Tylar Montgomery : Dancer / Rider of Green Wynnfrith : Female

CHARACTER PROFILE
Name: Tylar Montgomery

Age: 20; Mid Autumn

Gender: female

Distinguishing features: She has a small swirling tattoo on her neck/shoulder (see here)

Hair Color: honey-blonde

Eye Color: hazel

Description: Tylar is a good looking girl, and she knows it. Nearly-straight shoulder-length hair is a pretty honey-blonde, darkening a bit at the top of her head. She'll wear it down, but she also likes to have it up, in a ponytail or pigtails. Eyes that can never quite decide if they want to be brown or green rest in a smooth face that is broken only by the small mole under her cheek - which looks endearing rather than obscuring. At least, she hopes it does. Her top lip is out of balance with her bottom lip, too thin, but there isn't much she can do about that.

Tylar is a small thing, only about 5'3", but she doesn't mind a bit. Short and slim she may be, but she's graceful for it - like those tiny gymnasts you see ? That's Tylar. Her stance is lithe, catlike, as if she is always ready to leap into motion. Tylar isn't 'beautiful'; no, she's considered more 'pretty' and 'cute', but not 'beautiful'. And that's the way she likes it. She's spunky. Tylar cares a lot about her appearance. She likes to look good. It's a rare and momentous occasion when you see her when she doesn't look good. If she ever has a bad hair day, she has a collection of cute hats on hand to cover it up. No zits for this girl; she cleans and moistens her face regularly, and has cream to cover any up if she gets them. All prepared; that's how much she cares.

Personality: Tylar is a little socialite through and through. She loves to talk to others, laugh with others, make friends with everyone around others...just being in a group is enough. She much prefers being in a group to being alone; in fact she can sometimes feel a bit insecure when completely alone, because she isn't used to it. Gregarious all the way, she's the life at the party, at the center of the crowd, t every big organization 'cause it just wouldn't be the same without her.

It's what she says, anyway.

Seriously, Tylar is one big party gal. Life's not interesting if you don't have a party to spice it up now and then! She's also a huge flirt. She loves to mess with boys, and loves it when she gets a reaction. Though she doesn't usually go too far with it; words and kissing are as far as she's likely to go, unless she really likes a guy. Unless she's drunk. She's been wasted and gone too far before. But usually she's a good girl. (Not that she gets drunk often, mind you. She doesn't. But at a good party, who can resist?)

Tylar loves to laugh, loves to hang with friends. She likes to think of life as a game - or a party. She likes to live loosely. She hates to see people down and tries to do whatever possible to cheer them up; and she rarely gets down herself. For that matter, she is also hard to get angry. This spritely girl's temper is a very thin one indeed, and you'd have to work very hard to get her angry. Sometimes she's irritable, but then she's more likely to be sarcastic and condescending than snappy and angry. However, the exception to this is Wynnfrith; if anyone dares to suggest her weakness makes her useless, or put her down or try to take advantage of her in any way ,Tylar is there immediately with a glare and a few sharp words to whoever it was. She will absolutely not stand for Wynnfrith to be treated any differently than the other dragonets just because of her size and sickness.

Tylar has a lot of energy. A lot of energy, a lot of the time. It's how she got into dancing, as a way to channel that energy. She's often bouncing off the walls. She dances a lot, in public places, or just by herself, and is always present at every big occasion to dance.

Tylar's not one who likes to wait around for things to get done. If she thinks something should happen, and nobody else seems interested in taking care of it, she'll do it herself - whether it be a chore or finding the solution to a problem. Her impatience is a good thing in some ways, in other ways not. But she's found a good way to help her impatience. In a way, it just gives her more energy, an irritated energy; so if she has to wait while someone does it, she'll probably just start dancing while she waits. An odd habit to those who don't know her, maybe, but an effective one.

As well as being a dancer, Tylar is also a good swimmer. She loves to be in, on, or around water - preferably in. She's graceful and fast in the water, and she loves to do it.

