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Arrival into Weyr on page 2 of Farin's Journal.

Name: Araye
Username: Werewolf
Age: 15
Sex: Female
Height: 5'3"
Craft: None, although shows promise in healer or leatherworking.
Rank: Drudge
Family:
Mother; Alarna
Father; Unknown
Siblings; 16 various children, ranging from five (Tidor) to thirty (Farin)
Pets: n/a
Description:
Araye is a small, pale faced girl. Although previously she had been a remarkable show of beauty, a fateful fall removed her of her left eye, and scarred up her brow. After living at the Weyr for a couple of months, she stopped wearing the dark red hood over her face, and now covers her eye with a small slash of cloth to hide her lack of a left eye.
Personality:
Once a spoiled and obnoxious girl, any of Araye's previous vigor for life was removed by the loss of her eye and brow. She hides, and is afraid of most everyone. She dislikes conversation, although it is really the only one thing she craves.
History:
Araye was born as a middle child to kitchen drudge Alarna; One of many children the older woman has born to her. From an early age she showed a lot of promise in many different fields, and Alarna knew well to make sure any of them could be developed into a promising craft for the young girl.
Araye also was a pretty girl, something which her mother also look well to developing. Where as most of her children were born with thick curly blonde hair, Araye was born with soft and straight hair. Her skin was far more delicate then her own, and Alarna made sure to evade the girl from doing any hard work which would ruin the gentleness of her skin. Despite the girl's many apparent talents, Alarna saw that the best use of the girl was to be married. And with a face like hers, she was quite sure she could be married well, despite her familiar rank.
Araye as a child knew well she was spoiled. She took every chance to indulge in this haughty behavior. It made her an opposing force to many of the other hold girls, and rather like her sister before her, she made few friends. She was gifted with a beautiful voice, but her unwillingness to be placed in a chorus role rather then a lead made her impossible to work with.
Despite her large family, Araye grew up with only eleven children. Her mother made careful not to speak oftenly of her elder children, most of whom had grown up and married outside South Hold. She knew that one had become a Journeyman Smith in the main continent somewhere, because he occasionally sent back marks to Alarna to spend. Araye had assumed the smith was the oldest child in the family, until she heard about Farin.
Farin was the eldest child, and the only child Alarna made to never speaking much about. Araye hadn't even known about this older sister until she was five, when her mother had come down with an illness. The drum tower had sent for the greenrider out of courtesy- although courtesy was hardly how the dragonrider had shown up in.
Regardless, she saw few of the children that were older then her. And even fewer once she fell. She had been eleven at the time, running down the stairs in a furious chase after a boy who'd taken a book of hers. She tripped on the run of her dress, and fell downwards. She managed with quick reflexes to grab the railing. It was an act that might have saved her life, but it cost her face. The railing was decorated with a small gold leafing, and in style it spilled over the edges and wrapped around some decorative candles. Araye fell face first onto a sharp leafing. It punctured her left eye, and the top of her brow was gashed open. Her hands too received thick slices from grabbing taking the weight of the fall. After a healer visited, her left eye was removed and her hands were broken. When they finally healed, her fingers were left quite stiff and dumb.
Furious that fate had once again removed one of her daughters from her, Alarna attempted to reconcile Araye's previous behavior to harper hall. They wished nothing to do with her, and healer hall had no interest in such stiff hands. Because she'd never taught Araye how to work properly, she was all but useless at most everything. And with eleven other children still at home, she found it impossible to afford to take the girl on.
In a furious gesture, she decided to contact Farin about the matter (who took two months deciding on whether or not to show up.) Weyrs seemed to always rid the holds of women who'd amount to something, and Alarna saw no reason why Araye couldn't be taken by the Weyr instead of taking some more useful girl.
Farin, of course, furiously denied that the Weyr had any use for a useless girl. She couldn't even be searched- Moth was unable to read her thoughts when she blocked herself so reclusively from the world. Farin did finally decide to take the girl to hopefully be apprenticed as a Weyr healer, where slathering on numbweed was hardly a job for deft fingers. Although the greenrider was hardly pleased about it.
Araye dislikes the idea of having to leave home for the Weyr. But she also can't deny that there isn't much for her in the holds.
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Living the past few months in the Weyr, Araye now works as a cleaning/kitchen drudge for the Weyr.
Special:
Despite Araye's stiff hands, taking care of her own wounds has made her very empathic to other people's pain, and an expert at cleaning out wounds. Her hands make it impossible for her to do any careful medical work, but she can easily bandage and put pain killers on wounds.
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(Yea. I apologize for it.)

