High Hills Pack said:

May I reserve a rider?

Name:

Aziza Sterling

Meaning “Mighty & Precious”

Nicknames:

Azzy

Age:

18

Gender:

Female (She/Her)

Sexuality:

Heterosexual & Monogamous

Role:

New Rider

Appearance:

Aziza can appear to be quite delicate at one’s first glance. She is quite feminine in structure, being rather curvy in build (which is something she tries to hide from most others). Adding to this feminine appearance is her soft, light tan skin – speckled with some small freckles along her arms here and there – and her posture. She trudges around the infamous “proper” posture that many high-up parents teach their “precious little babies.” The old timey, heavily mannered, and – of course – feminine type. The kind that nobles send their darling daughters to education facilities to learn. Straight in the back (she could still feel the sting of that ruler), impeccable balance (Don’t let the books fall, her mind whispered constantly), head up and in line with her spine (“Stop hunching over, you little brats! Stand up straight like a proper lady.”), strong strides (oh how her legs always ached after those lessons), and graceful footsteps (“If I hear the sound of a single foot, you young ladies will be repping until sunrise! Do I make myself clear?”). This stance makes her appear pretty weak to those who barely know her, considering the mannerisms that generally come with it. Her height of a mere 5’3” also adds to this fragile display, much to her distaste. Being one of the smallest in the group is not a fun experience. Upon closer inspection, however, one can easily see that she is everything but someone’s delicate, wouldn’t-hurt-a-fly daughter. She holds a rather lean and muscular build to her – one that allows her to easily hold her own in battle. The majority of this muscle is located in her arms and shoulders, giving her an almost buff appearance. The muscles in her legs and abdomen are quite apparent as well, even if they are constantly covered in clothing. But, neither of these compare to those in her arms.

This short gal’s facial features would best be described as beautiful. Not breathtaking or angelic or eye catching, just simply beautiful. Her head is heart shaped in form, with a smooth jawline and slightly sharp chin. Her cheeks are flat and smooth, free of freckles, flush, and blemishes. This (thankfully) allows her to excuse herself from using most forms of common makeup. Her lips are typically marked with a frown, even when not feeling much emotions. A sort of saddened resting face, one could say. Their color is one of a natural pink that is only seen on those lucky enough to have the correct combination of genes. The eyes of this lass are almond shaped and slightly downturned, casting some shadows to her eyelids. The irises of these eyes are a pale gold in complexion – shining yet icy and cold. Her hair is quite long, ending just above her shoulder blades – if put behind her head. Generally, she keeps this long hair in front of her and splits it into two mostly even sections. The parting of the hair is slightly lopsided, with the divide being more to the left of her head. Thus, naturally granting her right side with more hair to deal with. This hair is also quite soft, shiny, and luxurious. The color of the strands are that of a rich brown with a slight red tint. In sunlight, portions of this hair can appear almost chocolate-raspberry pink in shade – as odd as that is to say.

Despite being raised in a more traditional and old timey home, she rarely ever wears what would be considered “women’s clothes.” Though, what she does wear always has a feminine feel to it. Since the destruction of the academy, she had been stuck in a modest yet slightly face outfit. It starts with a black, short-sleeved shirt which has been bound by a golden hem. It is form fitting, but not enough to be uncomfortable for her. This hem can be found on all of the shirt’s edges. The collar of the shirt crawls part way up her neck, easily covering the entirety of the base of her neck. Here, the golden hem does not go in a straight line. Instead it decides to follow her sternum downwards. It temporarily comes together directly above the aforementioned sternum and is tied together with a small golden bow of the same material. However, this fabric keeps going just a little bit longer – curving out to form a sort of oval on her chest and leaving some skin exposed. But, it ends not long afterwards. Her pants are a dark brown in hue and slightly baggy in form. Enough to hide all her curves, but not enough to flap about. Her feet are covered by tall, light brown boots that are clearly made of expensive leather. They have a small and thick heel to them, and look akin to those commonly seen on horse riders.

