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Name: Rochelle
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: HER MILKSHAKE BRINGS ALL THE BOYS TO THE YARD
Craft/Rank: Journeyman Glasscrafter
History: Rochelle's history is kind of boring. There is some sad feels, there are good feels, friendships, a bit of more sad personal feels tossed in, but all around it is nothing spectacular. Mild trigger warnings all the same for a butthead ex boyfriend

She was born into Malvren Weyr and promptly delivered to the creche by a drudge attending her birth. They said her name was 'Elle'. Her parents were probably dragonriders but a Weyr being a Weyr, no one knows and no one cares - especially her parents. Elle grew up a normal, happy Weyrbrat, getting into trouble, making not-really friendships with the other Weyrbrats, and generally not caring if she was supposed to be angsty or upset or something.

At six, a Glasscrafter named Rocham took her in as a foster and mini-apprentice. She fell in love with the craft and absolutely adored Rocham as a father figure, although the man had blonde hair and pale skin - unusual and nothing at all like her. He gave her trinkets and a doll named Missy, taught her a few things about 'Crafting, told her that one day she would be one just like him and would help him out at the Weyr. He filled her head with badassery and self esteem, making sure the little girl had swagger - it would do no good to have a wilting, sad creature as an apprentice. She had to learn to use melting glass and fire-breathing technologies after all.

When Elle turned eleven, Rocham sent her off to the Crafthall in Ista. Elle screamed and protested and in the end was told "LOL You think you have a choice, that's adorable. Shoo now, come visit when you can." So she did and introduced herself there as Rochelle, daughter of Rocham, because screw convention. Even with all of her misgivings and dedication to hating the hall, Rochelle fell into a steady routine of being Amazing and trying to show up everyone else in her age group. She never made it to #1, though it was close for a while there. She made friends, as children do, and she made enemies, as arrogant little snots do. Fist fights were not a common thing, though enough for the Journeymen and Masters to just sigh and go "Shardit, Rochelle, why?"

Her first crush and first kiss happened at fourteen. His name was Samisu and he was fifteen, all elbows and knees with a silly smile. Nothing came of it except giggles and blushing and awkward teenager handholding.

No, the big things happened between her fourteenth nameday and the fifteenth.

Rochelle visited the Weyr as often as she could before then and sent Rocham letters frequently - or as much as she could afford. He never mentioned ill health, keeping it from his apprentice for at least a turn until a Healer, concerned, sent a message to Rochelle that he had been sick for quite some time and she may want to return to say her final farewells.

She left Ista behind without a second glance, Missy in tow.

It took some readjusting to the Weyr, another culture shock that became like a warm return. She became far too aquainted with the Infirmary as she spent as much time as she could there with Rocham. He looked sick and frail in the bed, often drifting in and out of sleep, and in pain when not dosed up. Whenever the Healers kicked her out to get her own rest or food or just because of her annoying, she took solace in the Crafting quarters. Even though she was only an Apprentice, Rochelle knew a few things and found another Journeyman to help her continue her education.

There she met a man. About two years older, he had red curling hair and skin a shade lighter than hers, his smile wide and bright, nose crooked. She doesn't remember his name (it is R'nam), but he came to the Crafting quarters to commission a flask for a wingmate's nameday. He flirted, arrogant in his own right, charming all the same, and after eight sevendays of her being there, convinced Rochelle to give the handsome brownrider a chance. So she did, seeing him when not with Rocham. In the Infirm, she found a casual friend in Aleck, a healers son. He had the tendency to be the only one to see her smiling facade crack even a little and she trusted him not to gossip. Poor guy had to listen to her constant chatter about R'nam in order to avoid discussing the unconcious Rocham.

A Turn into her return, the decision was made to send Rocham to Healer Hall. While the Healers at Malvren were (are) excellent, the Hall staffed itself with more Masters, more medicines, and more apprentices to see him in the peak of health. Rochelle would not be allowed to go there with him. She bid him farewell until her next visit and decided to stay at Malvren as an apprentice and a Candidate.

