Character Name: Lima

Age: 22

Sexual Orientation: Het

Craft/Rank: Journeyman Wherhandler

History: Lima was born to be a miner, or so she thought for the longest time. Her father was a miner, her mother a journeyman Baker, residing in Ursul Hold. But, Lima was always a clumsy child and never lost that as she entered her teens despite their hopes for her growth spurt. Each trip with her father into a mine was, for lack of any better word, an accident waiting to happen. A rock in her path was going to be stepped on or tripped over. A tool left unguarded was begging for a mishap. The trolley could never be left unwatched if she stood nearby it. For the safety of the mines, and in hope to finally get her to outgrow this embarrassing trait of hers, she was offered to learn under the Wherhandler of the hold’s eldest Watchwher.

A surprise to both herself and her parents, she leapt at the chance to train and learn about the unique craft. She’d never actually seen a Wher up close before, there had been the Blue that accompanied another miner but she kept her distance as he had a nasty temper she’d been told. (He was also nearly invisible in the darkness of the mines and she had no intentions of walking down the tunnel they’d gone only to bump into him.) Her fellow apprentices under the Wherhandler were not too much older than herself, and she didn’t have too much trouble forming some sort of camaraderie with them. They teased her clumsiness but for the most part it was all in good fun. The first clutch of Wher eggs that she qualified for did not see her with one. The gold, while somewhat friendly with her (when she didn’t trip over the Wher’s tail that one time, she was sorry really! She apologized profusely to her) refused to let her near the clutch. She merely shrugged it off as her not really being ready. She was a bit afraid of the responsibility after all so waiting a little longer was perfectly fine with her. The second clutch found her matched with an egg to look after.

She was fortunate to not have any major mishaps near the egg while waiting for it to hatch; only tripping once in her hurry to gather the food as the shell was cracking. She was beyond pleased to see the mossy green hide and gladly fed the hatchling her fill before cutting her arm lightly for the little one to bond closer. She’d been drilled that tradition was important in that regard, and coming from the mines herself the blood bond was a subject she’d overheard being spoken of with importance a few times when the Wherhandler was mentioned even then. Once the pair had enough time to grow and adjust to their life together, Lima and Limask were offered to Trine to take up position as a Night watch pair.

Description: On the taller end of the average spectrum, Lima stands at 5’6. She has a faint tan with freckles across her nose and cheeks in a random assortment, and straight black hair that she keeps short and combed back and out of the way. She did have it long once, and learned the perils of such a thing rather quickly. Her eyes are nothing impressive, a dull grey with a thick rim of brown. Her height gives her long limbs, which earns some teasing that she has yet to grow into them and that is the source of her many trips and meetings with the floor.

Personality: Lima is not easily embarrassed. While one would think this wouldn’t be an issue, for Lima it means she doesn’t stop to think before saying something. Ever. Why, yes, she did trip over a pile of Limask’s droppings when she was going to clean it out, but she did wash up right afterwards, you can’t tell right? Oh, what's the look for, you can tell after all? She likes to talk, which can be a shame if the person she’s chatting with isn’t on Limask’s “Like” list. If you get her going, you might wish the mute button would apply. Limask doesn’t mind her being chatty, so she forgets that people think a little differently than her devoted brute of a partner.

Night-owl she is not. Lima might have the night watch shift, but that doesn’t exactly mean she is nocturnal. She is still working on setting her internal clock to the hours even now, and needs a little shove or nudge from Limask to stay awake. She takes many long naps during the day but doesn’t let that keep her from joining the Weyr population in the least. She doesn’t mind the mostly-loner lifestyle her craft gives her, but human company is a lovely thing. She can come off as a bit clingy if you aren’t used to her, perhaps even if you are. If you've even made it onto Limask's Like list she may develop a habit of seeking you out in particular to snatch you away for a long chat. It would be wise for no one to ever share with her their deepest secrets as she wouldn't even realize she passed them on in conversation.

If she does know you, and you aren't seeing anyone, you might have to worry. She doesn't exactly admit it aloud, but it is easy to tell she is a little bit of a romantic at heart. She would not hesitate in the least before attempting to play matchmaker for anyone. And she isn't too subtle about it, either.

Other:
Wher: Green Limask

Limask is extremely possessive and protective of Lima. She uses her bulky size first to keep anyone she sees as being too close to her -and more so hers- as far as she can. When size and a few threatening snarls won’t do it, then she can be quick to turn aggressive to keep them back. It takes a lot of time and effort to make it onto her Like list. Lima liking a person is only one small, tiny step there. Lima is HERS and she must approve of who her handler associates with.

Limask is like her handler, a little larger than the average, but for her it is her bulk rather than her height. She is not a greedy eater, nor is she lazy. She is in fact proud of her larger size, and wishes she were as big as a Blue so she could be even more intimidating to those getting close to her Lima.

Limask is a mossy green with lighter banding on her legs and snout. Her wingflaps are a deeper shade of green edged in the same banding pattern. Tentative pattern: X