Wingrider Kawen
Kouga
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Common
Knowledge: It is known that she like so many
others lost many people she knew to the plague and the earthshake that
sent Southern falling to the ground. It is also known that she does not
like the position she, other female blueriders, and Shona were all put in
after they impressed not only non queens, but /male/ dragons. Her betting
habits are also a rather widely known fact and it’s usually easy for
people to con her into new ones. There are quite a few who know of her
knife skills to and tend to avoid her bets on that.
Character Name: Kawen
Birthdate (age): 04.02.3300 (20)
Gender: Female
Birthplace: Southern Weyr
Current Location: Last Hope Weyr
Family:
Mother: Kjirati, deceased at 39 in earthshake, Journeywoman Tanner
Father: Nerwen, deceased at 37 in earthshake, Journeyman Tanner
Sister: Ktere, deceased at 2 in plague, Weyr Brat
Brother: Nerti, deceased at 3 months in plague, Last Hope Weyr, Weyr Brat
Sister: Kjirawen, 4 (12.13.3315), Last Hope Weyr, Weyr Brat
Son: Gowen, 5 (01.10.3315), Last Hope Weyr, Weyr Brat
Son: Jiogen, 1 (05.20.3319), Last Hope Weyr, Weyr Brat
Other: G’ki, deceased at 25 in plague, greenrider and father of Gowen
Jiogu, 17, Last Hope Weyr, Candidate and father of Jiogen
Physical Description: Kawen is about 5’7”
tall and weighs some were around 150 pounds. Her body is mostly toned due
to candidate and Weyrling training, but is not truly ‘all’ muscle either,
she does not have any real ‘womanish’ features about her how ever; with no
real chest or defined hip; she has more the look of a young boy then a
young woman. Her wavy hair is cut to her shoulder blades, pulled back in a
thong, and is black in color with lighter redish streaks here and there
from sun bleaching. Her eyes are almost almond shaped and are something of
an aquamarine in color. Her skin is naturally darker then most being some
where around a light woody brown color.
Kawen’s usual dress consists of hide pants that come to just blow her knee
& a cloth vest usually of a blue or brown that are rather faded and in the
case of some of her older ones were once long hide pants and long sleeve
cloth shirts but after turns of used she has had to cut off part of the
pant legs and the sleeves of the shirt; ankle boots of a once dark navy-ish
blue, but that are a bit worn and should really be replaced; belt that is
sometimes merely a piece of rope if she can’t manage to find the old and
ragged bit of hide she calls a belt; & her belt knife the only thing other
then Dileuth and her self-though not her clothes-that she managed to keep
looking good. Despite her recent change in attitude over the past three
turns or so this is just one thing she has not been able to change and is
often nagged at about by many people.
Personality: She has always been a bit of an
odd little thing.
When she first discovered that she liked other woman as much as men she
was beyond freaked out and refused to admit it to anyone. Despite her
growing up in a Weyr, her parent’s beliefs were to strong and told her it
was wrong to like others of her sex as much as those not of her sex. So it
was just not possible that she could. So it took a while for this to
change, but slowly it has especially with Dileuth helping her.
When she was younger she was a confident girl. She knew who she was and
what she was going to be. Then she got her first crush on another girl and
she was shaken. She withdrew and became a bit less sure of herself though
it wasn’t quite noticeable at this point. It wasn’t until Dileuth found
her that it became bad. She became a rather unconfident person and was
nearly always second guessing herself on weather she was doing the right
thing, or weather she was doing enough for Dileuth, or if she was seeing
Gowen enough. It became rather bad for a while and she ended up seeing a
Mind Healer about it, but she only ended up depressing him with all her
self doubts. Then her world was shattered with the fall of Southern and it
was actually what started her recovery. She was forced to be strong for
everyone else, especially her mate and son who had lost many in it, her
mate dealing with the loss of so many fellow dragons at once and her son
having lost many of his friends and even his foster mother. She has since
become much more like the person she once was, but there are still those
nigglings in the back of her mind, but then again who doesn’t have those.
Other then that though she does have a bit of a betting problem. She can’t
win many if her life counted on it though, not unless she can con someone
into a throwing game. She is good at tossing her belt knife about. It was
a present from her parents when she apprenticed as a tanner and since then
has become a source of fun. The first time had been on accident she was
holding it and went to point, but her grip wasn’t good enough and she used
too much force and it went flying from her hand. From there is has been
what sparked her obsession with betting. First getting people to bet
against her then spreading out, to hatching flights and just anything else
that struck her fancy.
Other then that skill though, she feels useless. She isn’t really good at
much of anything and the only real way for her to make marks is if she can
con someone into a throwing contest and win some. It annoys her to no end,
but that’s just another reason she is glad she impressed other wise she
has no clue what she would be.
She has a natural talent for throwing her
knife about, and she has a naturial talent for managing to fail at nearly
everything else.
She is a confident person, she knows what she
can do and she is usually rather good at drawing the line and knowing when
to say when.
She is not a very ‘motherly’ person and is
not the best at comforting her two sons if they are hurt, nor is she a
very empathic person. She has had so many problems of her own that she
just can not stand to hear about other’s problems, everyone has problems
but no one wants to hear about yours cause they do have their own.
