Doll by DD/Meiker Sara Kuan Pomegranate Pop

Name: Myony

Gender: Female, She/her, straight

Age: 17

Origin: Hold Born, low ranked family that serves as transportation for goods and gear

Family: unmarried parents with only her twin sister otherwise; born second

Height: 5'9"

Build: average, curvy, grown strong with Weyr duties

Skin: light, though she has a strange scar incurred by Threadscore on her left shoulder that she keeps covered at all times

Hair: dark brown, kinked and frizzy, kept to waist, and it's as full as shown so she just lets it do what it's going to do

Eyes: dark brown that nearly matches her hair; large, aware, likes establishing eye contact

Personality: Proper and refined, focused and smart.

Skills: the weight of moving goods from one side of the island to the other has been foisted on her and her sister, and she loathes every moment of assembling the gear... but knows it inside and out. This will certainly carry onto a dragon harness, which in truth she knows better than to hate. How she learned to read and write so well is 'she ditched the caravan at every opportunity' and snuck into hold classes... Her aptitude with getting into trouble also has led to her knowing how to defend herself and she certainly can deliver a kick in addition to the boxes of carrots and cloth she moves around. With arrival to a Weyr however, she has become enamored of flights that take her across the land, as the mountainous region that Albion Inferno sits in is so very different than her original low-laying island home.

Knowledge: with Threadscore comes an opening of the mind... whether that's a good thing or a bad thing. She knows that this stuff is far, far worse and weirder than the dragons, and she does not mind the 'oblivious' aspect that her dragon offers her, keeping her nightmares to a minimum

Dragon: Gold ** Impressed at Albion Inferno Weyr;

History: Her original home was almost entirely unsuitable to her, she is too smart and too curious to just remain a Hold supplier. An island that had too-choppy seas (making her ill any time they had to be on a boat to retrieve goods), isolated enough that only a few ships even came to it... And none of them would have her as a stowaway or passenger no matter how much she begged or batted her eyes. Probably, her parents reminded the ship captains that she belonged on this island and not drifting far away.

Which made her want to drift even more.

She behaved properly when in company, of course. But 'company' was only at two stops across the island plus her home Hold. Theirs was smaller and not the island's central - important - holding, theirs was less protected from Thread when it began to fall. Theirs was filled with superstition and xenophobia to an extreme. For a reason, Thread was terror-inducing, even just seeing this stuff seeking the world and burrowing downwards was horrible, but when it erupted one day out of the blue Myony was hit by it while changing the caravan's highly-visible flag from 'arriving' to 'departing'. No one else was there, why had they left her outside alone?

The stuff hit her hard, but she kept her head and immediately rolled in the nearby mud, which caked into the wound, and thankfully this stuff didn't entirely burrow through her. But the wound, while healed, still lingers in her mind. It's like she can see it, in the corner of her eye at all times, just behind where she should be able to see. She does see now. She sees it all, but at the same time she sees the strength of those dragons that her family and everyone she's ever known has shunned.

When a dragon from Albion came by, it was a little odd... Because of that shunning. This island was hardly the most welcoming even to normal travelers let alone those on dragonback. But they were curiously unaware of how weird it was - when this handsome and muscular young man showed up on what he claimed was 'blue Eliceth' Myony didn't even think twice. He'd searched her, and she wanted anything to dull the terrors that lurked in her mind every night.

She of course had never heard of Albion Inferno either as a weyr or anything else - her education on such things was sorely limited. But she learned quickly of its history, and how odd it was... because they did not really seem to comprehend how the terrors of the ever-changing dragon shape impacted people outside the Weyr. It was like they never even knew?

Oh how she wished she could know this calmness... And soon enough on their sands, to their senior queen and a rugged bronze, came a squirming and writhing mess of dragons.

But when one came to her, she has not had another nightmare save for a 'new' threat now and again. Her Threadscore still twinges her physically at times, but she's a sensible girl who knows her stuff when it comes to harnesses and tack, and her responsibilities - while they're the same as they had been on that island Hold - are taken to heart. This is where she belongs. On **'s back with much-needed supplies instead of foolish frippery.