For accessories, Azzy wears a green and slightly see-through shoulder stole. It wraps around her shoulders and arms like a fancy shawl. The article dips sharply down after coming off her arms, and ends just below her chest. This stole is “tied” together with a large, red rose pendant – the symbol of her family line. This pendant is made of expensive metals, one that she has not been told the name of. All she really knows is that it is not iron. Naturally, some of the fabric extends past the pendant – forming a bow-like appearance. Dangling from her ears are gold earrings which end in a decently large emerald, one that is of the purest of green shades. Finally, wrapped about her neck is a silver chain necklace, fit with the pendant of a cross. She holds this item particularly dear to her heart, as it came from her eldest brother before he left to continue on with his life.

Aziza’s voice is soft, feminine, and elegant by nature – enveloping all who initially hear it with a strong sense of security. If you don’t have any issues with her, that is. The volume of her voice is hard to decipher. It is not necessarily quiet, per say, but it isn’t exactly loud either. Almost like she wishes to speak up, but is holding herself back. The tone of her words are mostly calm and tranquil, and rarely waiver unless someone impressively manages to break her patience. As such, emotions almost never come into play when she speaks. As though she were just a robot following the programs of its creator. But, when they do, she will always leave the receiver shocked. Or, maybe even frozen. Like they never expected her to act so… human.

Personality:

Quiet || Shy || Non Confrontational || Kind || Generous || Empathetic || Proper Mannerisms || Bookworm || Intelligent || Affectionate || Hard On Herself || Worrywart || Uncertain || Second Guesses Herself || Patient || Boiling Hot Anger

“I’m sorry, but can I help you? I am quite busy at the moment.”

Aziza is quiet by nature. Having been raised in a traditional family, she was taught to only speak when spoken to. Of course, she has never really followed this rule outside of family interactions, but has left a mark on her personality. A good one, in her opinion, but a mark nonetheless. Nowadays, she rarely ever speaks to others – keeping her mouth shut unless absolutely necessary. Though, it should be noted that this trait had another source. It is likely that her quiet facade stemmed from her shy demeanor as well as her upbringing. Seeing as she’s always been reserved and slightly nervous around newcomers, it is of no surprise that she began to enjoy the aspect of just simply not talking. And, if at all possible, she will outright avoid social interactions all together. So, if you find yourself being approached by this lass, consider yourself one of the lucky ones.

Thus, as one would imagine, she hates, no. No. Loathes any sort of confrontations – whether it be hostile or otherwise. They make her incredibly nervous and uncomfortable, and often spur thoughts and brainstorming on how she could possibly escape the situation. However, for the times that she cannot escape, she will handle the predicament as calmly and diplomatically as possible. Aggression and hostility rarely ever come from this girl. She finds such reactions or emotions despicable, and sees them as having no place in any situation outside of defending oneself. But, for the odd occasion where someone manages to miraculously press all the wrong buttons… Well, let’s just say that they should have been running for the hills the moment they started the conversation.

As is somewhat stereotypically of shy people, the brown haired girl is quite the kind soul – always willing to lend a hand to those who need it most. She will absolutely stop whatever she is doing given that it is not something equally important as the current issue such as reading, and offer her aid. She’ll even do this for those who she has some distaste for, or those who despise her. She is also seen as being rather generous to all those she meets – particularly towards the poor and unfortunate folks. She will always give more than necessary to those in need, whether that be her precious time (which she could be using to read) or items (be it food or something as simple as a book).

What typically drives this kindness and generosity is her sense of empathy. Or her willingness to learn about and understand one’s circumstances or perspective. She absolutely lives by the “put yourself in another's shoes” line of thought. Upon seeing another in any form of distress (and given that they have built some trust with her), she will go out of her way to listen to and understand their thoughts, perspective, and emotions – imagining that it was her in place of them to think of how she would have felt and reacted. Though, this empathy basically goes no further than an open ear and a shoulder to cry on. She is not one to offer advice unless you're dear to her heart. With the only exception being those who ask for an outside perspective. Otherwise, just be glad for the company. After all, she could be electing to anything besides helping you in that moment. She doesn't have to help… even if she will feel immense guilt from not doing so.

