Post by kira on Aug 18, 2010 13:24:47 GMT -5
What would you like to be called OOC? Kira
Recruited by: Thorne & Kaemi :P
Email: KiraKattRP@gmail.com
Character Info:
Name: Merielle
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Rank: Minor Holder’s daughter, Midwife-in-training, Candidate
Family:
Setamer (56t) – Father (Very minor Holder; raises runners for both speed and durability.)
Ellecia (48t) – Mother (Keeps accounts for the Hold, as well as breeding records.)
---Etalla (31t) – Sister (Runner-trainer, works for their father.)
---~~~Vicellus (34t) – Etalla’s Husband (Wrangler.)
---~~~---Luset (13t) – Daughter
---~~~---Talvic (11t) – Son
---~~~---Etell (7t) – Son
---~~~---Villa (6t) – Daughter
---~~~---Evica (4t) – Daughter
---Satell (29t) – Brother (Will take over Hold from father.)
---~~~Zaneera (25t) – Satell’s Wife (Herbalist.)
---~~~---Zell (9t) – Son
---~~~---Sazera (4t) – Daughter
---~~~---Tellee (1t) – Son
---Marec (27t) – Brother (Sells runners raised by family.)
---~~~Linera (23t) – Marec’s Wife (Delegated to be in charge of housekeeping.)
---~~~---Erac (6t) – Son
---~~~---Lima (3t) – Daughter
---Mercia (23t) – Sister (Doting housewife; excellent cook, but lazy; pregnant again.)
---~~~Anket (25t) – Mercia’s Husband (Nearby cothold farmer.)
---~~~---Merk (2t) – Son
---~~~---Ancia (6m) – Daughter
---Ciaset (20t) – Brother (Young and free! …So far. Not much interest in settling with a woman.)
---Tamecia (19t) – Sister (Prickly and unmarried; excellent weaver.)
Appearance: Meri is on the shorter side of average for a girl, standing at around 5’3”. The hard work of her father’s hold has left her with very little extra body fat, but her form still has the beginnings of the curvaceousness evident in her mother and elder sisters. Though she carries herself with a maturity that exceeds her years, the roundness of her face reveals that she still has a bit of growing to do before maturity. Despite her thin frame, the lean muscle along her body is hard from years of working her family’s ranch-hold. Long- and thin-fingered hands and small feet give her a graceful look that it’s possible she could grow into, but she still retains the clumsy gawkiness of teenage growth.
She has a wide, bright smile and even white teeth, but few can claim witness to it – not at all because she doesn’t smile often(quite the opposite), but that she often covers her mouth with a hand to shyly hide her smiles. Her round-apple-cheeks are almost always rosy, be it from mirth, exertion, embarrassment, or some combination thereof. Her lips are very full, and often carry a dark pinkish tinge from her tendency to chew them in nervousness. Her large eyes are hazel in color with a greenish tint, and are often open wide as if startled or curious. There is a thin, white scar across her left cheek, but she just goes quiet when asked about it.
Her hair is long and reaches about her mid-back, a nice shade of dark brown. Her bangs are, unfortunately, short – an incident she dislikes recounting – but they are finally starting to grow out enough that she can sweep them to the side and show her unmarked forehead. If she remembers to brush her hair out while it’s still wet, it falls straight and shiny; however, on the occasion that she forgets or is too busy, it kinks up into waves and loose curls.
While she wears dresses as expected of her as a Holder’s daughter, she has no compunction about switching them out for pants on occasion (like when riding). She grew up in the thick of caring for the runners her family raised, so she pays little heed to every speck of dirt or straw that might stick to her as she’s been covered in mud, muck, and birthing ick so other things just don’t matter as much. She takes pride in keeping herself looking clean, presentable, and not at all slobbish, but appearances mean rather little to her.
Personality: Meri is a shy exterior with a strong interior. She’s a hard worker who never shirks her duties and always gives one hundred percent of herself. …Unless of course that duty involves extensive social interaction and/or talking. She’s quiet to a fault, and while never complaining might be seen as a positive trait, it isn’t so much when she’s dead on her feet and still working just as hard. She loves to be useful to the people around her, and knowing that she’s made someone proud of her is the most wondrous feeling she knows.
She’s equally shy around both genders, but for different reasons. Like most girls her age she has an attraction to boys, but is horribly shy around them. The fact that the loudness and brashness of most of the young men her age is so very opposite from the most positive male influence in her life – her elder brother Satell – also makes her a bit awkward around them as she’s not quite certain how to deal with them. Sadly, her sister Tamecia has made her skittish around most girls her own age, expecting them to take out their frustrations on her and turn any secret she gives them against her. She’s much more relaxed around older women, seeing a bit of Zaneera in them, but finds it difficult making friends with those of similar age. She never really had many friends growing up – too concentrated on her family, and also very overlooked for her quietude – so she retains a little bit of social awkwardness. She was always much better with the runners.
