Post by Deryn on Jan 31, 2011 19:35:51 GMT -5
Candidate Application
Name: Yarkona : Contraction: Ya’kona
Nickname: Kona
Age: Twenty Turns
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual – Leaning toward homosexual
Rank: Candidate
Appearance:
Yarkona is not beautiful. Nor is she pretty. She’s striking, but that’s not necessarily a good thing. All of her features and all of her body, if seen apart, look correct, and even might be pretty. Put together, however, they all seem somewhat… off. Well, more than somewhat, really. It’s just that Yarkona’s features don’t seem to be quite right when viewed as a whole. Her eyes are overlarge for her cheekbones which are too high, and her nose is a little to large for her face… it goes on and on, really. In total, Yarkona is not really attractive in the slightest, when viewed as a whole. Or, at least, she’s not a “standard” beautiful by Pernese standards when viewed as a whole. Certain aspects of her certainly are. Her eyes are large and a lighter brown color, she has light brown hair… darker olive toned skin… these things are pretty, or indeed beautiful, but just… wrong, somehow, on Yarkona. Not that this really bugs her. If it bugs other people she just ignores them. She’s not someone who’s going to be put off if a few people find her funny to look at.
Five foot ten makes for a rather tall girl, and that is what Yarkona stands at. She’s not barely five foot ten either, but a good five foot ten with maybe a bit left over. She stands tall and enjoys her height, tilting her chin up and grinning down on all those who are below her, which is actually quite a few people. After all, she stand about nose to nose with most of the men on Pern, and is willing to act just like one if that’s what it takes to get respect. With more feminine shoulders than she’d like, and a neck that’s a little longer than average, however, Yarkona will never look masculine. Her inherent femininity is helped, much to her chagrin, by her body shape, which is nothing short of voluptuous. She’s strong, don’t get us wrong, but this is undermined by the fact that Yarkona’s female relatives were built to have children and to have a lot of them. Thin pretty petite girl are for holds where beauty is valued over productivity. This means muscle, and quite a bit of it. Now, it would be correct to say that if Yarkona was any shorter she would be even stranger looking than she already is, because she would appear to be overweight. Of course, Yarkona has never been overweight in her life, manual labor and good solid healthy meals mean that extra weight is shed, if it was ever put on in the first palce, but the illusion of extra mass sometimes happens when large hips and a large bust are close together.
However, this doesn’t really happen with Yarkona. Yes, she has large hips and a large bust, but she is also tall and has a torso that is just long enough to make her appear more buxom than fat. Not that she really has a large torso, mind. Most of Yarkona’s height is leg, which is common in her family. She’s a strange person to look at, it is true, and cannot be stated enough, but her legs are quite beautiful, really. Long, shapely, and curvatious, just like her body. Long arms, strong and with some muscle definition honed by a life of hauling wood and harvest, and general hard work make her appear lanky, at least, to some degree. Long fingers finish off her long arms, but Yarkona’s fingers are bonier than anything, and are not all that nice to look at, although she likes how they look. Of course, Yarkona has a weird taste in body parts, so she doesn’t really count there. Yarkona’s nails are always short, although she’d prefer if they were long and beautiful, a little bit of jealousy, unusual in Yarkona, showing through there. Long nails carry illness, and are easily broken when you work like Yarkona is used to. It just doesn’t work real well, honestly.
Yakona’s hair is short cropped and rather flippant. It doesn’t like to obey, and if it was any longer than it is, which, again, is short, it would break the teeth off of combs and brushes. Thick coarse and unruly, Yarkona brushes it to the best of her ability and then ignores it. Dark, dark brown, Yarkona’s hair parts naturally to the side, her bangs never quite long enough to tuck back behind her ears, but just long enough to tickle her nose and lips. The rest of Yarkona’s hair does tuck back behind her ears, and that pleases her, because it’s nice to have your hair out of your eyes. Cut short in back, so that it barely brushes the base of her neck, and only tickles her jaw a little bit, the cut isn’t exactly what you would call flattering. The cut is, however, incredibly Yarkona. It fits her perfectly, and she isn’t about to change something that works. There’s no point, and so it’s not about to change. On Yarkona’s right side her bangs tend to defy gravity more than on the left and give her a strange puffy look. It’s not really her fault. She doesn’t do anything to them to make them that way; they are just so stiff that they do it of their own volition. Even water applied constantly can’t stop her bangs from swooping out and then dipping down.
Now onto the most interesting and strange part of Yarkona, her face. A large forehead and incredibly high cheekbones accent a long face, which is also characteristic in her family. In fact, Yarkona’s cheekbones are so high that her jaw line doesn’t quite match up; this leaves her with a strange emaciated look that doesn’t fit with the rest of her ample appearance. Of course, Yarkona’s jaw line gives her an incredibly pointy look, her chin being thin and not nearly wide enough for the rest of her head. Yarkona’s ears are set farther back on her skull than normal, and are smaller than one should think, and unfortunately, at least to those to whom looks matter, Yarkona’s ears are almost always visible. She could care less, of course, and displays her ears as prominently as she can. As for eyebrows, Yarkona’s are actually rather shapely and nice, although they are as dark as her hair, and stand out on her face. They draw attention away from her eyes, which isn’t a good thing because Yarkona does have nice eyes. Her lids and brows are a little to heavy for her eyes, however, apart from being too dark.
