Ajral

petal-sweet, thorn-sharp.
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Description

Some people are just born with that look just begging any aunties or grannies to feed them and Ajral happens to be one such gal. If she had a bit more meat on her bones, the woman's towering height might be imposing but her build leans more towards the wispy side. Dark brown hair that can't hold a curl for the life of her normally cascades down her back and frames a face with well-defined jaw and cheekbones. Her eyebrows are impeccably groomed and highlight her grey-green eyes.


History

Ajral was born at High Reaches Weyr, where she is presumably the child of someone and also someone else — that being the most she ever knew. She was given to the creche at only days old and raised as any other weyrbrat would be. Bright and curious, she did well enough in Harper classes (though sometimes got bored, or wandered off, or simply forgot to turn up) and seemed utterly devoid of the thrill of dragons that was instilled in most Weyr children. At twelve she was bugging the aunties and the Weyrcrafters alike for someone, anyone to take her on — her lack of specific passion for a single task was what held up her search for a job.

A turn later, Ajral was finally selected as a student by one of the Healers on the merits of her soothing voice and her fine handwriting, something she had long and often worked on. It turned out she was decent at Healing concepts, too, though a class early on after her arrival at the Hall proper had her finding her path rather quickly. While she had to learn the basics of every form and of general practice just as any other Healer apprentice would, it was mindhealing that Ajral took a shine to and showed quick talent for. That soothing voice was one she was able to turn entreating, encouraging or enthralling as needed, and as she grew older and trained more she became a fast hand at defusing or redirecting tense situations. She's lost other skills — while she could do a basic suturing in an emergency, don't ask her to sew a finger back on — but reached that point of being trained enough, old enough and good enough to receive her Journeyman's knot a few months after turning nineteen.

The Hall sent her back to High Reaches first, but Ajral was dissatisfied, bored, and comfortable saying so. She wanted a change of environment. And did they ever get her one, recalling Ajral and sending her down south to the biggest change of environment that had a need: Xanadu Weyr.

On-Camera Developments

  • Was Searched for Leirith and Garouth's second clutch just before turning 21, and has stood many times since then.
  • Started working on a senior journeyman/eventual hopeful Mastery project that wasn't her original "dragon-assisted therapy" idea, citing that it would be a little more appropriately run by someone who has a dragon, but she does seem to be going for something that she's playfully described as "therapeutic drunkenness" to a few people.
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Trivia

  • Ajral loves plants, especially flowering ones. She keeps fresh flowers in her space whenever she can, and also has a tendency to doodle flowers (she's gotten pretty good at it).
  • Chronically just-a-little late for anything that isn't a professional appointment where she's the Healer and not the patient, which is Ajral's greatest shame. She doesn't like being late, but is terrible at lying to herself about things starting earlier.
  • Has an impressive risk-taking streak for someone who represents herself as practical and put together: it's in her nature just to want to find out what's going to happen, even if the answer turns out to be something bad. It's all research into the human condition.

Pets

Rhezny
He's a big enthusiastic herding dog. He looks like this.

Once, he was the adorable, enthusiastic puppy in the candidate barracks who had not been house-trained. He looked like this.

Tart and Sweet Green Zehun
Light green speckled with white covers the round little body of this firelizard. There's pale freckles on her cheeks, two sprays to either side of her rounded muzzle, and above keen eyes are a pair of slender knobs whose tips fade to drab. Her neck is short, and between her shoulders are speckles of white that sprinkle their way out across two broad sails, freckling the surface of capable wings. Her body tends toward plump in a way that makes it seem as if her hide is just a bit too small for her, the skin taut with a spherical tendency and the curve of stomach enough to make her stance just a bit bow-legged. Her tail is in proportion to that short neck, balancing each other to make all the aspects of a sturdily built little firelizard around the green-apple ball of her body.

Across the Sea Blue Devanay
Waves of storm tossed blue crash over the length of this sturdy firelizard, swirling along his sides to the tip of his long tail. His wings reflect the blue-gray of a sudden squall, and when spread the filtered light makes them glow as if heralding the ending of the tempest. Each robust ridge is tipped in a blue so light as to seem white by comparison, like the tip of wind teased crests, and flowing down beneath the waves to taloned feet the sea deepens to the gloom of the depths.

War is About Uncertainties Blue Viendris
This firelizard is the epitome of elegance in ways that cannot possibly be put into words. With shades of shimmery blue-grey, a midnight blue so midnight it may as well be black and your average garden variety cornflower all coiled around one another in loops, his pattern is unusual and might make some people feel drunk if they look long enough — but he is beautiful, with fine and dainty features and large, expressive whirling eyes.

Creature of the Night Blue Roskoya
Prominent white fangs overhang this firelizard's lower lip, a pronounced set of canines that gleam white against against the dark indigo of his hide. The first of his neck-ridges flares in a sort a high collar just behind his knobs, and while his body is slender - almost gaunt in appearance - there's an undeniable sort of fascination to be had in watching the grace with which he moves and the intent gaze of those hue-altering eyes. His wings are a sweeping cape of shadow, their sails a midnight blue that's almost black in hue to make him a silent - and deadly - hunter of the night skies. Don't leave your windows open… or do; he might visit.

He's a vampire! Bleh!


Songs

Raw Sugar - Metric
Shine a Light - Wolf Parade
Three or Four - The New Pornographers


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Logs

Ajral has appeared in 20 posted logs since creation. There are probably more that nobody remembered to post.

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