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Approved: approved

Name: Orana
Age: 17
Sex: Female
Height: 6'2
Craft: Smith
Rank: Journeywoman
Family: None they died early in her life.
Pets: Fire lizards-- Queen-Malathan, Brone-Ithean

Description: Orana Sky blue eyes fair skin and Wavy dark brown hair about to her shoulders in length. She is tall and has a good muscular form even though she looks thin. She wears brown leather boots that go over her knees. Blue Jean like pants that her boots mostly cover. She also has leather brown gloves that go up to her elbow. She wears a brown leather belt as well with pouches for her tools. She wears a light blue shirt covered in a light brown leather jacket. The Jacket has no arms and She has a long white scarf she wears.

Personality: Orana is a kind and caring person who enjoys helping people with things when she isnt making something. Orana is also quite thick headed when she wants to be. She wont quit something once she has started, Nothing anyone can say or do will bother her. She is very proud of her work and herself. Insulting something she is incredibly proud about will bring her wrath upon you. She is loyal to all her friends and the Wyer itself...She does not take insults to friend's lightly. She is Very brave when the time calls for it. She lives by her heart, strong mind.

History: Orana was born by Rutha Hold Orana?s parents died when she was a young child, about 4 turns old. She had an adoptive father. Her adoptive father was a Master Smith. He taught Orana for a while till he came to an Illness and died. She was only 7 turns old her father taught her the craft of a smith for 3 turns. She set out with a few tools, supplies and such. She wandered throughout Pern alone for about 3 more turns. She was wandering down south until she found a firelizard clutch. The lizard eggs began to hatch and two stayed with her as she had impressed them, a gold queen and a Bronze. Orana found herself wandering the southern contienent, Orana continued south until she found the Rias Wyer. There She settled down as a smith forging flamethrowers and such things to her Craft. She has lives here for quite some time and is now 17 turns.

Special: Recently Orana had impressed two fire lizards after she found a clutch Ithean and Malathan. She hopes to impress a gold or brown dragon(or just a dragon in general) in the clutching of the Queen...

Journal Link: None yet.
Picture:
She is missing her scarf and her skin is fair but this is she. Thanks so Much Shiz for drawing this!!
Another picture, Drawn by Myself. I Wish I could draw well xd
http://img299.imageshack.us/img299/811/orana1vv.jpg

Approved: Approved, but I think she'd more likely be a Journeyman than an apprentice at her age.
-Duly noted and fixed

Name: Karael

Age: 20 Turns

Sex: Female

Height: 4'10"

Craft: Beastcraft, runner handler

Rank: Journeyman

Family:
Kendon- father, deceased
Rivael- mother, deceased
Rinvol- eldest brother, journeyman herdsman, eight years Karael's senior, twin to Kandol
Kandol- second eldest brother, also journeyman herdsman, eight years Karael's senior, twin to Rinvol
R'don- third eldest brother, four years Karael's senior, bluerider
Kivon- youngest brother, four year Karael's junior, apprentice to Rinvol

Pets: none

Description: The best way to describe Karael is tiny. She is exceedingly short and thin, her body sporting all muscle and bone with little room for fat of any kind. Her skin is tanned and tough from the amount of time she spends outside in the sun. She couldn't really be described as beautiful. She has a prominent chin, high cheekbones, and eyes that seem to permanently squint as though she were looking into the sun. The skin on her hands is rather tough, and her nails are trimmed short to keep them from splitting. Her hair is the only thing that marks her as noticeably female at first glance. Despite the sunshine and dust, her dark brown hair is remarkably smooth and trails down to about her waist when loose, though it is usually braided nicely and coiled up at the base of her neck to keep it out of the way. Her eyes are perhaps her most startling feature. They are pale blue in color and almost seem to jump from her tanned and weatherbeaten face. Working outdoors has its disadvantages, and her lower legs are marked by scars from plants or rocks that have slit into her skin on occasion. Her back and stomach have corresponding circular scars where she once fell upon a fence post. A dark scar runs from the inside corner of her left eye down a curving path to the left side of her chin, a relic from being hit in the face with an errant whiplash. Her voice is rather deep for her gender and small size, a point which made her the butt of many jokes from her brothers. She can most often be found dressed in tough boots for working outside and a beige tunic and pants.