A certain brownrider professed his love to her the night they sent Rocham off and held her when she cried for her foster-teacher. But he loved her and stroked her hair and pressured, so the next morning she woke up in his bed. He didn't talk to her for a sevenday afterwards and when he did, it was to inform Rochelle that he made a mistake and did not feel t hat way about her. He did, however, have feelings for this greenrider in his wing, she was a metal crafter and--

Rochelle went back to Ista the next day with no prior warning to anyone in the Weyr. She threw herself into her aprenticeship and when she started to date again, they were all casual, short flings. When things became serious, she withdrew, ended it with their tears or yelling because she could not explain enough why she panicked and tried to disappear and few people wanted to listen. Poor Samisu. He cried. She still feels guilty about that.

Aside from her issues in relationships, Rochelle did well as an apprentice. She walked the tables at nineteen. When she received word that Rocham was actually doing very well at Healer Hall about eight months later, she put in a request to be transferred to Malvren. She avoids dragonriders and the Infirmary for the most part, but she's only been back for a sevenday when the wherhandlers decided to be jerks and start a revolution.

Thanks, wherhandlers. You made her drop her blowtorch.

Description: When Rochelle first meets a person 'Journeyman'' isn't generally something that first springs to mind. She's a respectable 5'7" and a bit verweight, carrying it well in generous curves. Rochelle wears the typical tunic-and-pants outfit with the pants fitted and the tunic usually open a bit far, thick wherhide boots. Usually she wears a waist pincer as well, though during work her outfits tend to be brownish and baggy and kind of gross. Her skin is a dark beige and her hair is a deep auburn, going all the way to the middle of her back in a thick bolt.

Her face is very round with a tiny chin, full, wide lips and an even larger smile. Dark blue eyes made nearly black by the use of kohl, Rochelle makes a practice of making little glass jewelry on her off times. Rowr. She does, however, bite her nails down to the skin and have two piercings in each ear.

Personality: She is the MasterCrafter of Sasscraft. Rochelle takes pride in being sassy, full of swagger and snark and other 's' words. Being mean is not exactly something she enjoys but more of an unfortunate consequence of being Usually Right about all of the things. Opinionated and loud about it, she doesn't hesitate to tell her best friends (if/when she actually gets some) to shut up when they're going off on a verbal or physical rampage. This would be easier if she knew when to shut up instead of making uncomfortable situations even more so with inappropriate things such as saying "battle wounds" when a man with severe blood loss has already expressed concern about his son.

Her ego is as big as a bronze dragon. Rochelle knows she is awesome and she does her very best to act awesome. She puts 110% into everything she does due to the simple fact that in order to be as badass as she KNOWS she is to the outside world, she needs to be the best on her own level. Anyone protesting her being one of the coolest cats around will be met with an argument on why they are wrong. You cannot shake her belief or her ego. (... okay, so she's arrogant about her own worth. Is this really such a bad thing?)

Rochelle dislikes outbursts. This makes her a complete and total hypocrite - and she is, for various reasons - but people bursting into hysterical sobs or screaming fits of rage do nothing but piss her off and annoy her. Control is a big part of being an adult (again: hypocrite) and if it's a child, they have no business being around her.

Her BS meter is low. She will call people on it and their random acts of stupid. This goes hand in hand with that whole 'doesn't know when to shut up' thing as stated above. Being an idiot has no place in a Weyr or around gigantic beasts or blowtorches. Like with children and their not adult status.

Children are messy, sticky for unknown reasons, loud, kind of dumb, and she dislikes them immensely. One of the reasons she does not want to be a parent is because she doesn't think she'd like her own flesh and blood. Even though she grew up in a creche, Rochelle adores her fostered out father and could not imagine putting her own kiddlet in a creche instead of caring about them. Shards, she has a hard enough caring about guys she sleeps with let alone something she's supposed to love on sight. Being in a Weyr means few people would judge her for this but after spending half her life at a Hall... It altered her perception a little bit.

Dating is fun for Rochelle. Random one night stands are also fun. She's had a steady stream of lovers since she was sixteen and likes to flirt with absolutely everyone, regardless of gender or sexual orientation. Rochelle is straight, yeah, but flirting is fun and so is being fawned over. "Because I can" and "I wanted to" are the mantras she lives by and pertain to every aspect of her life, including her love life. If a guy is interested and she is interested, both are of age and sober, then why not? What's wrong with some fun? Consent is a super big deal; pressuring anyone into anything sexual is not cool and something of a Beserk Button. She's had a few long(ish) relationships. When in a relationship, Rochelle is monogamous and happily so, seeing only her partner in a sexual or romantic light.

