Art Credits: Lethe

Name: Sivoney Tseo

Gender: Female, straight(ish?)

Age: 24; note that on Zekira she supposedly had a 190 year life span but with a dragon that is 'indefinitely postponed'...

Origin: Wyldkin - also found on Twoarth, Zekira, Pern

Species: Jackal

Racial Oddities: is entirely black furred

Family: parents dead,
Zekiran partners and children: Khandaav, son Seth;
Aevan, son Vanase Tsenkso;
(unknown), daughter Sanahii);
More or less permanent partner Baishin Kaiba, son Sobumi
Lucian Ravenheart Wheeler (a royal descendant? they have secrets to spare! good thing Sivoney can keep them!), daughter Silvyan

Height: 5'6" (sometimes 5'2" on other worlds)

Weight: 120, solid and muscular with very nice curves

Hair: only as human, black; otherwise none added

Eyes: vibrant black

Appearance: black furred with fine canine features including claws and a full canine head, medium length bushy tail; smells lovely, prefers silk garments (HUMAN version: very dark charcoal-brown skin, very short well-kept jet black hair, and amazingly ebony eyes. She is fashionable without being pretentious, because she must either trade for or create all her own clothing. She owns two kinds of clothing: dancing and entertaining equipment, and hunting/stalking leathers. She is beautiful without having to try.

Level: 9

Movement: average

Dragondeep Specs (some may vary from her original character sheet since it was created around 1998 or something)

Skills and Profession: Skills: dancing, acrobatics, and the like. She is also adept at sleight of hand, thievery, pick pocketing, and fortune telling. She loves canines, and usually has at least two of them around her at all times, they provide an extra bit of security. She knows how to use her hands as weapons, but only will do so against someone who truly means her harm. She is above average in literacy, but knows more about symbols and can hand-sign for the deaf .

History: (( some will be slightly offensive because Pern was like that. This is straight from her original pages for Talor Cliff Weyr's candidacy. ))

Sivoney has always been on the road. Her family is a rootless, shiftless type, and is rarely trusted to remain in a gather grounds for more than a sevenday before they're run out. They are usually responsible for petty theft, never stealing something that might come back to haunt them and never returning to the same place within a few years. They have occsaionally been called upon to do Lord Holders dirty work (killing, high theft) but Sivoney was never entrusted to do these things. Her mother was killed for such work, though it was her father -- a Lord Holder himself -- who was to blame. When they were en route to wherever they pleased, this large traveling group (her extended family runs into the dozens who travel with them, and many who do not) was met up with a dragon on Search. The Gold rider was unimpressed with Sivoney's family work, but the dragon insisted that she would make a good Candidate. Because Sivoney was still quite young, she was given off to the rider almost immediately and practically shoved out at that. She has her own things with her, and very little else, and does not trust that her family will either remember her, or help her if she needs it.

Sivoney might do best on a Green, the entertainment factor of a Gold is just too darn low. Though, she would make a good wing leader, as she has excellent perception skills and is quite physically strong and healthy.

***

"It's a medium sized clutch from a Green," someone said. "But any clutch is a good one from Talor, eh?"

Everyone laughed, but Sivoney listened intently. There was a Search rider around, she knew. She wasn't sure who they were. There were so many people around, few of whom she knew or had met before. But her instinct told her to mingle, so she did.

Finally, around the blazing fire which provided not only much light but the roasting area for this odd gathering, Sivoney noticed that there was a woman just hanging around watching.

"Can I ask you something?" Sivoney asked of this woman. She nodded, and Sivoney approached. "Are you a Search rider?"

The smile on the woman's face broadened. "I am," she replied. "My Reth has been watching with me. There are a few people here I'd like to speak to."

Sivoney glanced over her dark shoulder, at the gathering. Her people were passing through Paveh Hold, and that was a chance to catch up on any family gossip... But the fact that this search rider was here...

"I was searched, a long time ago," Sivoney said, trying to appear casual. She failed miserably.

"Then what are you doing out here? At a Hold?" Beka asked, smirking again.

Sivoney looked at the ground. "I... I don't know. Waiting for a clutch. Waiting for something..."

A dark shape loomed over Beka's shoulder, and Sivoney did not back away. A dragon, probably the search dragon. Sivoney was once again sniffed over, and she felt a strange warm tingling.

"Yup," Beka said. "You're search material all right. Why don't you collect your things. Do you have to get permission to leave?"

For a moment, Sivoney remained motionless. Then, she broke into a cheering little dance. "Oh, no I don't have anyone to tall -- oh! Do you mean we're going to a weyr? To Talor? "

Beka only nodded, again. "That would be it."

