Post by Inadua on May 26, 2012 15:16:32 GMT -5
Character Info:
Name: Neande [face: Evanna Lynch]
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Rank: Candidate (To be searched)
Family:
Mother is deceased
Father is Bronzerider D'seus
Several half-siblings
Appearance:
Childlike. Her voice too, is childlike. Very slight, a little slip of a thing. Weyrlife will keep her slim, but she’ll eventually develop some curves. 5'3", final planned height of 5’5” or thereabouts
Platinum blonde hair, nearly white is what she was born with, and her genes still don’t seem to want that to change, but her roots do show some sign of starting to darken as her body matures. She despises having her hair cut, so it’s not very easy to catch her long enough to do it. Usually her hair is worn down, just brushed through, but wild enough to look as though she does nothing to keep it tame at all. Big, round, pale gray-blue orbs crown rosy cheeks, set deeply causing them to appear lightly shadowed. Neande is light skinned with pink undertones, and burns rather easily. It would be typical to see her with dirty cheeks or hands, dirt under the fingernails or muddied shoes -or mud between her toes.
Neande doesn’t see herself as being a tomboy or girly, either one, however.. to Neande, she’s just Neande.
Clothing is an ordeal with her. Nothing seems to ever match. Usually, tall, colourful stockings are worn with her ankle-boots and whatever cut-off trousers or skirt she’s thrown on. Most tops she puts on should belong instead to a grown man; they dwarf her in size, and sleeves are always falling far beneath her hands. She owns at least one dress, but has yet to wear the thing. It should be saved for nice occasions. She prefers going barefoot whenever there’s the chance to do so.
She usually keeps a common beltknife around her waist on her belt but no one is crazy enough to give this accident waiting to happen something reallly sharp... But either way, she’d be more likely to break into tears to disarm an opponent with overwhelming pity, wailing and grief, than to fight. Though, she’s not opposed to using her teeth. Biting, clawing, gnashing of teeth has been known to be effective.
Personality:
Neande tends to be a maniacal ring leader. She is talkative and playful, into games and tricks. Referring to herself in third person always, she makes games of everything -especially confusing others and keeping people entertained. Neande is the queen of melodramatic, always over-exagerating and making a scene. She is known to make up crazy stories about her life for those that don’t know her.
On a more serious note, Neande always lives in the now. She tries to view the world simply and in some whit of thoughttiness, assumes others will view her the same way...as being simple. When that is the case, it is easier for her to hide her true self, her serious self, the self that begins the recognize the world as more of an adult...it also keeps others guessing, giving her emotional privacy. To Neande, that makes her a little more untouchable.
The way Neande acts toward others may also leave them wondering about her mental stability, or if she really sees and understands what’s going on in the world around her. How much does she really understand? In all truth, Neande should grow up to be pretty sharp and with a lithe figure of ethereal grace and unexpected poisIt may just take this black swan a while longer yet to fine tune those graces or want to show them off.
Hobbies/Skills:
She doesn’t admit to thinking about much else other than how to play tricks and games. Though... if she had to choose one favourite pastime, it would be related to runner-beasts or being outside.
Pets:N/A
History:
Neande grew up on the outskirts of a very small cothold. She was always a wild child. Neande’s mother was ever only half-attentive regarding her and her father was not around. She grew up an only child until she was about ten years old so she does not feel very close to any siblings.
Shortly after Neande's mother passed away, word had been sent to the Weyr from the Cothold requesting that Neande be brought to the Weyr for an education -and to get her out of their hair basically. It was their belief that she was no more than a mentally estranged misfit and none of them had any idea how a Bronzerider could have ended up with such a spawn, so blame fell to her mother, causing all sorts of rumours about her own character and mental stability.
Neande felt alone. Not because she hadn't been raised by herself for much of her life, but because now that her mother was gone, public oppinion became open and she became ostracised. No one wanted to play with her anymore. No one wanted anything to do with her anymore. So when she came to the weyr within the last year, it was a scary time for her, but also a welcome time. She'd heard that Bronzeriders were very well respected; maybe here, others would be willing to play games with her again. Maybe at the Weyr she could make friends.
Neande hadn't even thought about becoming a dragonrider yet. Maybe that's something that D'seus would have to talk over with her. In the mean time however, Neande was now apprenticing as a weaver/ seamstress. But... more recently, she wasn't sure how long that would last. She always got stuck on simple tasks and never got to sew the fun, pretty things -if it wasn't mostly for the fact that she added her own colourful, eclectic touches to every garment, maybe she would be given the chance. In Neande's mind however, drab things were...well, drab, and she should change that.
Around D'seus, Neande wasn't really sure how to act. She respected him, and often simply stared at him in wonderment. It took her a long time to open up and start conversing with him, even though she's not typically shy. Simply put, the thought of having a father in flesh and blood kind of intimidated her -she didn't know how to treat him. It was a very specific kind of relationship that she'd never had any experience with before.
She is now beginning to be herself around him. In fact, more recently, when they're alone, she has been revealing some maturing aspect of her personality that had never seemed to be there before. Her silliness wasn't quite as overbearing around him, she shared her innermost thoughts with him, and she even began to wear clothes that fit her right..and dresses! Sometimes -but only to visit him- and of course they were Neande-style.
In all of her silent gestures of growing adoration for a father she could now begin to know, there have still yet to be any words of "i love you, dad" or any such vociferation.
