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About the Girl
Name: Ritsa
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Sexual Preference: Heterosexual
Craft/Hall/Rank: Apprentice Healer

Personality:
Given the proper encouragement, Ritsa reveals a wickedly sharp mind and a drive to succeed. Her reading comprehension is is higher than the average girl her own age; she has a mind like a sponge for mathematical formulas and navigation. She handles concrete concepts that can be proven a lot better than abstract concepts--it's hard for her to explain why she thinks an action was good, morally, but much easier for her to elucidate on why there are seasons. Her intelligence, though, is very academic. She knows very little about how to interact with other people, and probably couldn't guess your favorite color if you wore it everyday.

While growing up has taught her she can't rely on anyone, there is one person in this whole world that Ritsa knows she can lean on, and that's her to be companion. Most people aren't her dragon, so she doesn't trust them, and because of that she's gotten really, really good at independent work and observation. Often, she'll work harder than she has to in order to ensure that if someone else fails her, she'll be able to cover up their mistakes. She displays an almost obsessive need to take care of herself, because she doesn't like charity or being pitied. She will volunteer to help around the weyr doing chores such as cleaning the chalkboards or running papers around for delivery work, changing the glows, not only does it net her attention from authority figures, it also means she knows everything is being done right. Ritsa doesn't ask for help when she's having a tough day or a tough fight, and insists on being able to do everything herself. When she can't provide for herself, she feels horribly guilty and embarrassed for whatever she cost the other person.

One thing Ritsa learned very, very fast was that you had to follow the Rules. If you followed the Rules, everything would be okay and nobody would get hurt. It's really rare for her to disobey a rule, especially if she's told it's for her protection, and she almost never disobeys an authority figure's direct order--not because she trusts them, but because she's afraid of the consequences if she doesn't. She is the kind of child that parents hold up to others as an example to be followed.

Superficially, Ritsa is childish in that she dearly wants to play board games and tag and have sleepovers and be as loud as she wants whenever she wants. Realistically, Ritsa wants attention, good or bad; she doesn't know how to go about getting it, except by acting out in small ways like refusing to make her bed, or leaving a small mess of old homework on her desk. It's not in her nature to get up on a table and declare everything sucks and she hates the world, and nor will she pull another girl's hair or take her things--but she will wait outside a door for anyone to notice her or sell out another candidate who's broken the rules to just to get a pat on the head. Ritsa takes any kind of attention, but she thrives off approval, and will do almost anything to get it.

Ritsa also takes criticism very poorly. Very, very poorly: She doesn't know how to interact with people and always feels like the slightest comment about her appearance or her possessions or her homework is a deep, abiding personal insult. Even off-handed comments like "You look nice today" will be obsessively dissected. Does that mean she doesn't look nice every day? Does it mean she looks nicer than usual? What are they comparing her to? Because she's so sensitive as to how others view her, she rarely talks about her home life or her family or herself at all; she'd rather listen to you talk, because if she doesn't say anything you can't judge her.

Nothing ever goes right for Ritsa. There's no point in hoping for anything or looking for the future because things can always get worse. She was born to a frail mother, outcasted from people who would be great friends. Abandoned by her mother later on, never knowing her father. The only person she has in the whole entire world is her dragon. Why can't something go right for her just once! Everything sucks! Nothing she does matters anyway!

Her worldview is so polluted by the way she was raised--stay out of everyone's way, stay quiet, don't draw attention to you no matter what you do--that she can't look past the bad parts of her life to see the possibility of a good future or even the good parts of the present. She can't see the light at the end of the tunnel because she won't look--and even if she did, Ritsa probably wouldn't believe what she saw was True.

Rista enjoys some hobbies despite her strange outlook on the world. She is fascinated by the flowers and plants that grow around her and will often go out of her way to collect them. She has a soft spot for tiny critters of all sizes and will do all she can to lead tiny bugs from the house instead of killing them. This often leads to people staring at her, and many whispering behind her back. This has led her into the difficult path of a healer, and she adores her studies.

Physical Description: Ritsa processes a tan completion. She has thick, dark brown hair, hanging around her head in loose ringlets which help to pale her out and look a little more average in color giving her a rather stunning look if she ever lets it down. Light but noticeable freckles cover a lining just under her eyes and across her nose. Ritsa keeps her hair tied into a long braid behind her. A rather thick reminder that she is indeed a female. Having reached her full growth at 19 standing only 5'1'' and weighing 110 pounds, she is rather average. Ritsa carries a very curvaceous figure with rather wide hips and chest with a narrower stomach.

High cheek bones and a set jawline, with thin rosy lips. Hazel eyes that seem to pop out, are the first noticeable features of the young woman and she's rather glad. Her bright, warm, eyes help to draw the attention of whoever she is speaking to. Directly to her eyes instead of them wandering in places she prefers them not to be. The tips of her fingers and several parts of her hands are calloused due to her years of training under the master Harper in the Harper hall. Not a time in life Ritsa enjoys talking about. When she does speak however her voice is soft, quiet, as if she sings with every word. A rather feminine beauty she has trained to use for her advantage.

She favors wearing shirts with long bell like sleeves. Her favorite, A long green shirt with bell like sleeves with the wing of a dragon sewn into the top right corner of her shirt. Her pants are otherwise rather plain ranging from blue to brown whatever the mood fits.


History:
Tonia conceived under the full moon of a hot summers night, when the urges of a gold flight passed over head. She was a frail woman, and worked often in the kitchens as one of the cooks for the hold. She didn't care for the pregnancy and blamed it on her failing health. Wanting a son Tonia was disappointed to find that she had delivered a girl. For the first few years Tonia struggled to raise her young daughter but by the time Ritsa had turned nine she was promptly abandoned and sent to live with Servick where training as a healer immediately began.

Being fostered by the Prickly, bossy and rather greedy man did little to her already quiet nature. Further teaching her to best stay out of the way and that rules were meant to be followed. As was the course of anyone who lived under Ista's Lord Holder. He did not offer many comforts except those enough to survive, which forced her further into her studies as a result. Brilliant and a quick study, it wasn't surprising to anyone she readily absorbed all the information around her and became an expert with her studies at the age of 12.

It was around that age the Lady Holder gave birth to a son named Serinn. Again like the rest of her mundane life, Ritsa paid little attention to what was going on around her. But as the young boy grew Rista felt the protective need to watch out for him. Both for her sake and for that of her foster parents.

Just before her 15th turn, Ritsa was scouted by a green rider and brought to the Weyr to stand as a candidate. She now eagerly awaits and is quick to study and perform given chores required of her.

Talents: Can read and write.
Notes: She loves to sing, but she can't. Her voice sounds like nails on a chalkboard when singing.

Flits...?
Better save this one just in case cause.... well.... you never know. She doesn't want any... that doesn't mean I don't want them bwhahaha

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