Sivoney leapt into the air with her typical grace, but with far more energy than she'd displayed in moons. Some of the nearby gather goers thought she was performing, and applauded, but then she bolted back into her cothold area and gathered what she needed to become a weyrling.

Then they were off, without another word.

***

It was a most busy hatching! There were many people around, and Sivoney felt rather more at home here in the warm Sands than in the chill of the upper Weyrs. She kept having a nagging feeling that she was hungry, though she had eaten before the hatching started. How odd, she thought.

Then, the hatching began! Two eggs, a blue and a brown, hatched and Impressed. Then, a tiny white hatched! Sivoney looked on with a tinge of jealousy at the girl who impressed that one... But then there was hardly enough time to think about it, for three more eggs hatched... And something nagging at Sivoney became something bellowing!

I am sure that there is food here somewhere. I am so hungry, I just know there should be something to eat about. Ah! Sivoney my dear dear friend... Are you hungry too? I am Odoruth. I am also hungry. Is there food here?

She nosed her way past several of the other girls, as they crowded about, and Sivoney laughed. "Yes, Odoruth, there's food here." They went away from the sands with ease, Sivoney knew how to chop meat and even catch it in the wild if she had to. So the serving drudges and lower caverns staff were quite relieved when she started cutting the meat up herself. Practical as always. She snorted out a laugh at that thought, and Odoruth queried about it until she laghed even more!

**

Odoruth and Sivoney began to fly long before most of the other Weyrlings. It wasn't that they were particularly ready, but that Odoruth and she had been climbing about the higher areas, for a good vantage point to watch the mating flight of the next green. They ... tumbled. Then, frantically, Sivoney decided that she'd rather hang on to life and limb, and commanded Odoruth to use those big wings of hers to get them the heck into the air!

I am flying, Sivoney! I am -- falling again... no, no I am flying! Look!

"I CAN SEE THAT, YOU GREAT BEAST!! NOW GET US DOWWWWWWNNNNN!"

**

"They call it the SPY wing, I know that. Why would you ever want me in it? I'm no harper..." Sivoney said. The shady looking woman who approached her from the Protectorate's wing smiled.

"We want you because you know people. Or so we've heard."

"And you hear things, about me?" Sivoney said, half truly surprised, and half playing.

"We hear everything. That, my dear gypsy, is the point. You and your folk hear many things. We'd like you to do that for us."

"I'm only a green rider," Sivoney said, waving her dark hand. "Not some hold-bred spy. Not like yourself..." She grinned. Trying to goad the woman into something. But that didn't work. Instead, she merely grinned in response, and tossed Sivoney a badge and a braid, indicating that she was indeed a member of the Long Wing of the Law...

2022

The thing about being a furry on Pern is that it never lasts long. And also, being a Zekiran on Pern as a Human... that ... was pretty weird. Sivoney has a Zekiran 'version' who is quite prolific and enjoys having land held in her native Curra/Altem/Ri'iri locale. Yet now, she does certainly find herself drawn to a specific world that has only barely begun to be visible to the Nexus she's already familiar with.

Dragondeep has many people - with at least as much variety, and then some, as her Zekiran counterpart's. Since it has a more rustic feel, rather than the more modern and technologically advanced Zekira, Sivoney feels quite comfortable having been a wanderer on Pern in her youth. When she became a furry no one knows - when the Kshau Protectorate moved from Pern to Alskyr, more than likely. But now she doesn't have to hide anything: she is a beautiful woman with skill to spare, and can make a boatload of money here on Dragondeep just by showing up. Because she is bonded to a lovely Pernese dragon, however, she does have to be careful where she is seen with that green - the local dragon population do not approve of these little weird interlopers on their planet.

That said, Sivoney is very clearly suited to the world and enjoys giving thrilling shows on stages in the Barony. She has also been known to sneak away and travel with carnie troupes doing both sword dancing and a good amount of fortune-telling. As her fallback skill set, those people-manipulation abilities are very, very handy.

**

She attends the Checkerboard Ball as a dancer at their Casino stage, attended by her new beau, a two-tailed feline who calls himself Baishin. By the time they get back to Dragondeep - he with a dragon, and she with... well, pregnant with their son - she isn't quite ready to settle down. In fact she won't really ever settle down, enjoying her life to the fullest. Not that she would ever abandon her 'kitsune' son, it's just that time seems to vary from world to world. If she spent a year or two with Baishin raising him, no one even batted an eye, she's back on stage tours again once the boy is fit for travel and learning their trades... yes, both.