Age: Sixteen Turns
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Bi-sexual (heavily leans towards women)
Craft/Rank: Weyrbrat/Candidate (is looking towards Vintercraft)
History: Born into the Trine Weyr, an average existence by most weyrfolk standards. Nothing exceptional came from her birth, there were no complications or remarkable losses, shards she even knew whom both of her parents were. More than some other brats could lay stake to that was certain. Growing up at Trine, ha that was the easy part, having to indulge the dolts around the weyr, that was hard. Even as a small child Ebrel found great disdain in what most people had to tell her, as if it just simply bored the poor lass. People were dull, mundane, and a lot of other words that basically meant the same thing. People were the same, all except the dragon riders, now those were exciting people worthy of her admiration. Even when she was young she would rather see dragons than play with other children or toys.
At about the age of ten turns Ebrel opened up more socially to others around her age due to the fact she had a heavier chore load. Oh the folly of getting older and living in a Weyr, woo exciting. Through the next few turns Ebrel developed, not only physically but emotionally as well. During puberty she hit painful growth spurts, mainly in her chest which decided without her consent it grow embarrassingly large. As a defense against the lecherous boys (and even some girls) Ebrel blossomed even further learning that the dolts of the weyr did have uses, and all she had to do was play along and flirt a bit in return.
“You need to pick a craft, soon sweetheart.”
“You should really pick a craft to go into, soon.”
“Ebrel pick a craft or I will pick one for you!”
“You should really pick a craft to go into, soon.”
“Ebrel pick a craft or I will pick one for you!”
Her foster parents had progressively stated through the course of her thirteenth turn. It wasn't that she was a lazy child, it was simply frustrating for them, they noticed that their fosterling was becoming more vain and manipulative, she had always been that way but they had assumed she would out grow it. Heaving a sigh along with some protest Ebrel agreed and decided that wine making couldn't be too bad, she after all enjoyed grapes. At the age of fourteen she left the care of her final foster mother and joined the ranks of candidates. It is her second year standing and she is beginning to pursue an actual apprenticeship should she not Impress.
Description: Ebrel stands at an impressive five foot, six inches and haven't grown since she was fourteen, her waist in slender but completely lacks any sort of curves at the hips. Though she has a fair sized bust it isn't excessive for her height, when she was younger however the things seemed massive compared to her size. She keeps her long wine red hair into a tight braid that cascades over her left shoulder and her long bangs are parted so that they cover the right side of her face, obscuring her clear brown eyes. Ebrel's face is long and narrow with a pointed nose fixed on the structure above her small thinly drawn lips. She views herself as slender, tall, and elegant even if she has squared broad shoulders and large hands and feet for a woman.
Personality: b***h. Very simply describes Ebrel to near perfection. Digging deeper the long haired redhead is selfish, manipulative, and two-faced. Using people to get what she wants is second nature for the girl, something that she doesn't even conscientiously think about as she does it. Vain and shallow, the only person that Ebrel has ever truly love is herself. Though seemingly for the most part the girl is extremely not the sort of person that people would normally hang around, Ebrel is respectful towards her elders, and those with superior ranks. As quickly as she she is to frown Ebrel is just as quick to fake a smile and pretend to be your best friend if she thinks that it can benefit her in anyway.
If someone asked the girl to make two lists, one of all the things she disliked and one of things she liked. On the page of likes it would read: Pampering myself, wine, and dragons. Where as the other page would be near two foot long and ending with: making stupid lists. Overall Ebrel is an unsavory lass that is bored with what life as given her, but isn't willing to work towards changing it. Truly she isn't a bad person but one that still has a lot of growing up to do, whether she wants to or not.
Other: Yes? No? Maybe so?
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