Name: Haizea
Age: 17 [Now 21 as of 8/11/21 - Running with the idea that day/month posted is her bday. So, 01.27.3556 would be her official nameday, I believe.]
Sex: Female
Sexual Orientation: Homoflexible - Prefers ladies, but comfortable enough with menfolk that if a dudely hookup happens she isn't going to cry herself to sleep at night over an identity crisis. (Effectively, bi with a female preference)
Craft: Starcraft - Meteorologist/Navigator interest [Former Holdbrat]
Rank: Apprentice
Location: Western, formerly Landing
Physical Description: Haizea is a short and stout young lady, standing in at five foot one with a solid build, sporting enough pudge to drift into chubby territory. She's always active so under the layer of padding is some decently solid muscles (not enough for any serious definition), especially in her legs and core, mostly from running around, hauling equipment and books, and nowadays, chores. Haizea seems to exude warmth, from her warm brown skin, to her bright blue eyes, to her wildly curly, long dark honey blonde hair. As much as she loves color and pattern, her clothing tends towards the practical and easy to move in over anything especially ornate or complicated. She doesn't tend to shy away from interesting cuts and flattering silhouettes.
Personality: Bright and attentive, with all of the energy she seems to carry, Haizea possesses an eager mind and a laser focus. When pursuing a task or subject of interest, she'll devour any crumb of information she can find on the subject. A ready pupil, she had no issue studying the tomes and skies as she delved into her interests of navigation and meteorology. She enjoys challenging herself with puzzles and trying new hobbies at least once to see what if anything sticks. Haizea will keep after whatever she's pursuing until she has exhausted her resources, or herself in her pursuit.
She appears to have nigh limitless energy bubbling just under the surface. She can appear perfectly serene, but within a moment be up and running a mile a minute. She is eager to participate in classes, doesn't mind chores too much, loves to swim, climb, dance, and just keep active. Ready with a smile and a laugh, she'll drag along friends or amiable acquaintances if they're down for tagging along. Adventure really is better when shared after all! Haizea cares deeply for those who find their way into her heart and will go above and beyond for them. Need help finishing a task? On it! Need a wingwoman to help sing your praises to someone you're crushing on? Consider it done! But, no, seriously? Do you want her to go talk to them? Recon! Besides, she enjoys stretching her flirty muscles from time to time. Feeling sick? She'll make sure to grab any homework and notes you may need, plus maybe a bubbly pie for a little pick-you-up. Welcoming of making new friends and acquaintances, pretty much the only time she won't give someone at least polite civility is someone who just refuses to act remotely politely or civilly. Those who are unwilling to even consider reforming don't have a space in her life.
Haizea is bit of an adrenaline junkie, especially when it comes to weather. (In our world, she'd definitely be a storm chaser if given the chance.) She revels in watching powerful weather unfold in its full might and majesty. Did you see how that lightning spread across the ENTIRE sky?! Wasn't it awesome?! This is some crazy wind, huh? The rain is blowing sideways! Feel how heavy and huge those drops are! Wild, right? Look at the size of those waves! Whoa! Coming in drenched and just buzzing with excitement is something she loves, even if it means sneaking out if she has to. She isn't one to shy away from such elements. Heck, a good bit of the idea of her particular training was to maybe help navigate folks around in such weather, or finding those lost out in such conditions, or keeping an eye on storms to give folks enough time to get someplace safe.
She hasn't said if she had learned this trait from someone or someplace or if it's something she's taken upon herself, but she's the sort to forgive but not forget. She'll rank offenses and keep a tally of how many there have been. Oooor, she'll punch the offender, with or without warning, depending on how steamed she is, and the tally will be reset, wiping the proverbial slate clean. She tends to be more patient or willing to let slights against her slide, but if someone truly upsets those near and dear? They might find themselves watching as a fuming spitfire marches up to them to ready to come to blows. She is certainly capable of using her words, but it feels so much better to act sometimes. (Of course, the scrappiness might also, in part, stem from the thrill seeker part of her personality.) When/if her penchant for occasional throwing of punches gets her in trouble, she graciously accepts whatever punishment she may be given. She did what she needed to do at the time and she'll answer for her actions. Simple as that.
While she is quite open, Haizea also can deal in absolutes. There are those who fall into the category of me and mine, good friends and acquaintances, folks who treat others well, classmates, etc, and Other, which are folks who seem adamant about having nothing to do with anyone. Folks unwilling to help others, active aggressors, the unrepentant rude and uncivil, she could go on. Once she's sorted someone into the Other category, they'll be hard pressed to change her mind unless they really sell their point and prove to her that they have indeed warranted a shift on her lists.