History: Kawen was born in Southern Weyr to
Kjrati and Nerwen who were both Journeyman Tanners stationed there. She
was their first child and was a miracle to them both, they had been trying
for some time to have a child, but it had seamed that Kjrati just couldn’t
get pregnant that was until they found out about Kawen. Her parents were
both rather bigoted with raising their daughter, she was going to be a
woman of standing when she got older and from early on she was treated
like it. Her parents often bought or made her new and rather feminine
clothes, which she often either didn’t were or wore only under duress as
most of them were uncomfortable, and a five turn would rather be
comfortable and play and have fun then to learn to sew and tan hides so
that they could become a master tanner.
At eight turns old when Kawen was informed she had a sister she was nearly
ecstatic, all she thought of Ktere as was a playmate. She soon found out
however that her baby sister was /not/ a playmate she was a hungry,
screaming, crying, hair pulling little monster. So instead the young Kawen
turned to other Weyr brats for fun; making friends with some of the other
girls. Together they played tricks on some of the hold boys, went to
classes with the hold harper, and eventually got their first crushes.
Trying to have as normal a life as they could with friends and family
dieing around them.
While her friends were all now fawning over the boys only a turn before
they had been playing tricks on she was feeling an attraction to one of
her best friends in the group, a girl. How could this be she was to be a
Master Tanner, a lady of standing, she could not have feelings for one of
her girl friends, could she? She was twelve turns old now and she couldn’t
understand what was wrong with her, why did she have these feelings for
one of her friends instead of for one of the boys like the rest of the
girls? Sure she had seen it around the Weyr, but it was not something that
/she/ could ever do, no her parents were to hidebound in their raising of
her it just couldn’t be they would never forgive her.
It didn’t matter though, a turn later she ruined in their eyes either way.
There was a gold egg on the sands and under pressure from her parents she
decided to stand. The problem came when the egg /didn’t/ hatch and she
still impressed. Somewhere towards the end when she thought she was safe
it happened. A smallish dark blue egg broke neatly down the center and out
tumbled this beautiful little light blue slip of a thing.
He wasted very little time on the sands though standing himself up and
intentionally marched past a group of boys that had been left standing, as
if saying ha ha your are good enough for me, before marching right up to
her. He plopped himself down in front of her with a ((Mine what is wrong,
I am your Dileuth, don’t you want me?)) Dileuth asked his mind voice laden
with sadness. Kawen was stunned, a blue? No she couldn’t impress a blue it
wasn’t proper, only a gold should go to a girl she couldn’t impress a
blue. But instead of the rejection she tried to force out all she managed
was a weak “Dileuth?”. ((Yes that is my name Mine, Don’t you love your
Dileuth)) the little blue asked her. In that one second what was right
fled her, she had hurt him, and she never wanted to hurt her wounderful
Dileuth. Kawen dropped to her knees in the hot sands to give the little
dragonet a large hug “Of course I love you my blue beauty.” Kawen told the
dragonet who crooned happily.
Weyrling training was hard, for everyone. With the candidates who had been
chosen for the gold impressed to blues, greens, and even a brown most of
the class was looked down upon. For a while it got to Kawen, they were
being looked down upon and while she knew why at the same time she didn’t
know why. Didn’t everyone say that it was the dragon who chose? If it was
then why were they looking down on the bluerideing girls and the one on a
brown so much?
She never could wrap her mind around that and for a while it drove her to
be a bit of a loner seeing none really other then the father of her first
child and son G’ki until he died four turns ago just days before Gowen’s
first birthing day in the earthshake. It was not until the earthshake that
killed so many as they slept that she began to become her self again. She
was now one of eighteen dragonriders left, and she could no longer afford
to wallow in her self pitty of not being what others said she should be.
So she became more strong and firm before more the typical rider. She was
in the thick of everything her and Dileuth helping to rebuild the now
shattered Weyr. She worked hard to help make Last Hope carries things and
people here and there, she had never been afraid of manual labor and this
was just more of it. it was not until Perone became Weyrleader that she
truly felt appreciated. She was the only other blue riding female left and
now she was Weyrleader, things could get better for her and for their
female brown riding clutchmate.
DRAGONRIDER INFORMATION
Dragonrider Rank: Wingrider
Honorific: None, though Dileuth will call her
K’wen now and again to mess with her
Dragon Name: Dileuth
Hatch Location: Southern
Age: 7
Color: Blue
Physical Description: He is a rather lightly
colored little thing. A little thing he is too, he was hatched small and
has not grown out of it still being well on the small side of normal for
his color. He is not a very bulky thing either, more sleek and built for
agility and maneuverability then endurance. He can last a while, but not
quite as long as some of his large color mates he had to rely on his speed
and ability to quickly recover himself instead to carry his through what
ever.
Personality: He is a relatively happy little
thing. It’s hard to upset him, but if you do you might want to watch out
he is one of those zero to OMGWTFH kinda people, er dragons rather, if you
get him riled up enough he has been know to scare people into thinking he
was going to learn to breath fire without firestone. It is hard to do that
for the most part though, a bad comment about Kawen though is defiantly
the easiest way to set him off and he doesn’t care who you are if you
would speak badly about his rider he would love to rip you to shreds.
Otherwise he can usually be found playing in the lake, enjoying the sun,
or even when he could find them dragonets as he seems to like children of
any kind though dragon babies seem to be his favorites. Well aside from
his rider’s hatchlings of course, they are his because they are hers so
they are always the best ones.
CRAFTER INFORMATION
Crafter Rank: Failed Apprentice
Craft: Tanner
Specialty: None
Turns in Craft: her parents tried to train
her for most of her life, but officially 1 before impression