One important aspect of Yarkona that has not been mentioned is her skin. Well, in point of fact, it has been mentioned, but not in any great depth, and it must not be overlooked. The same dark olive skin that the rest of her family seems to share also graces Yarkona. Some find it funny that her family, and indeed her, skin is as dark as it is, but several generations’ back her family was from around Ista. This accounts for her dark skin, eyes, and hair. And speaking of eyes, Yarkona’s are large and soulful, set farther back in her sockets than perhaps is attractive, it is true, but they themselves are rather nice. Brown, just like her hair, Yarkona eyes show her emotions freely, and have an intensity to them that is rather terrifying. Of course, all of Yarkona’s body is rather expressive, as she is not one to be shy about her opinions and moods, but it is her eyes that convey the complete message. Framed by lashes which are neither long nor short, thick nor lacking, but the same shade of brown as her brows and hair, Yarkona doesn’t pay much heed to her lashes. After all, they are what they are, and there’s no way she can change them. Why bother worrying about it? That brings up Yarkona’s nose, which is in no way attractive. It’s slightly hooked at the end, with a sharp line defining and splitting her face into two almost equal halves. Of course, her nose isn’t symmetrical, but neither is her face. Too large, again, like most of her family, Yarkona’s nose is prominent and obtrusive, even though it is thin and pointy. Surprisingly, however, Yarkona’s lips are more full than one would expect. They aren’t incredibly full, and are not perfect, by any stretch of the imagination. In fact, Yarkona’s mouth is too small for her face. Despite this, however, her lips do have a good shape to them and create a very small natural pout, which many do find attractive despite themselves. This is partially helped by Yarkona’s teeth, which are pushed forward too much, creating an unnatrual looking bump between her chin and her bottom lip, although there’s not much she can do for it, so she doesn’t care.
Personality:
The first thing anyone should know about Yarkona is that she is nasty. She can be nice, and kind, but that takes effort and her basic nature is much more… black than that. That isn’t to say Yarkona is evil, or even bad. She is not, in any way, either of those things. In fact, she is as good as they can come, but that doesn’t mean she has to be happy about that fact, or nice to anyone because of it. It just can make her difficult to deal with sometimes, which is in fact, more like all of the time. Kindness is another thing about Yarkona that should be mentioned straight away. She doesn’t normally have any kindness. It isn’t something that naturally comes to her, and although Yarkona is able to have some kindness sometimes, she usually reserves it for when people really need it.
Yarkona is startlingly intelligent, and unlike many people who are intelligent, she is also clever. This is very important to know because of how tricky it can make your time with her. Clever, quick, and bright, Yarkona has no time for those who enjoy their ignorance. In fact, she loathes such people, and will not stand to be in their presence because she really cannot stand to deal with them. She finds it beyond frustrating and can sometimes make very little distinction between people who honestly cannot become intelligent and those who simply wish to remain ignorant. Unlike many intelligent people, however, Yarkona is social. This doesn’t mean that people like her, however. This just means she is willing to go up and talk and interact with people. Mostly, people don’t like Yarkona. She’s tough to get along with and is incredibly abrasive, although there are several qualities about her personality that people fail to realize, or if they do, fail to remember. All that most people remember is a stern expression and condescending words. Usually, that’s all Yarkona has for people anyway.
The thing about Yarkona is, however, that she’s incredibly and overly practical. Practicality is, for the most part, a good thing. However, there comes a point when being practical is just becomes a character flaw, and that’s the level that Yarkona has reached. Many people would call her unfeeling and uncaring, but she isn’t. She is logical, however. Boyfriend/girlfriend dumps her? Well, alright. What are the reasons, why did that happen, and how do we go about fixing the problem for next time. That’s how Yarkona thinks. There’s no point being angry, because that’s not going to change anything, and would be rather counter productive. It’s not that she doesn’t get angry, because she does. Yarkona has quite a temper on her, it’s just that after the anger, she is able to think clearly and get things done. And she is able to work through the anger most of the time. Along with being almost painfully practical, Yarkona is a realistic person, not prone to seeing the good or the bad exclusively. She knows that yes, people can die. However, she also knows that they don’t always die, and that while dying is a possibility, it might not happen. She is by no means an optimist, but neither is she a pessimist, as both of these things tend to piss her off.
