Firelizards: Delighted! She was quick to claim a little green for herself when she reached twelve turns, as a birthday gift from some of the creche workers.
Return North: Excited, delighted, nervous.
Likes:
Flowers: Madiquel has a fancy for flowers, and had her own little garden near her mother's hut before the landslide took everything away. Most of the flowers she grew were weeds, but they looked and smelled pretty and she cultivated quite the little garden, and inside the hut there was always a vase or three filled with fresh blooms.
Rain showers: Gentle rainfalls are Madiquel's favourite; they bring a freshness to the air and a dampness to the garden that do the flowers well. While Katila wasn't known for its gentle rainfalls, it just made Madiquel that much more appreciative of those that did come around.
Poetry: There wasn't a whole lot of poetry - or good poets - during her youth in Katila, but since coming North, Madiquel has found a couple of youthful Harpers who have been willing to retail their poetry to her, and she has found herself enamoured by it, if not by the young men. Madiquel hasn't had much success with creating her own poems, but she finds it entertaining to try.
Dislikes:
Downers: Madiquel does not enjoy being around individuals who are sour, complainers or people she calls ‘downers’ – the type of people who make others miserable, just being around them. The ones that suck the joy right out of the immediate area and leave even the brightest day feeling overcast and unpleasant. Madiquel doesn’t mind people who are genuinely upset – indeed she goes out of her way to brighten those folks up – but she will turn on a heel and abandon anyone who is sulking for the sole purpose of sulking.
Judgement: Madiquel is not a fan of judgemental individuals. This isn’t to say that Madiquel is above having judgemental thoughts herself, but rather that she keeps such things to herself, and is of the opinion that everyone else should, too. Madiquel dislikes being judged, taking such things with a grain of salt for all that she appears to accept any such comments.
Spoilt: Growing up in the communal ways of the crèche, being spoiled was not something Madiquel was subjected to; she had hand-me-down clothing, and enough attention to get her by but never more than that. As a result, she came to appreciate anything and everything she did get or have, which causes her to be rather disgusted by those who are spoiled, and cannot appreciate that fact.
Strengths:
Cheerful: Madiquel is a naturally sunny girl, with an easy smile and a bright personality. She’s one of those that is capable of brightening a room just by entering; her smile is big and never forced. Madiquel gives off all appearances of being someone who is never down, and indeed, she’s never one to display her displeasure or depression to those around her, keeping it private and to herself.
Brave: Madiquel has an inner strength that keeps her standing tall, against almost all odds; she is not easily cowed, and even when frightened, does her best to meet that fear head on and overcome it. While she doesn’t always succeed, she does come out above more often than not.
Loyal: Naturally a shy child, Madiquel doesn’t surround herself with countless individuals; instead, she maintains a handful of true and tried friends to whom she is intensely loyal. Madiquel considers it a paramount requirement of friendship to be unquestioningly loyal, faithful, and trustworthy. Thus far in her young life, Madiquel hasn’t had anyone betray her, so she hasn’t felt the sting of a broken heart, but it is something she fears in her heart of hearts.
Flaws:
Private: Madiquel is intensely private, keeping any negative emotions to herself and never one to dump her baggage on the doorstep of her friends. Both her fears and her dreams are kept close to the chest where she can guard them with a vengeance.
Timid: Perhaps Madiquel’s biggest flaw when it comes to making friends and socialising is her natural shyness and timidity. She is not one to put herself in the spot light, and certainly not one to do anything to draw attention to herself. While Madiquel won’t fall to pieces in the event that she becomes the centre of attention, she will certainly be incredibly uncomfortable.
Squeamish: Bugs and blood and all things gooey and gross are quick to turn Madiquel from poised and proper to green and sickly. She has no stomach for gore and blood, and has been pushed to be physically sick when she’s injured herself, as well as fainting. Bugs, on the other hand, are more inclined to make Madiquel squeal girlishly and flee in terror.
Naturally shy, Madiquel isn’t someone who will put herself in the spotlight, and indeed, those times the spotlight is brought down upon her, she becomes a giggling and uncomfortable individual, stuttering slightly but mostly giggling between words or shy glances away. When put on the spot, Madiquel has a habit of focusing her attention on the small leather bracelet she has around her wrist, her fingers, and her feet rather than meeting the eyes of the many.
