| Yhri |
 |
| Portrait By |
Nastassja Alfonso |
| Dragon |
Brown Cikitsakath |
| Gender |
Female |
| Aliases |
Jayashri, Jaya, Jay, Ashri, Ash |
| Place of Birth |
Landing |
| Current Location |
Fort Weyr |
| Occupation |
Journeywoman Computer Crafter
Brownrider Weyrling |
| First Appearance |
The Arrival |
| Logs |
The Art of Code |
Description
Softly spiraled curls of cinnamon lay in faintly unruly layers about a slender oval face. kissed with bronze and now copper highlights, the gilt locks tumble nigh halfway down the young woman's back when not otherwise pulled back or put up. Striking hazel eyes are delicately set like gems with glints of peridot, amber and sapphire all twinkling there within her bright, oft inquisitive gaze. Finely wrought cheekbones are set slightly high, dusted with a series of faint freckles upon her olive complexion. Vermilion lips pout gently above a slightly angular chin, supporting a small, straight nose dappled with sienna. Small facial figures give way to a proportionately dainty figure, her tiny five foot frame weighing little more than a hundred pounds, all of which appears lean and firmly toned. Her chest has finally developed something of a curve, her body that of an older teen, but still more boyish than womanly with its barely noticeable slopes.
Outfits:
Ashri's thick ringlets are pulled back by a silver clip with a small spray of flowers a handful of tiny green gems that might be peridot set in their centers. A knit cap of celadon is pulled over her crown, covering her tiny ears and the back of her head. A matching scarf is wrapped around her neck, the wide cloth covering mouth and nose and leaving only eyes to peek from between the two knit articles. Wrapped around her slender body is a long suede coat lined with white ovine fleece, the soft, ecru leather almost velvety to the touch. Hooks are sewn discretely into the front, allowing it to the fastened down to the knees. The collar is narrow and high, sitting snugly around her neck under the scarf, the outside edge folded down into two small points before the hooks begin. The long sleeves are cuffed, revealing the warm lining of the coat. A pair of matching gloves shield her tiny, slender hands, sewn for functionality as well as warmth. A pair of hide pants can be seen under her coat, appearing fairly plain and straightforward, tucked into thick snow boots of the same shade, appearing a size too large for her tiny feet due to their thick fleece lining.
Ashri's thick ringlets are pulled back by a silver clip with a small spray of flowers a handful of tiny green gems that might be peridot set in their centers. Wrapped around her torso is a thickly knit sweater of celedon. The neck is woven high and folded down once or twice in a turtle-neck style, the rest of the sweater fitting her comfortably, but perhaps slightly on the loose side. The sweater falls down past her hips, covering the top of her beige colored pants. Like her sweater, the pants are also slightly loose around the leg, allowing freedom of movement, though when the sweater shifts it can be seen that they fit more snugly about the waist and hips. They slide into a pair of snow boots that seem one size too large due to their thick lining of white fleece, laced all the way up the front to allow for snug fits and easy removal.
For once, rather than being simply clipped back, Ashri's hair is combed straight and pulled taught about her scalp, gathered near her crown before the curls cascade across the back of her head and neck like a waterfall. It's a bit harsh on her soft features, but it gets them out of the way. Draped over her petite figure is a sleeveless gown of white which hangs roughly halfway down her calves. It's loose and flowing, cinched only at the waist by a long strip of cloth, roughly half an inch in width. The seams are neat, tiny stitches invisible from any great distance. Protecting her feet are a pair of thick-soled leather sandals, a y-shaped band of leather sewn onto the top that her toes slide under and around.
History
Now nearly twenty, Jayashri has seen her share of adventures, many of which are chronicled in logs. For the curious, the Computer Crafter's history is condensed here, though as life moves on it will only get longer…
Jayashri was born the middle child of Crafter parents. Her father, Jayden, was a Senior Journeyman TechCrafter, while her mother, Ashrika, was a posted Journeyman Harper. She has two siblings, her elder brother Kaden, who has followed in the footsteps of his father and also become a TechCrafter, and a younger sister, Ayari, who became an Apprentice Harper, her voice taking after her mother's fine contralto.
