Persona Profile: Liannor

Name: Liannor
Pronunciation: LEE-uh-nor
Age: 35
Birthday: m11 d19
Rank: Wingrider, Cypress Wing
Location: Barrier Lake Weyr
Craft: Harper
Craft Rank: Master
Speciality: History

Physical Description of Persona:
A slim blade of a woman.

Tall and lithe, Liannor doesn’t have much in the way of curves, but there is still an elegant femininity to her, carved not from softness but from the delicate precision of her features. She is all clean lines and sharp edges-- cheekbones cut high, shoulders and hips narrow, her body finely honed from a life in the straps. It is clear she spends a great deal of her time outdoors. Her hair is a sun-touched gold, her skin tanned and freckled.

There’s a restless energy to her, restrained by harper discipline. It crackles in her honey-brown eyes, in the way they skim over a room, over a person-- always curious, always measuring. Even at ease there is an alertness to her posture, as if at any moment she might rise to pursue some urgent discovery. That tension doesn’t detract from her presence so much as shape it-- giving her a certain vitality.

Typically she dresses in what the south considers to be “menswear,” boots and trousers and leather jackets, but she makes a fashion statement with that practical choice. Her clothes are exceptionally well tailored, with little in the way of spare material, save for the flowing shirts that soften an otherwise austere silhouette.

Emotional Description of Persona:
Sharp as a whip, with a mind as quick and precise as the cut of her cheekbones.

Curiosity drives Liannor, an almost insatiable hunger for knowledge that can lead her into places others wouldn’t dare tread. It’s a trait that’s helped her earn craft mastery, but can make her something of a troublemaker in weyrlife. (She adores gossip just as much as a historical scroll). Once she’s set her sights on something, she is relentless, her bullheaded determination as much a strength as it is a flaw.

Yet for all her invasive intensity, she’s great fun to be around. She throws herself into life with the same gusto she brings to her work, her sharp wit and keen humor making her lively company. Even when her focus feels a little overwhelming, her great energy has a way of sweeping others along in her wake.

History of Persona:
Liannor has lived an adventurous life.

Originally from a small cothold in the North, she fought hard to gain a traveling Harper's attention and earned an apprenticeship in Fort Hold’s prestigious Harper Hall at the age of twelve. While only of middling voice, she excelled in the academic side of the craft and took a particular interest in the history of the weyrs. Inspired by the abandoned calderas around her, Liannor was endlessly intrigued by the tales of Thread and the dragonriders who had left for the South.

So in 1199, when word spread that Igen Weyr would be reopened, nineteen year old Liannor sought a transfer. There was thick competition, but her credentials were sterling and ultimately she was reassigned to finish her apprenticeship under Igen’s new Weyrharper, Bronzerider Q’vettan.

It was a glorious time-- helping establish a new weyr, civilizing the holdless who'd agreed to staff it, exploring the harsh beauty of the desert plains. Liannor thrived at Igen-- and she met her lifemate there, green Lariath.

She would happily have stayed, but in T12, shortly after she finished her Mastery, Liannor received word from her old mentor, Q'vettan. He had transferred South some time ago and wanted her to join him. He had a compelling proposal…

The potential excavation of a weyr frozen in time: Riverbluff.

It was an adventure too good to pass up, even if it meant dealing with the South and their backwards ways. Liannor packed her bags and set off once more.

Family and Friends
Q'vettan, 52, Weyrleader., Barrier Lake Weyr (Mentor)
N'kevyn, 40, Wingrider, Cypress Wing, Barrier Lake Weyr (Lover)

Dragon's Name: Lariath
Dragon's Age: 14
Dragon's Hatching Date: m3 d20
Dragon's Colour: Green
Description of Dragon:
(LAHR-ee-ath)

Physical:

Lariath is a wiry, fine-boned green with the lean, coiled look of a runnerbeast bred for speed rather than strength. She’s on the smaller side of her color, though her wings are long and slightly oversized, her tail long and whipcord-thin and in near-constant motion, twitching like a feline when her curiosity is piqued. Her head is narrow, with wide-set eyes. Her claws are sharp and pale, prone to clicking against stone when she paces -- which she does often, unable to keep still for long. There’s always a restless sort of energy to her movements -- the twitching tail, the little wing-flicks, the way her head moves to follow anything interesting that might catch her eye -- as though she’s always half a step away from darting towards something new. Even her hide gives the illusion of motion -- a striking shade of bright jade, mottled faintly with paler streaks along her neckridges and trailing down her sides, as though someone brushed her with quick strokes of light.

In flight, however, all that fidgeting vanishes into a smooth, darting elegance: she dives, banks, and wheels with the surety of a creature who knows what she’s doing, and absolutely must chase down whatever’s currently in her sights.

Personality:

Lariath is curiosity in dragon form: quick, bright, and relentlessly nosy. If there is a mystery, a scrap of conversation, or even a flicker of odd behavior, she must investigate -- and good luck changing her mind.. Once her attention is caught, she is utterly dogged, worrying at it like a terrier after a snake, until she’s finally satisfied. This makes her invaluable in situations that call for persistence -- Searching, or learning a new maneuver, for example -- but exhausting when her focus is on something trivial, like pestering Liannor about what she ate for breakfast or demanding they go ask a passing rider about their new boots.

Intrusive by nature, Lariath doesn’t believe in boundaries where Liannor is concerned. She’s a constant voice in her rider’s ear, commenting, nudging, sometimes outright bossing: }:Stop fussing. Do it this way. Yes, better. Now tell him what you found, he’s waiting.:{ Her opinions are offered with such certainty that it’s easy to forget she’s often just guessing, working off of a dragon’s very different understanding of the world -- but her guesses are often surprisingly on target. For Liannor, this means Lariath is both a source of inspiration and a constant meddler, impossible to tune out even when she’s being exasperating.

Despite her pushiness, however, Lariath’s meddling comes from fierce devotion -- she wants Liannor to succeed, to seize every opportunity, to live without hesitation. She’s playful, fond of gossip, and quick with sharp but affectionate observations that can make others laugh even as Liannor groans. She has little patience for sulking or indecision, sweeping her rider forward with the same momentum she applies to herself. When they are in sync, Liannor and Lariath become a whirlwind: unrelenting, inspired, and nearly unstoppable. When they are not, Lariath can be a trial -- but one Liannor could never imagine living without.

Approved: September 23rd 2025
Last updated: September 27th 2025

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Persona Profile: Liannor