Name: Daesilena
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Sexual Preference: Heteroexual
Craft/Hall/Rank: Candidate

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Physical Description: Daesilena would by no means call herself pretty, she’s never compared herself to anyone and beauty has had no impact on her whatsoever. Now at the Weyr, Daesilena has changed her view on her looks and how others perceive her. Her long walnut hair can always be found in intricate updos and there’s never a hair out of place. If she’s going for a more relaxed look she will usually have it down in brushed waves with keeps no bangs parted in the middle as to keep her appearance clean. Her eyes are long and catty, they are an odd color rarely seen anywhere on Pern of pale blue. Her eyebrows are a shade lighter than her hair, shaped up and then curving downwards where they are slimmer. Dae sports a very square jawline, however it by no means makes her seem less feminine. Her nose is small and girlish, it is slightly turned up. There is nothing that makes her mouth special or out of the ordinary, her lips are normal and proportioned.

Dae stands at an even five feet six inches. She has a small delicate frame accompanied by long wiry limbs that has grown strong from work; her body is an inverted triangle meaning her shoulders are much wider than her hips. Her chest is of an average size, coupled with her little hips some could say that she would be unsuited to bare a child. Her skintone holds a nice golden tan color to it, though it is still a bit paler than average. Many times Daesilena will be slouching, but she has been trying to stand up straighter. It is a little easier for her to look into people’s eyes now, but it isn’t for very long and usually a very quick glance so they know she’s listening to them. Her pace is a little more determined than before, she’s learned to hustle at the Weyr but she still moves with a calm steady pace.

While the Cothold had Dae left with little to bring with herself to Ista Weyr, and what she did have was old and worn, she’d never used the Weyr’s stores before. However, after an encounter that made her realize she needed to step up her game, Dae has been at the store and making full use of it. While her main color is and will always be brown, he is no longer afraid of adding color. Blues, creams, reds, whatever color she thought looked nice. Daes closet has grown exponentially since her arrival, most of the clothing is dresses but she does keep pants and shirts we well for candidate lessons. While clothing had only been a convenient thing to wear, now she keeps up with fashion and trends.

History: The cothold Dae was born in was by no means the best place or easiest to raise any children, especially a cothold so isolated even from miner hall, it's closest association. Sileris, her father, was a miner who held a regular job and had never had any aspirations for a better life. He was simple, to put it nicely, and had never thought he’d ever find himself taking care of a wife, much less a child. However, when he’d found Daenat cold and hungry one night, barely managing to cling to life, he decided that he wanted to keep her as one would keep a pet. Daenat never spoke a word, in fact she seemed to be just as simple as Sileris and was only capable of making pottery. Even when Daesilena was born, she would often times be left crying in her basket until her father came home to care for her and his wife. It was not the easiest upbringing, but this cothold was known for being rough around the edges.

When Dae was barely old enough to take of herself, her father left her to her own devices teaching her things if she needed it. Truly, looking back on it now, she was far more capable of taking care of herself than her mother. Her father always provided what they needed such as food and items but that was the extent of his help. Daesilena learned to organize by the time she was eight, the home which had previously been dirty and messy was now kept clean everyday by her. She had also taken up the mantle of caring for her mother, making sure she was always working on her pottery, selling her things for extra income when she could and making sure things were done on time. She’d even gone as far as teach her mother how to clean, which was either a hit or miss on some days.

By the time Daesilena hit her teens she was a fully independent teen taking care of her mother and keeping the family on track. They’d even managed to save enough to repair and buy new things for their home as Dae had started keeping track of incomes and how much they spent. The only thing she was truly lacking were friends, she found those her age far too childish or irresponsible and most of the time she would rather be at home taking care of things there. If it made her antisocial than so be it, but it did in fact make her very socially awkward. No matter, Dae liked the small isolated hold and planned a better future for herself. She would pick up pottery as a trade and at some point find a miner to marry, have children and die happy. That was how she saw the world, how Daesilena truly thought she would spend the rest of her life and she had accepted her fate easily.

This whole vision of Daesilena’s world was shattered one evening not too long after her twentieth birthday. Because her cothold was an isolated place, rare was the sight of a dragon and it’s rider. In fact, Daesilena had never laid eyes on a dragon the few times they had come to the hold, she’d always been busy. But that evening, she was returning home from some errands when the dragon landed, a great blue beast that turned to watch her and froze her in place. The rider stayed on the dragons back for some time, everyone frozen in that one instant. Next thing she knew the rider was walking towards her, she’d been Searched and they were going to bring her back to Ista weyr. Daesilena at first didn’t want to go, she didn’t want to leave her family and this life she had accepted for herself. She knew nothing about the riders or the dragons, but something told her it would be rude to refuse. She went to tell her family that night, her mother was silent as usual, while her father clapped her on the shoulder and went about his usual business. This was the last time she ever saw or heard from her parents, Ista weyr has been her new home ever since.

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