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Approved: APPROVED by Chayse

Name: Kirana
Username: PenOfDL
Age: 20
Height: 5'2''
Weight: 167 lbs
Craft: Harper
Rank: Apprentice - Harper Hall
Origin: Harper Hall
Current Location: Rias Weyr
Family:
{Mother} Karia ~ Choral Master - Harper Hall
{Father} Ranan ~ Sr. Journeyman - Harper Hall
{Brother} Riran ~ Jr. Journeyman - Harper Hall
Pets:
Verde, dark green fire lizard @
Azure, light blue fire lizard @

Basic Appearance:
Kirana has a soft and loving look to her. Her features are delicately accented by dark brown hair that is cut to frame her face. She often keeps it bundled up on her head, though, so her flitter can't get to it. Her skin is pale despite all of the time she spend in the sun, and her eyes are a soft shade of blue with just the hint of gray dancing in them. People say not to judge a book by a cover or a person by their appearance, but every snap judgement you can make about Kirana from her appearance will most likely be true.

Brief History:
Raised mostly by apprentices, Kirana never really got to know her parents too well except that they were both extremely hardworking people. Her older brother Riran was always a troublemaker, but she learned how to talk the Journeymen out of getting him in trouble at a young age so Riran pretty much owes his continuation of his Journeyman's status to Kirana. When Riran was promoted to Journeyman, Kirana's mother sent her to 'assist' him with his duties. Journeymen hardly ever had assistants, but since everyone in the Hall knew how useless Riran was/is without Kirana around, they let her go.

Personality:
Kirana is shy, sweet, and bashful. She doesn't like to talk to anyone she doesn't know very well, and it's hard for her to get to know people very well because she won't talk to them [Catch-22!], so Kirana cherishes the few friends she has been able to make. While usually understated, Kirana can become sarcastic, vicious, and dry wittied when she's annoyed and childish, weird, and annoying when she's happy. She also has a tendence to worry too much and too strongly.

Special: Coming Soon...

Other Kirana Pictures: 1

Note ~ Will Be Editted As Need

Approved: approved

Name: Imirin
Age: 24
Craft: Trader
Rank: Master
Family:
~Father - Loden
~Mother - Irinia
~Brother - Kirim

Pets: Big runner in the stables

Description: About 6'4 and built with a runners' build, Imirin has a solid body belying his young face. His almond shaped eyes are wide and descriptive. His left is a golden hazel colour, while the right is a chocolate brown. He has a smooth face with an oriental look lended to by his caramel skin. A shock of strawberry-blonde hair sits atop his head, one long wrapped tail hanging down his back and another on the left side in front of his ear. Because of his trader heritage his fashion sense, as well as his general appearance, is somewhat eccentric. He has no problem adorning himself in jewelery, and wears gold coin earrings and a gold ring almost constantly. Rish blues, yellows, and greens make up his clothing, often cut in unique designs. He feels that, by using bright colours, he will be remembered. If he appears exotic people seem to be lured towards his wares.

Personality: A nice man on the outside, Imirin has a snarky and cynical outlook that comes out to those he doesn't term customers. To them he's a friendly and eager salesman, but when confronted by someone who isn't interested in his well-guarded wares, he becomes cold, snappish, and generally spikey. He can be a bit of a prankster, things often go missing in his presence and only realized 'lost' days later, but he does it for his well-being, and not for the humour. When asked about his wares or current projects he'll eagerly dive into explanations, sometimes truthful and sometimes embellished, in order to capture interest. He could rival a harper in telling a tale, though he does so as a distraction in order to...make off with some little bauble, or maybe turn conversation away from a bad subject. His temper can be ignited quite quickly, but the triggers are hard to hit. How he came to the Weyr is a bad topic if nosed into.

