Persona Name: Cayhe
Birthingday:Month 4, Day 12
Current Location: Leyhan weyr
Place of birth: Southern Boll
Identifying marks: A small Threadscar on her right forearm from when she was caught out in Thread at a young age.
Appearance: Short yet, at around five three, but still growing. Cayhe is just starting to bud into womanhood, and has all the awkward grace that comes with it. So far, she's still pretty much a stick, though her hips and breasts are beginning to fill out a bit.
Cayhe had blonde hair that falls to her shoulders, blue eyes, and a cute pout. A smattering of freckles are scattered across her nose and cheeks, and she has a fairly pale complexion. She dresses in rough clothes, very durable and logical. There is a slight Threadscar on her right forearm, a testament to her near death by Thread.
Personality: It's somewhat obvious that she was daddy's little girl. Though by no means spoiled, if she asked for something, she usually got it. The main reason for that is, thankfully, she never asks for much. A trader's lifestyle has taught her that life isn't meant to be easy, and that you have to work for the things you want. A stubborn streak a mile wide, she'd rather disagree with her brother than ever admit he's right.
History: Born at Southern Boll while her family's trader caravan had stopped for a rest. Cayhe was raised on the road, and quickly adapted to the rougher lifestyle. Still, it took a close encounter with Thread to really knock home just how dangerous the life of a trader could be.
Cayhe had gone wandering off from the main caravan. unaware that Thread was slated to fall that day. When she did find out, she panicked, running blindly away from the organism. A tendril lashed across her arm, leaving the scar she bears today. It was only the sudden appearance of a small rock overhang that saved her life.
Her family was worried sick, and she was punished for her lack of forethought. Ever since then, Cayhe's never strayed far from the train.
Then, during a stopover at Bitra Hold, a dragon appeared in the sky. Much to everyone's surpise, the blue and his rider were from the south, namely Leyhan Weyr. Unable to contain their excitement, she and her brother wandered close...too close, perhaps. The blue was quick to sniff them out.
Cayhe's father was reluctant to let not one, but two of his children get taken so far away. But, true to form, he just couldn't say no. So, packing their meager belongings, Cayhe and Tiereng were off, bound for Leyhan Weyr.
Relations: brother Tiereng, rest of family various traders.
Description: A larger-sized green who is all limbs. The perfect description for her is gangly: Quimizyth is long legged, necked, winged, and tailed. Right now, it makes her exceedingly clumsy, though she seems to avoid serious injury, and when she grows up, she will obviously be one of the fastest greens in the weyr. Overall, her coloration is a startlingly bright, nearly lime shade of green, dappled with darker splotches across her sides and flanks. Her eyeridges are a bit oversized, giving her a comical Groucho Marx appearance.
Exuberant. Curious. Loud. All are adequate descriptions of Quimizyth. Many will swear that she is borderline hyperactive, and they might not be far off. When she isn't eating, she's running around, tripping over her own limbs and getting into ten kinds of trouble. Usually, she runs herself right into the ground, and even when she's sleeping, she can't be quiet; Quimizyth snores quite loudly for such a little dragon.