Name: Emora
Age: 19
Gender: female
Sexual Preference: straight
Craft/Hall/Rank: Journeyman Beastcraft specialty in Runnerbeasts
Personality: Emora was once a fiery chipper young woman quick to smile and quicker still to laugh with a sharp tongue and a sharper mind. Since her mauling her tongue has lost none of it's edge and any who question if her mind like her body took more then a knock will find themselves quickly overrun with cutting words and made the bunt of more then one cruel joke. Emora is clever, but she no longer uses her cleverness to draw delighted laughs or smiles like she once did. As far as anyone can tell the girl hasn't smiled since the day she awoke from her coma.
The fire in the woman's eyes hasn't burned out just yet though. The once bright blaze still simmers and flickers just beneath the surface driving Emora on harder and harder. A perfectionist she's lost all sense of self preservation in the face of getting the job done and done right no matter at what the cost to herself. It's almost like in her drive to throw herself into more daring death defying tricks and tasks she's lost the ability to feel pain or even to take pleasure in her own accomplishments that once meant so much to her. Instead she simply keeps moving on looking for the next task and the next thrill.
Born a show-woman Emora has always possessed a distinct gift of empathy that allowed her to so easily read the animals she rode and the people around her. Body language was second nature to her and she was always there to calm a startled beast or ease a worried friend. While still able to read people as easily as she breaths she no longer reaches out as she once did. Her once strong gift of empathy lays buried deep beneath the surface hidden away behind untrusting eyes. She no longer wants to connect with people preferring the company of runners or any other unspeaking beasts and only ever allowing them to see her true pain. Perhaps one day she can be drawn out of her fortress, but that day is not today.
Emora has never been particularly good at tolerating lazy self entitled whiners. She hates them with a passion feeling that the likes of helpless little lord holder girls or other prim and proper ladies who'd rather trick men into doing their work are beneath her. To her life has always been about earning your keep and a test of survival of the fittest. While one would hardly think of the word proud when describing a mauled and mutilated candidate nonetheless Emora is a proud woman. It's a dark, pained, and bloody survivors pride. She's proud that through sheer force of will she dragged herself back from the edge of madness. Her metal and mind has been tested and where others like those spoiled little princesses would have faltered Emora survived and proved herself to be superior. She has nothing left to fear. Not even fear itself.
Commanding and domineering Emora conducts herself with a force of will that can be described as no holds barred ruthless. Gone is the frivolity of her past replaced with a military precision and darkness that was never there before. In her time lost to the coma Emora stared into the Between and the Between stared back into her leaving a biting coldness in the woman's veins that was never there before. You'll never find another woman so lost as this one nor one with a stronger will and thirst to survive.
Physical Description: Emora stands at 5'3 with a slim build that has over time become trimmed down to almost pure muscle. Her skin is pale with a light flush from working outside, but seems to lack the glow of health. Emora's eyes are a silvery light gray bordering on almost white that seem to have an almost eternal darkness to them and are constantly framed with light eyeshadow to hide the dark circles around them. Her hair is a pale blond with a single braid done up in it and when not let down is usually tied back tightly in a runnerstail to keep it out of her face. Over all she constantly wears dark clothes seems to prefer very dark blues or browns. She never wears short sleeves and avoids being seen without her shirt off whenever she can due to the fact that her entire left side is just one horrifying mask of claw marks and scar tissue. So far she's managed to conceal all, but the one on her cheek. Though painful she's so numbed from the shock of her mutilation that the injuries don't seem to matter to her anymore.
History: Emora was born to a prominent Ruthian beastcrafting family known for producing some of the Holds most famous runnerbeasts. The eldest of two daughters she grew up as daddies little girl despite her mother constantly hassling her to act more like a lady in hopes of marrying her off into a good family and gaining more prestige for herself. Emora however had other plans and it wasn't long before she was apprenticed at the local beastcraft hall spending her time between learning about animals from her masters and business from her father. What she excelled at most though was not just breeding and caring for runners, but riding them. Emora's light weight and superior skill gave her an edge in the races allowing her to earn more then a few extra marks come gather time. Walking the halls early at the age of 17 she returned to her home at Ruath aiding her father with their craft and the selling of their runnerbeasts. Just before her 18th birthday she was searched by a brown dragon and his young rider while riding in one of the gather races. Excited at the prospect of having her own dragon and getting to soar through the skies Emora agreed and returned with him to High Reaches Weyr.
It wasn't long before eggs were laid on the sands and Emora stood waiting with a smile for them to hatch alongside the other candidates. And Hatch they did. The first egg cracked was a brilliantly colored green that browsed the candidates only to nose it's way over to Emora trying to decide between her and a second girl when another egg hatched. Shooting out from the shell was a second furious green that launched itself at it's sister only for the first bright green to side step sending the angry dragonet plowing into Emora who was used as a launching post for the angry green to lash out at her sibling leaving the young woman badly gashed and bleeding out on the sands. Eventually the angry green betweened leaving Emora to drop into a deep coma due to her injuries.
It was three weeks before Emora woke much to the relief of the healers. But the encounter had left it's vicious and ugly mark on the girl leaving the once beautiful woman scarred and mutilated. Perhaps out of kindness or cruelty Emora was transferred to Ista Weyr for a change of scenery knowing the other Weyr was pressed for candidates and hoping a new Weyr might ease some of Emora's physical and emotional injuries.
Talents: Vicious underhanded combat skills, trick riding, care and handling of runnerbeasts, lightning fast reflexes.
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