Yarkona is nothing if not a competent and straightforward person. People who lie and cheat piss her off, which is indeed her usual state of being. Pissed off or just annoyed in general. It’s not that she’s unable to be happy, it’s just that she’s happiest when annoyed at something some one else did to screw something up. Little things she doesn’t really get annoyed at, but bigger ones are a different matter. Anyways, back to the fact that Yarkona is a no-nonsense sort of person. She’s just the sort of person who dives into things, without planning, and gets them done. There’s no point dithering around and being useless. That’s not going to get anything fixed. No, in Yarkona’s world, there’s only one way to do things, and that’s the obvious way. It’s usually similar and easier and more efficient and better than any other way. This tends to annoy people, as most of Yarkona does. This problem is compounded by the fact that Yarkona’s blunt and a domineering jackass. She isn’t afraid to tell you off for something, or correct you when you’re doing something wrong. She doesn’t care that you don’t want her opinion. You’re going to get it no matter what.
When Yarkona wants to be mean, however, the worst of her personality comes out. A person who prefers to take care of herself and who hates it when she cannot cope with things around her, Yarkona is a very independent person. Illness doesn’t exsist in her world, and it is only when she physically cannot move that Yarkona will stop striving forward in her attempt to get things done. Of course, despite her loathing of useless people, Yarkona will nevertheless come in and take over the tasks that others haven’t yet done while at the same time yelling at them for not doing them. It doesn’t matter if people were going to get to the tasks in just a moment. Yarkona is not an understanding person, and if she isn’t doing a million things all at once she isn’t happy. Of course, this leads her to be rather stressed all the time, and she usually takes this out on other people once again. Her snippy sarcastic side is an obnoxious addition to her already grating personality. With a heavy dash of cynicism added in, Yarkona is rather a fright to encounter and anyone with a weak constitution should probably stay away because if there is one thing that Yarkona is, it is a bully, and she will not be shy to rip into anyone who she sees as weaker and less competent as she. It isn’t possible to reason with Yarkona either. She has this superior attitude about her that seems to repel all attempts to keep her in line. Yarkona is going to do things her way, or not at all.
Even then, though, many people have trouble being around Yarkona. It is true that she has many sterling qualities, such as being more brave than is good for one’s health, and being so confident that it’s coming out of her ears, but combined with the rest of her personality, Yarkona is more of a person that people avoid than one that people flock to. It doesn’t help that Yarkona’s willing to be loud and brazen about many things that other people would consider taboo. She’s not above being childish in some people’s eyes and shouting such obscenities as “boobs” or “penis”. It’s not as if people don’t know what they are, after all. That’s just who Yarkona is. She’s a strange person who’s going to do strange things at the cost of the rest of the world. And like it or not, the world had better be ready for her, for as soon as she gets out of her little cothold, some very serious stuff is about to go down, and she’s going to be in the middle of all of it, laughing and having a sharding good time!
Family:
Mother – Yartild
Father – Pyrakon
Younger Sister – Yarako
Uncle (Father’s Brother) – Pychahon
Aunt (Married to Pychahon) – Vieddra
Male Cousin (Child of Pychahon/Vieddra) – Pychidra
Male Cousin (Child of Pychahon/Vieddra) – Pyeddra
Uncle (Father’s Brother) – Pyrayuid
Uncle (Married to Arimakel) – Pyretash
Aunt (Mother’s Sister) – Arimakel
Male Cousin (Child of Arimakel/Pyretash) – Pymakel
Female Cousin (Child of Arimakel/Pyretash) – Aritash
Male Cousin (Child of Arimakel/Pyretash) – Pyreskel
Female Cousin (Child of Arimakel/Pyretash) – Aresh
Background:
Born to a family who lived in a small cothold very close to the northern holds, Yarkona’s life was… well, rather boring and repetitive. The day to day things were interesting, but only if pumping water and milking herdbeasts is interesting. To Yarkona it was life, and that is all there is too it. Her family is close knit and for a small cothold, there are a lot of them. To Yarkona, however, this is more of a nuisance than a help. From the time she learned to talk she has been an outgoing and adventurous person, and being cooped up in such a place has never been her dream. Despite all of that, however, Yarkona’s family is her rock, and she does love them, even if she cannot, or will not always show it. Her family both drives her up the wall and keeps her sane. But they are the only family she has, and she’s willing to stick by them, even if it means marrying someone she’s never met before. That’ll come later, however.
Yarkona was the first child in her immediate family to live past the age of two turns. The sad, but honest, truth is that many do not life past that age, especially in a small cothold on the northern part of the northern continent. Yarkona, however, did. At first, it was tentative. A sickly child at first, frail and delicate for her first five or so turns, Yarkona was not exactly pampered. Her parents were busy with the other children in their cothold, many of whom were also dying. It wasn’t as if anyone could help it. But Yarkona, as a child who was doing better than some of the others, was expected to help out in what little ways she could. So Yarkona worked. Worked and worked and worked. She did what she could, and it was in these first few years of her life. Of course, she learned things as well, although mostly what she learned was how to work. But to say the least, the fact that Yarkona survived past five turns was considered a miracle.
