Character Name: Allia
Age: 15 19
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Craft/Rank: Candidate
History:
Up until she was Searched, Allia had never left the Cothold she was born in. The third child in a string of six (five of them daughters), she had no great aspirations in life. She figured on a very normal one, as a matter of fact - get married, have kids, and be happy with it. When a dragonrider came calling, though, that all changed. Maybe she could be more. Maybe she could ride a dragon!

Chores are performed dutifully, whatever they are. She's most comfortable in the kitchen, since it's a relatively familiar place with relatively familiar tasks (just a lot bigger and busier!). Very physical labor, like heavy lifting, is difficult for her, as she hasn't developed the muscles for it. She's willing to try, though, if the situation demands it. When she's not doing chores, attending lessons, or trying to get into a little better shape, she's a people-watcher. She wants to understand Malvren and the people in it, and she feels that observation is the best way to do that, and to eventually find a way to fit in.

Description:
Petite. Allia is thin, with no curves worth speaking of, and unlikely to gain any. She's dainty, almost to the point of looking fragile. Her face is plain, if a little sharp, and she has wide-set brown eyes and mousey brown hair. Her complexion is average for Pern.

Personality:
Allia is constantly overwhelmed by life in a Weyr. It's big, it's busy, and there are people everywhere - and they're crazy. Malvren is such a foreign environment, full of such foreign ideas, that Allia's mind hasn't quite caught up with all these changes. She has yet to decide one way or the other as to whether or not all these new worldviews are right or wrong, and instead observes with wide eyes, witholding judgement until she manages to process everything.

The adjustment process could take her quite awhile, because she stubbornly refuses to ever ask for help. She'll accept it if it's offered in just the right way, but she's very touchy about it. It's better not to bother offering and just do it, giving her no chance to protest. If someone asks, she'll just say no by reflex. It's compensation, in some ways, for her fragile looks; somewhere along the line, she got fed up with people assuming she needed to be coddled, and it's sent her in the opposite direction. She can do everything by herself, thank you, so mind your own business and leave her alone.

...but not totally alone, please. Allia needs companionship of some kind, though you'll never get her to admit it. This means she isn't likely to approach anyone, but is happy to be approached, although she isn't immediately chatty. She often appears flighty as well, because she's constantly looking around; even if she's listening intently to someone, her eyes usually wander to whatever else is going on. She's a keen observer, especially in this strange new place, and she doesn't want to miss anything. This leads to a certain amount of quiet nosiness, as she tries to watch and listen to people in a discreet way. Anything she learns, however, she keeps to herself. It's purely for her own benefit and understanding, not for the sake of finding gossip to spread.

Her voice and manner are quiet and gentle, and though she doesn't like to be helped, she doesn't mind helping someone else. Keeping in mind her own feelings on the matter, however, she doesn't make a fuss of it, and just helps and moves on. She doesn't need or especially want to be thanked, and is more likely to slip away after giving her assistance than stick around wanting praise or credit. Allia doesn't like excessive amounts of attention or being in the spotlight at all; she'd rather observe than be observed. She has an excellent memory for names and faces, and recalls the people - and animals, from runnerbeasts to flits to dragons - she's met with ease.

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