Personality: Karael is well-mannered and respectful in general. She can come off as gruff or stern in speech and action, but she means well, despite what the tone of her voice might bespeak. She has a calm, steady, and fairly easygoing personality, a boon to her and the rest of the hold as she can calm the most fractious of beasts, whether it be runner, herdbeast, or even a nervous human. She takes her work seriously, though, and is quite protective of the animals that she cares for. She prefers their company over that of humans and will often sneak away from Gather feasts and celebrations in order to sit out in the fields with a grazing herd of beasts. On the other hand, her temper is like that of a dormant volcano: the longer it stew silently and waits, the more forcefully it explodes. She can and will fly into a rage if someone needlessly endangers themself or others, whether the ones in peril be animal or human. Often times, she will say and do things that she comes to regret later. Thankfully, though, it takes something quite serious to set her off. She'll hold a grudge for an eternity afterward, but she won't explode again for quite some time.

History: Rivael and Kendon lived in a fairly good-sized Beasthold near Keroon, Kendon being the masterherdsman of the Hold and also the foremost expert and trainer of the hold's fine stock of runnerbeasts. After having three fine sons, Rivael was hoping and praying for a beautiful and graceful daughter to help put the family back into a gender-balance. Doting husband that he was, Kendon would not have minded a daughter to spoil either. A few Turns after Ravon's birth, Rivael became pregnant for a third time and managed to carry her baby for seven long months. Disaster struck then. Rivael slipped at the top of the stairs leading up to the Hold's walls, and she tumbled all the way to the bottom. She survived her fall but was forced into premature labor. She labored and cried through the day and following night, fearing she had miscarried. Instead, a daughter was born, and despite being so premature and small, the little girl was hardy enough to give her parents a reproachful sort of look and a loud cry the minute she was placed in her mother's arms, a sort of disgruntled response to having been so forced into the world. Her father was delighted, and her mother promptly named her Karael.

Much to her mother's dismay, Karael did not grow up to be the beautiful, proper little girl that Rivael had hoped and prayed for. Well-mannered and polite, she was, but feminine, she was not. As soon as she could walk, she spent much of her time tagging after her older brothers, imitating them as they learned to ride the quick and hardy runnerbeasts. When she was four Turns old, her mother gave birth to another son, naming him Kivon. Rivael died not long afterward. She had never quite recovered from her ordeal with Karael's birth. Kivon and Karael were inseparable as they grew, and when Karael began riding out to help herd the beasts in the pasture at the age of ten, six-Turn-old Kivon was sitting behind her in the saddle, clinging quite happily to his olders sister.

Life progressed happily on for several Turns. Karael learned the hints, tips, and tricks of breeding the herdbeasts, and she grew quite fond of the creatures, despite their apparent lack of intelligence. Her father often laughingly joked that she was more beast-minded than human. She skipped nearly every major celebration and feast to spend time out with the runners and herdbeasts. Kivon followed her, of course. He followed his sister nearly everywhere. Karael had just turned seventeen, and Kendon was speaking of a possible apprenticeship of her to another masterherdsman when the family's world was turned upside down again by the loss of the second parent. Kendon was taking a young runnerbeast out for exercise. The colt had been skittish all morning, and at the touch of Kendon's heels to his sides, he bolted. It didn't take long before the clumsy young thing tripped and fell forward, throwing Kendon over his head and onto the ground, much to the horror of Karael who was watching. The runner then rolled over the man once before struggling to his feet and bolting off again. Kendon was dead long before Karael ever reached him.

