Persona Profile: Agyta

Writer: Iluva

Name: Agyta
Pronunciation: Ah-GEE-tah
Age: 46
Birthday: m9 d21
Rank: Weyrwoman's Second
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr

Physical Description of Persona:
At 5'9" with her straight back and carefully controlled stride, Agyta appears a little severe, and to an extent she is. Part of it is that age suits her better than youth ever did. The piercing intensity of her hazel eyes is striking and heavy, and were far too aggressive in a young child’s visage. In a woman with an agenda, however, they sparkle with untamed mischief and desire -- pinning anyone she lets her gaze slide over. The southern sun has further gilded her brown skin, and if one gets close enough there are quite a few freckles littering her nose. Her posture is impeccable, evidence of a lifetime of scrutiny and physical labour still hard at work, and her movements are spare, performed with purpose. She’s a self-contained woman, though her full lips smile easily and often whether she likes a person or not. Although approachable, it’s not immediately apparent just what is off about Agyta -- not until one is close enough to look past the dark lashes and eyeliner, past the quick, assessing flick of her gaze. An expressive oval face that she uses to full advantage is set with round cheekbones and high-arching dark brows, but it’s not until she stops, rests, relaxes, that a thin veil of melancholy finally reveals itself.

She’s a naturally slight woman and was a bit of tomboy in her youth, though multiple pregnancies have packed Agyta’s frame with soft curves and scars she has long since made peace with. There’s still a hint of boyishness about her, electing for trousers and riding leathers for practicality’s sake, though an ankle-length dress in just the right shade of blue or brown is an easy favorite on a rest day. Agyta hasn’t quite reached the point where she’s ready to chop her hair to her shoulders and stuff it up under a helmet. Instead her heavy mass of klah brown locks twist and twirl to the small of her back, and she elects to wear it down whenever she can. Her hair is one of her few true luxuries; she lets herself indulge, always trying the newest styles and trends. A selection of creams and scented oils sit in her quarters, as well as her desk. More recently, the appearance of a few grey strands have been causing her intensely private panic, but she’s hoping it’ll be a few more turns before they're truly noticeable.

Emotional Description of Persona:
Agyta can be cunning, shrewd, decisive and all too frequently comes off that way. Her resolve is quite intense, near iron-clad, and although rare for her to wear her heart on her sleeve, her drive and ambition are rooted in something genuine: bettering, nurturing, and growing things to their full potential. Any amount of time in her presence proves she was a mother before a dragonrider, a little bit of that maternal concern forever lingering just behind the mask of neutrality, occasionally shining through when she can't hide affection for someone.

Despite an early life that offered little beyond the domesticity of day to day life and the rigors of agrarian routines, she was born with a curious mind and an unslaked appetite for _more_. Agyta's become a voracious reader -- finding as much solace as inspiration between the pages, information as well as guidance -- because knowledge is power, and she intends to use both. She is deeply fascinated by anything new, different, or slightly outside the norm, and is only slightly more social than her dragon. A compassionate heart beats strong beneath her detached professionalism, and she is too often found bending a passerby’s ear and chewing relentlessly on those thoughts the rest of the day.

Agyta is primarily even-tempered, selective in her lovers, generous with her friends. As a proponent of hard work she expects unflinching dedication from those around her, does not suffer fools, and can be a hard-ass when the tunnel vision sets in, precise and unsentimental in execution. She’s developed a thick skin, impervious to barbs, and openly welcomes criticism, which makes it easy to forget that others have not. She can unintentionally forgo her softness in favor of efficiency, and it costs her more than she'd like to admit.

Her children call her a relaxed workaholic. It's accurate. She prizes duty and initiative, disdains slothfulness and selfishness, and won't rest until all the loose ends are tied. Which is why too often she’s found sleeping in her office, taking her meals at odd hours, and hauling stacks of hidework back to her quarters at night. Agyta’s playful side surfaces most freely around her children and other young people, and an ironic, sardonic sense of humor occasionally even wins over Valbath. She's comfortable in herself and her own worst critic in the same breath, because for Agyta everything is about growing, strengthening, building. And if you’re not growing, you’re dying, so everyone might as well get out of her way.

History of Persona:
Agyta was born in a small cothold near the eastern shore of the Sea of Azov. Part of a prosperous little community once buzzing with promise and talk of eventually expanding into a minor seahold, the plague snuffed out all dreams and dreamers of more. The world became and stayed quiet. Boats blanched and rotted on the beaches, winds brought only storms and avians and more bad news, and by the time Agyta was born fifth in a line of nine girls, there were hardly enough hands to properly haul in the catch and feed every mouth.