Journal thread (being set up)

Approved: Approved

Name: Carella
Age: 17
Sex: female
Height: 5'6"
Craft:

- main: tanner
- mild interest: healing

Rank: Journeywoman
Family:

- Mother: Selvie
- Father: Brallen
- Younger brother: Yufas
- Older brother: Marlen
- Twin Sister: Miru

Pets: Perhaps she'll have the chance to impress a firelizard one day.

Description: Carella has been blessed with a slim and rather feminine figure, a picture of delightful beauty to gaze upon. Her honey coloured hair is somewhat untameable, great waves of naturally highlighted hair, which is often tied back with a strip of cloth. Her large green eyes are what is most captivating about her, and are extremely expressive.
Her clothing is often modest, reflecting the selfless life she has led and continues to carry out, usually seen dressed in white, she makes sure to keep a neat and professional appearance at all times. She also dresses so that she can travel unnoticed by others and simply pass by without gaining a single glance. She is however often seen in clothes weaved with the colour green, and her lucky headscarf is also the perfect colour to match her eyes.

Personality: Carella is a very timid and modest young girl, not liking to be the center of attention, but rather to lurk in the shadows and watch from afar. She is very easily embarrassed by compliments on work and her looks, and usually has no idea how to answer them.
She prefers the company of women, especially ones of her craft who can teach her even more about healing and tanning.
Her heart is tender and she is easily hurt by rude comments or glares by others who may be jealous of either talent or looks. This often leads her to be rather emotional, and it doesn't take her long to be in floods of tears if she feels she has done something wrong.
She also doesn't take well to jokes and sarcasm, even gentle teasing gets her upset because she takes it so literally, without realising people aren't meaning her any harm. Because of this the women and men she keeps in company of should always be careful of what they say, having to be extra sensitive.
Yet amongst the tenderness and sensitive feelings lies a rebellious young woman desperate to get out, and at times she feels most comfortable will often become quite bossy and outgoing. This can surprise others who have not seen this side of her, but in time the timid and shy girl people have come to recognise as Carella will begin to fade away.

History: Carella was the second eldest of a rather small family, born as the oldest twin of two girls. Yet even though the two were twins they could not be more different, both of them varying in personality to such a degree that most people would never guess they had been related. She grew up in a small northern hold and grew up into a family of tanners. Her father was keen on his two sons learning the craft, especially the eldest boy, but his thoughts of teaching the craft to his daughters never crossed his mind.
So when everyone was sleeping, Carella took it upon herself to teach herself the craft from what little she had seen of her father and brothers when they worked.
It wasn't long before she was doing a rather good job and she became content with this secret learning while she continued her other duties.
This however, did not last very long before she was caught, but rather than being scolded - as she was sure she would have - her father was extremely impressed with her work and instantly began to teach her about the craft.
After a while Carella began to do less and less cooking and cleaning and instead began to help her father with his work. It seemed as if her whole life had taken on a different meaning and that finally she was doing something worthwhile.
Not long after, her older brother Marlen moved away to extend his knowledge of the craft so that when he returned he could continue his father's work, and her twin sister Miru married into a fine family at the age of 16.
It was in this very same year that Yufas became severely injured, becoming fully blind in one of his eyes and Carella gave up her craft in order to care for him with the aid of her mother. It was during these few months that she learned her second interest: healing. She spent sleepless nights reading up on the different herbs and learning the basics from her mother.
When she was not tending to her brother she was often sleeping or working on a new piece of hide and just before her 17th birthday she received her Journeyman's knots.
Overjoyed with this she quickly gained more confidence and her father once again took it upon himself to try and teach her all other necessary skills.
It was during this time that they heard the terrible occurrences at Rias Weyr and although her father was not inclined to send any of his children there, they decided that perhaps it was necessary for such a talented young girl to be sent as a replacement tanner. It was a fact that dragon riders were always in need for leather for flying gear, and the offer would surely be welcomed.
So word was sent to the Weyr whilst a nervous Carella awaited for confirmation.

