Candidiate Opafergon
Kouga
hanjikouga@gmail.com
Common
Knowledge: Her knack for getting into fights
and the tattoos she sports are her back are what she is most known for.
Her times as a failed apprentice is known by her fellow smith’s but kept
from others. Her current status as a rather unskilled smith is widely know
as well, and she will grumble about her lack of talent in it to any one
who wants to listen.
Character Name: Opafergon
Birthdate (age): 08.12.3298 (23)
Gender: Female
Birthplace: Igen Weyr
Current Location: Last Hope Weyr
Mother: Hergon, Deceased at 30 (turn 3305) in the
plague, Cook
Father: Opafen, Deceased at 39 (turn 3316) in earthshake, Cook
Half Brother: Oipaku, Deceased at 17 (turn 3316) in earthshake, Journeyman
Weaver
Half Sister: Bifen, Deceased at 3 (turn 3310) in plague, Weyrbrat
Half Brother: Feron, Deceased at 7 (turn 3316) in earthshake, Weyrbrat
Half Brother: Pati, Deceased at 1 (turn 3316) from SIDs not long before
earthshake, Weyrbrat
Physical Description:
Opafergon is 5’7” tall and weighs about 130. Her build is really not to
much, but her stance, which seams to make her always appear on the
offensive. Her hair is unusually long for a dragon rider as it comes to
about her midback-probably longer if she would leave it unbraided-and is a
dark brown almost black in color. Her eyes are almost and aquamarine in
color and are a contrast to the rest of her features being nearly rounded
in shape. Her skin has almost a naturally /dark/ tan to it, that has only
gotten darker over the turns; and the only thing that mars this are the
scars she holds.
Of scars she has a good number from her history of fighting: one that is
about an inch above her eyes from where she ran into a table when she was
younger, other then that she has several though they have all faded to
where they are hardly noticeable now except for that fact that they are
lighter parts in her skin.
Oh yes and of course you can’t forget the tattoos on either side of her
back, they are rather crude compared ones on terrain, but still rather
good. The one on the right is on a firelizard, or so she says: a dark
green in color only just a shade lighter then black in color; her wings
are spread slightly just enough to be seen; her tail is turned up to where
the tip touches the leading edge of her right wing; she looks like a
sitting canine with her foreclaws settled between her hind; and her head
is turned to the left a bit enough to let a lightly colored blue eye show;
and is then highlighted in a the same light blue as her eyes. The one on
the left nearly mirrors the one on the right only it is a dragon, or once
more so she says: a dark blue in color that if one didn’t know better
would think is the same color as the first one; his wings are spread
slightly just enough to be seen; his tail is turned up to where the tip
touches the leading edge of his left wing; he looks like a sitting canine
with his foreclaws settled between his hind; and his head is turned to the
right a bit enough to let a lightly colored green eye show; and is then
highlighted in the same light green as his eyes. If you ever ask her she
will tell you both hurt worse then the cold of *between* but that she
would endure it again for the results that she got.
Her usual dress consists of hide vests and pants in varying shades of
lighter blues and greens, along with a blue or green hide belt, her boots
that come to about her mid-calf and are usually blue-unless they are her
good pair-in color to match her wonderful Coruth, and a basic brown sheath
which hold her belt knife.
Personality:
Opafergon is rather openly bisexual, and is probably
rather lucky she was Weyr born rather then Hold or Hall born. Even early
in life she has always been more boyish in nature, and is now the
protective butch type of person for while she is bisexual she is usually
more into women then men.
She is rather protective of her friends and gets into fights quite often
over supposed sights she might have seen others commit against these
friends, and this can sometimes make her unreliable-or undiplomatic-as she
might think a friend is insulted and behave against dragonrider code which
despite the fact she is only a candidate she tries to live by, or not end
up completing her chore.
She has a large amount of muscle to her, and it can be rather intimidating
at time, and her walk often sets her apart. Between her shear size-at
least for a woman-, her confidence, her walk, and her attitude she has few
friends, which can actually be a benefit as it does curb her fighting for
her friends.
