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| Ysabel |
| Birthdate: 5-5-2731 |
| Position: Brownrider/Journeyman |
| Dragon: Brown Tevrylth |
| Craft: Healer |
| Journal: Exipotic & Painless |
| Played By: Darla Baker |
Description
Physical
Tall and lithe, Ysabel has transformed from skinny to slender in the years since Impression. Her dark brown hair appears almost black against dusky-tan skin and pale green eyes, but is often worn up instead of falling to mid-back; a style that emphasizes a sense of fragility in facial structure, with high cheekbones and slightly pointed nose. At first glance, she may even seem to be all legs and arms given their length in relation to her torso.
Ysabel is, at present, dressed to work: a light tank top underneath her riding jacket, which is usually thrown over a shoulder rather than worn in Igen's heat. Her pants are black and cargo-style, slightly looser than your typical riding leather pants and filled with pockets. Her boots, tough and high-lacing, suit basically any surface or climate, from rock-climbing to tree-climbing to walking in sand. Around her neck is a shining choker with small, sparkly stones inlet.
Mental
Ysabel is always moving. Literally, in fact; she's either got a little twitch to her eye, or she's pacing, or she's pulling her thumbs in and out of her beltloops — somehow, Ysabel is always moving. She's like that. A bit fidgety when not focused, and the only thing she really focuses on is work. Healing work, Thread drilling, any kind of work and Ysabel's near-constant ticcing stops. She enters a kind of zen when she works, and is competent, talented, organized and very authoritative. She always moves fast, talks fast, and is fast, whether it's in finishing her dinner or in forming opinions about an issue or people. Changing Ysabel's mind isn't too very easy. Despite the sheer focus born of her work, Ysabel isn't really a workaholic. She likes spending time with her friends and wingmates doing things as people, not as co-workers, and always appreciates a good book. Or a good story. Or a pretty necklace. Or a nice dress. In fact, she really likes pretty things and shiny things, but generally won't admit it at first blush.
She's also very impatient, especially with those assisting her in any measure. Watch out, future apprentices.
But she wants to be friends with everyone, really.
Ysabel adores hats and has quite a number of them, though she never actually wears them when working.
History
The daughter of Igenite traders, Ysabel departed from the family caravan at 13 to join the Healercraft. At age nineteen, she helped an injured dragonrider whose blue chose to bring her back to the Igen area; this time to the Weyr, to stand for Oraceth's clutch in 2750. There she found her match in Tevrylth, a large but lithe brown. As Ysabel's specialty had always been emergency care, once they finished weyrlinghood they were moved into the Rescue wing, and Ysabel continued her studies, albeit more slowly.
When she turned 24, Ysabel was promoted to Journeyman, a decision that some at the Weyr and some at the Crafthall both found a bit odd. She currently runs her own little emergency service with Tevrylth, always available for picking up a sick or injured party from out in the coverage area and bringing them back to the Weyr — or in some instances even Healer Hall — for care.
Hooks
- Ysabel is a Healer journeyman, and can be found in the infirmary taking shifts if you ever want your character to come in for a physical/for a problem. I can always gumshoe her schedule for RP!
- On top of that, her primary healing function is as the draconic ambulance service. If your character is injured or sick away from the Weyr, sending a message by firelizard/dragon/something else will get Ysabel out there to fix you up and maybe even bring you home.
- She's very much attached to the idea of your wing being like your family (or like an Earth fraternity, not that she knows that) — if you're in Rescue wing, odds are she knows and loves you, even if she doesn't like you.
- Your character, if a trader, might recognize her as looking like her mother or other members of her family: Ysabel comes from a long line of extremely seedy traders, operating with ties in just about every business they can sink their claws into. Ysabel's clan, as it were, are very much like the Pernese Mafia, and she's tried very hard to put it behind her. That doesn't mean people might not know who she is — and bother her about it.
Dragon
Brown Tevrylth
Rough-hewn from the bones of the Igen caldera itself, a titantic bulk of ferrous oxide masquerades as a dull bronze, oxidized and aged into a ruddy mahogany. Intelligence gleams in wide-set eyes, or perhaps mischief; forever solid, it would take close inspection to verify that the color which roams mottled over short-coupled headknobs, compact neckridges, and rusted-armor breastplate of broad-quartered chest has not a gleam of bronze after all, but the earthy hue of soil's red clay. For all of the solidity of tree-trunk limbs and enormous 'paws tipped with obsidian claws, this enormous relic of a dragon brings to mind the scale and scope of that kind not seen since Thread last flew. Grand wings flare bright and painful to the eye for the sheer enormity of 'sail which stretches between chalky-pumice-grey 'spars: indeed, he is a creature of times long passed… and an ominous omen for what is yet to come.
Dam: Celia's Oraceth
Sire: B'lar's Quarth
Hatched: 6-7-2750
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