[Holdless/Candidate] Serfie [Approved]

[Revel1984]

Name: Serfie
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual but leans mostly towards men
Role/rank: Holdless/Candidate
Origin: She is loyal to HERSELF.. but ... Fort (lol)

Appearance: She's thin, very thin but she's got a wiry sort of strength to her that is hidden behind her usually oversized and grubby clothes. Her hair is a light brown and lank, it's dirty so it seems much darker and it's crudely cut short, it's obvious a knife had been used rather than proper clippers. Her eyes seem big in her face but once she eats regularly and puts weight on they won't seem so large. They're a dark honey golden brown color and her eyelashes are very long, she could almost be called pretty ... if she was cleaned up and fed a regular diet. However she will never lose the wary, wild look about her. She's got a long, deep scar down the right side of her face from a semi trained Wher the camp had obtained from a rather suspicious source, out of the blue it attacked her and her father, killing him, and wounding Serfie before another of the camp put it down with his crossbow. Thankfully it hadn't gotten infected but it had been deep and had taken a long time to heal, hence the depth of the scarring. She has multiple other scars all over her body, gotten from living 'in the wild' as well as long ridged claw marks down her chest, marking her (fairly flat) breast on the right hand side. She lacks the obvious marks that brand others as Holdless so it's not obvious what she is at first glance. Her hair is cut better lately and she's put weight on so she's starting to round out, but will always be thin, despite her budding curves, she won't get any curvier. She won't let herself get flabby and is glad she doesn't have large breasts to get in the way.

Personality: Serfie is extremely guarded, she seems almost animal-like in her manner, She doesn't like to talk much at all but she is very good at listening. She's not quick to anger though, she'd seen enough of that in her father to ever be as volatile as he had been, that said if the situation calls for it she's not afraid of sticking up for herself, or someone else for that matter. One thing she has never tolerated is bullying, growing up she often put bullies in their place, beating them at their own games, if they got verbally abusive, she'd return the favour, if they got violent, so did she. She's not afraid to physically defend herself but she makes a point of not using violence unless someone hit her first, sure sometimes she got beat but she always puts up a good fight. She's quiet and prefers not to mingle right away, it takes a while for her to trust anyone at all. She doesn't show her emotions well but if she does show someone how she feels it's a pretty strong thing, she prefers to keep things to herself, to deal with things internally and she will NEVER cry in front of people. She would have to trust you very very well before she would willingly cry when someone can see her. She doesn't like physical touching, she'll flinch away every time. She can socialise though, she'd had to among the Holdless but she will keep to herself whenever possible. Serfie isn't shy by normal standards, sure she prefers to be alone or away from the Weyrbred and Holdbred but that's a lifetime of caution (and lies). She's confident in what she can do, new things might take a bit of learning, for example reading and writing, she's not all that great at it which will make lessons difficult for her but she will work as hard as she can to get it right. She doesn't often make the same mistake twice either, since something like that could have gotten her killed in the jungle, with felines and wild whers and the like. She's quicker at learning something practical than she is something that involves speaking or writing because it's just easier for her to learn by DOING than by just watching. She doesn't really have any dreams except Surviving day to day and maybe getting to know her 'monsters' better. She wouldn't mind being close to Dragons. Whers on the other hand she will always remain very twitchy around, she can't bring herself to trust the creatures after what happened to her

Serfie likes to draw, she has a small scrapbook that she keeps very private, no one that knows her knows she has it. She doesn't think she's very good but when she has time to herself, the rare moments she's relaxed, she often draws the wildlife. At the moment she doesn't want to open up to anyone, she hasn't met anyone that's been willing to get through that survivalist outer layer, the holdless certainly never did, they'd needed her hunting skills too much to care about much else. When it comes to most important choices she'll always go with her gut, like leaving the Holdless camp that had been everything she'd ever known, going to the caravans to learn about her 'monsters' then sneaking around the Weyr.

History: Serfie has never known life within a Hold or a Weyr or any such structured life. Her parents were Holdless, her father banished for 'accidentally' killing more than one man in brawls, He'd gotten away with it for a while since he was a big man and had made it seem like an accident each time, however the cause of his dismissal and branding was the death of the son of of a minor Lord of a neighbouring Hold. It had been no accident, Serfie's father had beaten the man to death after being bested in the brawl. Her mother stood by her husband and they were both branded Holdess forever. The pair wandered for a while just they two until Serfie's mother became pregnant, her father, determined that they couldn't cope alone (meaning he couldn't get his wife to do most of the work instead of him) and met up with other Holdess, forming a small, nomadic group of people that lived off the land and kept themselves secret. They often raided trader caravans that passed through.