When someone does get under the outer shell of shyness, they’ll find a quirky little sense of humor and a love of most things in life. Simple pleasures are considered the best ones, and doing something good with one’s own hands is the greatest pleasure of them all. Generally very cautious, she’s not much into pranks, but practical jokes make her giggle. She’s almost always kind, having been the brunt of too many caustic words to ever want to hurt another person that way. She rarely gets angry in her own defense, but defense of another being or ideal that she cares for could possibly rile her up. She’s never had to actually give someone a tongue-lashing, but has a decent enough vocabulary to make quick work of it if it’s ever needed.
She’s intelligent and creative, but most people never took the time to notice the ways she found to make her tasks easier or better or the effects longer-lasting. She does sketch on occasion, loving both quick sketches of things in motion – like the long-legged runners – and scenes of peaceful happiness – like Zaneera playing with Tellee on the rug.
Hobbies/Skills:
• She loves riding, and will often help train the younger runners raised by her family – especially the ones raised for speed. She’s fairly skilled in most aspects of runnercraft.
• Began training as a human midwife two turns ago. Still knows much more about runner-birthing and medicine though, since that is what she began with before being pushed to humans as well.
• Likes to sketch in her free time, though doesn’t think she’s very good. Most of her sketches get hidden under her bed, but Satell and Zaneera have snitched a few.
Pets: A tiny, tortoiseshell domestic feline named Nyri. He’s a baby boy. :3 She’s never gotten to keep any of her family’s runners as her own, but she’s well-acquainted with most of them. Edit: she had to leave her kitten behind when she was Searched.
History: When Setamer and Ellecia took over Ellecia’s father’s slowly failing runner-hold, they took to setting it right with a fervor. They were a kind and doting couple and couldn’t wait for children. Their first child, a girl they named Etalla, was born very shortly after their marriage and they quickly began teaching her in the crib the way of raising runners. They knew they would need every hand they could get, and a girl would work just as well with the sensitive beasts. Quickly following that were two boys – Satell, who calmness proved he would be a wonderful heir, and Marec, who showed from an early age his ability to talk most people into anything. Another girl, Mercia, followed, but even in youth showed she was more of a lazy dreamer than a hard worker. Another son, Ciaset, who was as wild as the young runners they raised, but with much less inclination toward mating. Almost wearily, Ellecia gave birth to another daughter, Tamecia, who proved herself worthless at any sort of dirty work so was kept to indoor tasks.
By the time Merielle was born, both Setamer and Ellecia were both exhausted from the first six children. Because of this, she was largely ignored by both of them – they were just too tired and too busy. When they did pay attention, it was unfortunately to scold her. They meant well and just didn’t want her to repeat the mistakes of her less-worthy siblings, but they didn’t realize the blows that it provided to her self-esteem. It didn’t help when the three-turns-older Tamecia picked up on it, and began adding her own picking and insults in with the critiques. The result was the vibrant young girl gradually becoming more withdrawn and quiet. She became prone to fidgeting, and bit her lips often. Her eyes were almost always downcast, or peeking up from underneath her lashes nervously. When she was twelve turns, she even developed a small stutter that would get worse as she grew more flustered but less apparent when more relaxed.
But there was a strength in her. Instead of breaking down under the constant barrage of criticism and disregard, she worked harder. If she could do this task faster, or that task better, or that other task perfectly – then there wouldn’t be anything to criticize. She became a perfectionist in her own right, picking at any flaw in her work and vowing to do better the next time. Every criticism she received was taken to heart, and every ounce of her will went into making reparations for it. And being able to do only one task well was not acceptable – she needed to know how to do all of them. From mucking stalls to breaking runners to sewing a straight and sturdy seam to washing floors – she put her all into learning every aspect of the jobs undertaken at her hold. Over time, she came to gain a quiet respect and admiration from the various workers around the runner-hold, even if most of her family didn’t pay as much heed.
Her eldest brother, Satell, and his wife Zaneera noticed her, though. Whenever possible, they encouraged her in whatever endeavor she was undertaking. They became the surrogate parents she never really had. Around them, she smiled more, relaxed more, and stuttered less. She let her creativity shine through sometimes, and was less averse of making suggestions about certain procedures around them.
