Even at 5’7″, there’s something about the manner in which Jeltje carries herself that makes her seem taller. Narrow shoulders are most often held back to match the rigid straightness of her carriage, her stride one that is not particularly delicate for a woman. Black hair prone to waves towards its ends falls to the base of her shoulder blades at its longest, her eyes only just perceptible as a deep, dark brown and not that same shadowy shade. While her nose is slim, her jaw is not particularly so, seemingly rather square until she chooses to smile. Edging into the top of her lip lies a diagonal scar, almost invisible save for the clear indentation it leaves.


For day to day wear, she tends to favour pale blouses and loose corsets in richer colours, worn over dark trousers and heeled leather boots. Visible at the low neckline of her blouse sits an oval fragment of a highly-polished black gemstone, encased in an elaborate setting of silver wire wrapping, its chain composed of generous silver links.


If one were to listen to Jeltje’s parents, somewhere way back along the line they were from good, Blooded stock. But then, most families probably have a legend of that sort somewhere along the way. Holding at Kadross, in Lemos’ territory, her family brought her up to believe that a good marriage was in her future; was her only future. She would marry young and create a good alliance for the family… except, before she was thirteen, one of her older sisters caught they eye of the boy she was supposed to eventually marry and Jeltje became… surplus to requirements.

Rather than mope, on the advice of a maiden aunt she decided that she would find a way to make her own way in the world and not be dependent on her family or marriage to forge her future. Perhaps she deliberately chose a craft so centred around the fire that could so easily destroy her home, but, conscious choice or not, Jeltje was soon bound for the Smith Hall to apprentice. She was a hardworking, if not immediately apt, student, the scars of her early efforts ones she still bears, the most prominent a faint, diagonal line that edges into her top lip. By the end of her years as an apprentice, much of her work was signed by the inclusion of pieces of jet as much as any official craft stamp, and she began to go just as easily by the nickname of Jet as much as her real name.

Towards the end of her eighteenth year, she had earned her Journeyman knot and was beginning to focus on a specialism in jewellery, her pieces ones made to look deceptively beautiful, to conceal hidden functions. A tiny flask here, a blade there… It wasn’t always that she could find the raw gems that she needed to work with as quickly as she wished and as properly, through the craft, as one might like, and it wasn’t all that long before some of the travelling trader families who invested in her work also became her best suppliers.

With greater freedom away from the apprentice world, like so many before her Jeltje was one of those who got too caught up, too fast in a whirlwind romance. When she fell pregnant, it was a surprise to her, if not to some of her colleagues. The father was seemingly uninterested in standing by her and, broken-hearted, she settled into quiet, mundane months of filling craft orders only and taking no personal commissions. The child, when she was born, was left to the care of the same aunt who had encouraged her to find a craft. Disillusioned with her work and life both, she requested a leave of absence and was happily taken in by one of the trader families who had supplied her with materials, unable to face going home for what might turn out to be for good.


Name Relation Location Position
Safiye Daughter Kadross Hold Child


Logs primarily available at Starlight.

Title OOC Date Cast
Pointed Meeting November 02, 2016 Jeltje, Th'ero
Sensible Price (Jeltje is Searched) November 6, 2016 Jeltje, Lin (NPC), Th'ero
Silver and Gold November 10, 2016 Jajen (NPC'ed by Th'ero), Jeltje
Whelps and Eggs (Egg-touching 1) November 13, 2016 Am'ry, Doktah, Jeltje, M'icha, Metan, Rulayn
Fifty Shades of Red November 15, 2016 Jaicoureth, Jeltje, Rulayn, Vossrik, Xhanfyr
For Inri's 34th November 20, 2016 Doktah, Inri, Jeltje, Vossrik, Rulayn, "Th'ero" aka Leimna, Sygni, Thys, Metan
Honesty Deserves Honesty November 28, 2016 Jeltje, Thys
Kayeth and Velokraeth's Eggs Hatch (... and cause a bloody mess) December 2, 2016 A'ster, Aion, Am'ry, C'rus, Doktah, Ibreily, Jeltje, K'shok, L'gan, Leimna, M'icha, Merek, Metan, Nyalle, Rulayn, S'ic, Sygni, Th'ero, Thys, Vossrik, Xhanfyr
Vignette: Sword and Shield December 4, 2016 Jet, Kyramith
Cave-in: The Inside Perspective December 20, 2016 I'rly, Jet, Syn, Taimri, Thys, V'sri, X'fyr


Heroes Never Die Bronze Blaze
He’s a curious creature, this large bronze, his hide almost too pale to be truly bronze, leaving him a little too easily mistaken for a gold. Unfortunately for him, he’s slight of build enough to let the misconception drag on for longer than he might like, his muzzle slender, large eyes edged with faint citrine shadows and each of his limbs slim and delicate. Faint traces of amber sweep their way down his neck, mingling with copper as they wash across his ribcage and flanks, until reaching his tail, where they take on a garnet hue and whirl down his whip-like tail. It’s his gauzy wings that are his defining features, his long, light spars woven through broad, sunshine-bright ‘sails that, when raised to the light, appear nearly translucent. His brilliant white claws are deceptively sharp; gentle until needed and lethal once deployed.

The Hidden Memory Bronze Inferno
Small for his colour, this burnished bronze is no less powerful or confident than a much larger creature, his build one that carries power in his sturdy haunches and shoulders. Between these two points, he’s rather streamlined, not a spare scrap of weight on him that isn’t dedicated to muscle. His eyes are large – almost too big for him – and mottled with copper; a shade that edges each of his ripple-like ridges. Blunt of muzzle and of shadowy claw, his shoulders are rather boxy too, his wings heavy and impressive, thick sails shot through with threads of rust and russet, dark against the brightness of his hide. He moves with purpose, if often too impulsively, throwing himself from perch to place with little care for consequences.


Don't Call Me Pretty Green Kyramith
Delicate fringes of jade, emerald and spring green nebula clouds swirl across the hide of this petite, lithe green's form. Lit from within by flickers of distant stars, bright flashes of yellow and gold dot along her muzzle like freckles, cascading down her elegant neck above a shifting swirl of subtle green hues, changing depending on the light. There is depth, here, and a subtle shimmer that harkens back to her dam. Flecks of rust are scattered along the backs of her legs and pool on the bottoms of her paws, creating the illusion of mud from some long-forgotten planet brought with her to the terra of Pern. The shifting green coloration continues along her ridges and across her haunches, spring green over jade, caressing a flash of emerald before fading once more into the paler spectrum of the hue - though pale does not mean boring, as her coloration is striking. Her wings are nearly translucent, their sails webbed with color upon color, layers of clouds stretched across their delicate looking expanse. Narrow and long, she could coast for hours on the solar winds if she chose to.