Furious at the world and the loss of the parent that had influenced her so much, Karael packed and left with the next tithing train that passed through, leaving a heartbroken Kivon to be apprenticed to their eldest brother, Rinvol, the new masterherdsman of the hold. She wandered from hold to hold over the next three Turns, eventually settling herself down close to one at Rias Weyr. She became an official apprentice and worked her way towards becoming a journeyman in the craft. The next tithing train to go out needed a few herdsmen to accompany it, so she went with the others on her master's command to bring a herd of beasts to the weyr to feed the dragons. At the weyr, she became rather interested by the goings-on and made a request to stay for a short while, quietly interested in the massive winged beasts that called the weyr home.

Special: Besides the rapport she can form easily with the beasts after long Turns of working with them, Karael has only a few other real talents. Her tiny, nimble fingers are excellent for working small, tricky objects such as undoing knots in ropes.

Journal Link: Working on it
Picture: none yet... working on that as well

Approved: approved

Name: Audris
Age: 17 turns
Sex: Female
Height: 5"5
Craft: Healer
Rank: Apprentice - Healer Hall, Candidate
Family:
Chantel - Mother - Journeywoman Healer
Svengali - Father - Journeyman Healer
Pets:n/a

Description: Tall and slender with nymphatic allure, Audris's looks reflect the high-class of her lineage. Her ebon tresses have been sheared off at chin's length, freeing Audris from having to constantly brush her hair out of her face. Her gaze is that of a leaden gray, causing her to look sullen whenever she's deep in thought. Audris's complexion has turned to that of tanned leather from years of working laboriously, wishing to harvest her own herbs for her craft.

Personality: Although lissome and beauteous, Audris has worked hard to shy away from the notion that she's simply the daughter of two Journeyman/woman healers on their way to walking the tables. Dedicated to her craft, Audris has toiled since a young age, forraging through the Hall's encroaching forests and fields, picking her own herbs and roots. Thought to be conceited because of her quiet disposition and her prestigious heritage, Audris is simply introverted and rarely makes an attempt to start or carry on a conversation.

History: Audris spent most of her life in the shadow of her parents glory. Everyone always assumed that because of her silence in the presence of a crowed that she was conceited and as the result of these assumptions Audris spent most of her time alone with her herbs and the animals around Healers compound. This enabled her to concentrate more and become more intuned with the arts of healing. Audris often practiced her arts on the wounded animals around the compound. Now she has decided that she would like to be a dragon rider and awaits the day when she can impress upon a baby dragon!

Special: A talented healer with a gift for understanding animals.

Approved: Approved!