Jayashri, however, being closer in age to her brother bonded much deeper with him than her baby sister, and was continually asking questions regarding the technology that her father and Kaden worked on. After many turns of such pestering, her father eventually set her down in front of a computer, telling her that she could find answers to all her questions with the strange and wondrous machine. He taught her the basics, which Ashri hungrily absorbed, and was soon using the computer as if she had always done so. Everything to do with computers soon became her focus, but as she grew frustrated by some of the things she could not do, she looked for alternate ways with which to do them.
Thus began her ventures into the world of programming. Soon she was plying bits and pieces of code to her whim, much to the pride of her father, and amused dismay of her mother. When Jayashri turned twelve, they enrolled her into the Computer Craft, letting her ply her natural talent where it was best suited. She did not see her parents as much from then on out, they they all still lived at the Landing. It was a busy but happy time for Ashri, who was given the opportunity to further herself in a very independent way, bringing her great maturation for one of her age. Kaden continued to keep close tabs on her, and they spent most of their free time with each other, happy babbling on about various nerdy and incoherent subjects.
Not long into her fourteenth Turn, Ashri was been stationed at her first posting: Fort Weyr. With the Weyrs desire to come into the new age of technology, a number of members from the Tech and Computer crafts were being assigned to the traditional Weyr to help it transition. Well and truly away from her family for the first time in her life, Jayashri suddenly began discovering herself in a whole new way, though she still eagerly wrote to her family, especially her brother, who sent his firelizard regularly for her letters.
Having lived her whole life at Landing, Jayashri had only been to a Weyr one other time before, for the hatching a coisin on her mother's side had stood and Impressed at. Education through immersion seemed the methodology to be employed, as the Apprentice found herself up to hear ears in the project she had been assigned to the Weyr for, along with the oldest Weyr's culture, people and traditions.
It was nearly winter when she was assigned to the colder northern climes, but the shock of the cold weather was tempered by the clutching of the senior gold Choth. It was the first time Ash had borne witness to the event, and the eggs facinated her, new and fragile, soon to harden and crack into the dragons that flew so majestically over the bowl.
Another tradition, the Winter Games, soon had her braving the gold with her new found friends in an attempt to win the trophy back from rival Ista. A game of broomball left Ash breathless and bruised, but with a new appreciation for ice as something more than a drink cooler.
Leaving the Craft residences that evening gave way to a chance meeting with blue Dalasith as her cap blew tumbling from skull to snout and brought her face to face with the dragon and his rider A'di. Words, scents and soon knots were exchanged as the blue decided that he wanted Jay to Stand as a representative of his for Choth's clutch. Bemused but adventerous she agreed, starting a new chapter in her life.
Despite the potentially glamorous outcome of being a Candidate, Ash found her life no better than a drudge. Still, she kept her eyes forward and tackled her chores with vigor. She had many new friends to keep her company, enduring the same hardships in the name of a chance at a dragon. In an irony after a fashion, many of her new companions found themselves paired off with another Candidate in another sort of bond. Perhaps the taboo on physical relationships had brought it on, but whatever the case, love was in the cold Fortian air.
It even found the young Computer geek through a budding friendship with a Printer Apprentice, who had been Searched from the nearby Hall. His name was Nirav. Reclusive and bookish, they met one day while the lad was roosting in a tree, nose in a book. When Ash proved genuinely interested in him and his book he opened up to the girl and found themselves to have much common ground. Young and somewhat naive, Ash didn't come to realize her feeling for him until nearly the Hatching when he departed with a quick peck on her cheek.
The next few days passed in a blur, and before they knew it the Weyr was abuzz with thrumming in the middle of one night. It seemed the unusual daytime laying had resulted in a nighttime hatching, but sleep beffudled or not they soon found themselves dancing on hot sands for the chance of a lifetime.