It's rumored to be possible to get Tylar serious. Rumored. Not everyone believes it, but it's true. She can be serious when she wants to. Or when a situation really warrants it. But what's the fun in being serious, anyway?

Sometimes her spunky, airy attitude irritates people, and Tylar has had plenty of experience with dealing with ticked off people, including her cousin. She doesn't get angry in return; instead she tends to brush it off, sometimes sarcastically. Not many insults get to her - unless it's about her appearance. Don't be messing with her on that.

History: Tylar grew up in a small town, across the neighborhood from her grandparents and across the town from her cousins. It was the kind of suburbian town that was big enough to have highways and a downtown section, but small enough to have trees and parks and good schools and good neighbors.

From a young age, Tylar spent most of her time out of her house and away from her parents, be it with friends or other family or just by herself - the last was rare, though. Her parents always seemed to be busy, and Tylar's hyperactive nature irritated them. It wasn't that they weren't good parents; they were, and Tylar loved them, but they weren't exactly spend-every-moment-of-the-day-with-your-kid parents. Tylar preferred to be with friends than family, though, and her life was built in part around social structure from a young age. She visited her cousins...semi-frequently. Enough to get to know them reasonably well. Her favorite had always been Aria Montgomery, who, though more...intense than Tylar, but the two got along reasonably well. Part of it might have been that when Aria got mad, Tylar never did; in fact Aria's temper and forwardness had never phased Tylar like it did many people.

Therefore, she was always rather independent, able and longing to do things herself without her parents' help. She made friends easily and loved hanging out with them, so after daycare, and, later, school, she could nearly always be found at the house of a friend. When she was young she was somewhat tomboyish, and had plenty of guy friends; boys were something familiar to her.

Though as she grew up, she lost some of her tomboyish nature, caring more about how she looked and what she wore. She kept her active, energetic personality, though. But, earlier than for most, she started taking an interest in boys in a different way. It was clear she was going to be a flirt.

Her energy was a constant thing, and it grew to be problematic as well, as Tylar had no place to put it. So her parents put her in a dancing camp the summer before kindergarten started, and she took an immediate liking to it. She was also very into swimming; all through elementary school, dancing and swimming were a constant part of afternoons and summers.

When she was around ten years old, her parents decided to be part of the group of colonists going to the new planet.project, Pern. Tylar was upset at first - at being asked to leave her friends and her school and her swim team...But, as is the case with many youngsters, she soon got over it, excitement taking over. And her cousin Aria was coming. That helped a bit.

She got to Pern, and life went on, almost just as it did when moving to a new neighborhood. Tylar took it as such; she was interested in exploring the new area, of course, but all the intense talk of the new things on Pern didn't reach her ears, not too much. It was enough like Earth that it wasn't that big a change for ten-year-old Tylar. She made new friends, went on new adventures, caught up in the excitement of a new place but not necessarily in the wonder or tension.

Life went on. She lived with her mother and father, she hung out with new friends, she took dancing lessons with a private tutor. For eight years, life went on. She grew to be seventeen. She had boyfriends, she had drama, she tasted wine for the first time. She was a teenager.

The only really impacting thing, the thing that made this very un-Earth-like was when she was seventeen, and managed to Impress to a dragonet. Her parents had procured an egg for her, and, when it hatched, out came a beautiful blue dragonet, perfect in every way. Tylar named him Cody, and he became her first and most beloved pet.

Then...another very un-Earth-like thing happened, and this time it was a bad thing: Thread. Tylar's father got scored, a fatal wound to the head that had him dead within hours. Suddenly, things weren't normal, and they were definitely not cool.

But, like all else, it became something that Tylar had to live with. When the Caldera was found and excavated, Tylar and her mother Monica and Cody moved there. To Tylar's surprise and delight, her cousin Aria came to live with them, along with her gold dragonet Jyluu, who Cody took to quickly, despite him being but a blue. And from the moment the first dragon hatched at the first Hatching, Tylar knew that she had to have one of them. So a candidate she be.