That's where the problems come in. When emotionally attached to someone, a cold panic seeps in and Rochelle bolts. She does her best to disappear from their life as soon as she realizes one of them or both of them have more serious romantic feelings, withdrawing from the world for a few weeks in order to avoid them. This leads to the guys either yelling, ignoring her back, or, in a few cases, crying at her. Either way, it never ends up with them back together as the few times she's attempted to offer explanation, she gets sick and can't spit the words out.

It's safer to just sleep around, really, with less grumpy involved.

She channels all of her love and adoration into her Craft and her Weyr. Despite being at Ista for half of her life, Malvren is her home and hers. She defends it and it's dragons fiercely, taking everything against the Weyr as a personal slight. Rocham loved it while he was there, and she would love it as well. She works long hours and does her best to be a good member of the Weyr, even though she falls short at times due to her issues with shutting up and annoying people.

With the dedication to Malvren comes the dragons, of course. Weyrs need the dragons and dragons need riders. She's almost twenty but she figures she may as well stand for a Turn, taking on the responsibilities of a Journeyman and a Candidate. Golds make her a little bit leery; flamethrowers are fun and all, but clutching seems to be a chore and the paperwork stupidly time-consuming. Now, a fighting dragon? Chromatics are awesome, color politics be damned. She likes the colors, all the colors! Dragons are dragons are dragons and some of them spew fire. Not Impressing won't make or break her, it's something she Stands for for fun and for the benefit of her Weyr, but Bonding would be cool never the less.

Rochelle swears, drinks, and likes to have fun in the meantime. That's pretty much all I have to say about that.

Her temper is mighty when roused. She does not consider it a character defect or something to be stopped, merely quelled when inappropriate or in front of people who shouldn't see her go all Curbstomp on someones face. Fists are there for a reason and while her hands are small, they hurt when those tiny knuckles dig into flesh. She fights dirty and takes no prisoners. Punishments in the past has made her learn to push down the urge to beat someones face in, though it is not always successful. She mostly sticks to sneering, snide comments, and being better than they are. Living well is the best revenge (and bloodied noses).

With authority, Rochelle respects the fact they can mess her life up good. She knows people higher ranking than her can (will) make her life miserable if she does stupid things and has in the past been punished at the Craft hall for fights, talking back, and being disrespectful. She gets this. Knowing this doesn't make it easier, of course, but she knows. Her disdain for those in power she believes shouldn't be in power (mostly leaders who got there on banging a certain color dragon, or jerk Masters) is thinly veiled but she says 'yessir' and 'yes ma'am' with the best of them. Honestly authoritative and knowledgeable people - not the sort who assert themselves through snarling and cocky throwing - are ones she can really respect. Don't storm in to a room and start bossing people around just because you think you can and you dislike them; that makes you a childish and insecure creature she'll never respect. Rochelle has exacting standards, albeit some hypocritical, and does her best to hold everyone to them.

Except wherhandlers. Screw whers. She finds them ugly, more violent than her on her worst day, and after this revolution, they are traitors. All of them.

As for those she likes... When Rochelle finds you interesting and wants to get to know you better, she is annoying. She finds excuses to talk to you, poke at the sensitive topics, try and get a rise out of you somehow. That annoying boy in the back of the class who put girls hair in ink? That's Rochelle. She thrives on human contact and is well aware how antagonistic she can be. None of it is meant as malicious, merely curious, but it's how her mind works. Annoy a little, get attention, get a friend, then they can see her for the real, somewhat less bothersome her. She also likes to smile. A lot. It's her favorite expression.

Same goes for her enemies. If she dislikes someone, she annoys them. Badgering, snarky comments, things like that. Luckily she doesn't dislike many people (save for aforementioned wannabe authority figures and whers), so people are mostly free of her wrath.

Other: Don't call her fat. Rochelle can, and will, get violent over this statement and has more than once gotten into a fight about it. She can work out and run laps with the best of them, she has no issues with her health, no body self esteem issues, and if a person dislikes curvy girls, that's fine and dandy. Just don't call her fat or any variation thereof if you want to keep your teeth.

Also, she has two piercings in each ear but is planning on several more (eyebrows, nose, labret, etc) along with some primitive tattoos, unless the pernese are good at the technology for that stuff.

She wants a firelizard so she can house it in her chest.