Name: Takaya
Age: 16 Turns
Sex: Female
Height: 5''8" approx.
Craft: Weaver
Rank: Apprentice
Family: Mother- Terakya, Journeyman weaver from Northern continent, died of old age
Father- Sikayo, Holder, Southern continent
Sister- died in infancy, never named
Pets: N/a
Description: Takaya has long, raven colored hair that often makes her fairly warm working under the hot southern sun. It''s is generally kept up in various fashions to be kept out of the way. In attempts to keep the dark color from adding heat to her scalp the girl may be found with a light, airy scarf covering her otherwise undecorated head. Her eyes are a dark, shadowy brown that can sometimes be mistaken for black, making her pupils look overly large and giving her a childish face. Her skeletal structure is long but sturdy, making her well-to-do height of 5''8" look taller than actuality. Her jaw is solid, giving her child-like features an ironic strength. Though the hot sun has added darkness to her skin, even without she has an allover shadowy appearance with olive-tan skin, accentuated by her other darker features. Clothing is nothing but a necessity to this teen, there for her work clothes are simply a tunic of bland coloring and shorts that allow as much air circulation as possible to keep cool. The only color that can generally be found on her is the decorative and protective scarf around her hair and whatever weaving materials she is working with.
Personality: The children of Takaya''s northern home often considered her a suck-up, though this was only because she was a hard-worker and quiet with them. Takaya has an oddly creative mind that keeps her thinking about colors and the inspirations around her, rather than the people. She could be considered cold if it wasn't for the bubbly joy that her smile and eyes betray when she is working with her craft. Though her voice isn''t often the most expressive part of this girl, she has been known to stand up when she deems it necessary. She has a firm belief that there is good in all people and prefers to give them the benefit of the doubt. This can sometimes lead to coniving persons using her through her apparent gullibility, but Takaya doesn''t mind, she just wants others to be happy. The greatest compliment a person can give her is to commend her work, however she seeks no praise through her toil, just joy.
History: Takaya's mother lost the first girl she gave birth to, as is typical of small holders with little money. In order to fill the gap that the infant''s death left she continued with her work at the weaving crafthall, hoping to become a master before she died. However when Takaya survived her first years her mother left the crafthall to raise her only daughter and do the housewife''s job, as she should. Unfortunately for Takaya, her mother''s earlier failure led to over-protectiveness mixed with a defensive nature. Her mother was easily insulted over the raising of her daughter and any failure of Takaya''s was a failure of her mother''s. It was difficult living with such a burden on her shoulders, which may be part of why she works herself so hard. Her mother''s body had been taxed from the two births and her constant worry and stressors and she died of old age. This was a hard blow to Sikayo and in order to escape the tormenting grief and memories of his late wife he took his daughter and all belongings and traveled to the mysterious southern continent. Being a small holder and not having much meant little in the southern continent the tiny family soon learned and through Takaya and her father''s hard efforts they were able to secure a good bit of land near the weaving hall so Takaya could continue in her mother''s dream for her and earn a few extra marks on the side.
Special: Takaya has an eye for color, which leads to not only good weaving designs but also paintings when she is able to find the plants she needs to make the paints. Other than that she enjoys the occasional woods outing, almost camping, that her father takes her on during resting weeks and is quite the outdoorswoman when given the chance and decent tools.

Journal Link: N/a
Picture: N/a

Approved: Approved by Were

Name: Talare
Age: 20
Sex: Female
Height: 5'10"
Craft: Harper,Canidate
Rank: journeywoman
Family:
Father: Gothar (died)
Mother: Mehuan
Sister: Kilar
Pets: None at this time
Description: Talare is a tall and lithe woman, although there is clearly power in her slender muscles. She stands fairly tall for a woman, but most of it seems to be in her legs, which are strong from tending heard and runner beasts in her child hood, before she was taken to the harper hall. Thick black lashes frame her bright blue eyes, which seem to reflect her mood. Like the sea, they are forever turbular and chaning. Her lips are plump and a soft pink hue, and at times seem to have a pouty look to them. Talare isnt exactly a tom boy, but she doesnt flaunt her feminiaty either. Normally she can be seen running around in a tunic and leggings, with high sturdy boots, rather than a dress.

Personality: Whimsical by nature, Talare can take a good joke, and give a few of her own. When put in a dire situation she can normally keep her wits about her. She is head strong however, and doesnt like to admit when she is wrong. Although over all she is a nice and friendly person, like all women she has her days of fury. And with her, you better watch your step.

History: Talare grew up in Nerat, and her family of traders. Runner and heard beasts was their trade and as such she had to help out with the animals nearly every day of her life. After she learned the basic teaching songs and ballads there was nothing she would rather do than be a Harper. Her family however needed her help with the animals, so it was a long while until she was free to take her leave. As she grew older in turns her devotion became torn between the Harper hall and her family, more so when her father was taken by the sickness. So she brought her family to the Harper hall, to be by her side and in good health. When she became a journeywoman and walked the tables at the hall there was no better feeling than knowing she had accomplished her goal in life, and her Mother and sister had even been there to witness it.