For a while at least. After taking the the candidate reevaluation she was expelled from candidacy, as were several others. However she still sat in the Stands on hatching day ,and managed to Impress anyway, to an adorable though sickly green named Wynnfrith, whose twin Impressed to Tylar's cousin Aria.



Pets (limit of four) yes

Name: Cody

Species: dragonet

Breed: blue

Age: 2 1/2 years

Description: Cody is of fairly average size - maybe a bit on the small side. He would be considered 'cute' by most; he's neither slim nor plump, large nor small - he's average in that respect. But he has a charm about him that makes him quite cute; large faceted eyes, a more rounded face than usual, and the general 'help me, I'm an innocent little thing' appearance - how he can have that sort of effect, being a dragonet and not a canine, Tylar will never know, but he does. His hide is a beautiful sky blue, with slightly darker socks on all four legs, and running along the tips of his wings.

Personality: Cody's a sweet thing, cute and loving. He's like a canine in personality; man's best friend. He is almost always by his bonded's side, doing whatever she does - except dancing; he's not too good at dancing. He's not that coordinated; in fact Cody's a bit clumsy. But he's loyal and loving - sometimes a bit too much so, to the point where it's annoying. You can't get him to leave. He likes to curl up by Tylar, or, if she's not around, pretty much anyone else who will scratch his headknobs. And he loves to go swimming with Tylar.

DRAGON PROFILE
Name: Wynnfrith [Wyn / 'frith]

Color: Green

Color Code: #699864

Age: hatchling

Rider: Tylar Montgomery

Description: A small green of a dark greyish green colour, she will always have a frail half starved sickly look about her. Stamina is not her forte and she excells in short bursts of speed. She has a slightly lighter and more green coloured patch over her left eye. Just under 10ft long. Suffers from stiff joints and will find learning to fly difficult. Is suceptible to respiratory tract infections.

Basic Personality: Lazy[Sloth-like]: Quiet. Soft-spoken. VERY Shy. Doesn't like flamboyant shows, like dancing. It's too provocative and draws too much attention

Detailed Personality: Wynnfrith is and always will be an extremely shy dragonet. It's extremely hard for her to make friends as she is generally too scared to approach many people; they'll have to come to her, and then try and get her out of her shell. It's not that she has an issue with trusting, simply an instinctual shyness of others, and preference of being alone. Of course it's easy to be around her Lifemate, and she has a special fondness for her twin sister Finscoth, who hatched from the same egg as her. And when she manages to make a few close friends she'll be happy to be around them....as long as it's one at a time. Too many people around overwhelm her.

Whereas Tylar is one who is always looking for more friends, Wynnfrith is content with a very few. She doesn't feel the need to surround herself by friends; instead she would rather wait for a very few, special friends to come to her. And those few select are all she'll ever need. But going out looking for friends is something she doesn't do; in fact Wynnfrith would be perfectly content to curl up in a corner somewhere and not talk to anyone at all. She's uncomfortable in places with a lot of people and flatly refuses to go to any of the parties Tylar so enjoys.

If Wynnfrith were human, she'd be called 'modest'; though of course not in quite the way we think of it - she has nothing to cover up ,after all. Instead she is modest in that she never shows off about anything, and dislikes doing anything that draws attention to her. For this reason she doesn't approve of Tylar's love of dancing; she views dancing as flamboyant and provocative, drawing far too much attention, and as such doesn't want to be near Hers when she dances publicly. She always objects to it, and it's a touchy subject for them both; Tylar refuses to give up dancing and Winnfrith refuses to let it go, as she really does hate it.

Also, if she were human Wynnfrith would probably be considered 'bookish', and she'd be the nobody shy girl that could be found under a tree in a deserted courtyard reading a book rather than playing with others. She'd much rather be alone than near others; alone she can relax. She also loves having stories told to her; she finds the fantasy worlds fascinating and intriguing. She constantly begs Tylar to read her one as if she were a human child ,and if not read then make up.