Of coure, Yarkona’s parents would have wished for a boy. The other families they lived with had produced males that had survived, but Yarkona had been the one who survived and she was a female. This stigma wasn’t that bad, to be honest. Of course, Yarkona’s family wished for a healthy male, strong and able to compete with the others and pull his own weight in their little society, but at least they had a child who was, if not healthy, at least she was alive, and that was really good enough for them. They were not above working her, however, and it was this mentality that was instilled in Yarkona at an early age, and it was this lifestyle that made her who she is today.
After around five turns, though, Yarkona started to become a little less frail. In fact, she became downright healthy, although, of course, that didn’t happen right overnight. But by the time Yarkona had hit eight turns, she was keeping up with the boys without trouble, and in fact, she had taken a specific liking to her younger cousin, Pyreskel. He was less ill than Yarkona had been, but he was more timid, even then, than she. It wasn’t that the two of them became inseparable, because they didn’t. Yarkona’s family was constantly working, because that was the only way to survive, but each member had different tasks to perform so that everyone can live happily and well. What this meant was that Yarkona and Pyreskel had only the evenings together and lessons. Girls and boys had different chores and were looked after by different family members. But when they did have time together, Pyreskel and Yarkona did play with each other more than they played with the other children.
Girls and boys and the entire family only really interacted with people outside of their cothold a few times a turn. When the traders came, and when they got together with some of the other major cotholds in the area and had a feast. This only happened once a year, but it became something that the children looked forward to. They had running rivalries between themselves and the other children in the other cotholds. The more their numbers grew, the better off they were in these games, and it was the only time that boys and girls were allowed to really interact and play together. It was also the only time that the children didn’t have to work. As time progressed, however, it was also a chance to find prospective husbands and wives. Well, for some of the children it was. For Yarkona, it was a chance to be frustrated at the world in general.
Yarkona was expected to marry somewhere around her sixteenth birthday and have as many children as possible. If not marrying sooner and having even more children. By the time Yarkona was eleven, she had already decided that this was a horrible idea and that she wanted to do something exciting with her life. While the boys were doing things like pretending to be dragon riders and giggling about the girls, except in Pyreskel’s case, which Yarkona noticed, although no one else seemed to, Yarkona was dreaming about getting out of the cothold. She’d dream about visiting places the traders talked about. Of the pearl divers at Keroon and Nerat, and the warm waters of Southern Boll. The pirates who hunted off of Tillek and of so much more. Many of the stories were just stories, but some sounded like so much fun, so exciting. They all beat sitting around and milking herdbeasts, at least.
Then there were the stories about beautiful maidens and heroic men. Yarkona found herself disliking most of these, especially the ones about past riders. They just seemed too unbelievable, which was perhaps why other people enjoyed them so much. Yarkona was both secretly jealous and secretly delighted by the women of the stories, however, even the ones with the riders. They seemed to have so much fun. They got what they wanted, but sometimes at a terrible price. They had adventures and such like. It was just a pity that there had to be men involved too. Yarkona didn’t see the attraction that marrying a man and starting a family seemed to have for the rest of the girls in her cothold. She was related to all of them in some way or another, but it still didn’t seem all that attractive or fun to her. She wanted to do something exciting. Something dangerous and something that no one else had ever dreamed of. Problem was, she didn’t know what it was.
Then came the night around her sixteenth turn when she first kissed a girl. She’d kissed boys long before that, starting around her thirteenth turn because that’s just what you did. She’d never enjoyed it very much, as none of them had been good kissers, but when she first kissed her older cousin, all in fun and games, of course, just to see her squeal and run away, she’d discovered something strange. She much preferred to kiss girls. They were softer, and even if they thought it was gross to kiss another girl, they were still better at it than men. Later on, after much thought, it became apparent to Yarkona that she didn’t like men much, although there were a few exceptions, because she saw them as competition. This meant only two things. First, she had to come up with every excuse possible never to be married to a man, and second, she had to outdo the men around her, which meant never missing an opportunity to mess with them and laugh with them. Which is why when one of the boys from another cothold was going to get married, Yarkona insisted upon being allowed to go with him on his stag night. She wasn’t about to miss the chance to get drunk and laugh at men who were even more drunk than she. Of course, that might have been a mistake. Or perhaps it might have been the best decision in her entire life.
Pets: Nope. She has a sort of soft spot for cute things, but she has enough responsibility without having to deal with a pet. Besides, all pets are sort of communal in her family, and each one has to have a purpose. A pet just for a pet is out of the question. So no, she doesn’t have one, and probably never will.
Color Preference: Hm… if I could have anything for her… maybe a blue or brown. She’s not really a female dragon type person. Maybe a butch green. That could work. So… really, anything…
Queen Only: Noooo. Not at all. She likes the boobs, see? Queens don’t really agree with that, so she’s not about to ride anything shiny. Not that she’d want that. Yarkona would feel completely useless if her dragon couldn’t flame.