In a rapid kind of blur the hatchlings paired off, leaving all her friends bonded save one. In the end, the chores and hard work had made no difference, as Ashri and Nirav were both left Standing.
It was strange and slightly disheartening to return to the same old routine and reason she had been sent to Fort Weyr, but it wasn't long before she found herself immersed in projects new and old, even as her Impressed friends were buried in tasks of their own.
Her relationship with Nirav blossomed in this aftermath, the thoughtful young man finding excuses to spend time with the initially despondant Apprentice, sharind his writing with her, even one recalled to the Hall to continue his studies in the absence of Impression. They continued correspondence via firelizard, Ash having bonded with four during her time as a Candidate, one bronze a second place prize for her snow sculpting efforts.
Months waxed and the project she was sent to Fort — the Computer lab — was complete. Her Journeyman project was also well under way, thanks to help from her friends, particularly Pralius.
But a Crafter is always at the whim of their Craft and Jay found herself being summoned back to the Hall at Landing to continue her education. On one hand she was eager to see her family, but on the other she would miss all her new friends that she had made at Fort. Still, she had no choice, so away she went, back to the warmth of Landing.
The intervening Turns passed like water. Ash continuing her correspondance with Nirav and sending the odd letter to her friends at Fort. She gained knowledge of her Craft and a few curves, but height was denied her, so she retained her demure, petite figure.
When the chance for a new assignment to Fort presented itself, she jumped at the opportunity. Not many wanted to venture into the cold Weyr and her previous experience lent her request added weight and she soon found herself packing back up for a return to the north.
Her timing wouldn't have been more impecable, for gold Zuhth had flown and would soon clutch, leaving Ash more fodder for her Journeyman project. Fate seemed to have a more personal point of view in mind for this project. Out for a morning ride, Jayashri stumbled upon Wyndrei — now N'drei — rider of green Shisuth, and her new bundle of joy Darius.
Assisting her friend in the picture taking process — for Pralius had been Searched not long after Zuhth's clutching — Ash soon found herself the subject of a photo op with the green asking that she Stand again for Zuhth's small clutch. Unable to say no to the dragon or her friend, Jay agreed to Stand once more.
Family
| Name |
Relation |
Location |
Position |
Age |
NPC/Adoptable |
| Jayden |
Father |
Landing |
Master TechCrafter |
+26.5.9 |
Yes/Maybe |
| Ashrika |
Mother |
Landing |
Senior Journeywoman Harper |
+21.7.17 |
Yes/Maybe |
| Kaden |
Brother |
Landing |
Journeyman TechCrafter |
+1.3.7 |
Yes/Maybe |
| Ayari |
Sister |
Harper Hall |
Journeywoman Harper |
-1.6.13 |
Yes/Maybe |
Dragon: Star-Eyed Wandering Brown Cikitsakath
This dragon is long, lean, and lanky. Every part of him seems to be longer than average, but taken as a whole, he somehow seems just right. He is lengthy and wiry, built for speed and agility rather than strength and endurance. Some might even call him skinny. Even the toes of his feet and the fingers of his paws are long and thin - though somehow, still very masculine. Stretched over this gangling frame is a hide that is most definitely brown. It's a rather nice brown, the kind one sees in rich, fresh klah, deep and warm, catching hints of red and tan in the sunlight. That klah-brown color is broken in only a few spots - most easily seen, there are two small mirrored triangles of nearly-white tan on his chest at the base of his neck, as sharply defined as a gentleman's shirt peeking from beneath a coat. An identical shade of off-white coats the toes of his hind legs. Between his neck and his shoulders, in the absence of ridges where a saddle will be fitted, there is a dark nearly-black spot, perfectly round and as soft as the rest of his hide. Sweeping away from his spine at irregularly spaced intervals are very thin stripes of hard-to-see iridescent navy, none reaching more than half-way around his form, and none the same length. That same elusive tint is present on the underside of his wing-sails, visible only in strong, direct lighting, at just the right angle. Perhaps the most remarkable thing about this dragon is the pair of large eyes in his rangy face. Not so large as to be alarming, his eyes are truly windows to his inner thoughts. Of course, as with all dragons, the hue of his eyes gives a good indication of his mood, but beyond that, his face, and his eyes particularly, are mobile and expressive, conveying a wide range of emotions both subtle and broad.