Wynnfrith doesn't have need of anything to keep her busy. There are those who simply can't stand to sit around doing nothing; they need a book or a game or someone to talk to. However Wynnfrith never gets bored that way; if such a situation comes up - and her being a solitary dragon, it often does - she is perfectly happy to simply delve into her own thoughts; letting her mind drift and daydream. She is somewhat philosophical, finding the mysteries of the world fascinating, and can simply think for hours on end if Tylar lets her.

Being so shy, Wynnfrith is terrible at standing up to anybody. Even if being insulted or pressured, the most she'll ever be able to do is mumble a half-hearted objection. It's basically up to Tylar to protect her ,as people can and have taken advantage of that fact. It makes Wynnfrith extremely obedient - if only because she's too scared to object. She hates angering anyone or getting on anybody's bad side, and tries not to do so. But this can mean giving in to them even when she shouldn't. Luckily though most of the time Tylar is there to stick up for her. However there are times, if the right nerve is struck, when she does find it in herself to fight back; one of these is Tylar's dancing.

This dark-hided green sometimes has self-esteem issues. Even though Tylar insists she's the best green in the world, Wynnfrith knows she's not like the other dragons, not as healthy or strong. And she's been told before that she's worthless because she's sickly, and she can never quite forget that. She does all she can to prove them wrong, but there's always the lingering doubt that she'll ever be of any use because of her health.

When you can get her to relax, Wynnfrith is a very friendly person to be around. You see that side of her when she's alone or with Hers, or only with her very good friends, those that have managed to climb over her wall. Not talkative, by any means, but gentle and understanding, and a good person to talk to because she will listen, and care. An extreme pacifist, Wynnfrith hates violence and anger, and doesn't know what to do when it arouses. She has not an angry bone in her body, and tries to stay away from any bad situations.

Though being a green she will never clutch, Wynnfrith still retains a very motherly instinct, and is the first to comfort someone that is hurt. She will try to offer the bets advice she can, and everything she says is heartfelt, you can be sure of that. If nothing else Wynnfrith is honest, and no lie or half-truth will escape her jaws. While she will generally not speak much of herself at all, if you can ever get her to Wynnfrith has a great ability for expressing emotions and feelings, and won't stumble over words or anything. However her talent for words is often never realized as she speaks so little.

((If I can think of anything else I'll add it as I get more of a feel for her ^_^))


Motto: Never give away the ending of a good story.

Hatching Scene:

It seemed the more eggs that decided to rock and hatch the more activity it produced among the others. This time it was in the form of a rather deformed and lumpy large egg, it was misshapen and many of the geneticists were surprised to see it had lived this far. Surely whatever laid within was not going to be a normal specimen. It seemed as though they would be right, as the egg rolled one way, one could see a sickly grayish green looking leg stick out. Another one came to join it, however if one looked closely they could see there were two of the same leg. How in Pern was that possible, it was something that riled up chatter amongst the geneticists about possible outcomes.

The shell seemed to finally split in a rock hard, straight down the middle followed by thick gooey web like egg goop that stretched between the two halves till finally something, or more rightly two somethings flopped out. One a darker green than the other but both carried the same grey cast to it, not grey enough to make them indistinguishable but it was clear they were not healthy. The lighter of the two stood, it took a few attempts and her joints were stiff but she managed to stagger to her feet.

The other green, the darker twin she took longer to finally get up however she too a few less steps forwards before she sat into the sands. She looked towards the one her sister had told her about and reached out to her mind with a soft and extremely shy touch.

'Sissy told me to pick you Tylar, Sissy said it was what hers wanted. Sissy knows whats best.'

She didn't move much further from where she lay in the sands still some distance from Tylar.

Dam x Sire: N/A

Clutch Title/No.: 2nd ; Nothing Ventured, Nothing Gained