Name: Beck
Gender: Female, bi-leaning lesbian
Age: 14
Origin: Alskyran born to Pernese parentage
Family: Mother Zanzibar, father Kacey Harless (both have pages, but not functional right now); one older sister Akazia, one older brother Zeek
Other Relations: has numerous cousins, aunts and uncles, including Kit who is also a rider (Kacey's brother)
Height: though she will be taller than average (around 5'10") she's not as towering as her siblings
Build: solidly muscular but not bulky in any way, has broad shoulders that you can't really see thanks to her choice to keep her hair over them all the time - it's a sore spot for her, she thinks they're so manly (which... might be why some of her girlfriends like her so much)
Hair: brightly copper with reddish and auburn gold strands, very wooly and zigzaggy (4c), she just lets this hair go where it pleases, it seems to have a life of its own anyway, and she's been known to have lost hair ties or clips in it until she sleeps on it wrong... that said, she keeps it clean and pretty, and it's incredibly long when pulled straight (to past her butt) so it's sort of a relief to have it so tightly curled. She will miss it if she must get it cut, it's hardly ever been cut at all in her whole life. She kind of wants a firelizard or alisgryph to hide in it though!
Eyes: strong green, large almond shaped with heavy lids, high somewhat curious seeming brows
Appearance: medium brown skin that bronzes in the sunlight, with strong copper overtones when she's wet from washing or sweaty from working (ew please please don't look I'm sweaty!). She has a strong jaw line and full, small lips, a broad nose. She has a commanding voice but not one she's used to raising very often save for being around kids or animals. She has a mixture of her parents fashion statements, the Green caste dominant, but she likes mixing and matching Black caste and making Dawnlight officials rather angry with her for doing so... to which she just laughs musically...

(Parents Zanzibar and Kacey)

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Beck was always surrounded by plants, flowers, vines, and twigs. Even as a very young child she got herself into the garden and scratched around just like the hens and chicks. Soon enough she realized that they were finding bugs and small pests to eat... And she went right ahead and ate the first grub she found. That was also the last grub she ate... She toddled into the kitchen and offered just the right sprig of herbs to grandmother Zivlesi. Flowers would brighten, sprouts would take root, plants just seemed to love her.

Her older siblings played with her frequently enough, but also when Akazia was older and started attending school classes she and Zeek listened attentively to everything their eldest brought home. Letters and numbers, castes and histories. Beck understood little of the politics, as they got older, but she did know that when their parents would vanish away from the Protectorat's mountain, it was because they needed some 'alone time' with their dragons leading the way. She didn't realize that it was a wonder that the siblings didn't have five or six other family members by the time they were each in their tweens...

Beck has been the only one of the three children that flouts her colors - though Dawnlight Hold's leadership actively provides all the people associated with their locations a 'number and status', Beck just picks and chooses from whatever is around and fits her. Even when they're at official gatherings, she almost always looks like an outsider rather than the daughter of a ranking Queenrider and her partner. But that suits her fine. She's in it for the green anyway, right? Who cares that black is supposed to be reserved for the 'special' ranks? It contrasts nicely! It's like the fresh dirt that the chickens scratch up around the herb garden, against leaves and shrubbery.

She was elbow deep in her herb garden box, when Akazia smoothly snuck in behind her. Of course, Beck heard ... or more accurately sensed her sister's arrival. But she always enjoyed it when they had a little time to catch up with the day's news or --

"What's this?" Beck said, as Akazia tapped her sister's shoulder and then zipped around behind her mass of hair. They would do this routine too, but today was different. Because when Beck flipped her hair around her right shoulder to look, there was not just her sister's grinning face, but a second little one peeking out from her shoulder, and an egg being held as well. "Oh? Ooh?" She repeated, her voice growing higher each time. She brushed the loose dirt from her hands right onto her smock, and held the small wobbling egg. "It's already hatching?"

"Grandmother gave them to me, Zeek has his own too!" Akazia chuckled and watched as a bright sparkling green snout made its way from the egg's first break.

It was only moments later that the petite green flitter had emerged all the way, and hadn't even bothered to break the rest of the shell. Long and gangly wings unfurled, and Beck dabbed them with her hand towel. "Oh you're lovely, yes you are!" The flit yawned, and left her mouth open wide. "And hungry!" Akazia provided the little handful of goodies that grandmother had packed in preparation for this moment, and without even missing a beat Beck unwound the tie and fished out a still-wiggling worm. "It's practically as big as you," she giggled. It didn't take long before Senecio was named, for the succulent bearing her bright sparkly colors.

The green certainly matched her owner's eyes, and definitely loved rooting around in her voluminous hair!

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"Don't worry, don't worry," Beck said, "but I will worry, my garden will-"

"It will be fine, little tumbleweed," Zanzibar said softly, "they'll take care of it! Your cousins are just as diligent with their garden plots and you know it."

After having been Searched, and packed, and ... well, 'ready' was an overstatement, Beck and her siblings were making the big journey back to the Old World. But that meant leaving all of her plants behind, save for one or two small seedlings (and some tucked away seeds, and...) because traveling between worlds would surely kill any larger plant. While Beck was much more concerned with her plants, her mother was making sure that this youngest of her children was dressed according to needs of long trips between. When she tried to tame the girl's mass of hair, a tiny hiss and tremble met Zanzibar's hand, and she chuckled. "You'll need to get her tucked into your riding jacket," she reminded her daughter, "and kept there until we arrive."

The sudden worry of whether her precious little flitter would be lost between struck Beck, but she calmed as her mother put her hair into loose twists and finally under a large scarf. The flit really wanted to be under that scarf, but after the first attempt ending in her dumping out and causing mother and daughter to laugh riotously, Senecio grudgingly rested in her keeper's jacket.

Eventually when everything was packed, secured, and dragged out to the ledge where their parents' dragons stood, five humans and two dragons took to the sapphire sky over the Protectorate Isle, and vanished between.

Green Fiarnath Female   35' 2" L   7' 2"  H