Name: Yarkona : Contraction: Ya’kona
Nickname: Kona
Age: Twenty Turns
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual – Leaning toward homosexual
Rank: Candidate
Appearance:
Yarkona is not beautiful. Nor is she pretty. She’s striking, but that’s not necessarily a good thing. All of her features and all of her body, if seen apart, look correct, and even might be pretty. Put together, however, they all seem somewhat… off. Well, more than somewhat, really. It’s just that Yarkona’s features don’t seem to be quite right when viewed as a whole. Her eyes are overlarge for her cheekbones which are too high, and her nose is a little to large for her face… it goes on and on, really. In total, Yarkona is not really attractive in the slightest, when viewed as a whole. Or, at least, she’s not a “standard” beautiful by Pernese standards when viewed as a whole. Certain aspects of her certainly are. Her eyes are large and a lighter brown color, she has light brown hair… darker olive toned skin… these things are pretty, or indeed beautiful, but just… wrong, somehow, on Yarkona. Not that this really bugs her. If it bugs other people she just ignores them. She’s not someone who’s going to be put off if a few people find her funny to look at.
Five foot ten makes for a rather tall girl, and that is what Yarkona stands at. She’s not barely five foot ten either, but a good five foot ten with maybe a bit left over. She stands tall and enjoys her height, tilting her chin up and grinning down on all those who are below her, which is actually quite a few people. After all, she stand about nose to nose with most of the men on Pern, and is willing to act just like one if that’s what it takes to get respect. With more feminine shoulders than she’d like, and a neck that’s a little longer than average, however, Yarkona will never look masculine. Her inherent femininity is helped, much to her chagrin, by her body shape, which is nothing short of voluptuous. She’s strong, don’t get us wrong, but this is undermined by the fact that Yarkona’s female relatives were built to have children and to have a lot of them. Thin pretty petite girl are for holds where beauty is valued over productivity. This means muscle, and quite a bit of it. Now, it would be correct to say that if Yarkona was any shorter she would be even stranger looking than she already is, because she would appear to be overweight. Of course, Yarkona has never been overweight in her life, manual labor and good solid healthy meals mean that extra weight is shed, if it was ever put on in the first palce, but the illusion of extra mass sometimes happens when large hips and a large bust are close together.
However, this doesn’t really happen with Yarkona. Yes, she has large hips and a large bust, but she is also tall and has a torso that is just long enough to make her appear more buxom than fat. Not that she really has a large torso, mind. Most of Yarkona’s height is leg, which is common in her family. She’s a strange person to look at, it is true, and cannot be stated enough, but her legs are quite beautiful, really. Long, shapely, and curvatious, just like her body. Long arms, strong and with some muscle definition honed by a life of hauling wood and harvest, and general hard work make her appear lanky, at least, to some degree. Long fingers finish off her long arms, but Yarkona’s fingers are bonier than anything, and are not all that nice to look at, although she likes how they look. Of course, Yarkona has a weird taste in body parts, so she doesn’t really count there. Yarkona’s nails are always short, although she’d prefer if they were long and beautiful, a little bit of jealousy, unusual in Yarkona, showing through there. Long nails carry illness, and are easily broken when you work like Yarkona is used to. It just doesn’t work real well, honestly.
Yakona’s hair is short cropped and rather flippant. It doesn’t like to obey, and if it was any longer than it is, which, again, is short, it would break the teeth off of combs and brushes. Thick coarse and unruly, Yarkona brushes it to the best of her ability and then ignores it. Dark, dark brown, Yarkona’s hair parts naturally to the side, her bangs never quite long enough to tuck back behind her ears, but just long enough to tickle her nose and lips. The rest of Yarkona’s hair does tuck back behind her ears, and that pleases her, because it’s nice to have your hair out of your eyes. Cut short in back, so that it barely brushes the base of her neck, and only tickles her jaw a little bit, the cut isn’t exactly what you would call flattering. The cut is, however, incredibly Yarkona. It fits her perfectly, and she isn’t about to change something that works. There’s no point, and so it’s not about to change. On Yarkona’s right side her bangs tend to defy gravity more than on the left and give her a strange puffy look. It’s not really her fault. She doesn’t do anything to them to make them that way; they are just so stiff that they do it of their own volition. Even water applied constantly can’t stop her bangs from swooping out and then dipping down.
Now onto the most interesting and strange part of Yarkona, her face. A large forehead and incredibly high cheekbones accent a long face, which is also characteristic in her family. In fact, Yarkona’s cheekbones are so high that her jaw line doesn’t quite match up; this leaves her with a strange emaciated look that doesn’t fit with the rest of her ample appearance. Of course, Yarkona’s jaw line gives her an incredibly pointy look, her chin being thin and not nearly wide enough for the rest of her head. Yarkona’s ears are set farther back on her skull than normal, and are smaller than one should think, and unfortunately, at least to those to whom looks matter, Yarkona’s ears are almost always visible. She could care less, of course, and displays her ears as prominently as she can. As for eyebrows, Yarkona’s are actually rather shapely and nice, although they are as dark as her hair, and stand out on her face. They draw attention away from her eyes, which isn’t a good thing because Yarkona does have nice eyes. Her lids and brows are a little to heavy for her eyes, however, apart from being too dark.