Firelizards
Prince of Dreams Bronze Ravi
Dark, antiqued copper swirls in polished and tarnished eddies along his broad form. Strong shoulders support a somewhat stocky body, with powerful legs drawn up underneath him. The green of aged metal clings to his rounded belly and stretches down onto broad feet. A lighter hint of this time-aged color flows with silver tints across his expansive wing-sails, held up by drawn-out spars of rich bronze. Dark, onyx-tinted talons show from powerful paws. A long, ebony tail curls behind him, dotted here and there with a metallic sheen that reflects like dulled steel. His rounded head is accentuated by a short muzzle that is dipped and dappled in darker tints as if the metal has been charred or left to sit in the elements too long.
White Walls and Rolling Hills Egg
Plain, ordinary white covers most of this egg. It's so plain, in fact, that it could easily blend in among wherry eggs. White and gray dapple over the shell in haphazard patterns, like not quite white-washed walls. There is some color to interrupt the bland and blank exterior, though. Shocking green and gray intermixes in small splotches, like visions through distant windows. It seems to stretch out to some distant land beyond. Another world lies beyond the doors and walls, if only you could reach it.
Hatching Message
White Walls and Rolling Hills Egg shudders slightly, as if something were willing it to crack. Then, with a powerful thrust, a huge piece of the white is shoved outward, leaving a gaping hole behind. A small head briefly shows through, and then with a creel, a large hatchling forces his way through, shattering the rest of the shell in his wake.
Credits
The theme for this clutch of eggs was - distances. Each hatchling was created with personality elements of a person that I have missed due to distance coming inbetween. Each egg is a place where that person lived or spent most of their time.
This egg is based on the rolling hills of Scotland. In the Northern part of the UK, these lands are known for their history and the greenery that surrounds them. White walls are representiative of the plain walls of a college flat, a stark contrast against the otherwise lush backdrop. Your firelizard is a creature of big dreams and high aspirations. As a hatchling, he'll be a bit scared at first. He won't quite jump into things head-first, always cautious. However, as he gets older, and more bold, he'll become quite a determined little creature. When he believes in something, he follows through with an intensity that can be a bit daunting. For you, he'll be your tried and true supporter. He'll be the first to put himself into the fray for your sake, and he'll be a caring nudge when you need it most. His only real quirk, though, is a tendency to be easily distracted. Don't be surprised if he takes a little longer to complete tasks, or loses his train of thought now and again when something shiny or interesting shows itself.
Dam: Gold Kassi
Sire: Bronze Kizuka
Created by: R'owan
Smok'n Suitor Bronze Mohan
Oddly peculiar is the way his hide appears to be layered in shadowed fabric, with the pattern causing an illusion of thickness. This thickness is created not only of his coloring but because he's actually a sturdy little man. Near the base of his belly, the bronze lightens, showing a bit of a line as if he were wearing an undershirt, with this same colour wrapping in a collar around his neck. Each subsequent layer above is touched a pigment darker. At the very bridge of his spine, it becomes so dark one would have trouble telling it was bronze.
His long wing span carries this dark tint along the wing-bones, yet the sails are pleated by a red bronze colour, lending this fire lizard a slightly otherworldly or underworld appearance. Pale bronze shrouds his feet and talons, making him appear to be wearing stockings by how the colour climbs the robust limbs. His head is rather broad with the muzzle set wider than its girth. Beady little eyes hide under eye knobs and standing prominently behind them are his grand head knobs - pointed and arched in such an elaborate way. A thick neck settles on lean shoulders, his build made for power and endurance.
Just Styling Egg
This egg is simple and stylish in black. Black is stylish after all! Who could possibly go wrong with black. It's sexy. The egg is at least large and promising, but not a speck of any other colour mars the surface of this egg.