Special:

- Carella is quite skilled with needle and thread, loving to do embroidery on hide to make them look even more elegant, this is something she mainly does for fun.

- She has incredible stamina, being able to go for days without a good night sleep and still able to run around for others with food, medical supplies and news.

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Approved: Approved

Name: Janista
Age: 15
Sex: Female
Height: 5'8"
Craft: None yet, though she has an interest in the Smith craft
Rank: None
Family:

Father, Janel - age 51
Mother, Trista - deceased
Brother, Ristel - age 22

Pets: Del, blue firelizard

Description: Tall and wiry, with her black hair cut short and relatively baggy clothes, Janista is still occasionally mistaken for a young boy by those who don't know her. The boys would be foolish to tease her about this, though, since her upper arm strength is perfectly suited for punching any fool who attempts to insult her or her family. Her dark brown eyes observe the world keenly.

Personality: Constantly trying to prove herself equal to the Weyrbrat boys around her has given her a cynical attitude about the opposite sex, though she would much rather act like them than most of her female counterparts. Ever the tomboy, Janista absolutely refuses to wear dresses unless forced into it by her father and brother. Like most young Pernese, she has a secret dream to be a dragonrider, just as long as she doesn't Impress a gold dragon, since the thought of her being Weyrwoman or ruler of anything frightens Janista greatly.

History: Her mother suffered from bad health from the time Janista was two until she died when Janista was five. Consequently, Janista does not remember anything about her mother, and indeed she had no real female rolemodel at all as she was growing up. Her father and brother did the best they could to look after her, though her brother moved away from the family to pursue an apprenticeship in the Smithcraft. Janista developed a close relationship with her father

Special: Janista is excellent using a hammer, a skill she learned from Ristel one year when he made a surprise visit for a gather. She also is fast at running.

Approved: Approved

Name: Ite
Age: 19 turns
Sex: Male
Height: 5'8"
Craft: Tanner
Rank: Journeyman
Family:
Mother, travels and does..stuff. Not really sure where she is.She stops by on him once in a while.
Father: never met him, assumed dead.
Pets: (none)

Description: Tall with almond skin, and dark brown eyes. Has a muscular build, lithe body. He has dark black hair that is slicked back. He usually wears a tattered long weyr hide vest..thing, that reaches all the way to his ankles. Underneath it is ratty white long sleeved shirt. He has dark eyebrows that he often peers from behind when something amuses him.

Personality: He has a great sense of humor (even though, sometimes it's just odd ), and appreciates the irony in life. He doesn't take to being ordered around, but is highly flexible. If someone insists on him doing something that he feels he doesn't want to do, he'll most likely only nod his head and say, "I understand completly" What he DOESN'T tell you is that he understands you're a fool who should be ignored, and goes on his way.
Although gruff and snarlish with his family, he loves them dearly, it's just the way his family is.

History: Raised by his mother, he began working at a young age. His mother always strived to make him an independent thinker, to be unorthodox and to apperciate things that others cannot. His mother is quite unorthodox herself, he's yet to figure out if she's a philosophying genius, or just plain crazy.

Special: Ite's quite good with animals, and befriends them easily..even though..he..uses their skins for for his..work. He even seems to have empathic characteristics.