Due to her shy nature, Madiquel only has a handful of friends; it isn’t that she’s not a good friend – indeed, she is fiercely loyal – but because she isn’t comfortable going out and making them. Raised in Katila, she never had that many people around her to draw from, and since arriving North has found herself to be somewhat of a novelty to the other children her age. She was, after all, born in the mysterious South, in a Weyr, and her father is a dragonless dragonrider.
Madiquel is fiercely protective of her father and his reputation, never standing to hear gossip about the man that lost his dragon and is now assisting the Weyrleader in his job. She knows that the dragonless are something of a curiosity to people, both from within the Weyr and those outside it, but feels that that isn’t a good enough reason for people to ask insensitive questions. Not that it seems to stop them. Madiquel does her best to champion her father, but she isn’t a hot headed child and tends to fall short at simply glaring and huffing inelegantly when people start asking questions, as well as refusing outright to answer any that might be asked of her.
When her limits aren’t being tested, Madiquel is a bright and sunny child, with a bright and easy smile that is warm and welcoming. With a skip in her step and a generally cheerful demeanour, Madiquel is easy to spend time with; she isn’t someone to ask countless questions, but nor is she against sharing companionable silence. On that thought, Madiquel is a private youngster, who prefers to keep her hopes and dreams close to the chest, and rarely shares her secrets with anyone. This has made her a good candidate for friends who need an ear to hear them out, without a wagging tongue.
Habits/Mannerisms: Madiquel has a habit of giggling when nervous or unsure of herself, soft little bubbles of laughter that are more adorable than anything else. She additionally smiles a lot, both when nervous and when excited. Madiquel wears a leather bracelet on her left wrist, and fiddles with it gently when anxious.
Opinions:
Threadfall Theory: Threadfall is the boogeymen that her creche nurses fed the children to make them do as they were told, and to give little boys heroic ideas of the future. Madiquel doesn't really feel it will ever come back.
Stealing/Kidnapping: Horrified, but young enough to not be terribly affected.
Firelizards: Delighted! She was quick to claim a little green for herself when she reached twelve turns, as a birthday gift from some of the creche workers.
Return North: Excited, delighted, nervous.
Likes:
Flowers: Madiquel has a fancy for flowers, and had her own little garden near her mother's hut before the landslide took everything away. Most of the flowers she grew were weeds, but they looked and smelled pretty and she cultivated quite the little garden, and inside the hut there was always a vase or three filled with fresh blooms.
Rain showers: Gentle rainfalls are Madiquel's favourite; they bring a freshness to the air and a dampness to the garden that do the flowers well. While Katila wasn't known for its gentle rainfalls, it just made Madiquel that much more appreciative of those that did come around.
Poetry: There wasn't a whole lot of poetry - or good poets - during her youth in Katila, but since coming North, Madiquel has found a couple of youthful Harpers who have been willing to retail their poetry to her, and she has found herself enamoured by it, if not by the young men. Madiquel hasn't had much success with creating her own poems, but she finds it entertaining to try.
Dislikes:
Downers: Madiquel does not enjoy being around individuals who are sour, complainers or people she calls ‘downers’ – the type of people who make others miserable, just being around them. The ones that suck the joy right out of the immediate area and leave even the brightest day feeling overcast and unpleasant. Madiquel doesn’t mind people who are genuinely upset – indeed she goes out of her way to brighten those folks up – but she will turn on a heel and abandon anyone who is sulking for the sole purpose of sulking.
Judgement: Madiquel is not a fan of judgemental individuals. This isn’t to say that Madiquel is above having judgemental thoughts herself, but rather that she keeps such things to herself, and is of the opinion that everyone else should, too. Madiquel dislikes being judged, taking such things with a grain of salt for all that she appears to accept any such comments.
Spoilt: Growing up in the communal ways of the crèche, being spoiled was not something Madiquel was subjected to; she had hand-me-down clothing, and enough attention to get her by but never more than that. As a result, she came to appreciate anything and everything she did get or have, which causes her to be rather disgusted by those who are spoiled, and cannot appreciate that fact.
Strengths:
Cheerful: Madiquel is a naturally sunny girl, with an easy smile and a bright personality. She’s one of those that is capable of brightening a room just by entering; her smile is big and never forced. Madiquel gives off all appearances of being someone who is never down, and indeed, she’s never one to display her displeasure or depression to those around her, keeping it private and to herself.
Brave: Madiquel has an inner strength that keeps her standing tall, against almost all odds; she is not easily cowed, and even when frightened, does her best to meet that fear head on and overcome it. While she doesn’t always succeed, she does come out above more often than not.
