Inaari:;

Age: 16
Sex: Female
Sexual Orientation: Straight and narrow.
Craft: NA
Rank: Cotholder's daughter

Physical Description: There is little that is remarkable on Inaari, she is your general Pernese youth. Lightly tanned skin, and dark auburn hair that looks like damp wood after a summer's rain. There is, however, one thing that stands out and something you wouldn't expect. Inaari is freckled. From head to toe, she is speckled all over her face and body. You wouldn't think a girl with that much melanin in her to be susceptible to the tiny dots, but this girl is! Her face is generally unremarkable, minus the freckles. Soft mouth, wide brown eyes, and a somewhat prominent nose are all that come to mind.

She's beginning to be somewhat wide-set in the hips, but still somewhat narrow in the breast, producing a pear-shape that doesn't look likely to change. Due to having to sometimes work at her Hold, she also has a bit of muscle to her long legs and delicately muscled arms. Compared to other workers, however, this is negligible. At this point in her life, she's about five feet, seven inches tall. To put it simply, wide hips, B cup breasts. Junk in the trunk like you wouldn't BELIEVE.

Personality: Inaari's father's Hold has never been especially prosperous, and as such, she is somewhat more jaded than others her age might be. She's had to cope with what her mother describes as a 'physical condition' that has kept her tied to the Hold, watching her other siblings struggle to make a life for them all, making her generally impatient when set to do menial tasks. In truth, she only bruises easily and her platelets are a little slow to clot, nothing life-threatening. But mothers are mothers, and Inaari's has kept her close to the house for this very reason. However, she understands that if she wants to eat, which she greatly loves to do, Inaari must do the menial things no one else can. No excuses get by this girl, she won't hesitate to speak smartly to you if she thinks you're in the wrong.

Underneath the know-it-all, defensive surface, however, there is a young lady. She likes to laugh, and play, and be a child. She likes to act motherly, but will be more than happy if you can take that job from her, and let her run along and enjoy herself, especially out of doors. But beware! One rude remark about her freckles will bring the brat within back out to scold you!

Also, if you try to treat her like scrapes and bruises are detrimental to your character, along with a tendency to spot up like you have some skin disease, best avoid her entirely! She lives to be outside, and be active, and if she has to take the bumps and bruises that come with it, so be it!

History: The third of seven, Inaari is one of four girls born to a Cotholder beholden to Fort Hold. Located somewhat more southerly than the other holds, it's very decidedly minor. They were not very successful in growing anything other than small fruits, and what was needed to survive.

Because of their happy low rank, Inaari's parents were a love match that was thankfully agreeable to their parents. Her mother is distantly related to a wealthy merchant family based in Fort Hold, somewhat akin to seventh or eighth cousins. Her father's family has Held their hold for a few generations now, and with three sons, the line looks to continue.

It's their family's fondest hope that the girls be educated in a larger, more civilized Hold. Thus, at the age of ten, Inaari was sent to Fort to foster with her mother's cousins there. She was to learn more of the trades of how to successfully run a house and Hold, and experience more life, hopefully coming back betrothed. Her mother fretted about her poor daughter's wild streak, but in the end, the idea of making a better life for her child and her family won out. Her father's stern insistence that the girl go probably more than helped. Fostering would help her mature, and perhaps even soften a sharp tongue that was becoming almost unbearable.

This did not go so well with Inaari, who had hoped that as she aged, she would be allowed to help more in the physical aspects of the Cot. Having been nearly sent back to her home in shame, a new leaf turned for the girl, and she threw herself into her work. If she could only be well-behaved, slipping away to run about in the sun would not at all be noticed or cared about.

Other/Talents: Fairly talented at cooking and mending, klah especially, with moderate skill in weaving.