Journal Link: (none)

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Approved: APPROVED

Name: Kylandra (<_< Of course, she's never told anyone her full name. She goes by Kyra.)
Age: 17 Turns.
Sex: Female
Height: 5'7
Craft: Beastcraft
Rank: Apprentice
Family:
Mother: Kinta
Father: Yuraln
Siblings: Leralt (9), Benyan (7), Kintaln (5), Yinale (3), Jolaeri (1)
Cousins: Keira (19), Keselten (17)
Pets: None
Description: Kyra's what one would expect to look like for a normal hold-bred girl. Her hair is tainted with brown strands, the base color being a dull gold-color, seeing as she spends so much time outside that her hair is almost always dirty. But, if it were to be clean, or if you managed to see it clean, it would have a nice sheen to it. Her skin is a nice medium-tanned color, and her eyes are a soft chocolate color. It's where her flaws come. Her eyes seem unable to hide any emotion, anger, sorrow, happiness. All of them are clearly seen when they are felt. She is of a decent build, not entirely skinny, with some fat on her, but not overweight. Skipping chores is a lot of work... you know.
Personality: Kyra's a girl who shows her feelings, when she feels them, and when she wants to show them. It's as if she isn't afraid to express herself, and if you're not alright with that, then you should consider leaving Kyra alone. She used to be a nice, rounded out girl, kind, but moody, sweet, but harsh. Though, that's changed on account of recent events, and she's known to be just a bit moody. She tends to avoid people, and you can usually find her sitting alone, day dreaming. What she dreams about is her own business, though it's probably not anything like a girl her age should be thinking about, such as marrying.
History: Kyra was the oldest out of six, and so, most responsibility was put on her shoulders. In fact, she was considerably older then the rest of her siblings, and so she did get the more difficult of chores. Perhaps that was why, in the future, she'd make skipping chores an art. It is something she can test her mind with. 'Can I escape from the Headcook? Will I get away?' These were questions she'd ask herself, and usually she could find a decent answer to all of her questions. That's why the people in her hold dislike the girl just a little bit. They believe her to be lazy, which Kyra lets them do.

Of course, there is always that one person you can trust. For Kyra, it was Valyn, a boy two turns younger then her, and interested in the beastcraft as well. It was nearly impossible to seperate the two, and sometimes Kyra could manage to drag one of the best behaved children into some trouble. It was good fun. Well, it was until Valyn decided to get himself a watchwher. Little blue Valysk was the one he bonded to, and very soon there was no time for play. Their friendship was driven apart by duties, and that is why Kyra has become so resilient to them.

So, she returned to the normal life of a holdgirl. Chores, chores, and more chores. Of course, you can cut down Kyra's chores by two, seeing as she skips most of them. In fact, the division of her friendship caused her to skip chores more, and turn to the beastcraft. She adored working with the creatures of Pern, seeing as they could not talk back to you, but you always got the feeling that they understood your feelings. Kyra felt as if those were her friends, the ones who listened to her.
Special: She has the unusual talent of being able to skip chores. (Of course, if that's considered a special talent.)

Journal Link: None xP
Picture: If I was ever able to find a picture that matched Kyra, I'd be amazed. o_o;

Approved: (Leave blank until approved)

Name: Luaralane
Age: 16
Sex: Female
Height: 5'2"
Craft: Minor healer child watcher
Rank: Canidate
Family:
Mother who is a healer byt eh calling of Laerine
Father is a Harper by the calling of Kirstin. Both are journeymen.

Apperance:
She is a small girl her figure neither lithe or willowy. She has a mass of long curly red hair. Her eyes are almond shaped and tilted slightly up at the edges. Her eyes are also the color of spring grass. The one thing lauralane hates the most about herself though is that her lips are small like a rosebuds and her mass of freckles over her delicate nose and high cheek bones. She usually wears tan jerkins and leather vests. With her red hair tied up in a woven brain untop her head.
((the machine didnt have braided hair so this is the best I can do.))

