In her twenties, Marel is around 5'7" in height, with wavy, sable hair of shoulder length. In an oval-shaped face, her dark, finely-shaped brows and thick lashes of the same contrast with ice-green eyes that betray little unless she chooses to. Usually serene of expression and calmly contemplative, it can be difficult to discern what she is feeling. Her form is reasonably slender, her carriage confident, if sometimes a touch uneven.
She usually favours well-fitting trousers and looser shirts, the latter pulled in at the waist with a wide leather belt or sash to emphasize a slimness of waist and the subtle flare of her hips. Often, she can be found wearing a smart leather jacket in wine-dark shades, this garment the one that most frequently bears her knot: that of a brownrider of Xanadu Weyr. Her black leather boots are well-made and of a fashionable design, stitching and laces picked out in russet, their small heels adding a mere half-inch to her height.
Upon her grandfather's death, Marel was granted an inheritance and a percentage of future profits from Cold Stone Hold. She used the substantial sum that she was given to purchase the garden shop, re-fit, restock and re-brand the business. She kept on those staff that were willing to stay and work for her, bearing in mind her youth and the fact that she was one of their colleagues, now their boss.
Renamed the Wildflower Boutique, the shop stocks everything needed to plant and care for gardens, though it specialises in fresh flowers and gifts on a meadow theme.
Though she has often stated Isyriath does not chase green or gold without her support, the understanding between Marel and her lifemate was put to the test when he chose to chase Seryth, her mother's gold, and refused to listen when she tried to stop him. Terrified that he might catch Seryth, Marel barricaded the door of her cottage and ended up using her belt knife to inflict a wound to her thigh in an effort to cause herself enough pain to stop Isyriath. She was successful in that and that alone, for though she went to the infirmary, she subsequently ignored the pain and let the wound get worse, which resulted in her being returned to the infirmary by her twin and her mother for a prolonged stay. After being released from the infirmary, Marel became increasingly anti-social, tending only to Isyriath and the shop - outside of administrative duties for her wing - and avoiding company whenever she could. She bears an ugly scar on her left thigh that could have been much less than it is, had she been more sensible.
It was suggested that Jethaniel could create a device to deliver electric shocks to imobilise or hurt Marel, should Isyriath chase Seryth again. Marel supported this plan, despite the fact that others, notably her sister, Darsce, didn't. She now wears an anklet around her right ankle, which can deliver a varying intensity of electric shock.
Since her mother's death, Marel has become much more distant, but not so competent at masking her feelings as she'd like to believe. She likes to have work to do to keep her busy, and, if she is ever distressed, it's not something that she allows herself to show while in company. She manages her business and keeping its records and stock up to date with an almost brutal efficiency. Marel's daughter, Nerri, was born when the brownrider was nineteen turns old. The little girl is formally recorded as being named Thea-Nerys, for her grandmother and her parents.
What You Should Know About Marel
- Marel is difficult to read. She almost always sports a serene and calm expression and it is very difficult to rile her enough to make her lose control.
- She owns the Wildflower Boutique.
- Her cottage is in the meadow and is one of the oldest buildings of the Weyr. It is kept impeccably clean and tidy.
- Her cottage has its own small courtyard, within which she has her own garden and grows her own flowers.
- Marel was once weyrmated to M'kal, blue Xeosoth's, but ceased to be when she chose to bear Nerri, her flight-born daughter.
- Marel's brown firelizard, Brier, is the one with the loopy flightpath and whistling voice.
- Marel was a daddy's girl and felt a strong connection to her father, usually managing to cut through his gruff exterior. She now doesn't like to see him at all, preferring to recall him as the man she remembers from her childhood.
