Name: Falvir
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Craft/Rank: Apprentice Ancientcrafter
History:
Falvir was born shortly before the Dragonlight demonstrations by the Master Ancientcrafter at Benden. Her earliest memory is of being held to her mother's hip while the throngs gathered to watch the lights thrum.... but then everything went sideways. From that point forward, her family – a group of cavern workers who had called Benden Weyr home for generations – was caught up in the Revolution, unable to flee and forced to adopt the new regime's mighty creed.

She lived under Keller for two or three Turns, a tiny child among those who would allow might to rule, and found herself pushed around, disrespected because she lacked the physical strength of her fellows. Her intellect was sharp, however, and after her father was challenged to the duel that took his life, little Falvir took to connecting dots and deconstructing not only social interactions but everythings into components that she could manipulate – this man had a temper that was set off by singing, he could be used to shield her against the other man who found slight stature offense but who hummed... she learned to navigate life by such things.

And then the Weyrholds were liberated and Benden abandonned, her mother and two siblings evacuated along with her to find a new life waiting for them at Trine. So used to the brutality of the Weyrhold, young Falvir quickly made enemies as she used her intellect to manipulate others around her... it cost her many potential friendships, and when one such scheme resulted in a bloody fistfight, something in Falvir snapped. She hated this manipulation, this veil of lies that she carried with her – it was repugnant and drove off her peers, people who actually, honestly seemed to be trying to make efforts to reach out to her.

After this point, she swore herself to honesty... and overcompensated, becoming brutally honest regardless of the person or situation before her. The abrupt change confused some and put off still others, resulting in Falvir withdrawing from society. It was too strange, too unpredictable for her to comfortable navigate.

Not long after, she found the Ancientcraft building and, attracted by the smoke and the stories spun around its mysterious workings, she quickly found herself in the position of Apprentice. She took to it like a duck to water and hasn't looked back, finding a sense of belonging she'd otherwise lacked in her life.

Now fifteen, she's decided to learn about the dragons that dominate the Weyr and has, cautiously, begun to watch the Hatchings to try to learn their rhythms. Thus far, it remains entirely too erratic for her, and the bloody nature of angry dragonets intimidates her – she would easily be slain upon the sands. Still, it is entertaining and for that alone, she continues to attend Hatchings.

Description: The first thing most people notice about Falvir is her rather... short stature. She's small, even for a girl, putting her at an even 5 feet tall. She has broad shoulders but a narrow waist and child-bearing hips that give her a bombshell hourglass figure that's neither too heavy nor too skinny. Because she is from the south, she has particularly dark mocha skin. Her hair is mid-length, wavy, and generally allowed to fall where is wishes, sometimes lending a flustered appearance to her. Her eyes are also a dark brown.

As for clothing, she tends towards the more utilitarian and this results in the covering/hiding of her figure – for her, being able to be comfort beats the socks off of trying to be seductive. Coveralls, thick canvas materials for working with parts and grease and strange liquids, gloves, a pair of goggles for eye protection... these are the things she prefers.

Personality: Incisive, decisive, and brutally honest, Falvir is a woman ruled by logic and understanding. Silly, frilly things like romance, maternal instinct, or sentiment are foreign concepts relegated to the 'requires more research' pile of her life. All business, Falvir believes in the methods of her craft – theory, study, repeat – for nearly everything in her life. She far prefers the company of inanimate objects and non-speaking creatures to those of people, they make sense and respond her to interactions in predicatable, repeatable ways that gives her a sense of certainty. And certainty is something she craves almost subconciously, it's a deep seated fear that if she doesn't know how something will turn out, it might turn out the most horrible way possible... and she copes by reducing daily interactions and chosen companions to known variables.

People are simply too erratic and illogical for her to comfortably interact, but her impressive bulwark of logic and honesty makes her a strangely stable, central figure in her peers' lives. There's also the occasional suitor who happens by, and whose advances are nearly completely ignored.

That said, if one tolerates her brutal honesty and nearly clinical approach to life, it becomes apparent that Falvir is a loyaly and altruistic friend who prefers to teach someone how to stand on her own two feet (like her) rather then be a crutch that forces the friend to be dependant. She is an independant sort and prefers those who aspire to be or already are independent as well.

When faced with stressful situations – such as where the outcome is uncertain – Falvir invariably reduces the situation to its constituent components and attempts to identify the best way to navigate the problem given the known relations between the various components. It's a cold, almost unfeeling coping mechanism that has seen her through some terrible experiences and earned a few enemies but it's also earned her a reputation as unflappable and dependable, even if she is downright cold about it.

As far as ambitions and aspirations go, Falvir lacks any solid dream. She enjoys tinkering with the ancient pieces she helps gather, learning how they fit and what they do, but she doesn't have any grand plans to bring about world-anything. She counts herself happy and stable for now, and for now that's enough.


Other: If she does Impress, it will be as a Stands impression.