Serfie however knew nothing of her parent's history, since even with their daughter they kept up a proud front, if one of the Holdless went missing after a fight with her father, Serfie never noticed, since as Holdless they went missing all the time, either to raid, then getting caught or other reasons. Her whole life Serfie had been lied to, told that the Weyrs had fire breathing monsters that ate anyone that went near, they had masters, semi human ones that fraternised with their creatures, controlled them, some strange unknown thing keeping the monsters from eating them.
Holds were no different, anyone that wasn't rich or had fancy clothes was caught, tortured, made to be a slave with no food except when people pitied them. She was told that the only safe thing to do was to stay on the move, away from large crowds of people, ESPECIALLY the buildings.

The first time Serfie saw a 'monster' and it's human creature was when she was about 8 turns old , she screamed and ran for cover, she was sure that the monster had heard her because it turned it's head towards where she'd hidden and watched the pair circle lower, she trembled afraid that the creaure was going to find her and eat her but as she watched it's eyes whirled in different colors that was hard to miss, well that wasn't monstrous, that was kind of pretty looking and although the person perched on it's back was dressed oddly (to her) he didn't seem scary at all. In fact the 'monsters' reminded her of Whers but more graceful looking, and Whers were sharding scary sometimes. She'd seen the wounds before from wild ones as well as her own scars. She was fascinated and almost stepped out to talk to the human, she would have done had her father not grabbed the collar of her grubby shirt and clamped a hand over her mouth, dragging her back to camp. He spent some time explaining what had occured and just a few short hours later the Holdless camp had moved on. However this experience left an impression on Serfie, she was fascinated by the big wherlike creatures, they hadn't seemed as frightening as her parents and other Holdless had described, in fact once she'd seen her first Fire Lizard she rather thought the were just giant flits, and flits weren't mean unless you stumbled across a female with eggs.

Serfie lost her mother eventually, the woman apparently just gave up after losing her husband to the Wher. Never bothered much to care for her daughter's wounds, thankfully the Holdless weren't ALL totally heartless and despite her scars and a healthy fear of Whers, she survived, her mother however cut herself deeply while doing some job or other around camp, it because infected and she died, leaving Serfie at a loss at what to do next for a while until several sevendays later, Serfie never really kept track of time passing, every day was a struggle to keep hidden, to survive and make sure they had enough to eat, A great big shiny 'monster' landed near to where the group had been thinking of camping, being on the move again was tiring, they wanted a sevenday maybe to rest but they hadn't dared. The person with the big shiny monster was a girl and Serfie was instantly curious, her parents were gone and she felt no lasting attachment to the grubby group of Holdless, by then Serfie had grown up and grown out of child-like innocence, Serfie as a result had been spending more and more time alone and not in the camp. So when Serfie never returned to the travelling group no one really paid much attention, Holdless went missing all the time, it didn't do any good to dwell on them, just keep moving.

She began hanging around and stealing from the trader caravans, knowing they visited the Holds and Weyrs. Through them she learned that the 'monsters' were called Dragons and their humans were their Riders, learning as much as she could about the comings and goings, fascinated more and more by the Dragons, until she yearned for one herself. Mostly she lived for a few turns near the coast by herself while learning what she felt she needed to learn about the weyr, getting by on what she could steal and hunt. She found a hidden cave that she barricaded behind a wall of hanging plants to hide the entrance and a movable barricade of thorned branches, to keep wild whers and other critters, out. During all of this, learning of the sickness, only made dragons and their riders seem more human and less.... monster than she was taught, only increasing her interest and want to get herself a dragon.

Currently she's living alone close by Fort Weyr, learning that it got extremely busy during a Hatching, she plans to sneak in and see if she can bond with a hatchling. Occasisionally she scopes out the Weyr by pretending to be a drudge, doing all the disgusting jobs no one wants, learning where the best places are to move around virtually invisibly. She's willing to do anything, except approach the Weyr for permission, to obtain a Dragon. Her plan is to dress as a drudge and be around when a clutch hatches, hidden, but available to any of the babies.

Other: She has a way with animals, being animal like herself. She understands them, gives them their space when they need it. She prefers the company of them too. They don't ask anything of her like humans do. She also really likes to draw and, give the chance at paper and a pencil, is rather good at it.  

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