One important aspect of Yarkona that has not been mentioned is her skin. Well, in point of fact, it has been mentioned, but not in any great depth, and it must not be overlooked. The same dark olive skin that the rest of her family seems to share also graces Yarkona. Some find it funny that her family, and indeed her, skin is as dark as it is, but several generations’ back her family was from around Ista. This accounts for her dark skin, eyes, and hair. And speaking of eyes, Yarkona’s are large and soulful, set farther back in her sockets than perhaps is attractive, it is true, but they themselves are rather nice. Brown, just like her hair, Yarkona eyes show her emotions freely, and have an intensity to them that is rather terrifying. Of course, all of Yarkona’s body is rather expressive, as she is not one to be shy about her opinions and moods, but it is her eyes that convey the complete message. Framed by lashes which are neither long nor short, thick nor lacking, but the same shade of brown as her brows and hair, Yarkona doesn’t pay much heed to her lashes. After all, they are what they are, and there’s no way she can change them. Why bother worrying about it? That brings up Yarkona’s nose, which is in no way attractive. It’s slightly hooked at the end, with a sharp line defining and splitting her face into two almost equal halves. Of course, her nose isn’t symmetrical, but neither is her face. Too large, again, like most of her family, Yarkona’s nose is prominent and obtrusive, even though it is thin and pointy. Surprisingly, however, Yarkona’s lips are more full than one would expect. They aren’t incredibly full, and are not perfect, by any stretch of the imagination. In fact, Yarkona’s mouth is too small for her face. Despite this, however, her lips do have a good shape to them and create a very small natural pout, which many do find attractive despite themselves. This is partially helped by Yarkona’s teeth, which are pushed forward too much, creating an unnatrual looking bump between her chin and her bottom lip, although there’s not much she can do for it, so she doesn’t care.
Personality:
The first thing anyone should know about Yarkona is that she is nasty. She can be nice, and kind, but that takes effort and her basic nature is much more… black than that. That isn’t to say Yarkona is evil, or even bad. She is not, in any way, either of those things. In fact, she is as good as they can come, but that doesn’t mean she has to be happy about that fact, or nice to anyone because of it. It just can make her difficult to deal with sometimes, which is in fact, more like all of the time. Kindness is another thing about Yarkona that should be mentioned straight away. She doesn’t normally have any kindness. It isn’t something that naturally comes to her, and although Yarkona is able to have some kindness sometimes, she usually reserves it for when people really need it.
Yarkona is startlingly intelligent, and unlike many people who are intelligent, she is also clever. This is very important to know because of how tricky it can make your time with her. Clever, quick, and bright, Yarkona has no time for those who enjoy their ignorance. In fact, she loathes such people, and will not stand to be in their presence because she really cannot stand to deal with them. She finds it beyond frustrating and can sometimes make very little distinction between people who honestly cannot become intelligent and those who simply wish to remain ignorant. Unlike many intelligent people, however, Yarkona is social. This doesn’t mean that people like her, however. This just means she is willing to go up and talk and interact with people. Mostly, people don’t like Yarkona. She’s tough to get along with and is incredibly abrasive, although there are several qualities about her personality that people fail to realize, or if they do, fail to remember. All that most people remember is a stern expression and condescending words. Usually, that’s all Yarkona has for people anyway.
The thing about Yarkona is, however, that she’s incredibly and overly practical. Practicality is, for the most part, a good thing. However, there comes a point when being practical is just becomes a character flaw, and that’s the level that Yarkona has reached. Many people would call her unfeeling and uncaring, but she isn’t. She is logical, however. Boyfriend/girlfriend dumps her? Well, alright. What are the reasons, why did that happen, and how do we go about fixing the problem for next time. That’s how Yarkona thinks. There’s no point being angry, because that’s not going to change anything, and would be rather counter productive. It’s not that she doesn’t get angry, because she does. Yarkona has quite a temper on her, it’s just that after the anger, she is able to think clearly and get things done. And she is able to work through the anger most of the time. Along with being almost painfully practical, Yarkona is a realistic person, not prone to seeing the good or the bad exclusively. She knows that yes, people can die. However, she also knows that they don’t always die, and that while dying is a possibility, it might not happen. She is by no means an optimist, but neither is she a pessimist, as both of these things tend to piss her off.
