A pale face is the first thing one would notice about this woman, ovalish structure a pristine color of white, marred occasionally by a freckle or two. Dark slate blue eyes set in contrast to her pale skin, sitting below thick golden brows and above a narrow and perky nose. Her cheeks are high boned, and across her right one is the pale lines of some former wound that reaches horizonally from the side of her nose to her ear, three distinct claw marks slanting down across her cheek. Surrounding her face is blonde hair the color of harvested wheat, here and there small strands of red slipping through, turning the hair a light strawberry blonde. Her lips are full, but nothing remarkable to look at, her eyes being the best feature of her face. Standing at about 5'6", she is of willowy build: slender shoulders and waistline giving more hint to her petite build, while thin 'piano player' fingers complete the look. She isn't an exultant beauty by any shape or form; but the gentle curves and willowy limbs do give her that feminine taste, even if the tomboyishness is more obvious.

A short sleeved white shirt encompasses Miir's torso, sitting rather snug against her skin, with just enough length to allow for comfortable movement. Across her shoulders sits a red wherhide jacket, most likely her riding jacket, that has been altered a little to come down as a trench coat, ending a little below her knees. The jacket itself is also cut quite sharply, accentuating feminine curves and yet giving a sophisticated look with silver buttons and a folded collar. The jacket's buttons are not buttoned, allowing the coat to gently sway against her hips or blow in the breeze. Hugging her hips are a pair of black pants, made of a light cotton and having two pockets on each hip side, as well as on the bum. From below the thighs the pants no longer snug, but loosely follow down her long legs to end a little below her ankles. Peeking from under her pants are a pair of black wherhide boots, obviously made to be durible, from the looks of them, the design suggesting a worker's boot.

Upon M'iri's shoulder is a knot of Xanadu colors; intertwined with the colors of Nebula Wing, and the extra bit indicating her as a Wingleader. With that is a dark blue strand, signifying herself as being a bluerider.



Born to Mirian and Eriel of Tillek Hold, Miiriel is the youngest child of four. As a young child, Miiriel was the inquisitive one, always getting her older sister in trouble when she would go on random excursions throughout the hold, and even later, getting herself in odd perdiciments as she grew older. That curiousity didn't fade as she grew older, much to her parents dismay, and led her to exploring much of the surrounding areas of Tillek, and travelling to surrounding holds.

At the age of thirteen, her traditional parents began to try to convince Miiriel to settle down and pick a craft or hold job more suited for her gender and build. Many fights sprung from this and forced Miiriel into a stand-off of sorts with her parents. By the time she was fourteen, they attempted to match her to a man at Tillek hold; which led the young Miiriel to run away from Tillek and away from the match that was being forced upon her.

Meeting up with a fellow Tillekian-turned-trader, Miiriel joined the caravan and travelled around Pern with her childhood friend. She spent two years with a the caravan, and ended up being raped by a fellow tradesman, causing the inquisitive child to become more insecure and shy. Once her fellow tradesmen heard of the atrocity, the man in question fled in fear of retribution, and in many a nights, Miiriel feared his return. But that day never came, and the fear slowly ebbed from Miiriel, though the insecurities never would.

Finding herself in a nearby hold of Tillek at age seventeen, her Tillekian friend tried to convince her to reunite with her parents; much to her dismay. Fortionately, or unfortionately, a search rider from Xanadu had been in the hold that day, and Miiriel escaped forced reunion by accepting the offer of becoming a candidate at Xanadu Weyr.

At Xanadu, Miiriel was a devoted candidate, keeping up on her work and being diligant to her duties; even if they sometimes required her to muck runner stalls or clean latrines. She was greatful for the oppurtunity to experience something new, even if she was a reluctant candidate. Time flew in those short weeks and Miiriel found herself on the hatching sands, readily awaiting the hatching of gold Kilaueth's children. It was then that the dark blue, almost black dragonet, had come from it's shell and stalked an awkwardly dancing Miiriel across the sands; making Miiriel into M'iri, and the dragonet announcing himself as Kieranth.

