Gender Female
Current Home Half Moon Bay Weyr
Place of Birth Harper Hall
Occupation Sr. Jman Harper
Hair Dark
Eyes Amber

Tall and slim – some might say angular – Elixyvette wears her willowy shape well, her shoulders narrow and waist more so, her long legs slender and frame mostly lacking in any significant curves. Her dark, shoulder-length hair might be plain, were it not for the loose, natural curls that have the grace to be not so frizzy and soften a face with high cheekbones and a tendency to look a little too thin. Amber eyes might be hazel in a different light, her gaze steady and focus often a touch too intense.

Plain clothes are favoured, usually simple trousers paired with pale blouses and knee-high leather boots with half-inch heels. Jewellery worn tends towards silver, two slim chains usually visible at the collar of her blouse, yet the cut of fabric conceals what might hang from them.


Born into a family of crafters, able to trace their lineage back generations of crafters, there was only ever going to be one path for Elixyvette. Almost as soon as she was old enough to walk and talk, her family looked for and anticipated finding a talent for a particular craft, and with her parents both resident teaching Sr. Journeymen at the Harper Hall, the expectation was that she would follow in their footsteps.

And she did. Whether of her own volition or because it was presented as the only proper option for her, Elixyvette apprenticed as soon as she was of age, with her parents and extended family offering ‘assistance’, ‘advice’ and ‘guidance’ at every turn. If she ever truly had any other aspirations, they didn’t surface, at least not in-front of her instructors or family, and one would have been forgiven for believing that she had no interests beyond her craft and the path of her specialties: law and history. From the outside, it looked like a terribly boring existence. And maybe it was, but her parents and family had done just fine, were respected, and she saw little need to question what she was doing. Perhaps she even liked what others perceived to be a regimented, restricted life and studies.

A Journeyman by eighteen, next her parents sought to find her a suitable husband and encouraged the interest and attentions of a Sr. Journeyman ten turns her senior. As long as she was permitted her craft, Elixyvette seemed to have little care for whether she married or not, and so accepted the proposal that came her way only weeks after she received her new rank. Children soon followed, as did postings to both major and minor Holds, where she was primarily on retainer to negotiate trade agreements and handle legal disputes between cotholders and the Holds they looked to.

Under pressure and on-track to move on from Sr. Journeyman and make Master by her thirtieth turn, the death of her husband, owing to a heart episode, threatened to derail life and craft both. Or so it was suggested. Support was offered, condolences given, and yet Elixyvette’s reaction seemed so self-contained that it was assumed that she simply hadn’t given herself time to process her grief.

Having thus far avoided a posting to a Weyr, Elixyvette concluded that it might stand against her if she were to continue to attempt attain her Mastery before turning thiry-one. Sending her children back to the Harper Hall to live with her family, she accepted the first posting offered and didn’t look back.

Of course, everyone believes this drastic step to be a result of grief.


Name Relation Location Position
L'mal Weyrmate Half Moon Bay Weyr Rider of blue Maurth
Xander Son Harper Hall Harper Apprentice
Tressie Daughter Harper Hall Child
Vytani Daughter Half Moon Bay Weyr Child


Destiny in Her Gaze Green Destiny
Dark and light green chase each other around this firelizard like night and day around the globe. Forboding storm-sky green hangs around her torso, though it’s not enough to entirely block out the light; a faint shimmer of stars, obscured by the darkness but still shining through with their guidance. Her neck is pale as moonlight, arching up to a delicate head where large and slightly crooked knobs are darkened by a patch of obsidian perched atop her head. The dark on her head is counterbalanced by light, a pale spot just at the base of her tail. That starlit ice sweeps again across her wings, in a pair of arcs that begin at her chest and widen to swoop back along her spars, delineating the curve of wings from their shoulder to the outer tips and framing green-glass sails that hide as much as hint.

Breath of the Earth Green Purity
On the larger side for her colour, it’s not that this pale, mint green is stocky, but that she’s long and narrow from nose to tail, agile in her build that lies on just the right side of delicate. Her slender muzzle is dappled with near white, a dot of chartreuse just above her eyes threaded on tiny dots of the same pale shade leading to her petite headknobs. Around her shoulders, it seems a cloak of tattered emerald has been thrown, its pattern and richer colour echoed in neat gloves for her paws and at the very tip of her lengthy tail. Her shoulders seem no more broad than they should be, yet they support narrow, powerful wings threaded with ‘sails that bear a glowing, all but translucent mist of turquoise and spring green. And her claws? Are not to be messed with. Sharp and silver, determined to make her be heard.

Image of the Ancients Blue Acuity
Upon first glance, one would be forgiven for believing that that he’s actually a green, for this blue is small enough and of not so cold a shade that he doesn’t seem to quite blend in with others of his colour. Ocean and sky wash over his carefully crafted frame, claiming all but his neat, shallow ridges, so thin as to take on a glassy, near see-through quality. Over the paler shades of his hide is a network of hexagons of varying sizes and intensity of colour, the teal and ultramarine shot through with pale summer sunshine that yellows their hue to create a dappling of the greens of a spring meadow. His delicate wings reveal azure and steel, whisps woven together to form a bubble-like texture that remains deceptively soft and smooth. Teeth and claws are born of sharpened quills, tipped with inky shadows.

Mad, Bad and Ebon-clad Green Duality
She's tiny on the day she hatches and will always be tiny, though from the moment she uncurls from the remnants of her shell, one thing will be startlingly obvious: her wings are enormously out of proportion with the rest of her, her frame delicate and almost skeletal - seemingly never going to be able to support all that wingfibre. From nose to tail, she's a soft emerald, darker, almost sinister patterns trailing over her angular form in shadowy juniper and viridian, as if to highlight where muscle should be and is lacking. It must exist, for all she wears it it in a less than obvious way, for she does carry those wings of hers, their long, broad 'sails a near black, opaque and a little ragged at their trailing edges. Her claws? They are black for certain, always sharp and ready to rend.


Ancient Sandstone Etched Brown Nehehkath
Desert sands sweep along the mid length of this dragon’s body from snout to tail fork, seemingly sparkling with the golden rays of sun that also glints off his eye ridges and head-knobs. Beneath, an interplay of cinnamon and penny randomly alternate to deceptively suggest his hide were constructed of countless tiny bricks. With a distinctive swirl of tawny hues, subtle specks of sepia drifts across the thickness of his neck, up and over the broadness of his shoulders and down the robustness of his heavily muscled body. His underside is dipped entirely in shadow, which leaks down like wet grains down his stout limbs, mixing in with mocha and hickory bespeaking of their power and strength. This base only gives way to the blackest night represented by his talons. By contrast, warm midday light represented by caramel and amber touches each neck ridge in turn before sweeping gloriously across broad wings and the length of his heavily blunted tail.


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