History: Imirin was born a trader. A nomad by nature, he was raised by parents who had at one time been runners. They made the choice in their early years to join a caravan and never looked back to their old lives for some reason Imirin was never privy to, nor ever cared to ask. Occasionally thier stops at holds would allow him to take jobs, just as his parents did, and run a few messages here and there, toning a body that was already lithe from genetic inheritance.
Imirin grew up under the watch of his rough-handed father and older brother. He tried to live up to their expectations for so much of his life that it became an obsession, and then one day, an epiphany brought on by some occasion long forgotten for its events and remembered only for the new outlook, he discovered that he really didn't give a shard what they cared about and how he fit into their ideals. Afterall, they had left the prison of a hold or a weyr, or whereever they had been from, because they didn't fit in, and why should he force himself to fit in with them? It didn't sit well with him at all, and he got himself his own wagon through a bit of bartering of his posessions and a good deal of his own handyness with tools. With the freedom his own 'home' provided, he persued his own interests without the stern eye of his father or rump-kissing brother glaring down at him. Under his own watchful care he flourished, learning things from the people he was never allowed to associate with, besting his brother in knifing, and selling more of his creations than his own family sold of theirs. By the time his twentieth turn came to pass he had worked himself into a decent place within the hierarchy of the caravan in terms of professionalism and rank, but his 'you don't like it? Go bend a tail.' attitude (a result of his raising) had earned him a few enemies.
When his wagon 'broke down' shortly before one of the caravans schedualed passes of Rias Weyr it was unanimously voted to leave him behind. His reputation alone was not enough to push his companions away, as traders tend to stick together. It was the prospect of an extended stay at the Weyr, where an illness had already claimed many lives, that drove them off with the promise that he could rejoin on their returning pass once his wagon was fixed.
Imirin was, to say the least, livid. He put on his sellers' mask though, and got himself a room in the Weyr. Unfortunatly, further complications led to his wagon being destroyed for use of the materials during the sickness and in return for his prolonged stay. He was able to save a wheel, which is proudly displayed in his room/shop near the kitchen, and his wares and tools. He had two runners originally, but one succumbed to a sickness. He's left with only the one large runner, whom resides in the beasthold. Since that day when he knew he'd be stuck for quite a while, he's proceeded to open a small business in the weyr, providing the residents with a constant trader and a gradually changing cycle of items in order to capture their interest and money.

Special: He speaks with a bit of an accent, drawling his words. He's also adept at knife-fighting and carries one hidden on him.

Approved: Approved

Name: Cidrene (although most just call her Headwoman Cidrey)
Age: 32
Sex: Female
Height: 5 feet, 4 inches
Craft: Er... cook?
Rank: Kitchen Headwoman at Rias Weyr
Family: She's been mother to a few weyrbrats by a few dragonriders, but nothing that ever lasted. The rest of her family lives in Rias Hold, and she visits maybe once a year - her crotchety mother is still disappointed in her for failing to Impress twenty years ago!
Pets: A cranky old cat, a dirty marmalade tabby missing one ear, named Bronk.
Description: Cidrene is a large woman - not height-wise, but girth-wise. Although she does have a generous layer of fat, though, there's muscle underneath built up from heaving large slabs of meat, cleavers, and huge pots around the kitchen of Rias Weyr - not to mention the occasional firestone sack in times of need. She has prematurely gray hair that's tightly curled and wirey in texture, cut so it just brushes her shoulders. She always wears a skirt with breeches underneath, and a generously flowing top that covers her body modestly but won't dip in the food. Her eyes are dark blue.

Personality: Cidrene is frequently cranky and likes to swear a lot when appropriate... she brooks no insolence or nonsense from anybody in her kitchen, be they drudge or rider. She often refers to the kitchen as HER dragon, in fact. Where some headwomen might hit with a wooden spoon, she whales hard with a frying pan. However, she does have the proverbial good heart under the rough exterior. She'll never show her 'good side' to anybody completely, but if you're down she might give you a bubbly without a lecture and only two swear words instead of six. Cidrene isn't MEAN, just amusingly profane and with a no-nonsense attitude.

She runs her kitchen with a stern hand and is quite good at what she does - she makes excellent food and runs a tight ship without wasting food (and without scrimping to the point that the food suffers for it). She gets along (as much as she can be said to get along with anyone) with anybody that doesn't challenge her authority. Cidrene doesn't much like Imrin, however - the trader irritates her and she is suspicious that some of his food wares are stolen from her own stockrooms.

History: Cidrene was born in Rias Hold, a holdbrat through and through. She ended up in the Weyr after being Searched twenty years ago. Although she stood for every clutch she could, she never Impressed - so she decided to go off to the kitchens rather than return to the hold. She became assistant to the current Headwoman and took over the post 9 years ago when that woman died. She's been running the kitchen with an iron hand ever since.

Special: Cidrene makes a mean bubbly and knows several very odd - but effective! - hangover remedies. If she's feeling nice, maybe she'll make you one for free... but if you've angered her, it'll take a little convincing. Preferably of the monetary sort...

Cidrene is also good at home remedies. Not Healing proper, mind, just random herbal concoctions and folk fixings that sometimes work, and sometimes don't.

Picture: (none)

Tolara- Journeyman Weaver



Approved: Approved by Kolina

Name: Tolara

Username: Tara_Nepion

Age: 24

Height: 5'2''

Weight: 167 lbs

Craft: Weavercraft

Rank: Journeyman

Origin: Fort Hold

Current Location: Rias Weyr

Family:
{Mother}
{Father}
{Sister}
{Brother}

Pets: N/A

Basic Appearance: Image of Gather dress
Tolara is a slightly pudgy young woman, who is usually found wearing what used to be a plain white dress. Years of working with dies however have started to turn it a rainbow colored garment, the die splattering on her. If pressed she will occassionally wear something more presentable, like her gather dress. Tolara has fairly pale skin and dark brown eyes. Her hair reached down to her waist and is a curly mass of unruliness. Most of the time she keeps it tied back in a braid.