History: It seemed from early on she was fated to be a Holdbrat. The result of a brief romance between a passing caravaneer, her father, and her mother, whom kept profoundly busy as she had worked her way up to being a Ship Captain, after being weaned, Haizea was put into care so that she might have some stability. She knew who her parents were, her mother would regularly visit and spend some time with her when in port, even occasionally bringing some little trinket from elsewhere, or sometimes oceanic treasures of pretty shells or frosted glass, worn smooth by the action of the waves themselves. Best of all were the stories, of course! The girl ate them up! She didn't actually meet her father until she was almost five, but she was super pleased to meet him. He was tickled at her enthusiasm and too began sharing stories of his travels, of the places he'd been, of the people he'd met. Once in a great while, he'd sometimes send her a small gift around her birthday, but not routinely enough to actively look for them or be crushed if they didn't show up on time...or at all. Haizea was perfectly aware of how full and busy her parents lives were. That was okay. She had a lot going on for her too! There were classes, homework, friends to play with, and, when she began to come of age for considering a craft, deciding what interested her, what to pursue. It had taken her some considering, but the girl felt drawn to the Starcraft. By going into that, she could gain skills that could help out people in the lines of work that both of her parents had. She got to live in the Hall, which was convenient for not having to go far to do her homework and studies, but it also meant she had a little bit more wiggle room to explore and get to know the folks in and around the Starcraft Hall. It was during this time she had made friends with a handful of Aunties and Uncles of the Hold. They taught her some tips and tricks for sewing, which she kept as a casual hobby, or some time practical application whenever she may need to repair her clothes.
A few turns went on and around the age of twelve, she began to focus in on her particular interests of her chosen Craft with a good bit of basics providing a base to build from. Having always had a degree of freedom, the independent teen dove headlong in her studies with an eye toward walking-the-tables when she was old enough. Her mother encouraged her drive. A couple more turns go on and, now fifteen, she can see clearly the steps she needed to take to achieve her goal. She hasn't seen or heard from her dad in a number of turns, but doesn't mind too much. She's got plenty of family around her! The Aunties who let her sew with them, her mother when she's not on the water, her Hall friends, Holdbrat companions, and so on. One particular and fateful day, returning to the Hall after a candlemark or two spent with her Old Lady Friends, a quartet of dragonriders had arrived. Two were apparently newly stationed watchriders, which was neat, but what surprised her were the two Search riders tagging along with them. Such a commotion...She had to see what was up! Haizea stashed her newly finished project in her little satchel and wove her way through the bustling gathering. A big brown and lithe green and their riders were there to stay for a while it seemed. The Searching pairs, a blue and a green, seemed to be skimming the crowd while their riders chatted with those near the front. One of her Old Lady Friends happened to be wandering over to see what the hubbub was about herself. Haizea flagged her attention over and helped her through the crowd so she could get a really good look at the dragons, brought her right up front. A few pleasantries were exchanged with the riders before the worn out Auntie asked for a hand out of the crowd. All too happy to help, Haizea offered an arm and began to make her way off toward a break in the crowd. Before getting too far, one of the riders called after them and requested that when she was free, could she come back for a word. 'Weird, huh. Okay,' Haizea had thought. Maybe they had an errand that needed running? It didn't even enter her mind that she had been pinged for their Search. She hadn't ever fantasized over being a dragon rider or anything. Don't get her wrong, it looked like seriously amazing and hard work from what she understood, and there was no doubting dragons were awesome creatures. However, her eyes were on a closer prize. After all, she only needed a couple of more turns of work and study before being able to Walk. Upon returning, the crowd had thinned some, and Haizea was just gobsmacked at being invited to come be a candidate. What? What?! This wasn't something that just happened! No way! She had laughed, at first, before asking 'But, no, seriously, do you need something?' It had taken a little convincing that the offer was legit, that they weren't pulling her leg. Well, her mother was at sea. She fidgeted a bit, shifting her weight from foot to foot almost as if she were debating on running. There wouldn't be any harm in giving it a go, she supposed. If she had a partner somewhere down the line, then that'd certainly be something different! If it wasn't to be, it wouldn't take too much catch up to become a Journeyman as she had been planning! Why not? It was an opportunity to travel, see new places, meet new people. She'd have her own stories to share. With it decided, she packed up what life of hers she could carry and tagged along to her new home, Western Weyr.
The new workload wasn't so different from what she was used to. She fell into a routine of sorts, started building new social circles, and so on and so forth. A bit over a turn of having become a resident of the Weyr, the return of Thread had brought on a whole other sense of urgency to maybe becoming a rider one day. Sure, she was still very much interested in the Craft she had studied under, but people were in desperate need of the sort of security and protection that dragonriders could provide. She worried about her folks, more so her mom than her far ranging, distant father. It had taken a few months before she had heard news. Her mother had been on the way home when it had first struck. She hadn't made it. It broke her heart. Haizea soldiers on for her memory. Still no clue about her dad, but he doesn't linger in her thoughts too much. If it is in the stars that she does have a dragon somewhere in the future, she'll strive to do everything she is able to honor the memory and support of her mother and everyone who has backed her.
Other: Haizea tends to repair, adjust her own clothing as needed, having grown comfortable doing so after befriending a few Aunties and Uncles back in Landing who were either self-sufficient and confident enough to do it on their own, or were former Weavercrafters. She never really asked. She simply had fun learning from them. Once in a blue moon, she may decide to embellish some garment of hers, but never anything too crazy, maybe just a little design along the hem or if she's feeling frivolous, tassel or bell something for a partying type of occasion. A couple of the friends she had of her own age in Landing used to joke about all of her Old Lady Friends, but Haizea wouldn't trade a single one of them.
Candidate Specific Questions
Do you want them to have an official Search RP? Not necessary
Do you understand they will age every passing year regardless if you're there to RP the or not? Yes
Do you want them to have a possible Stands Impression? No
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