Special: Special connection with animals, almost like an empathy. Although she cant hear Dragons speak, she does seem to know what they, and other animals want or need, most of the time, however this only seems to work when there is a special need or want for something.

Journal Link: none
Picture: http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v124/Onyxdawn/drawings/talar.jpg

Approved by: Approved

Name: Jessmet
Player: Kimie Kitty or Lemurrin
Age: 17 Turns
Gender: Female
Height: 5'2"
Rank: Holder's daughter
Pets: (Maybe one of my Secret Santa eggs)
Family:
Mother: Jessmina: Lady Holder
Father: Lemuel: Holder of Krinn Hold
Brother: Lemis, aged 23, successor of Krinn Hold
Brother: Jemmun, aged 20, Journeyman Tanner
Brother: L'mur, aged 18, greenrider at Rias

Description: Like her brother, Jess is slim, with straight reddish hair and bright green eyes. Growing up at their parents' hold, the two were often mistaken for twins, although she is actually a year younger.
Jess puts up a reserved front, but when she's comfortable, she is quite outgoing and friendly.

History:
Jessmet has spent all of her 17 Turns in her family's hold, learning the skills necessary to be the wife of a Holder. However, Jess is a bit of a tomboy, and has no real desire to be married off to some holder's son.
Upon receiving a note from her brother, Jess has decided to make her way to the Weyr to visit him and his dragon (not to mention he tempted her with a fire-lizard egg!)

Picture:

aaand.. a chibi by Shariea: http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b163/kimiecatclaw/Rias/jessegg.png
"Hatch, egg!!"

Approved: Approved- However, there will not be much tolerance for a impression hopeful to not respect anything but queens.
EDIT: I know, but that's part of the fun. ^^"" -ish weird that way-

Name: Halen
Age: Seventeen Turns, almost eighteen
Sex: Female
Height: Five feet, seven inches
Craft: Weaver
Rank: Journeywoman
Family:
-Father: Hatiril
-Mother: Katien
-Brothers: Atrim, Hylit, Rilar
-Sisters: Kilarn, Liten, Italir, Takina
Pets: Has a fire-lizard egg she awaits to Hatch.
Description: Halen is neither tall nor short, and she doesn?t really act like she cares that she doesn?t stand out by being ?abnormal?. She almost always stands to her full height, keeps her head held high, and walks with an air of confidence about her that she thinks no other can match. Her hair is dark brown, almost black, in color and comes to a few inches beneath her shoulders. Her hair is either well kept or a complete mess depending on how much attention she has been paying it these past few hours. She has a habit of running her fingers through her hair randomly, preening when ever she feels any kind of stress or has a need to think clearly. Her eyes are always cold towards any outsiders, glaring, unless they fall under a very special category. The category usually consists of people whom she feels can get her up to where she wants to be. She doesn?t often try to stand out in a crowd, and likes to keep away from them, save when she feels like it would benefit her.
Personality: Halen is over confident, stupidly so. She knows, or thinks she knows, that she?s better than anyone else alive, or that ever was or will be. She is quiet, and doesn?t pipe up with her own thoughts often. She keeps a constant mask on what she?s really thinking, though it?s not always a good one. When she isn?t really thinking hard, or when there?s someone that can?t benefit her with no one else around, she says precisely what she means. She cares very little for her own parents, and even less for her brothers and sisters. Takina gets especially on her nerves, and she wouldn?t claim any of them unless they gave her a good reason to. She absolutely loves queen dragons, and they are probably the only creatures that can hold her respect for even a millisecond.
History: Halen was born with six older brothers and sisters, and was, for the longest time, spoiled as the baby of the family. Up until she was about seven Turns, Halen was sweet as could be. Her family looked out for her. However, when Takina was born, they stopped catering so much to her as to her younger sister. Within the next Turn, Halen?s sweet nature vanished, replaced with the deepest loathing for the girl who had replaced her. Takina grew up, and so did Halen. She began striving to make herself presentable in the eyes of her parents, but failed every single time. Her ?obsession? with golds began when her eldest sibling Atrim Impressed a queen fire-lizard. The praise and attention from her parents was so immense that Halen strove to do the same. She?s never stopped, even though her parents mean little more than nothing to her now. In the mean time of all this mess, she became more dedicated to her Craft. She wasn?t excellent at it, nor was she horrible. She did everything within her power to keep herself from being noticed by the others. Only the people teaching her saw her, and Halen was perfectly content with that.
Special: Nothing really.