When she was fourteen, a runner started birthing while the other more experienced trainers were all out with the other runners or away. She had helped them with the procedure numerous times before, so she knew she might be able to handle it on her own – but she was also terrified of screwing up and losing her family a part of their business. She did manage to locate Zaneera in her herb shed to be her assistant, and though Zaneera knew nothing of runner-medicine she was always willing to help. In the midst of the difficult situation – the colt just had to be breech – Meri just dropped all of her worry and frustration and went on instinct and knowledge, barking out orders to Zaneera and handling the fidgeting dam with sure hands and soothing tones. The babe was born successfully, a health young colt, who was standing quickly with barely a wobble.
After that, Zaneera looked at her differently. The other handlers did as well, allowing her to take the reins – so to speak – in more birthing. It was several months later that Meri was introduced to another woman by Zaneera, and asked if maybe she’d like to become a midwife. Her sure hands and caring demeanor would do her well in that profession; her soft calmness but stern application of orders under strain would be a necessity. She could continue helping her family with the runner-hold, but she would be needed as her siblings continued to birth her nieces and nephews. At the thought of being able to provide another service to her family, she quickly agreed and began training. A turn later, she helped Zaneera with the birth of her son Tellee, and six months after that she helped her sister Mercia with the birth of her daughter Ancia.
She was finally getting to a place where she was happy and felt useful to her family. Even her parents would offer her a smile on occasion, and nothing made her happier than the thought of making them proud. She was growing into an attractive young woman, and boys from nearby holds and cotholds were beginning to notice. …And all of this rankled her sister Tamecia. She was only a few turns older, but her prickly demeanor had already driven away most of the interest in her. She had taken excellently to weaving, but was paid little heed by most of the family. She was, in short, jealous of the place of appreciation that her younger sister was gaining (no matter that she had earned it). So, one night, she took the sharp shears she used to cut the fine thread of her weaving and took it to her sister’s hair. Or, namely, her bangs. She managed to get an almost-straight-across cut to them before Meri work up. Meri, only seeing that someone was over her bed with a sharp object, screamed and thrashed in fright. The sharp shears cut a deep slice open on one of her cheeks before Tamecia could retract them. The blue cloth-dye Tamecia had been intending to draw the “S” with was knocked over as she fled the room to avoid getting caught.
When Meri realized what had been done – and what someone was planning to do to her – she broke down in tears. It took a long while for Satell to be able to calm her down, but even after that the damage was done. Tamecia was scolded and punished heavily, but her family opted against legal action so as to not bring bad rumors to the runner-hold. Merielle was left feeling, once again, like someone unwanted in her own home. The way people instinctively flinched away from her when they saw the straight-cut bangs before they realized it was her didn’t help with this. She kept up with her studies and her duties, but it was with a much more desolate air. Satell and Zaneera knew that something needed to be done, and unfortunately the only options they could think of were for Meri to leave the hold for something important. But there seemed like no way to suggest it without making Meri feel like she was being shunned away. …Or was there?
Name: Artemth (Are-tem-th)
Color: Green
Age: Newly Hatched
Description: A gorgeous hue, Artemth is a frosty, bright green that is both unusual and certainly an eye-catcher. With this light, vivid coloring, she almost seems to have a glowing aura about her. During the day, the suns glints brightly against her hide, but when night falls, the twin moons practically give her a silvery radiance that is breathtaking. There are splattering patches of lighter green on her legs, and her wingsails are nearly white. In size, Artemth is above average for her color, and will grow to be a rather large green. Her proportions are sleek and smooth, almost all perfect except for her wings, which are a bit too big for her body. Her face seems to hold an innocence, and her eyes are soft and gentle.
Personality: A rather unusual green, there are many things Artemth does not share with her sisters. There is nothing flirty about this dragon, and she tends to shy away from anyone who tries to do so with her. Perhaps someday she will grow comfortable enough with another dragon to receive his affections willingly, but he will have to gain her trust first. Exuding a sense of purity, this green prefers to spend her time with others of her color rather than male dragons. Artemth will, however, be more than happy to make friends of those blues and browns who have no sexual interest in her. Because she is so innocent, this dragon tends to be a bit on the naïve side.
However, if there was ever a warm dragon, Artemth is it. She is loving and caring, and a sympathetic ear to anyone who needs someone to listen. Friendly and inviting, this green will always be the first to ask another why they look so depressed, or try to cheer up a friend that seems down. Rather than seem bubbly, Artemth is more calm and motherly, sweet when needed and good at giving advice. Although, as a result of this gentle temperament, she is a mild dragon and will possibly be walked on by others. Her rider will certainly have to look after her in this aspect, or they will both be taken advantage of.
History: ((I'll...fill this in when I'm more awake.))
Clutch: Gold Aeriath's 4th by Bronze Zorometh
Hatching Order: 11th, From The Great Hunt Egg
Text Color: 77FF9A
Mind Voice: Moira Kelly - www.youtube.com/watch?v=K5apnJcWoTU