Despite their opposite personalities, Kieranth and M'iri clicked rather well, and made progress through Weyrlinghood. Kieranth somehow elivated M'iri's insecurities, but never fully ridded her of her shyness. This never stopped M'iri from proving herself by becoming Weyrsecond with C'ian after she graduated for the /second/ time from Weyrlinghood.

It wasn't until M'iri had her first child with S'ver that she reluctantly stepped down from the position and took on the responsibility of just being a mother to her family. Leaving the leadership of the Weyr to those with more capable and devoted hands, She simply took to being the bluerider to her beloved Kieranth.

It's only recently that Niva offered the Wingleader position of the Nebula Wing to M'iri, and given that her little girl is older, she accepted the position as an outlet of her idleness. To add to the stress of suddenly getting called to another position at Xanadu, M'iri also has found herself pregnant with T'eo's child, an incident from a tryst when a green took flight while M'iri and Kieranth were at Western. In having had this "relationship" with T'eo, the bluerider finds herself more drawn to T'eo, now that her relationship with her former Weyrmate has dissolved for reasons unknown to the public.

Fairily recently, M'iri ended up having a miscarriage of her recent child(Fathered by T'eo), leaving her emotionally asunder. Breaking away from all connections for a while, the Wingleader took a sudden leave of absence to cope with her loss, taking herself and Kieranth to parts of Pern unknown. But she won't abandon Xanadu forever, for it is and will always be her home…

On M'iri's return, the bluerider took her post again at Wingleader of Nebula, and threw herself into her duties. Solemn though she may be from her loss, she is trying her best to struggle past her depressing emotions. Eventually, she took on a foster son, and though she doesn't forget her lost child, she feels she is helping another make it into the world. All connections severed once again, save for her siblings, the Wingleader is just trying to get by, serving her duties and loyalties to her home, Xanadu. As well as caring for young Keldan, infant foster child she's taken under her wing.


Name Relation Location Position Dragon/Wher
Mirian Father Tillek Hold Hold Resident
Eriel Mother Tillek Hold Hold Resident
Samira Daughter Xanadu Weyr Weyrbrat
Keldan Foster son Xanadu Weyr Weyrbrat
Midran Brother Tillek Hold Deceased
R'nel Brother Ierne Weyr Brownrider Brown Perrinth
Chriel Sister Xanadu Weyr Greenrider Green Daimoath
Mallorn Cousin Minecraft Master(Lapidary)
Andreia 2nd Cousin Minecraft Wherhandler Green Andsk


Nature's Gleam Gold Amber
This tiny creature is a light, shiny gold skewed ever so slightly toward rose-gold. The ends of her tail are dipped in obsidian, with a small ring above that, and a scattering of spots in a vague ring above that. The tips of her wings are colored as well, with spattering that looks as if she clipped a pot of paint on her downstroke. The obsidian gleams as much as the gold, getting bluish highlights in direct light. The rest of her hide is unmarked.

If Music be the Food of Love Green Magentica


Grace and elegance inhabit this delicate green fire lizard, from the pointed tip of her snout, to the curved opulence of her tail. A myriad of tiny rivulets of jade caress and stroke down her sides and over her stomach, the contrasting lines barely visible to the untrained eye, yet hauntingly beautiful even still. Her wings rise in a triumphant flurry of deep, velvety colour, their sails flowing like an exquisitely tailored Lady's gown, draping her in a protective covering of sheer decadence.

Jungle's Grasp Green Eowyn
Dark forest green gathers together like the canopy of a jungle upon this firelizard's back, tightly patterned hues preventing any light from filtering through to brighten her wing sails or her smooth stomach, or even the curves of her neck and tail. Talons are like dark roots, and each nostril like an open patch of foliage though they remain dark, shadowed.