Once again, thanks to how she was raised, the golden-eyed rider has grown to be a rather “proper” lady – manners and all. All of the usual “thank you’s,” “no thank you’s,” “no sir’s,” “no ma’am’s,” “yes sir’s,” and “yes ma’am’s” are all prominent parts of her vocabulary. As well as the typical table manners (such as no feet on the table), greetings, posture, and behavior around others. All of it is packed into a little package named Aziza. She (outwardly and in certain circumstances) is the epitome of a “proper lady.” Disgusting. She wishes to divide herself from this part of her personality – to some extent – and live on her own accord and methods, but that is much easier said than done. She wasn't just raised on this, but she was taught it through etiquette courses back in the day. And that method of teaching is hard to shake off. No matter how hard she tries, she still finds herself slipping on the bad parts of her mannerisms. But, she'll hopefully get somewhere in the end.

As is surely evident by now, Azzy is quite the bookworm. Her absolute favorite activity to conduct is reading. Reading at dawn. Reading at dusk. Reading at lunch as well as dinner. She’s reading all the time. She’s honestly quite likely to even read while flying on her future dragon. The type of book doesn't matter, nor – for the most part – it's quality. Almost any book is a good read to her, so long as it has an attention grabbing plot. Though, reading is not just a hobby for her. Rather, it is also an escape. Specifically from reality. When times get rough or if she is running high on emotions, she will turn to books to calm her down. It, in a way, allows her to momentarily run away from all her own issues. She just wishes that it wasn’t so temporary.

This short woman is known to be rather intelligent. She holds quite a good amount of knowledge on a large variety of topics in that head of hers – both random and useless, and vital and beneficial. With her most knowledgeable subjects being biology, literature, and history. She is quick to offer small tidbits of facts when need be, or whenever she feels is right. Which is basically when she cannot stand an awkward or tense situation. It is essentially a way to ease the atmosphere a bit. Though, she has to force herself to do so around strangers. Still, if one needs any sort of advice, it would be wise of them to ask her for information or advice.

Towards those who she considered close companions, the pale gazed girl can be pretty affectionate. Not in a “lovey-dovey” way, but in a comforting sort of manner. One that lets a person know that she’d always be there for them in times of trouble. Her ways of affection are typically not verbal, being more so calm and soothing touches. Like a hand being placed on one’s shoulder or arm, a small nudge, or the occasional pat on the back. Hugs, however, are rather rare and saved for those who truly need it. Her go-to way of showing her care for another, verbally, is gentle teasing. Small jabs at another that are too soft to actually hurt and can provide some form of amusement. Though, this is an incredibly rare occurrence that will only happen when she is away from the group and with someone dear to her heart.

Aziza is incredibly hard on herself whenever she makes any sort of mistake. Even a small one that will have no outcome on her life whatsoever is enough to make her view herself as a complete and utter failure. She will dwell on these mistakes and mishaps for days upon days, mulling it over it constantly and thinking of all the ways she could have avoided it. All the while, she will scold herself for not thinking everything through before trying anything at all. While she will in no way consider herself stupid, she always scolds herself if anything were to go wrong – including the times where she had nothing to do with the outcome. Where it was by pure chance or another’s doing that caused the project to fall apart. She will always put the blame on her shoulders. This line of thought has caused the new rider to become quite the worrywart. She worries over the needless things to an unduly degree, and is frequently filled with anxiety whenever doing anything that has the chance of going downhill. It also makes her rather hesitant to try most things, specifically that wish she knows little about. Though, she does have the strength to push through this anxiety if it means she can experience something new. Given that someone is showing her the reins.