Brief History:

Personality: Ever since she was young Tolara has suffered from an extreme shyness. She has managed to work on that shyness and attempt to overcome it. When in a comfortable situation this fear seems to dissapear. Such situations would include working on fittings or other such work. Of course the shyness waxes and wanes. Terror is more likely to be present when Tolara is tired or stressed.

Special:
Tolara took care of her ailing mother for a few years, and has become proficient in dealing with the ill. She can make a few simple medicines, but doesn't like to.

Pictures:
Incoming.


((Kudos to PenofDL for formatting))

Approved: Approved by Kolina

Name: Lanari Isrek (Call her Nari)
Age: 15
Sex: Female
Height:
Craft: Trained as an apprentice to Beast Hall before coming to Weyr.
Rank: Candidate
Family:
Pets: At her family's farm she had a female runner named Emnili, but she stayed with Nari's family when she left to become a Beastmaster.

Emnili: A regular looking bay runner with only a star-strip-snip marking to make her different from her siblings, Emnili is a calm, gentle horse. Extremely affectionate, almost to the point of cuddly, Emnili is no stranger to treats gotten in secret from the dining table. She also has a stocking on her back right leg, but other than that she is blemish free. Her only physical problem is high withers and an extremely ugly roman nose that everyone but Nari seems to find repulsive. Geez, roman noses are cute!
Description: Nari has plain, brown mouse-hair; extremely frizzy and a pain to brush in damp weather. Lucky for her it only gets this damp around summertime, so she's homefree during winter, her favorite season. In a sort of middle height-wise, Nari towers only over the weyrbrats 5 Turns younger than she. She is not a very imposing figure, and besides her plumpness there is nothing out of the ordinary about her. Eyes, hazel colored and almond shaped, lie the normal distance apart above a thin, sharp nose. Freckles are sprinkled across her face like cinnamon on a pie. Her olive skin contrasts painfully with her pale lips, always set in some sort of lopsided smile. Crinkle lines, from laughter mostly, adorn her face; another reason some weyrbrats nickname her 'Mother'. As you have probably figured out by now, Nari does a lot of work with her younger weyr children. Mostly she helps the new ones get accustomed to their work. Nari is pretty able at everything, but mostly she gets runner or kitchen duty. One thing should be gotten straight, though. Nari can't cook; all she does is wash the dishes. That's all. The reason this is mentioned under 'Physical Description' is so we can all know how uglified her hands are, cracked and yellow with dish soap as they are. Also, Nari constantly smells of sweet soap. Why? Because she grew up on a farm where baths are a luxury, and now that she has a never ending water-source she always takes at least one bath a day. *cough*OCD*cough*
Personality: Lanari is a complex 14 year old. She is just as immature as the rest of her candidate-friends, but acts as if she owned the Weyr. Of course she acts normal when someone of a higher ranking then she is within view, but, as with everyone else, she has private dreams and goals that can only be fulfilled in the highest sense. Changeable and totally adaptable Nari's first great wish was to be a, no, the best runner breeder on Pern. Then when she was taken to the Weyr she wanted to one day become the Weyrwoman. Now she will settle for Jr. Weyrwoman. Nari isn't a bad person, however, just sly as most people are, to some extent. Cunning is more the word for it. Constantly she daydreams of things that will never happen. You could say she has an unusual amount of hope for someone so lacking in work ethic. Nari is a fun person to be around, and sort of motherly in a way. Very protective of what she thinks matters, and too nice for her own good, she also adopts anything with a stomach until it won?t want to eat ever again. As the daughter of a runner-breeder she grew up amongst animals her entire life, which is where she gets most of her sympathetic outlook on life. Constantly optimistic it can be considered the end when Nari admits defeat. Of course, she has to start something before she can see it end?
History: Nari grew up in a runner hold in Keroon, training with her father to become an apprentice in the Beast halls. This is where she got all of her knowledge of runners, and it had to be the main love of her life before she was told she might become a dragon rider, but that's another story. From the day she was born into a family of three daughters, two sons, and something like thirty-two runners, Nari was never the center of attention. This wasn't good, considering Nari's personality, and so the father realized before everything ran amok. Recognizing in her an unnatural love for runners he made her a deal. She would take care of her little siblings and as a gift he would teach her all there is to know about runners. When she was twelve he shipped her off to the Beast Hall nearest them, one of the smaller ones, and they corresponded through letters until she got Searched. After that she sent the longest letter she had ever written, almost three flit-lengths in parchment, all about what she would do when she became a dragon rider. Note, when not if. Very optimistic, but once again we are getting off the beaten path. After she was Searched at fourteen she immediately went to work doing things she could already do. Very calm in tough situations because of her work with the runners Nari was put to task helping to manage the younger weyrlings. Now it has been a year and, after having discovered her strengths, she mostly just cares for messenger runners and acts as surrogate Journeyman in the event that a letter must be sent and no one is available to do so.
Special: (talents outside of craft, anything unusual)