Hatching Message
Just Styling Egg hatches in a subtle and seemingly effortless fashion. An egg-wet handsome bronze face stares up when he peels himself out of his shell.
Credits
The desc was initially written by Ma'kai and expanded by Kessa.
Dam: Gold Yar
Sire: Bronze Briav
Created by: Ma'kai and Kessa
Length: 60cm
Hatchsecs: 1256517265
Perfect Pitch Brown Ninad
Dark brown, nearly black, with lighter faded areas around his eyes, the tips of his wing-spars, the end of his tail, and on his paws, Perfect Pitch Brown Hatchling isn't precisely good-looking. He's short and squat, though undeniably muscular. However, none of that matters when he opens his tiny maw and warbles. Rarely has a firelizard ever sounded as beautiful as this one, and the sound of his singing identifies him more readily than his appearance.
Let it All Out Egg
Dark gray, almost black is the primary color of this egg. Running around it from top to bottom are thirteen evenly spaced faint silver lines, as if drawn with a ruler. Midnight blue bars, rounded on both ends, of varying lengths, lay along the silver lines at different heights, circumnavigating the egg. Each bar is outlined in glowing silver-white that catches the light and makes it seem as if they are backlit by starlight.
Hatching Message
From within the egg, a noise is heard - not the tap-tap-tapping one usually hears, but a frantic peeping noise! Somehow, even through the near-panicked of the sounds, something about it sounds melodious. Soon enough a brown hatchling kicks his way free and spills onto the sand, tired and sticky with goo.
Credits
These firelizards were made for Fort Weyr's candidacy of 2010. The clutch theme is video games. Your firelizard is based on Karaoke Revolution, built and described by M'lo. Enjoy!
Dam: Gold Nova
Sire: Bronze Mulgrave
Created by: M'lo
Length: 53cm
Hatchsecs: 1280667316
Clockwork Avian Blue Dhir
Segmented and echoing back to the egg from whence it came, this firelizard is definitely avian in appearance. Metallic blue feather patterns are the norm for his hide, his wings, back, and tail being of a darker shade than his muzzle, chest, and underbelly. His wings appear to be moving parts, folding and unfolding with mechanical precision, and his limbs seem fitted, his tail consisting of joints. A final distinguishing feature for this blue firelizard are his rather enormous, white-ringed eyes, nearly taking up his entire head.
Mechanical Masterpiece Egg
Entirely composed of moveable parts, this egg is precisely fitted together into a seamless whole: so seamless, in fact, that it feels completely smooth to the touch. A perfectly ovoid piece of machinery, this egg would make any techcrafter go wild with curiosity as to what exactly this little egg does, and how. For it clearly has something strange about it….
Hatching Message
Wow, that's pretty incredible. Mechanical Masterpiece Egg is coming to life! Pieces are unfolding from the egg, forming wings, a tail, a head, four legs… and nevermind the pieces of shell that remain afterwards, those don't exist.
Credits
The theme for this clutch was Halloween stereotypes for the eggs, and halloween monsters/costumes for the hatchlings. The egg was a robot, and the hatchling was an owl. Specifically, Bubo from Clash of the Titans.
Dam: Green Jasmine
Sire: Bronze Tanfri
Created by: Xhaine
Length: 50cm
Hatchsecs: 1256518232
Tentacled Freak Blue Sanjiv
This blue is rather oozy, glopping here and there. He has wavy patterns all over him, and is a greenish bluish shade reminiscent of some horror from the depths of the sea or the far reaches of the universe. Wavy tendrils creep down his muzzle, following the curve of his throat, and his forelegs are constantly grasping at something. Red rings his eyes, and his wings are a darker shade, almost black.
Trapped and Bound Egg
Whatever this object was before some giant spider got to it, it is now an ovoid shape bound tightly in spider's silk. Layer upon layer is spun around it, muffling whatever features it had before this. The spiderwebs aren't attractive, either: They're not some gossamer, lighter than air silk that shimmers in the moonlight, no way. They're big, thick, cable-like, grayish black webs that are spun in evil, dark caves, trapping prey larger than insects.