Loyal: Naturally a shy child, Madiquel doesn’t surround herself with countless individuals; instead, she maintains a handful of true and tried friends to whom she is intensely loyal. Madiquel considers it a paramount requirement of friendship to be unquestioningly loyal, faithful, and trustworthy. Thus far in her young life, Madiquel hasn’t had anyone betray her, so she hasn’t felt the sting of a broken heart, but it is something she fears in her heart of hearts.
Flaws:
Private: Madiquel is intensely private, keeping any negative emotions to herself and never one to dump her baggage on the doorstep of her friends. Both her fears and her dreams are kept close to the chest where she can guard them with a vengeance.
Timid: Perhaps Madiquel’s biggest flaw when it comes to making friends and socialising is her natural shyness and timidity. She is not one to put herself in the spot light, and certainly not one to do anything to draw attention to herself. While Madiquel won’t fall to pieces in the event that she becomes the centre of attention, she will certainly be incredibly uncomfortable.
Squeamish: Bugs and blood and all things gooey and gross are quick to turn Madiquel from poised and proper to green and sickly. She has no stomach for gore and blood, and has been pushed to be physically sick when she’s injured herself, as well as fainting. Bugs, on the other hand, are more inclined to make Madiquel squeal girlishly and flee in terror.
History
Father: Jajojin b. 681
Rank: ex-bronzerider
Mother: Elmadira, b. 693, d.734
Rank: Weyrfolk
Siblings:
- Half siblings by her father
- Half siblings by her mother
Past Lovers/Partners: N/A
Current Lovers/Partners: N/A
Children: N/A
Background Story:
724.07.20 & Birth: Madiquel was born to a woman in her early thirties - Elmadira - who had flightmothed a green flight and found herself in a tumble with bronzerider J'jin. Knowing the ways of the Weyr, Elmadira made no play for J'jin to claim her child, though she did mention it to the man during her pregnancy that he was the father, and left it at that.
728 & 4 Turns: Madiquel had just celebrated her fourth birthday a month prior when the Renewed Hope clutch cracked shell. She was too young to really remember the joy at Nirinath finally flying, and the sorrow that there was no gold in the clutch, or the harsh whispers that followed blue Rayrayth between. The child found the baby dragons to be incredibly fascinating and would have been constantly underfoot had her mother not made sure she was instead cooped up in the crèche.
730 & 6 Turns: Too young to really understand what is going on, Madiquel is fascinated by the sudden arrival of the young men and women who were Stolen by the Searchriders. She doesn't really understand why they are unhappy about their arrival in her home, and she is too young to do more than question them and be confused when they stalk off without answering.
731 & 7 Turns: Even young as she is, Madiquel is swept up in the excitement of a gold egg being laid; she is as curious and delighted as her fellow Weyrbrats, and often creeps as close as she can to see the egg without getting growled at by Nirinath or Tsuen. Comparably, the public lashing of a greenrider is something that Madiquel is sheltered from, as are the other young Weyrbrats in the crèche.
732 & 8 Turns: Even the children such as Madiquel are startled by the very young Krypth taking flight, but the implications of it are vastly lost on Madiquel. Instead, she celebrates with her friends over more eggs on the Sands, and begins to talk of someday Impressing herself. Madiquel mourns with the rest of the Weyr when green Unowth of Iruvia goes between for no apparent reason, though the loss is quickly over cast by the second flight of Krypth's. Madiquel is vastly unaffected by the poisoning of D'ren, focusing more on her studies and playing with her friends.
733 & 9 Turns: The flights of Krypth are mostly ignored as common grounds now, with more attention being put upon the execution of bronzerider T'shiro and his dragon Cucluith, though Madiquel doesn't really understand why the man was executed, until her mother sits her down and explains that he was responsible for the poisoning of D'ren, an event that surprises Madiquel, her childish attentions being oblivious to the nature of Weyrleader D'ren's health.
734 AL & 10 Turns: The landslide destroyed everything Madiquel took for granted in her life; her family, her safety, and the power of the dragonriders to be stronger than anything the world could throw at them - after all, they kept Thread away! In the aftermath of the landslide, Madiquel had lost her mother, her father had lost his dragon, and she had lost everything she had come to associate as being the norm. As the Weyr is rebuilt in New Katila, Madiquel finds herself attached to what remains of her father, doing her best to keep things normal in her own small world as she brings him food and begs him to eat, before she cries herself to sleep at night.