Yarkona is nothing if not a competent and straightforward person. People who lie and cheat piss her off, which is indeed her usual state of being. Pissed off or just annoyed in general. It’s not that she’s unable to be happy, it’s just that she’s happiest when annoyed at something some one else did to screw something up. Little things she doesn’t really get annoyed at, but bigger ones are a different matter. Anyways, back to the fact that Yarkona is a no-nonsense sort of person. She’s just the sort of person who dives into things, without planning, and gets them done. There’s no point dithering around and being useless. That’s not going to get anything fixed. No, in Yarkona’s world, there’s only one way to do things, and that’s the obvious way. It’s usually similar and easier and more efficient and better than any other way. This tends to annoy people, as most of Yarkona does. This problem is compounded by the fact that Yarkona’s blunt and a domineering jackass. She isn’t afraid to tell you off for something, or correct you when you’re doing something wrong. She doesn’t care that you don’t want her opinion. You’re going to get it no matter what.
When Yarkona wants to be mean, however, the worst of her personality comes out. A person who prefers to take care of herself and who hates it when she cannot cope with things around her, Yarkona is a very independent person. Illness doesn’t exsist in her world, and it is only when she physically cannot move that Yarkona will stop striving forward in her attempt to get things done. Of course, despite her loathing of useless people, Yarkona will nevertheless come in and take over the tasks that others haven’t yet done while at the same time yelling at them for not doing them. It doesn’t matter if people were going to get to the tasks in just a moment. Yarkona is not an understanding person, and if she isn’t doing a million things all at once she isn’t happy. Of course, this leads her to be rather stressed all the time, and she usually takes this out on other people once again. Her snippy sarcastic side is an obnoxious addition to her already grating personality. With a heavy dash of cynicism added in, Yarkona is rather a fright to encounter and anyone with a weak constitution should probably stay away because if there is one thing that Yarkona is, it is a bully, and she will not be shy to rip into anyone who she sees as weaker and less competent as she. It isn’t possible to reason with Yarkona either. She has this superior attitude about her that seems to repel all attempts to keep her in line. Yarkona is going to do things her way, or not at all.
Even then, though, many people have trouble being around Yarkona. It is true that she has many sterling qualities, such as being more brave than is good for one’s health, and being so confident that it’s coming out of her ears, but combined with the rest of her personality, Yarkona is more of a person that people avoid than one that people flock to. It doesn’t help that Yarkona’s willing to be loud and brazen about many things that other people would consider taboo. She’s not above being childish in some people’s eyes and shouting such obscenities as “boobs” or “penis”. It’s not as if people don’t know what they are, after all. That’s just who Yarkona is. She’s a strange person who’s going to do strange things at the cost of the rest of the world. And like it or not, the world had better be ready for her, for as soon as she gets out of her little cothold, some very serious stuff is about to go down, and she’s going to be in the middle of all of it, laughing and having a sharding good time!
Family:
Mother – Yartild
Father – Pyrakon
Younger Sister – Yarako
Uncle (Father’s Brother) – Pychahon
Aunt (Married to Pychahon) – Vieddra
Male Cousin (Child of Pychahon/Vieddra) – Pychidra
Male Cousin (Child of Pychahon/Vieddra) – Pyeddra
Uncle (Father’s Brother) – Pyrayuid
Uncle (Married to Arimakel) – Pyretash
Aunt (Mother’s Sister) – Arimakel
Male Cousin (Child of Arimakel/Pyretash) – Pymakel
Female Cousin (Child of Arimakel/Pyretash) – Aritash
Male Cousin (Child of Arimakel/Pyretash) – Pyreskel
Female Cousin (Child of Arimakel/Pyretash) – Aresh
Background:
Born to a family who lived in a small cothold very close to the northern holds, Yarkona’s life was… well, rather boring and repetitive. The day to day things were interesting, but only if pumping water and milking herdbeasts is interesting. To Yarkona it was life, and that is all there is too it. Her family is close knit and for a small cothold, there are a lot of them. To Yarkona, however, this is more of a nuisance than a help. From the time she learned to talk she has been an outgoing and adventurous person, and being cooped up in such a place has never been her dream. Despite all of that, however, Yarkona’s family is her rock, and she does love them, even if she cannot, or will not always show it. Her family both drives her up the wall and keeps her sane. But they are the only family she has, and she’s willing to stick by them, even if it means marrying someone she’s never met before. That’ll come later, however.
Yarkona was the first child in her immediate family to live past the age of two turns. The sad, but honest, truth is that many do not life past that age, especially in a small cothold on the northern part of the northern continent. Yarkona, however, did. At first, it was tentative. A sickly child at first, frail and delicate for her first five or so turns, Yarkona was not exactly pampered. Her parents were busy with the other children in their cothold, many of whom were also dying. It wasn’t as if anyone could help it. But Yarkona, as a child who was doing better than some of the others, was expected to help out in what little ways she could. So Yarkona worked. Worked and worked and worked. She did what she could, and it was in these first few years of her life. Of course, she learned things as well, although mostly what she learned was how to work. But to say the least, the fact that Yarkona survived past five turns was considered a miracle.
