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Name: Winoa

Age: 15

Sex: Female

Sexual Orientation: What is this sex of which you speak? (Future bisexual)

Craft: Seacraft

Rank: Apprentice

Physical Description: Looking at Winoa, one would be forced to question, “Should I buy it a Barbie or a GI Joe? Dress or Overalls? A magic wand or a plastic AK-47”

Winoa is exceptionally tall for her age, and always will be. For as long as she can remember, she has towered above her peers, girls and boys alike. She is not, however, tall like a model is tall. She is tall like a basketball player is tall; all arms and legs and bones. Her lanky frame will never allow her to build a great deal of muscle. In the traditional description of a female, “willowy” is replaced with “lanky”, and “voluptuous” is replaced by “wherethehellareherboobs”. Winoa will never have that wonderful moment where she looks down and realizes that her long-awaited chest has finally developed, lending her the power to make women jealous and men drool; these are powers Winoa will never posses.

Instead she was granted the power of reflecting sunlight like a bleached piece of paper. The tan skin that many of Ista's residents acquire over the years has evaded Winoa. The only color to her skin comes from a thick smattering of freckles all over.

Long, luxurious locks have been traded for a close-cropped pixie cut, a practical style for the daughter of a seacrafter who spends most of her time outdoors. Her hair is an unusual light shade of natural red, likely due to frequent exposure to salt water and sunlight.

Winoa's features do little to aid one in determining her gender. While not ugly, she simply doesn't have the high cheekbones or full lips that scream “I'm a woman.” Her features are angular and small, lending her an appearance that leans more towards that of an adorable young boy than an attractive woman coming of age.

Personality: If Winoa has any regrets about her boyish appearance, you wouldn't know it. If anything, she always embraced the life of a father's only “son”, following her father everywhere he went and picking up all she could. Being the child of a seacrafter, she has picked up the language that goes along with it. Each sentence out of her mouth usually begins with “sharding this” or ends with “sharding that.” To say that Winoa is rought around the edges is a severe understatement. The idea of social etiquette completely evades her, and Winoa often requires being told very plainly to shutup before she realizes that what she's saying is somehow inappropriate.

She's a troublemaker and tomboy of the worst sort, and a typical pre-teen in the sense that she loves playing pranks and can be a bit careless as to how those pranks will affect others. Tunnel snakes in the bedsheets, mud in the pillowcase, or dragon poop in the shoes, all are fair game if you cross her. Or if you don't cross her and she's bored. Or if you're her friend and she's really bored. There's really no way to be safe from her.

However, most of her time is spent outside of the Weyr; running, jumping, climbing, and everything else that young kids love to do. Winoa is a daredevil, fearless in a way that most grow out of. The childish abandon and disregard for physical danger which most people lose by the age of ten has stuck with her through the years, and likely always will. Her knees and hands are almost always scraped, bruised, or dirty as a result of her most recent adventures. When others are at lessons and doing chores, Winoa is likely out playing or being reprimanded for a previous offense. However, whenever her chance at Impressing is threatened, she will snap into shape for a few weeks. Becoming a rider is perhaps the only ambition Winoa has beyond simply enjoying the wonderful experience of being alive and happy in the great, big playground that is the world.

History: Winoa was always Daddy's Little Girl, even if she never grew into the little girl her father (Davren) had expected. Her mother died of infection shortly after childbirth, but Davren was always a practical man. He saw his daughter as a blessing, a last gift from a woman he truly and deeply loved, rather than blaming her for her mother's death. Davren vowed to give Winoa a life full of happiness and peace, and doted on her in order to try and provide the love of two parents.

His livelihood on the sea often interfered with his desire to spend time with Winoa, and as soon as she was able to walk on a swaying ship's deck, Davren began taking his daughter out to sea. Winoa loved it from the moment she set foot on a ship. The ropes to climb, the holds to explore, even the way the sea birds cast mysterious shadows along the waters surface; the wonders of the outdoor world fascinated young Winoa, and her love of nature was born. From then until the moment she was searched, Winoa belonged to the outdoor world. She would sleep on the open deck whenever weather would allow, and on occasion she would hold tight to her father's back as he climbed up into the crow's nest.

Winoa led a charmed, blessed life as a child. With a loving father and an entire crew of seacrafters who embraced her like their own, Winoa grew up with the kind of freedom to enjoy life that so few children get to experience. The world was her playground, and that is a view she still holds.

Being searched was the first true heartbreak Winoa knew. The decision between her father and the possibility of impressing a dragon of her own was agonizing, but in the end her endless desire to explore the world won out. With her father's blessing and a small pack of her few belongings, she set off for Weyr life.

Thus far, Winoa has not Impressed. Three turns have passed since her arrival at Ista, but she intends to stand at each and every hatching which she is able. Hers is out there, somewhere, and if she never comes.. well, the entire world awaits.

Pets: None

Other/Talents: Winoa, while not a Harper in any manner, actually has quite a beautiful singing voice. However, her tendency to make up songs full of vulgar references and curse words often leaves this talent overlooked.

Will this character be a candidate? Yes