Gender Female
Current Home Half Moon Bay Weyr
Place of Birth Ierne Weyrhold
Occupation DOC Journeyman/AWLM
Hair Auburn
Eyes Blue
Dragon Blue Mecahisth

This young woman is slender in appearance and if not for very subtle curves of her hips, one wouldn't know she was a woman at all. Short auburn waves fall down her oval shaped face to her jawline. Freckles adorn her cheeks and under brilliant blue eyes. A ragged scar runs from the right edge of her mouth upwards towards her eye, tiny dots from stitching running down the short length. Those same freckles trickle down slender shoulders and forearms, disappearing before reaching her wrists. Tall in height, she is otherwise average in proportions.

Baggy woven pants are worn, stained to the color of sandy hues. A milky cream tunic is worn over her shoulders with a thick leather belt tied tightly around her waist with a small squared natural leather pouch tied to one side. Those baggy pants are rolled up and tied around her ankles, letting her weathered leather sandals be plainly in view. An apprentice knot of Dolphincraft blue is tied to her shoulder.


Valeska was the product of a mating flight between her father and a passing greenrider in Ierne. Her mother wasn't particularly ready to be a full time parent and still longed for the organized life of Weyrs so shortly after the birth of her daughter, she departed for Xanadu. Her father was already a resident in Ierne so she was raised on the Weyrhold's shores. As turns passed, she showed interest in the Dolphin pods and with her father's blessing, apprenticed with the Dolphincraft. The beginning was rocky at first, her personality not fitting well with the other young ladies but one fist fight and a wooden plank was all it took to smooth things out.


Name Relation Location Position
Valen Father Ierne Weyrhold Dockhand
Anaska Mother Xanadu Weyr Greenrider


Green Valentine

Despite being quite large for her colour, this pretty little lady is exceptionally dainty. She wears her spring-shade colours with pride, daubed new leaf green which fades to snowdrop pale along her belly and out across her wide wings. A dappling of daffodil sunshine marks the line from poll to tail-tip, while her petite legs and delicate paws are trillium-dappled, with petal-yellow claws.

Blue Lapis

Crushed power coats this blue firelizard, uniform in hue as though he is truely made of stone. Brilliant shades engulf the tip of his pointed snout, across slender shoulders and hind quarters, only to end at the tip of his whipcord tail. Tiny flecks mar the surface of this vibrant living stone - shimmering across the back of his tiny rump and fading into long wingsails.


There Are No Second Dates Blue Mecahisth

Oppressive twilight presses down against this blue’s form until he gathers it to himself and uses it to rise above the rest. Dark hues cling to his hide like invisible cobwebs or filaments of fate, curving and crisscrossing in a subtle streaked dapple pattern that caresses his neck and shoulders before vanishing into pools of the ocean’s freezing depths of his underbelly and legs. Already his size and power is foretold, despite the long, lean look to his body. Disproportionate to most dragons’, his head hangs, too large for his neck, his tail longer to compensate and give him some semblance of balance. It is angular and stark, chiseled from stone by the harsh whip of wind and the beating of sand. His head knobs are angled forward alertly, the swirl of rain clouds against a dark sky giving the appearance that they are twisted, when in reality there is nothing amiss - it is all an illusion. Sharp, angled ridges rise and fall from his neck and along his spine like the distant, foreboding crags of the northern reaches’ mountain ranges, daring any to approach at their own risk. Hind legs are long and angled, most often pushed more erect than most dragons do, causing the angle of his back to be tipped forward rather than straight or upright, and perhaps it is necessary due to the size of his head and the length of his tail. Ripples and waves of poisoned flotsam flow sluggishly down his long, narrow tail to its fork, where the hues fade away into darkness. Wings extend at least another quarter size longer than they should be, stretching on and on as he unfurls their sails and reaches with his spars into whatever space he might occupy, claiming the air beneath his wings as his own even when he’s on the ground. His talons are flecked with steel blue and veins of black, gathered from the paths he has walked through the nightmares of the universe.



Valeska has been in 7 scenes since whenever the hell she came to be. Jan 2016

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