|D'had||Father||+37 T||Xanadu Weyr||Bluerider||PC|
|Thea (deceased)||Mother||+22 T||Xanadu Weyr||Senior Weyrwoman||PC|
|Nerri (Thea-Nerys)||Daughter||-19 T||Xanadu Weyr||Weyrbrat||NPC|
|Tiya (Larentiya)||Daughter||-27T||Xanadu Weyr||Weyrbrat||NPC|
|Calisiya||Weyrmate||-7 T||Xanadu Weyr||Journeyman Harper||PC|
|Alishe||Niece (N'shen)||-9 T||Xanadu Weyr||Weyrbrat||NPC|
|Darsce||Half-sister (Asher)||+10 T||Ierne Weyrhold||Business Owner||PC|
|N'shen||Half-brother (Anatasha)||+12 T||Xanadu Weyr||Bronzerider||PC|
|Natali||N'shen's Weyrmate||+14 T||Xanadu Weyr||Greenrider||PC|
|Rehsa||Half-sister (Asher)||+13 T||Ierne Weyrhold||Resident||NPC - Adoptable|
|Halimeda||Half-sister (Melia)||+19 T||Xanadu Weyr||Resident||NPC - Adoptable|
|Tharen||Uncle (Thea)||+21 T||Cold Stone Hold||Holder||NPC|
|Rensea||Grandmother (Thea)||+46 T||Coldstone Hold||Former Holder's Lady||NPC|
|Thadan (deceased)||Grandfather (Thea)||+58 T||Coldstone Hold||Former Holder||NPC|
|Lairgnen||Uncle (D'had)||+40 T||onboard Vega Run||Seacrafter/Trader||NPC|
|Caileigh||Grandmother (D'had)||+63 T||onboard Vega Run||Seacrafter/Trader||NPC|
|Naois||Grandfather (D'had)||+65 T||onboard Vega Run||Seacrafter/Trader||NPC|
|Qirin||Second Cousin||-1 T||Xanadu Weyr||Visitor||PC|
Face in the Crowd Brown Isyriath
Rich caramel pours across the slender frame of this mid-sized brown, dipping into the hollows left by muscle and bone as it flows from crown to tail-tip. Golden highlights trail along his neck and back, emphasizing the curvature of his spine and ribs and tracing patterns on his hide. His wedge-shaped head is held high atop his long neck, with wide, whirling eyes set deep beneath thick eyeridges. The long snout tapers to a delicate point, coated in a pale cream that slowly deepens to mocha before blending into the overall caramel of his coloration. His legs, fore and aft, are thickly muscled, just a touch short for the length of his body but clearly powerful, muscles clear beneath the silky hide. Strong paws are tipped by talons of pale ecru, much like the ridges that march down his spine from the nape of his neck to the base of his tail. From his shoulders his wings spring boldly, the spars dipped in rich dark chocolate, a brilliant contrast to the cloudy white of the sails that stretch between them. His long tail, shading from caramel at his haunches to cocoa at the tip, maintains a near constant thickness from end to end, thinning only slightly towards the point.
Image credit to Somaticsilence
In Solemn Remembrance Gold Rescue
Delicate butter gold hide covers this firelizard from the tip of her dainty muzzle to the etched and carved perfection of her tail. Streamlined, she still manages some feminine curves, as she is rounded through the shoulders and about her belly. Her haunches are even slightly thick for one so lithe and bunched a bit with muscle before ending in fine boned paws with the silvered gold talons. Her wings are a confection of frothy sails, brilliant bright gold and flashed over with a crystalline iridescence that sparkles and winks as they are spread.
Hidden in the Desert Bronze Glimmer
His shadowed, glimmering desert hide accentuated with hints of sun-kissed sandstone, this sturdy bronze is anything but uniformly one solid colour. Somewhat mottled in a tortoiseshell fashion, his stocky form is covered with shades ranging from ore-rich red ochre to much paler brass. Compact and somewhat boxy, he has large paws and generous wings designed to support his heavy frame.
Succulents Survive Even Brown Thumbs Brown Brier
Squat and thick from snout to stubby tailtip, this brown firelizard could hardly be called pretty. He has, however, plenty of character to offset his lack of beauty. A subtle quirk of his mouth gives him a perpetual whimsical smirk, bright eyes only add to his charm. His hide, no matter how often oiled, appears waxy, cocoa dusted with hoar-frost seems flaky until closer inspection reveals that, no, it's just this fella's natural color. He's got a cutely-rounded pot-belly that just begs for tickles. The wings - barely enough to distinguish it from a lizard - are hardly worth mentioning and he will probably never achieve normal flight. The talons end in toes? Upon closer inspection you'll find tiny claws barely formed emerging from the blunt ends but they aren't even sharp.
Eye of the Storm Cerulean Blue Flynn
Waves of blue-green water rush over this young firelizard until he's caught up by the current and all but swept away. Creamy white specks pepper his muzzle that will surely give him an aged look when he's a bit older than he is now. Cerulean blue sweeps across his head knobs, along the ridges of his neck and towards the start of his wings. The edges of the deeper blue swirls out slowly to become creamy white and pale greens that go to the very tip of his outstretched wings. Each tridactyl claw is a different shade of the blues and greens that adorn this little blue. His long, thin tail ends in pure white, almost as if he simply ran out of color.
"There's Coffee in That Nebula!" Green Kathy
A handsome study in verdant coloring, this green is in charge and she /knows/ it. With wings perhaps a bit too large compared to the rest of her body, she struts around with confidence and a commanding gaze from the moment she steps forth from the shell. Flowing, moss-like color swaths her wings while almost-bark brown coats her head. Striated in a back-swept pattern, the color combines with her head shape to almost give the appearance of having hair pulled back into a bun. And always holding that head high, this firelizard seems possessed of a bossy (but deep down, kind hearted) personality that melts away only in the most private of moments. This is her world: you're only serving on it. Set a course for the kitchens, though! She has an addiction to klah and the finer foods in life, as evidenced from her very first feeding.
2016 onward logs are posted at Starlight.