Hatching Message
Trapped and Bound Egg might contain something within its wrapped layers, but that something is now forcing its way out. The coocoon cracks, spilling out the twitchy blue firelizard it had trapped within. Hhhhhissss! *click*
Credits
The theme for this clutch was Halloween stereotypes for the eggs, and halloween monsters/costumes for the hatchlings. The egg was a spider's web, and the hatchling is Cthulu.
Dam: Green Kornerupine
Sire: Bronze Tanfri
Created by: Xhaine
Length: 48
Hatchsecs: 1256523576
Infinite Spiral Green Avani
This pretty little green is awash in shades of brilliant leaf green from the tip of her snout to the tip of her tail, fading into maize gold on her underbelly. A belly, it might be noted, that is perhaps a little more rotund than most, but lacks the sheen of her larger gold cousins. Between her eyes, feathery tuft-like patterns of golden brown trail up to twine about her headknobs, like silken threads caught up in an unseen breeze. Sails of pale jade with a faint hint of blue stretch between 'spars of the same brilliant green, catching the slightest breeze. Her gait, as she hops along the ground, is reminiscent of an expectant mother, making her look as if she is waddling about. Claws of onyx tip each talon like a scythe, sharpened and ready for harvest.
Cradle of Life Egg
Infinite blackness cradles the shell of this almost perfectly spherical egg, with silver speckles glittering brightly throughout. Here and there, nebulous clouds of opalescent crimson, jade, aquamarine, and pale gold swirl together, like steller phenomena best known to Starcrafters.
Hatching Message
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, hatch this hatchling surely must! As the egg rolls about in a path akin to a spiral, cracks appear, bits and pieces of the stygian shell falling away with the dawn of new life. A trail of obsidian shards litter the surface beneath the egg, more and more pecked away from inside until at last, Infinite Spiral Green Hatchling bursts free of her shell, faceted eyes whirling red, and creeling for food.
Credits
Mother Earth you requested, and Mother Earth you shall have! This one was near and dear to me, and I lingered over the description till the last minute, for Gaia has so many facets to Her being. But at last, the image of the Corn Mother won out, coupled with the rotund belly common to many modern depictions of Gaia. Just as Mother Earth is known to have Her moments (can anybody say hurricanes and earthquakes?), she will also have her sweet and quiet times. Having this little companion by your side will certainly never be dull! I hope you enjoy her, it was truly a joy to craft this little lady for you! —Lyana
Dam: Green Alto
Sire: Bronze Vein
Created by: Lyana
Length: 43
Hatchsecs: 1279877888
Haven
Slightly rectangular in shape, this room bears the straight stone cuts that mark it as an original carving of the Weyr. Approximately thirteen feet by eleven, the room is slightly wider than it is deep from the sole oaken entrance. The cold floor is covered in a giant 'rug' that mitigates the persistent cool of the rock, but appears old, likely having been dug up from storage. To the right of the entrance, along the shorter side wall a 'desk' has been situated, mostly barren save for a few odds and ends, a 'desk lamp', a portable 'terminal', and a 'photograph'. A 'chair' has been pushed in at an angle, betraying the frequency of its use. A 'bookshelf' sits a little further down the wall from the desk, filled with reading materials from the academic to the fanciful, the scuffed veneer lending it personality. Along the back wall is a long, cushioned 'bench', squarish with an angled back a numerous pillows, long enough to seat three or four people. A simple 'nightstand' is pushed in by the seat, parting the bench and the bed and adorned with another lamp and often a book. Next to that, along the left-hand outer wall is the 'bed', roughly full sized, the elegant foot and headboard scratched and scuffed from Turns of use. At the foot of the bed is a small 'dresser', the top littered with grooming items and also a large mirror mounted along the back. Finally, an 'amoire' sits in the front left corner, one door never /quite/ closing all the way, scuffed and well loved like all the rest of the pieces here. The walls are barren, lacking much by way of whimsical decoration, leaving the room functional, but not quite personal.