Your character cannot talk to dragons. Sorry, but HAD characters are avaliable only through special circumstances. Dragons may talk to her of their own free will, but not many dragons talk to anyone but thier rider, letalone nonriders. Alter that and proofread for spelling and grammar please ^_^

Personality: She is a wonderful girl with a wonderful personality. She at times though can seem rough around the edges when her parents are mentioned. Her biggest fear is losing the ones she loves. She at times can be over protective of the children she watches over, sometimes to the point of foolishness. She loves all creatures big or small and loves to fix them up if they are hurt. She has a motherly instinct that goes very deep and loves children as much as she does animals. She also has a love for music and knows how to play the flute and even make her own reed flute

History: Luaralane is the daughter of a healer and a Harper. Her mother was laerine a healer of dragons. She is the one that gave luaralane her love of animals and children and her lore on medicine. Luaralane's father was a journeymen Harper of the name Kirstin. He gave his daughter her love of all music and taught her how to make a flute. He also taught her how to play the instrument he taught her to make. Both her parents are still living and she peacefully works her time as one of the holds youngster watchers.
Special: She is unusually connected to animals. She can lift objects no less then her own weight.

Approved: Approved, though depending on when Nestren, was taken to Rias Weyr he might have already taken up a craft. More than likely though he would have at least started in something.

Alright, that sounds fine. *nods* Happy RPing!

EDIT: Nestren has a strong interest in cooking. Is kitchen drudge the appropriate term, for I do not think that he would have to worry about herding or working the fields at the Weyr. If this doesn't work out, I can select an actual craft for him.

Name: Nestren
Age: 14 turns
Sex: male
Height: 4'11"
Craft: Interested in cooking
Rank: kithcen drudge/errand boy, candidate
Family: Swakeal (father-minor holder outside of Rias)
Neteria (mother)
Ryalen (older brother)/Taleani (older sister)/Walaen (younger brother)/Kellae(younger sister)/Nelawa(younger sister)

Pets: A runt of a herd dog named Scruff. It is a dirty yellow-brown with laughing gold eyes and a lean look to him, like he never has enough to eat.

Description:Nestren is the second-born son and third-born child of Minor holder Swakeal and his woman, Neteria. When you look at him, you wonder if he is wide enough to cast a shadow, being very lean. Though he eats like a new-born dragon, it is obvious that Nestren's engery level keeps from anything sticking to his bones. His complexion is one that is very tan from working the fields and helping take care of the herd beasts; his tanned face is sprinkled with darker freckles. Finding a mint that leaves his breath fresh, he has also realized it helps to keep the teeth white as well, so his smile is a bright one when given. Not only that, but his eyes are the colors of new shoots just broken through the ground. Never one for fancy clothes or anything to make a fuss about, Nestren wears a loose pair of leather pants and an open light brown vest. He feet are often bare, though he does own a pair of sandals. Around his wrists there are leather strings which he has learned to use when in a tight pinch. The hair on his head is short and spiky, a very light brown that goes to a lighter blonde during the summer months.

Personality: Nestren has never minded the fact that he has come from a small hold or a large family. He is quick to smile and even quicker to make a person smile when they are down and out. He loves his family dearly and has been in more than one scrap defending his siblings. Taking a liking to the outdoors, his father allowed him to help in the gardens and with the herd beasts. While in the gardens, Nestren took an interest in the different plants that went in his food and now would like to learn his way around the kitchens. He can be very focused and it is hard to pull him away from whatever he is interested in; likewise, once his mind is set on something, it is hard for him to change gears. Nestren will always see a project through, no matter how long it takes. As thin as he is, he does not mind the way his is ribbed-though he does hope to gain some meat on his bones as he grows older. It may seem like this young man may have nothing but a sunny personality, but no one is perfect. He hates to see violence and he hates the way Thread has a hold on the inhabitants of Pern. Deep down, he is almost desparate to Impress a dragon so that he may ease the worries of those not under the established holds.