She has no problems what so ever with her sexuality and this also caused
her a few problems growing up. Who wants to be friends with some girl who
likes other girls? Because while it is excepted in a Weyr, children can
and will be cruel and this caused her several friends and a good many
fights.
She fights to much,
but she is trying to curb it as has nearly go her thrown from candidacy
several times. Basically everything, she is only barley good at her craft
even and it took a good bit of pity for them to even promote her to a
Senior Apprentice.
She had become good at
getting her licks in in a fight. She hardly feels pain, at least like is
normal for feeling pain. After so many fights, cuts, and even her tattoos
she has become resistant to it and while it is there it doesn’t slow her
down it just tells her she had been hit.
History:
Opafergon was born from a brief fling between her
mother and father. It was more of a lust relationship then one of love,
and didn’t last long especially after Hergon became pregnant. Opafen tried
to insist she abort the child, but Hergon refused saying that she was hold
bread and did not believe in doing such things; and so it was that the
relationship was ended.
Opafergon was all but rejected by her mother after her birth, and was
fostered just as quickly as the harper could manage it, she had never
really wanted children and had only kept her because of her hold bound
ways. Her foster mother was not too much more loving of her then her birth
mother had been, but it only reinforced her naturally boyish nature. When
she was four turns old she was chasing after a hatchling tunnelsnake, and
managed to beam herself on the head on the edge of a table. The wound bled
for a good time, but even as the healer put in the needed four or five
stitches she didn’t even flinch, and as soon as the healer let Yaairsa
take her from the infirmary she was again away from the hated woman who
tried to control her and didn’t really want her anyways.
The turns passed and this was how things continued for Opafergon, being by
her self having very few if any friends, and being the foster child of a
woman who had no use nor need for her. As her 10th birthing day approached
things /seamed/ to get a bit better for her when her foster mother said
she was allowed into her shop, but they didn’t. All she did in the tanner
shop was move things around like some grunt, or a drudge who could do
nothing better.
Two turns of this Opafergon suffered under, growing to hate the women who
called themselves her mother and foster mother. And then on the day of her
12th birthing day she chose to leave the weyr and become a harper. She
hitched a ride to the hall, and quickly became an apprentice. Though being
a harper was /not/ all it was cracked up to be, and after only 7 months
she was sent packing back to Igen-though she of course didn’t realize it
was mainly because she was a child of the riders who were the cause for
the disease-a failed apprentice. Upon her return she took a different
path, and quickly took her right to stand for the next clutch on the
sands.
She walked of the burning sands her first time with nothing to show for it
but a red face from the heat. Later that turn she moved to Southern Weyr
as the Weyrs combined due to lack of numbers. Turns passed after that and
it wasn’t until her fifteenth turn that she finally decided that she
couldn’t do it anymore. Being a candidate was all well and good, but she
had to have something else too. She wasn’t good at anything though was the
problem and so she was stuck. Until a journey into the Weyr’s forge one
day, not all of them made small or default things and so she asked to
apprentice.
This time she didn’t fail, but she has progressed very slowly. Between
being a candidate and just not picking up on things very fast it took her
four turns to even become a senior apprentice. In the mean time though she
was one of the people present at the nonhatching of the golden egg. While
she was saddened about that she was also annoyed that she couldn’t be one
of the girls to impress anyways. She managed to stay annoyed at that for a
couple months grumbling every time she passed one of the girl’s who
impress, but like at every other hatching she got over it.
Two turns later found her out of the Weyr on a trip to a small hold with
some goods when the earth shakes hit. Luckily she was only a day’s walk
from the Weyr, but the site that greeted her was horrible. Southern was a
pile of rubble. Saddened that her home was now gone she made her way back
to find every one she knew dead. She grieved for them silently, never once
crying.
CRAFTER INFORMATION
Crafter Rank: Failed
Apprentice
Craft: Harper
Specialty: None
Turns in Craft: Seven months
CRAFTER INFORMATION
Crafter Rank: Smith
Craft: Senior Apprentice
Specialty: None
Turns in Craft: 8 turns