Continuing this line of negative traits is her apparent uncertainty. The young woman is seldomly confident in her abilities to do… basically anything but hold her own and read. She is never quite sure that what she suggests is correct or the best path to follow – even if she knows each and every possibility, explanation, or fact behind her decision. She will always second guess her choices with rhyme or reason as well, near shaking as she waits for the outcome. What if she got her information confused? What if she is wrong? What if this spells disaster for her and everyone around? Was that really the right choice to make? There’s just way too many risks with making any sort of decision, even if it is a part of life.

Azzy is probably one of the most patient beings on this planet. It takes a lot to break her wall of tolerance that she’s managed to build up over the years. She can wait for hours upon hours for anything, even if it is incredibly important. For social interactions, it is near impossible to get on her nerves. A constant string of energetic talking, harsh comments, insults, and the like are nowhere near enough to break her resolve. Targeting her other unsavory aspects doesn’t work either. After all, she’s the only one who can bring her down on that front. However, for those who magically manage to press all the wrong buttons, they will be faced with boiling hot anger – hotter than any fire known to man. Once she is mad, she’s mad and relentless in her own insults. She will ensure that her words cut as deep as they can, whittling down even the most confident and emotionally mature people around her. It would honestly be better to run from her when she enters this state than listen to her words. But, worry not. She will not get violent unless the offender does first.

Dragon:

Open

Strengths:

- Physical Strength

- Stamina

- Agility

- Intelligence

- Hand-To-Hand Combat

- Patience

- Oddly Enough, Her Anger

Weaknesses:

- Will Typically Not Stand Up For Herself

- Belittles Herself Over The Smallest Of Mistakes

- Can Be Quick To Tears

- Durability

- Constantly Worries Over The Smallest Things

- Guilty Conscious

- Fear Of Failure

Likes:

- Winter

- Reading

- Spending Time With Friends

- Learning

- Wood Fires

- Exercising

- Free Time

Dislikes:

- Fights & Arguments

- Grudges

- Being Around Noelle (She can’t get past the guilt)

- Unnecessary Bloodshed

- Her Parents’ “Proper” Teachings

- Etiquette Courses

- War

Crush:

Possibly someone interested in her that she could eventually develop feelings for?

Kenji, she presumes. But she’s not hard-set on staying with him. Not that she isn’t loyal! Things are just… complicated right now.

Open

Significant Other:

Kenji – Honestly, she never would have imagined that she would be getting together with him. Let alone that she would have fallen for him, once upon a time. She, by no means, disliked any aspect of him. She just respected that he had been Noelle (even if she didn’t think Noelle was good for him). But, after their arranged marriage… she doesn’t know how to feel. Sure, she developed a crush sometime after the break up. However, it just doesn’t feel as… authentic anymore. Being forced to stay together rather than test the waters just doesn’t sit right with her. She still likes him to a degree, of course. His confidence is what really drives her toward him. But she worries that some of these feelings have begun to fade. Though, she is glad that it was him that her parents were forcing her to marry and not some stranger.

Kin:

Maybe an older sibling or two? Or some cousins?

Open

Affiliations:

Noelle – An “enemy” of sorts for this gal. Once upon a time, he was dating her friend (now lover) Kenji, she didn’t think he was good enough for him, and then she somehow, some way got the two to break up with a bit of influence. However, she never expected to end up by Kenji’s side (boy, this must make her look like an absolute piece of shi-). It just happened to end up that way. Though, if she could go back in time, she would. It was not her place to interfere. She should have left it how she found it. But there’s no going back now. So, all she can do is pick up the pieces and try anew. She just hopes that Noelle will accept her numerous apologies.

Open

Other:

- Aziza wishes to be taught in the way of a scythe. Or the bow-and-arrow. She would honestly like to learn how to use both.

- Azzy had a pretty good childhood. Loving parents. Amazing siblings. Close knit bonds with her cousins. The ability to get whatever she desired. The like. However, she just wished that her parents did not have such high standards.

- The feminine being is the youngest out of all her eight other siblings.

I’ve never watched Game Of Thrones, but the dragons look pretty cool.