Panthera Onca Blue Starmist
All the mist enshrouding the jungle that is this firelizard's egg seems to melt away in the heavy heat, leaving a marvelously couloured blue in it's stead. The underside of the Panthera Onca Blue is light and pure, like a fluffy cloud, with just the barest hints of blue — this color is on the insides of his legs, over his belly, and the underside of his neck and tail. The rest of his body is coated in a supple but soft harper blue, creamy and rich with barely-there, but brighter whorls of brilliant sapphire. Around these whorls, as if to simply accent them, broken crescents of deep midnight, glimmering like the midnight sky; these accents dapple the Panthera Onca Blue's back, beginning halfway down his neck and trickling down to fade away around the middle of his tail. His wings seem to have gathered all the mist from the jungle; the broken crescents of midnight sapphire are muted and faded, as if clouded by the swirls of grey mist. The Panthera Onca Blue is quiet and stealthy, and his mind is sharp. He loves to hunt, priding himself on aerial acrobatics; a lean but supple body simple aids in his natural talent in speed and agility.


Midnight Darkness Blue Kieranth


At first, one might mistake this little blue for black. Yes, black. The shadows of the darkest midnight make themselves at home all over this little dragonet, the dark midnight blue swirling idly with twilight's shadow over every inch of his hide, as if the darkness of night can disguise him. Lean and long is the make of this little one, his limbs only vaguely longer than the norm, though his skinny torso is most definitely so, as are his dark tail and neck, almost seeming to give him a tunnelsnake-like appearance. This creature is not completely swathed in darkness however, as he hosts a diamond-shaped lighter navy blue star on his slightly elongated muzzle - nearly between his eyes - and another light navy blue smudge between his wing sails, and even forming faint clouds on his delicate membrane. The only part of this blue that is truly given to the night, and darkness, are his onyx talons, looking like they were filed down to the sharpest point manageable.

Black straps of polished wherhide encompass around about the ridges and neck of Kieranth, the sleek black look a nice contrast against midnight blue hide. Silver buckles are here and there where they are most needed to hold down things snug to the twighlight dragon; they as well are polished and gleaming. The wherhide is also sewn together with red colored cord, the color of fresh blood. The red cord follows along each side of the strap, flowing down 'n about neck, ridges and shoulders. The wherhide chest plate that holds the two straps that encircle Kieranth's neck is in contrast to the rest; A white circle has been dyed upon the black, and a black star sewn into the design, with blood red cord connecting each point of the star.

Kieranth has a length of 24.05 meters, and a wingspan of 40.08 meters.

Theme Song(s)

Fighter - Christina Aguilera

After all that you put me through,
You think I'd despise you,
But in the end I wanna thank you,
'Cause you've made me that much stronger

Well I thought I knew you, thinkin' that you were true
Guess I, I couldn't trust called your bluff time is up
Cause I've had enough
You were there by my side, always down for the ride
But your joy ride just came down in flames cause your greed sold me out in shame

After all of the stealing and cheating you probably think that I hold resentment for you
But uh uh, oh no, you're wrong
Cause if it wasn't for all that you tried to do, I wouldn't know
Just how capable I am to pull through
So I wanna say thank you
Cause it

Makes me that much stronger
Makes me work a little bit harder
It makes me that much wiser
So thanks for making me a fighter
Made me learn a little bit faster
Made my skin a little bit thicker
Makes me that much smarter
So thanks for making me a fighter

Never saw it coming, all of your backstabbing
Just so you could cash in on a good thing before I'd realize your game
I heard you're going round play, the victim now
But don't even begin feeling I'm the one to blame
Cause you dug your own grave
After all of the fights and the lies cause you're wanting to haunt me
But that wont work anymore, no more,
It's over
Cause if it wasn't for all of your torture
I wouldn't know how to be this way now and never back down
So I wanna say thank you
Cause it


How could this man I thought I knew
Turn out to be unjust so cruel
Could only see the good in you
Pretend not to know the truth
You tried to hide your lies, disguise yourself
Through living in denial
But in the end you'll see

I am a fighter and I
I ain't gonna stop
There is no turning back
I've had enough


You thought i would forget
But I remembered
Cause I remembered
I remembered
You thought i would forget
I remembered
Cause I remembered
I remembered



Rea, rider of gold Bennueth.

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  • Picture credits: Description pict property of Andrea, aka, M'iri player.
  • History pict property of "SpikeMommy".
  • Kieranth in dragon desc done by "Lunatteo", aka, Lorena. :)
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