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Alida
Rank	Dragonrider (Glacier Wing)
Home	High Reaches Weyr
Dragon	Death Before Dishonor Blue Ilicaeth
Mother	Melinda
Father	Arvan
Siblings	None
Children	None
Other Ties	Jo, Telavi, G'laer, Edyis (unbeknownst to them).
Livejournal	http://alida-hrw.livejournal.com/
Status	PC

At a Glance

WYSK

She's originally a guard from Pars Hold, and will always be one, even if she's now a rider. You can take the warrior out of the war, but not vice-versa.

She's a hard-ass, with little tolerance for foolishness or shallow behaviors, possessed of a 'take-it or leave it' attitude and a quirky temperament. Less-than-enthusiastic about mixing with most people, and enjoying a very active lifestyle (including the occasional, joyous fistfight), she's a fierce flame that enough times can scorch friend as well as foe.

Description

Aloof yet aware, disinterested yet keenly observant, this rather stoic young woman seems to radiate an aura of self-confidence, poised intent, and capability, her quiet gaze silently speaking of years of experience one of her relative age should not likely possess.

The straight and thick, yet fine white gold silk of her hair is gathered by a simple, deep green leather tie at nape into a tri-part braid which terminates at lower back. Slender brows of white-gold arch gently over deep-hued eyes, and smaller ears with tiny lobes - set flush against her head - taper gently up to the vaguest hints of peaks, while slightly sensual lips of palest rose are oft twitched into a mocking bit of a smirk, or thinned in some sort of vague displeasure. Skin is very fair, perfect companion to bewitching eyes and moon worshipping tresses.

The tests and travails of a rather difficult life tell in the cool frostfire behind her gaze, the subtle little lines at brow and corners of mouth which deepen at the pull of more negative emotions. There is strength and deep determination within this one - a challenge offered, or dark intent promised - when she looks upon others, her chin at times lifting just so, eyes flashing with hints of what lies within. The column of her fair throat is slender-seeming and arching, the pulse of her life thudding deeply within.

A long-sleeved, cream-colored, button-up shirt of cotton envelops Alida's torso, clinging modestly to curves and lines. Its neck is partially-opened and fanned out into a 'v', the arms crisply rolled up to three-quarters length, the fabric tucked perfectly into her pants. Her arms are whipcord firm, the play of strong muscles just evident until flexed - then bunching and flowing with rippling grace and power - trailing into small wrists and smallish hands with long, graceful fingers tipped with short, clean nails.

At her waist is buckled a belt of brown weyrhide, from which depends a handful of various sheathed knives and daggers, as well as some various-sized beltpouches at the front and back. Riding just a bit low, perfectly-tailored, medium-brown leather riding pants - gently worked in, but quite new - gently hug modestly curved hips and a round rear, tapering down to disappear within the heavier cover of her footware. Darker brown, laced boots of fine-grained, new leather perfectly mould to shapely, strong legs, reaching to upper calf - their smaller size denoting feet that are likewise such.

Upon her left shoulder drapes the knot of a High Reaches blue rider, the patch upon the opposite shoulder of her riding jacket indicating Glacier Wing.

WYSK

She's originally a guard from Pars Hold, and will always be one, even if she's now a rider. You can take the warrior out of the war, but not vice-versa. She's a hard-ass, with little tolerance for foolishness or shallow behaviors, possessed of a 'take-it or leave it' attitude and a quirky temperament. Less-than-enthusiastic about mixing with most people, and enjoying a very active lifestyle (including the occasional, joyous fistfight), she's a fierce flame that enough times can scorch friend as well as foe.

History

She's told very few people of her past, except for Jo, K'zin, G'laer, and Edyis...and then only lesser amounts of it. Summed up, Alida's grown up in a hold all her life, though not protected or pampered. She's a guard (with enough that might imply) through and through...but she's disaffected and angry, full of jaded bitterness beyond her scant years from a rougher life. Apparently, both her parents are dead.

Relationships

From her own lips, Alida has only a friend or two back at Pars hold. That's fine with her. As for others:

Azaylia :Damn the circumstance that took you from me...from us all! You were the aunt I never had, a friend in so many circumstances..a gentle yet firm voice that never failed to reach me when all others aside from Ilicaeth couldn't. He loved Hraedhyth, too - and therefor you - in his dragon way, and we echoed each other in them. You will NEVER, EVER be replaced, nor will Hraedhyth.

Devaki : I know you're ambitious, calculating, smooth. I sense you could be ruthless - even cruel - given the 'proper' circumstances...as well as loyal to a select few. It does matter to me that you took the time, effort to try and set at least a few things straight back at Pars, but I don't fool myself into thinking that was only for my benefit.

Edyis: It's too bad you're finding out about all the shit in the world - human and otherwise - at the hands of past-masters well-acquainted with it. I wish I had the guts to keep you at arms-distance - to insure you don't look up to me, at least - but I guess I'm too effing weak. Just remember what I taught you, whether on purpose or by accident...ALL of it.

G'laer: At least you get a few of the 'whys' about me. It's hard to trust again - especially with all the secrecy I sense about you - but at least I can try to enjoy our occasional bouts together as Guards and (sort-of) friends. I will say this, though: you're a real effing twerp, sometimes.

Jaecar : Thank you, Farsights, for showing me how to trust a little again, in some ways...and for enough other firsts. Why is it that only after your loss I find myself admitting how much you meant to me? Rest in peace, Master of the Tops; I'll never look at the sea in the same way ever again.

Jo : You get me, I think. You're feisty, fun...and a double-edged sword just as likely to cut 'friend' as well as foe, if they don't watch out. I know what you were, and at least some of what you are. Who am I to judge, in this? As long as you don't cross certain lines around me, we're really tight, Wingmate. Note: Ilicaeth really enjoys Tacuseth's company. This is a plus, in my book.

K'zin : I offered an opening back to friendship...and you knifed me in the proverbial gut. If I could afford to, I'd pretend like you never existed. But I know better, in my gut. Monitor keenly while ignoring utterly; do *not* trust.

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