Name: Quindrife
Age: Seventeen Turns
Sex: Female
Sexual Orientation: Homosexual
Craft: N/A
Rank: Weyrbrat
Physical Description: A brunette with a slender frame at the waist, broad at the shoulders. Quindrife's stands roughly at just under the six foot mark, being shy by about three or so inches, quite an abnormal height for a girl. As far as predominate features on this willow of a lass goes, one would be her round cloudy gray coloured eyes, another would be her full bottom lip with a thinly penciled upper lip and small crescent shaped scar above her left brow that holds a soft pink hue in pigmentation verging on white. Her frame though slender is lean and tone which from a distance it is rather easy to mistake her for a very muscular young man, her arms though she hides them under robes or long sleeved tunics are as strong as any lads, with well-defined deltoids, biceps, and triceps. It isn't that she is ashamed of her arms but she would rather keep them concealed to give her the upper hand in fights.
Personality: A rough and tumble sort of lass. That gives as good as she gets. Quindrife isn't the type of girl that is delicate and meek. Please! This mousy haired tomboy would rather roll up her sleeves and get dirty, and even better if she could get into a scrap though she is not easy to temper. The younger Weyr boys were pushovers in her opinion and always gave her guff about being so unladylike and for that she attempts to make them eat their words after all she has to keep her pride, though not always does she defend herself. Sometimes it is best to walk away from a younger lad that could snap her in two without thought. Not exactly elegant with words Quindrife if not the type of person to sugarcoat things, the only times she tends to keep her tongue in check is when she is around authority figures of the Weyr, when she is doing her chores with people she truly doesn't enjoy being around, and women she finds attractive. Pretty girls that aren't total snobs make her insides squirm and tended to cause her to act stupid, macho, and pompous. Upon rejection Quindrife reactions tend to waver depending on the way the girl lets her down. Normally she tries to shrug things off and remain cool but sometimes girls can be cruel in these instances her reaction is poor verging on violent. Though never towards the person that causes the distress but rather towards herself in the form of long runs and heavy lifting, sometimes, though rarely purposely getting into a fight with someone stronger and giving it her all even though she knows in the process she will get hurt. Normally though, a nice long run settles her anger nicely.
Even though Quindrife is a tomboy through and through she also inherited a love for the finer things in life just like her father, wine, women, and song. If she had to choose a craft she would either pick the Harper craft but more likely than not the Baker craft just like her mother. However Quindrife has always wanted to be revered with respect, she has always wanted to put her bullheaded nature to good use. To be fearless in battle, to fly, she would be a willing to give it her all for the greater good of Pern without a second thought. And even if Thread disappeared one day the Weyr still needed strong figureheads to raise up in case of an emergency. To be selfless and righteous, to not care if she lived or died in battle because she would know that if she didn't come back she would be honoured and would have made her home proud. But Quindrife is the type of person that refuses to get her expectations of herself too high, no matter how noble she feels she could be or how strong of a defender, there was slim chances for a tomboy such as herself to become a dragon rider.She thought of herself as the in between, she wasn't a girl that could Impress a Gold, and she certainly wasn't a boy, she wouldn't appeal to a Bronze there were other children in the Weyr's that fantasized about being chosen, what would make her stand out to a dragon? Her violent defense mechanism that she throws up when she feels weak? Or maybe a dragon would be Impressed by her low self-esteem which she tries to hide by throwing herself into her work just so she can hear someone better than her say 'good job',certainly not. Even though Quindrife outwardly tries to seem manly and proud of whom she is, especially around older boys whom she knows one day might make riders, her underlying personality is complex, she fears that she will never be loved by another, she is also afraid that she will never do anything with her life to make those around her notice her, she is slow to temper and is seldom reckless, she carefully chooses her actions and towards whom she lashes out. Her violence only stems from the need to prove that she is just as good as any Weyr lad, and that deep down she thinks at times she should had been born a male. At first glance she seems like a troublemaker that solves all of her problems with her fist, but if one takes a closer look at Quindrife she is a calculating person that knows whom to pick fights with and whom to pick fights with if she wishes to get her a** handed to her. Even in losing a fight there is still some honour in going toe to toe with one of the bigger tougher boys.
History: Born to Queniso, a local harper with an affinity for vocals and Mildriff a sweet tempered wisp of a woman whom is highly skilled with pastries, Quindrife started life as most Weyrbrats do skirting round their mother's until old enough to go to fosters. Growing up in the Weyr for Quindrife was something that wasn't hard, she fit in with the boys well enough. Though she never really was comfortable around other girls her age, even when she was little they made her nervous and flustered. A feeling that only worsened the older she got causing her to try and impress the lasses in various ways, which tend to lead them to avoiding her for her antics. To this day Quindrife feels like a hopeless romantic that will never get her shot at wooing a woman of her own. When she was younger the lads that she associated with would made fun of her to no end, normally ending with the lot getting into a small rumble. The older friends that she gathers with now, are more reasonable and tend to just console the girl when they see her getting shot down by the fairer sex.
When Quindrife was about eight turns in age she received her crescent shaped scar as she chased a crawler into an area with a bit of a lower ceiling than what she had though, knocking herself near between. She never did catch the creature and from that day forth never chased after the critters again.
Spending most of her free time trying to cause trouble with some of the older lads who's pockets need to be lightened with friendly games of dice and drinking though she herself never has more than a small glass of wine after all she has to keep her wits in the morning. Quindrife for lack of better judgment overworks herself on a daily basis, between doing her required chores she then piles a large heap of errands for various masters and journeymen onto her plate to get into good favour with the various ranks of the Weyr. Ever since she was little she understood that authority in the Weyr was something that demanded respect, and that was certainly something she gives all higher rank craftsmen and Weyrfolk without question.
Other:
Highly skilled in pugilism as well as footwork. Overall, a damn good fighter.
A shifty little minx that is very “skilled” at dice. -cough- Cheating. -cough-
She can't swim but she can doggy-paddle like a professional.
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