Picture: (Soon, I have to draw her first. x_o)

Approved: Approved

Name: Heroe
Age: 16
Sex: Female
Height: 5'9
Craft: Harper
Rank: Journeyman, Canadate
Family:
Father: Harper Terrance of Half Circle Sea Hold (deceased)
Pets: n/a (yet ^.^)

Description: Heroe has a mysterious look about her, one may think she is up to no good. Her eyes are a golden brown and her hair is jet black which accents her eyes and fair skin. Most often people judge her to be a liar when she says she use to be the daughter of a Harper, because of the way she looks.

Personality: Heroe is a caring, kind and loving young lady. She is always willing to help those in need of aid. If ever you have a problem that you really don't understand Heroe is always there to listen and help as much as she can. She has a swift tounge and is quick to subdue an argument among those she cares about. There are times, though she would rather be alone to sing and reflect upon her past. She's a daydreamer and a hopeless romantic.

History: Heroe was born and raised by the sea. Her father and mother were both Harpers of the Sea Hold, she never really knew her parents, for when she was only six turns old her mother died giving birth to her brother who died shortly after birth. Her father, a few days later, died during Thread fall. (or so she was told by the Hold's Headwoman) Tominic, her uncle became Harper , raised Heroe and taught her everything of the Harper Craft. She was then invited to Harper Hall and studied under the Master Jouernywoman Roxanne whom she grew very fond of. That was also the first time she met Roxanne's five famous fire lizards, Heroe was happy, but as all good things turn out, Heroe got a message one day that her uncle passed on and the Hold had to find a new Harper, and she had to return home immediatly. Bidding a tearful farwell to her friends, Heroe rode on the back of a magnificent blue dragon and his rider R'em. Soon the Hold came under the rule of Lord Dassan, he didn't like Heroe playing or singing music about Pern's history and of Dragonriders and ordered all her insterments (Her only posessions) to be burned. Heroe couldn't take and she ran away from her Hold one night, appearing passed out on Rias Hold's door step.

Special: She has the gift of solving other people's problems. (too bad not her own)

Approved: Approved

((you're allowed to be a candidate, yes ^^))

Name: Rafaelle
Age: 16 turns old
Sex: female
Height: 4'11
Craft: Healer
Rank: Apprentice, Candidate
Family:
[Mother: alive]
[Father: dead]
[Sister: dead]
[Brother: alive]
Pets: none yet ^^

Description: Very short and slim, Raphael loves to just play around and chat, having a sunny and naive attitude. Her black hair comes to a little bit above her shoulders, and curls around a heart-shaped face. Part of her black hair is held back with a thin gold ribbon, though small whisps escape and fall over her eyes. Clear grey eyes, with gold speckles, gaze out with an unsatiable curiosity, and her pale skin glows from days spent inside. The corners of her mouth turn up slightly, a permanent smile lighting up her face. Freckles dot her nose and cheeks, and she has an infectious smile when she's talking. . . talking in general. She has elegant hands with long, slender fingers that might be considered bony, and a lithe and wiry frame. Generally wears brown capris and a green, blue, or yellow tunic.

Personality: Sunny and charming, her eyes sparkle when she talks to anyone she knows, or maybe wants to impress or get to know. She has an incredible curiosity, and tends to be audacious and coquettish. She can relapse and pull into herself when she's alone though, thinking of past times with family. She's very tolerant of little children, but has no patience with any arrogance with older people, and often takes it out on them harshly when she loses what patience she has. She tends to be avoided by the older people as a result of that, but she gets along well enough. Rafaelle is incredibly naive, but hopeful of being Impressed at the same time, to get out of her Hold life.

History: Rafaelle was bred and raised in Rias Hold, but her sister and father died when she was about 14 turns old in an accident, supposedly a runner-beast accident, but she never tells anyone the real details her and her mother found out. She became hopeful of being Impressed from that point on, wanting to get out of Hold life and into something better, her mom working from sunrise to sunset. Raphael managed to become an apprentice to the Healer Hall in the weyr, and tries to take care of her mother and weyr the best she can.

Special: She has an unnaturally tuned ear and voice, and will sing for anyone who asks, but she usually sings or entertains patients she might be helping a Healer with. Determined to get what she wants, and incredibly naive, moreso than the usual 16-turn-old.

Picture: ^ *points up* ^