Her father fished from Rukbat’s rise to its rest in his skiff, her mother manned the homestead, the children, the everything else, and Agyta and her sisters were expected to pull their weight as soon as they were old enough. A lack of available hands had them learning to gut and clean fish, mend and haul nets, chop wood and hammer nails, alongside how to change diapers, cook, clean and take care of a home and husband. Visitors to their area of Azov were rare growing up, all but non-existent some months, and life beyond their stretch of the sea was just one more thing from a Harper’s tale, a whisper, a rumor, an invention of the desperate minded.

But that all changed when reality finally pressed in. As the economies of the larger holds slowly recovered, small fishing vessels began to trickle in in search of unclaimed and untapped waters, the forgotten bounties of the South. Growing more frequent as the girls aged, the ships brought with them their first glimpses of the world beyond. A world, it turns out, that was full of men.

Despite her parents’ efforts to curtail their daughters’ interest until they could be found suitable husbands, at fifteen Agyta found herself drawn to a young seacrafter named Rorgilon, naive enough not to know a wife and child were waiting for him at home. She gave birth to his son that winter, alone, her family irate, hoping desperately he would return and spare them the stigma and scrutiny.

Against all odds, he returned the following season. Agyta went with him happily -- until she understood he’d only come for her because his wife had died during childbirth. She inherited two more children, and their marriage lasted a few months before the sea swallowed Rorgilon’s ship. Shaken, Agyta didn’t grieve him as much as grieve what sort of life three small children would have without a father in this world. She eventually accepted another proposal and was quietly trying to make peace with that life when she was spotted by a green dragon at a Gather. Whether it was the fire of desperation or a faint flicker of something like hope, she packed up her brood and moved to Thayan Peak.

More than just dragons and Weyrlife, reading and writing, Candidacy gave her the world. The freedom agreed with her. For the first time she had a true sense of belonging, of being a part of something bigger than herself and the slow decline of a failing cothold. It took longer, including three more children with strategically chosen fathers, before she let herself understand the men of the Weyr, the customs and expectations that diverged so sharply from everything she'd been raised in.

Thayan Peak gave her everything in the decade that followed. For the first time she had more than just a roof that didn't leak and enough food in their bellies. And more than that, she discovered the strange and startling sight of women conducting their lives without intervention or interruption, some of them even thriving in positions of leadership.

Agyta just didn’t think she’d be one of them.

Impressing Valbath in her twentieth turn broke her world wide open. She’d been lucky enough to know love by then, deeply rooted in the lives of her children, but never like this. She’d known hard work and responsibility all her life, and that might have been the only thing that helped her navigate a situation that made her head spin and her heart race. With Valbath, Agyta was reborn. She left the obedient and ashamed fisher’s daughter behind. With her dragon’s support, she grew strong and solid within herself. With enough social high ground to turn around and look at the world she’d emerged from, for the first time she saw how small it was, how small _she_ was when she was in it. That wasn't a life she would ever allow her children.

Embracing her role, Agyta weyrmated a few times over the turns, a few times seriously, and gave birth to more children that she saw as the gifts children truly are, including a set of twins. Love in all its splendid forms. Still, with her origins imprinted on her heart, in her blood, she was careful never to leave her children exposed or vulnerable. She instilled in them that same hunger that had carried her this far, and whether they were born of carefully cultivated connection, passion, or simply the sweet comfort of companionship, they were always _her_ children, bound to each other through her.

After the destruction of Thayan Peak, and the swell in clutch sizes began to necessitate more Southern Weyrs, Agyta transferred to the recently opened Rising Moons. Thread returned, as predicted, and late in turn 5 high winds and poor visibility saw them grounded for months after Valbath took a massive threadscoring down her front. Recovery was slow, and the scar became a sobering reminder of just how close they’d come to losing everything. As the turns passed and her elder children Impressed and joined the fighting wings, Agyta began to train as a Second to Sr. Weyrwoman Raelis.

The tragedy of River Bluff brought so many new faces into the Weyr, all of them riddled with the devastation of loss, that she almost didn't notice the quiet, thoughtful T'mele until Valbath was near Rising. Nevertheless, his bronze caught her, and for the next four turns Agyta was happily mated, his deep quiet a natural complement to her bold. She hadn't expected change to find her again so soon, or T’mele, and she was still reeling from his death in 'fall a few months prior when the news of yet another tragedy struck Rising Moons. The attack on Weyrwoman Kapera and the death of Riyanth stirred something in her, and she spent several months at Barrier Lake Weyr, waiting to see which of their golds would rise, though it was Thiseta's Imbeth that ultimately claimed Senior.