Of coure, Yarkona’s parents would have wished for a boy. The other families they lived with had produced males that had survived, but Yarkona had been the one who survived and she was a female. This stigma wasn’t that bad, to be honest. Of course, Yarkona’s family wished for a healthy male, strong and able to compete with the others and pull his own weight in their little society, but at least they had a child who was, if not healthy, at least she was alive, and that was really good enough for them. They were not above working her, however, and it was this mentality that was instilled in Yarkona at an early age, and it was this lifestyle that made her who she is today.
After around five turns, though, Yarkona started to become a little less frail. In fact, she became downright healthy, although, of course, that didn’t happen right overnight. But by the time Yarkona had hit eight turns, she was keeping up with the boys without trouble, and in fact, she had taken a specific liking to her younger cousin, Pyreskel. He was less ill than Yarkona had been, but he was more timid, even then, than she. It wasn’t that the two of them became inseparable, because they didn’t. Yarkona’s family was constantly working, because that was the only way to survive, but each member had different tasks to perform so that everyone can live happily and well. What this meant was that Yarkona and Pyreskel had only the evenings together and lessons. Girls and boys had different chores and were looked after by different family members. But when they did have time together, Pyreskel and Yarkona did play with each other more than they played with the other children.
Girls and boys and the entire family only really interacted with people outside of their cothold a few times a turn. When the traders came, and when they got together with some of the other major cotholds in the area and had a feast. This only happened once a year, but it became something that the children looked forward to. They had running rivalries between themselves and the other children in the other cotholds. The more their numbers grew, the better off they were in these games, and it was the only time that boys and girls were allowed to really interact and play together. It was also the only time that the children didn’t have to work. As time progressed, however, it was also a chance to find prospective husbands and wives. Well, for some of the children it was. For Yarkona, it was a chance to be frustrated at the world in general.
Yarkona was expected to marry somewhere around her sixteenth birthday and have as many children as possible. If not marrying sooner and having even more children. By the time Yarkona was eleven, she had already decided that this was a horrible idea and that she wanted to do something exciting with her life. While the boys were doing things like pretending to be dragon riders and giggling about the girls, except in Pyreskel’s case, which Yarkona noticed, although no one else seemed to, Yarkona was dreaming about getting out of the cothold. She’d dream about visiting places the traders talked about. Of the pearl divers at Keroon and Nerat, and the warm waters of Southern Boll. The pirates who hunted off of Tillek and of so much more. Many of the stories were just stories, but some sounded like so much fun, so exciting. They all beat sitting around and milking herdbeasts, at least.
Then there were the stories about beautiful maidens and heroic men. Yarkona found herself disliking most of these, especially the ones about past riders. They just seemed too unbelievable, which was perhaps why other people enjoyed them so much. Yarkona was both secretly jealous and secretly delighted by the women of the stories, however, even the ones with the riders. They seemed to have so much fun. They got what they wanted, but sometimes at a terrible price. They had adventures and such like. It was just a pity that there had to be men involved too. Yarkona didn’t see the attraction that marrying a man and starting a family seemed to have for the rest of the girls in her cothold. She was related to all of them in some way or another, but it still didn’t seem all that attractive or fun to her. She wanted to do something exciting. Something dangerous and something that no one else had ever dreamed of. Problem was, she didn’t know what it was.
Then came the night around her sixteenth turn when she first kissed a girl. She’d kissed boys long before that, starting around her thirteenth turn because that’s just what you did. She’d never enjoyed it very much, as none of them had been good kissers, but when she first kissed her older cousin, all in fun and games, of course, just to see her squeal and run away, she’d discovered something strange. She much preferred to kiss girls. They were softer, and even if they thought it was gross to kiss another girl, they were still better at it than men. Later on, after much thought, it became apparent to Yarkona that she didn’t like men much, although there were a few exceptions, because she saw them as competition. This meant only two things. First, she had to come up with every excuse possible never to be married to a man, and second, she had to outdo the men around her, which meant never missing an opportunity to mess with them and laugh with them. Which is why when one of the boys from another cothold was going to get married, Yarkona insisted upon being allowed to go with him on his stag night. She wasn’t about to miss the chance to get drunk and laugh at men who were even more drunk than she. Of course, that might have been a mistake. Or perhaps it might have been the best decision in her entire life.
Pets: Nope. She has a sort of soft spot for cute things, but she has enough responsibility without having to deal with a pet. Besides, all pets are sort of communal in her family, and each one has to have a purpose. A pet just for a pet is out of the question. So no, she doesn’t have one, and probably never will.
Color Preference: Hm… if I could have anything for her… maybe a blue or brown. She’s not really a female dragon type person. Maybe a butch green. That could work. So… really, anything…
Queen Only: Noooo. Not at all. She likes the boobs, see? Queens don’t really agree with that, so she’s not about to ride anything shiny. Not that she’d want that. Yarkona would feel completely useless if her dragon couldn’t flame.