Journal Link: None
Picture: None

Approved: Approved

Name: Tellera
Age: 19 turns, approaching 20
Sex: Female
Height: 5' 7"
Craft: Healer
Rank: Journeyman (potential Canditate?)

Family:
Father: Teladri [Journeyman Tanner]
Mother: Chakelera [Servant]
Brothers: Chatel [Farmer], Ch'dri [Bronzerider, transfered to Rias Weyr (Hi~)], Lerrad [Apprentice Smith]
Sisters: Keldri [Journeywoman Harper], Driera [Servant]
Uncle: T'rin [brown rider, at Benden]
Cousins: N'trin [Blue rider, at Benden], Takessa [Journeywoman Weaver]

Pets: None, currently.

Description: Tellera has long golden hair, slightly wavy to mid-back that frames her pale skined face. Her eyes are a pale green-grey, much like her mother's, soothing, yet intent, picking up details and searching in case of injury. She's a bit tall at 5'7" but handles it well, with a smooth grace as she moves. Although slight of build, she can take a few knocks and bumps.

Personality: Tellera tends ot be 'professional' in nature, somewhat detached form most things, and secretly unsure of her abilities and self. She's afraid to get attached to anyone, having witnessed so much death during her training years from the strange disease. Still, she has some compassion which lends well while caring for others, but tends to come across cold as she's still a healer who can't afford to become too attached. She loves her family dearly, but worries for the day they too will fall.

History: Tellera is the fourth child fo Chakelera and Teladri, putting her only 2 behind Ch'dri. She often hung around her brother when he wasn't busy with his father, and was with ehr mother otherwise. She often found herself drawn to the Healers of the Hold, watching them and helping them by fetching things. This would eventually lead to ehr recommendation to be apprenticed, and she took it willingly and happily. Little could any suspect that she would bear witness to the illness that fell, aiding in trying to save those stricken. She carries some burden from this, and let herself become disattached to people somewhat aside her family, after becoming too close to several striken who died. She may recover, one day, and countsher blessings none of her family fell to it... but still, she's afraid to get attached, and tries only to do her work and make people well, without getting too involved. She is facing reassignment to Rias Weyr, which she is uncertain of taking - those over her think it might be best for ehr, and hope she comes out fo the shell she is forming, else... well, Weyrs need their healers too, and one more hand in wouldn't hurt. Also, they've had some word that she might be a potentially good candidate, but haven't told her. They rather would have her reassigned anyway and see what comes from there. Perhaps someone in the Weyr would let her know, else... the Weyr has another hand in healing and wellness of the riders and others who live there.

[[OOC Notes: Tellera was actually tinkered with in case Ch'dri didn't work out in the flat... but I'd like her to be around. As for the potential candidate part, I only wanted to work that in after she was approved - if not her superiors knowing, then soemone may find out. She's the only other sibling out of the family with any potential to be a rider, but wether she could or not is another story... and wether she's entirely willing to give up her craft, either. Also, a Healer in the halls of the Weyr wouldn't hurt, would it? I can tweak this to fit whatever scenario works best - wether she was specifically searched and agreed only if she could remain as a Healer anyway, or otherwise. I have a lot of potential ways to take her beign at Rias. The uncle and cousin riders are only name refs - I think CH'dri and her would prefer they stay far far away.]]

Picture: None, ATM. Working on one eventually.