Months later, in early Turn 13, Agyta interviewed to be Weyrwoman Saibra’s Second at Dragonsfall Weyr -- a position she was eager to accept. Not everyone in her family shared her enthusiasm, but Agyta convinced them to pack up as a unit and bid Rising Moons farewell. She was ready to be somewhere T'mele's ghost couldn't haunt her quarters, somewhere they could plant new roots and begin again.

Family and Friends
T'mele, 50, Wingrider (weyrmate - deceased)
Gytella, 5, Weyrbrat (daughter)
Avalea, 8, Weyrbrat (daughter)
Magyron, 12, Candidate (son)
Igylla, 16, Candidate (daughter)
Varga, 17, Candidate (daughter)
Rorgilon, 0, Fisherman (husband - deceased)
Akyrrah, 28, Wingrider (daughter)
A'raia, 28, Wingrider (son)
R'gorn, 31, Wingrider (son)
Ilorvyn, 32, Wingrider (step-daughter)
Rorisel, 34, Wingrider (step-daughter)
Balagyra, 20, Candidate (daughter)
T'valban, 26, Wingrider (son)

Dragon's Name: Valbath
Dragon's Age: 26
Dragon's Hatching Date: m1 d10
Dragon's Hatching Place: Thayan Peak Weyrhold
Dragon's Colour: Gold
Description of Dragon:
Heavy by nature and plenty of nurturing, Valbath is a huge, hulking queen, a powerhouse of dense muscle and brute force. She is a dragon well attuned to her own power, and although large and slow, she does possess a feral regality in every movement, even when feeding or at rest. Her long serpentine neck and tail run thick, her haunches and shoulders rippling with vast reserves of kinetic strength at the slightest motion. There's hardly a pleasing femininity or sleekness to her frame. She looks exactly like what she is: a mature dragon in her prime.

The deep molten antique gold of her hide glitters perfectly uniform -- until it doesn't. Valbath has only taken one scoring in her life, but the pale menace of Thread spans the better part of this gold's front in a large, jagged scar, consuming the lower half of her throat and chest. The contrast is jarring, that lake of gnarled scar tissue visible from most angles. She doesn’t have to do much to look imposing as a result, and if that doesn’t do the trick, then perhaps her slightly pronounced eyeridges will, angled so she looks perpetually disapproving of something. Everything, maybe.

And she usually is. At least, a little.

Valbath is as strident as Agyta, inherently no-nonsense, embodying a distinctly dominating and, at times, bossy energy, though she tends to come off as grumpy and impatient, as if she's really only here to get things done. As a young dragon pre-Pass she was notorious for asserting her independence, frequently taking solo flights to explore and indulge her vanity. Nowadays her focus has settled on the injured and the young who depend on her, and she shares the same driven curiosity about others as Agyta -- though she does like to keep some distance even with other dragons unless they are her mate. Inane chitchat is a surefire way to get uninvited to her ledge, and she is not particularly gracious about it. Lollygagging will keep you permanently on her bad side. Valbath is an intensely active dragon, spending less time lounging on her ledge than most and, unfortunately, prone to stir-craziness. For her and her rider being grounded is infinitely worse than her being proddy.

She does hold a surprisingly soft side, however. Immensely fond children and small creatures, she extends them a forgiveness she seldom grants to others. She is not what most would call a warm dragon, but when gravid she becomes quite clingy, and on the hatching sands she's not much better. Despite herself Valbath's a diligent and dedicated mother, and even with the demands of duty, it takes quite a lot to draw out her temper.

Pets

Flake, Green Firelizard: aged 0, hatched m5 d1
A bright and cheery leafy green, Flake is on the smaller side, though well-proportioned and quite cute with her slightly blunted muzzle and round eyes that are, frankly, huge in her little face. She appears permanently surprised by the world, awed by it all.

A reserved little homebody, she's a zippy flyer but not the most eager of messengers, and prefers to be curled up somewhere cozy and quiet. Flake tolerates children well enough, sometimes even enjoying their company if they're gentle and respectful, but she has a habit of disappearing as soon as they show up. She is overwhelmed by their everything-ness, and if she had it her way, she'd have Agyta all to herself. Her egg was a gift from goldrider Aydhan, and after hatching with a piece of her shell stuck to her head, Agyta's younger children insisted it must mean something. They were slightly disappointed when she proved to be, ironically, just that-- a flake.

Approved: April 16th 2026
Last updated: April 16th 2026

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