History: There is not much to tell for one only fourteen turns. Nestren's history is one that is painted prettily. He was the third-born child and as soon as he had his legs under him, he was expected to find ways to help out in the hold. Quickly finding a niche in the gardens and also with the herdbeasts, Nestren would volunteer for any job that allowed him to be outside. Being a proud and protective older brother, he has gotten into his share of scraps to help out his younger siblings. However, one day a dragonrider stopped at the hold to rest for the night. Curiousity won out and Nestren ended up questioning the rider for most of the night about the weyr. The next morning, Nestren decided that would be the place for him. Speaking to his mother and father about it, they agreed to let him go...not really worried about missing his help. When the next group of traders came through, Nestren hopped on board and made his way to Rias Weyr. He arrived shortly before his fourteenth birthing day and has taken a deep interest in cooking. Once there, he bugged the Headwoman, Cidrey, to allow him to be her errand boy. In fact, he bugged her everyday for severl sevendays before she finally gave in. Since then, he has been off and running...literally. When not helping to feed the Weyr's inhabitants, he is experimenting with ways to make different dishes. Though, now that there are to be Eggs for Impression, Nestren has started hanging out in the Candidates rooms and near the sands.

Special: Nestren has learned the art of seasoning food and making pastries. He even has a small garden where he grows his own seasons so that everything will be fresh. The youth can also make friends with the most interesting beasts, really having no fear or any creature of Pern...just awe and wonder.

Journal Link: Hopefully coming soon
Picture: none, would not mind paying for a decent pic...

Approved: Approved


Name: Remia
Age: 16
Sex: Female
Height: 5''5"
Craft: Weaver, but has an interest in tanning
Rank: Apprentice, candidate
Family:

• Hegrin (Father, a Master at the Weaverhall)
  
• Kaia (Mother, Master at the Weaverhall)
  
• Mimian (Older sister, Journeyman weaver, assigned to Rias Hold)
  
• Tendor (Older brother, Journeyman tanner)

Pets: none, but dreams of a fire lizard
Description: About average everything, actually. Average height, average weight, average looks... except for her eyes, which always seem to hold a private joke with the world at large. She dresses mostly in light colors, loose and flowing. Her hair is a medium brown color, mid back length, wavy, and she keeps it up either in a pair of braids, or with a kerchief over her head to keep it from falling in her face.
Personality: Good natured, amiable and ready to laugh, Remia seems to be a bit of a pushover, willing to do what everyone else wants. But she does have steel under her soft exterior, and if you offend her (difficult as it may be) she doesn''t forgive it easily.
History: She grew up in the Weaverhall, surrounded by dyes, wool, needles and thread, and her parents, of course, tried to keep all their kids in the family Craft. But when Remia was five or so, her brother announced that he was going to go to the Tannerhall to be apprenticed there. Her parents were upset, but gave it up after a lost cause after a few months of back and forth.

Finally, Tendor left for the Tanners, and her father exclaimed that "He''llbe back, by the Egg! The Weavercraft is in his blood!" Too bad it didn''t happen. Remia adored her older brother, followed him around everywhere, and was his ''little flit''. When he left, she was heartbroken, and because it was her brother''s interest, she tried to learn as much about the Tanners as possible when he came home for visits.

The years went by, and she was Apprenticed at the Weavercraft, but she still holds an interest in the Tanners due to her brother. She was found on a Search not too long ago, and her Father was once again displeased about one of his children being ''lured'' away from the Weavercraft, though he takes it with good enough grace.

Remia doesn''t mind being at the Weyr, even if it is nothing like the Crafthall. It''s made more bearable for her due to the fact that her sister Mimian is assigned to Rias Hold, so they can visit quite often.

Her brother, working under one of the Masters in the main Tannerhall, now makes sure that the best of the leather goes to the Weyr in the tithe, like it''s supposed to, instead of a largish portion of it being held back for greater profit.
Special: She''s great with kids, and is an all around easy person to get along with. She does have a fear of deep water, never having much chance to swim in anything deeper than bathtub as a kid.
Journal Link: N/A
Picture: (will possibly get around to drawing one. O.o; )