Colour Preference:
Green
Name: Neande [face: Evanna Lynch]
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Rank: Candidate (To be searched)
Family:
Mother is deceased
Father is Bronzerider D'seus
Several half-siblings
Appearance:
Childlike. Her voice too, is childlike. Very slight, a little slip of a thing. Weyrlife will keep her slim, but she’ll eventually develop some curves. 5'3", final planned height of 5’5” or thereabouts
Platinum blonde hair, nearly white is what she was born with, and her genes still don’t seem to want that to change, but her roots do show some sign of starting to darken as her body matures. She despises having her hair cut, so it’s not very easy to catch her long enough to do it. Usually her hair is worn down, just brushed through, but wild enough to look as though she does nothing to keep it tame at all. Big, round, pale gray-blue orbs crown rosy cheeks, set deeply causing them to appear lightly shadowed. Neande is light skinned with pink undertones, and burns rather easily. It would be typical to see her with dirty cheeks or hands, dirt under the fingernails or muddied shoes -or mud between her toes.
Neande doesn’t see herself as being a tomboy or girly, either one, however.. to Neande, she’s just Neande.
Clothing is an ordeal with her. Nothing seems to ever match. Usually, tall, colourful stockings are worn with her ankle-boots and whatever cut-off trousers or skirt she’s thrown on. Most tops she puts on should belong instead to a grown man; they dwarf her in size, and sleeves are always falling far beneath her hands. She owns at least one dress, but has yet to wear the thing. It should be saved for nice occasions. She prefers going barefoot whenever there’s the chance to do so.
She usually keeps a common beltknife around her waist on her belt but no one is crazy enough to give this accident waiting to happen something reallly sharp... But either way, she’d be more likely to break into tears to disarm an opponent with overwhelming pity, wailing and grief, than to fight. Though, she’s not opposed to using her teeth. Biting, clawing, gnashing of teeth has been known to be effective.
Personality:
Neande tends to be a maniacal ring leader. She is talkative and playful, into games and tricks. Referring to herself in third person always, she makes games of everything -especially confusing others and keeping people entertained. Neande is the queen of melodramatic, always over-exagerating and making a scene. She is known to make up crazy stories about her life for those that don’t know her.
On a more serious note, Neande always lives in the now. She tries to view the world simply and in some whit of thoughttiness, assumes others will view her the same way...as being simple. When that is the case, it is easier for her to hide her true self, her serious self, the self that begins the recognize the world as more of an adult...it also keeps others guessing, giving her emotional privacy. To Neande, that makes her a little more untouchable.
The way Neande acts toward others may also leave them wondering about her mental stability, or if she really sees and understands what’s going on in the world around her. How much does she really understand? In all truth, Neande should grow up to be pretty sharp and with a lithe figure of ethereal grace and unexpected poisIt may just take this black swan a while longer yet to fine tune those graces or want to show them off.
Hobbies/Skills:
She doesn’t admit to thinking about much else other than how to play tricks and games. Though... if she had to choose one favourite pastime, it would be related to runner-beasts or being outside.
Pets:N/A
History:
Neande grew up on the outskirts of a very small cothold. She was always a wild child. Neande’s mother was ever only half-attentive regarding her and her father was not around. She grew up an only child until she was about ten years old so she does not feel very close to any siblings.
Shortly after Neande's mother passed away, word had been sent to the Weyr from the Cothold requesting that Neande be brought to the Weyr for an education -and to get her out of their hair basically. It was their belief that she was no more than a mentally estranged misfit and none of them had any idea how a Bronzerider could have ended up with such a spawn, so blame fell to her mother, causing all sorts of rumours about her own character and mental stability.
Neande felt alone. Not because she hadn't been raised by herself for much of her life, but because now that her mother was gone, public oppinion became open and she became ostracised. No one wanted to play with her anymore. No one wanted anything to do with her anymore. So when she came to the weyr within the last year, it was a scary time for her, but also a welcome time. She'd heard that Bronzeriders were very well respected; maybe here, others would be willing to play games with her again. Maybe at the Weyr she could make friends.
Neande hadn't even thought about becoming a dragonrider yet. Maybe that's something that D'seus would have to talk over with her. In the mean time however, Neande was now apprenticing as a weaver/ seamstress. But... more recently, she wasn't sure how long that would last. She always got stuck on simple tasks and never got to sew the fun, pretty things -if it wasn't mostly for the fact that she added her own colourful, eclectic touches to every garment, maybe she would be given the chance. In Neande's mind however, drab things were...well, drab, and she should change that.
Around D'seus, Neande wasn't really sure how to act. She respected him, and often simply stared at him in wonderment. It took her a long time to open up and start conversing with him, even though she's not typically shy. Simply put, the thought of having a father in flesh and blood kind of intimidated her -she didn't know how to treat him. It was a very specific kind of relationship that she'd never had any experience with before.
She is now beginning to be herself around him. In fact, more recently, when they're alone, she has been revealing some maturing aspect of her personality that had never seemed to be there before. Her silliness wasn't quite as overbearing around him, she shared her innermost thoughts with him, and she even began to wear clothes that fit her right..and dresses! Sometimes -but only to visit him- and of course they were Neande-style.
In all of her silent gestures of growing adoration for a father she could now begin to know, there have still yet to be any words of "i love you, dad" or any such vociferation.
Colour Preference:
Green
Otherwise I think you just need a color preference there at the bottom. 