735 & 11 Turns: The move to the North is an exciting time for Madiquel, who sticks by her father but watches everything with open curiosity and excitement. She doesn't care where they go, so long as she is still with Jajojin, whom she has come to deeply care about since the Landslide, in more of a mothering way than as his daughter. The new living arrangements mean Madiquel is able to get her first real dresses and better clothing over all than the hand-me-down rags she's grown up in.
736.07.20 & 12 Turns: For her twelfth birthday, Madiquel received a gift of a firelizard egg from some of the creche staff. To all their surprise the egg Hatched on the day, spilling a little green firelizard Madiquel called Clover, into her delighted hands. Madiquel, who lives most of the time with her dragonless father, does her best to keep the little green away from the man when it becomes apparent that he dislikes her Impression.
Madiquel is both sad and excited when the Weyr splits, with dragonriders and Weyrfolk alike moving to populate Fort and Ista. She's proud that the dragonrider population has reached such a state that it can spread out, but sad to see some of those she knew move to a new location. Once again, she remains with her father, and does her best to help out in the creche where she is still spending a lot of her time, despite her twelve Turns. She currently plans to assist the women there with the young weyrbrats, rather than take on more mundane tasks such as cooking or sewing.
737 & 13 Turns:
738 & 14 Turns:
Rank: ex-bronzerider
Mother: Elmadira, b. 693, d.734
Rank: Weyrfolk
Siblings:
- Half siblings by her father
- Half siblings by her mother
Past Lovers/Partners: N/A
Current Lovers/Partners: N/A
Children: N/A
Background Story:
724.07.20 & Birth: Madiquel was born to a woman in her early thirties - Elmadira - who had flightmothed a green flight and found herself in a tumble with bronzerider J'jin. Knowing the ways of the Weyr, Elmadira made no play for J'jin to claim her child, though she did mention it to the man during her pregnancy that he was the father, and left it at that.
728 & 4 Turns: Madiquel had just celebrated her fourth birthday a month prior when the Renewed Hope clutch cracked shell. She was too young to really remember the joy at Nirinath finally flying, and the sorrow that there was no gold in the clutch, or the harsh whispers that followed blue Rayrayth between. The child found the baby dragons to be incredibly fascinating and would have been constantly underfoot had her mother not made sure she was instead cooped up in the crèche.
730 & 6 Turns: Too young to really understand what is going on, Madiquel is fascinated by the sudden arrival of the young men and women who were Stolen by the Searchriders. She doesn't really understand why they are unhappy about their arrival in her home, and she is too young to do more than question them and be confused when they stalk off without answering.
731 & 7 Turns: Even young as she is, Madiquel is swept up in the excitement of a gold egg being laid; she is as curious and delighted as her fellow Weyrbrats, and often creeps as close as she can to see the egg without getting growled at by Nirinath or Tsuen. Comparably, the public lashing of a greenrider is something that Madiquel is sheltered from, as are the other young Weyrbrats in the crèche.
732 & 8 Turns: Even the children such as Madiquel are startled by the very young Krypth taking flight, but the implications of it are vastly lost on Madiquel. Instead, she celebrates with her friends over more eggs on the Sands, and begins to talk of someday Impressing herself. Madiquel mourns with the rest of the Weyr when green Unowth of Iruvia goes between for no apparent reason, though the loss is quickly over cast by the second flight of Krypth's. Madiquel is vastly unaffected by the poisoning of D'ren, focusing more on her studies and playing with her friends.
733 & 9 Turns: The flights of Krypth are mostly ignored as common grounds now, with more attention being put upon the execution of bronzerider T'shiro and his dragon Cucluith, though Madiquel doesn't really understand why the man was executed, until her mother sits her down and explains that he was responsible for the poisoning of D'ren, an event that surprises Madiquel, her childish attentions being oblivious to the nature of Weyrleader D'ren's health.
734 AL & 10 Turns: The landslide destroyed everything Madiquel took for granted in her life; her family, her safety, and the power of the dragonriders to be stronger than anything the world could throw at them - after all, they kept Thread away! In the aftermath of the landslide, Madiquel had lost her mother, her father had lost his dragon, and she had lost everything she had come to associate as being the norm. As the Weyr is rebuilt in New Katila, Madiquel finds herself attached to what remains of her father, doing her best to keep things normal in her own small world as she brings him food and begs him to eat, before she cries herself to sleep at night.
735 & 11 Turns: The move to the North is an exciting time for Madiquel, who sticks by her father but watches everything with open curiosity and excitement. She doesn't care where they go, so long as she is still with Jajojin, whom she has come to deeply care about since the Landslide, in more of a mothering way than as his daughter. The new living arrangements mean Madiquel is able to get her first real dresses and better clothing over all than the hand-me-down rags she's grown up in.
736.07.20 & 12 Turns: For her twelfth birthday, Madiquel received a gift of a firelizard egg from some of the creche staff. To all their surprise the egg Hatched on the day, spilling a little green firelizard Madiquel called Clover, into her delighted hands. Madiquel, who lives most of the time with her dragonless father, does her best to keep the little green away from the man when it becomes apparent that he dislikes her Impression.
Madiquel is both sad and excited when the Weyr splits, with dragonriders and Weyrfolk alike moving to populate Fort and Ista. She's proud that the dragonrider population has reached such a state that it can spread out, but sad to see some of those she knew move to a new location. Once again, she remains with her father, and does her best to help out in the creche where she is still spending a lot of her time, despite her twelve Turns. She currently plans to assist the women there with the young weyrbrats, rather than take on more mundane tasks such as cooking or sewing.
737 & 13 Turns:
738 & 14 Turns:
Education
Education Details: General education as Weyrbrat. She favours mathematics, and struggles with writing and spelling, displaying dyslexic tendencies.
RP Sample
“Papa?”
Madiquel closed the door quietly behind herself as she stepped into the makeshift home. Before the landslide had taken away everything she knew and loved about Katila, Madiquel had never thought she’d someday be living with her father. Even if she had, she never would have imagined he’d be without his dragon – which was the reason for her timid introduction as she came inside. One never knew what kind of mood the man would be in, or how he’d react to her presence. He had never hurt her, and she didn’t think he ever would, but sometime he could be scary.
“Papa, are you home?”
Home. The thought made Madiquel’s nose scrunch up. The makeshift room they’d claimed in one of the few buildings left standing was the furthest thing from a home Madiquel had ever known. Of course, she’d been born in Katila, well after everything was built and comfortable – but she’d heard stories from old Parella about how the dragonriders who’d fled South had lived in squalor for years before coming together to create Katila.
It was like they couldn’t get a break. One thing after another seemed intent on bringing down the proud dragonriders of Pern.
Madiquel’s sighed softly, and brushed aside the hanging fur that separated the two cots that had been set up on the other side from the rest of the room. She found her father still abed in his cot, his back to her, and her face crumpled, recognising the signs of a bad day. Taking a deep breath, she took a step beyond it and stepped lightly – timidly – around the cot so she could kneel down before Jajojin’s head, folding her knees and holding the mug in her hands carefully.
“Papa, I brought you some soup from the kitchen. Please, you need to eat.”
She didn’t add that it had been three days.
Madiquel closed the door quietly behind herself as she stepped into the makeshift home. Before the landslide had taken away everything she knew and loved about Katila, Madiquel had never thought she’d someday be living with her father. Even if she had, she never would have imagined he’d be without his dragon – which was the reason for her timid introduction as she came inside. One never knew what kind of mood the man would be in, or how he’d react to her presence. He had never hurt her, and she didn’t think he ever would, but sometime he could be scary.
“Papa, are you home?”
Home. The thought made Madiquel’s nose scrunch up. The makeshift room they’d claimed in one of the few buildings left standing was the furthest thing from a home Madiquel had ever known. Of course, she’d been born in Katila, well after everything was built and comfortable – but she’d heard stories from old Parella about how the dragonriders who’d fled South had lived in squalor for years before coming together to create Katila.
It was like they couldn’t get a break. One thing after another seemed intent on bringing down the proud dragonriders of Pern.
Madiquel’s sighed softly, and brushed aside the hanging fur that separated the two cots that had been set up on the other side from the rest of the room. She found her father still abed in his cot, his back to her, and her face crumpled, recognising the signs of a bad day. Taking a deep breath, she took a step beyond it and stepped lightly – timidly – around the cot so she could kneel down before Jajojin’s head, folding her knees and holding the mug in her hands carefully.
“Papa, I brought you some soup from the kitchen. Please, you need to eat.”
She didn’t add that it had been three days.
The Player
Character Created By: ThistleProse
Dragon Created By: TBA
Played By: ThistleProse
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Inactivity Preference: Fade Out NPCs
Dragon Created By: TBA
Played By: ThistleProse
Preferred Contact: PM, Cbox, Discord, etc.
Inactivity Preference: Fade Out NPCs
