Approved by Sil
Name: Ferris
Age: 19
Sex: Female
Orientation: Heterosexual
Craft: Scribe Apprentice/ Candidate
Rank: Candidate
Physical Description: At about 5’4” she can be considered as average in height, but her torso is long and her legs are a little shorter compared to most other people who are just as tall. She’s solidly built, with a broad shoulder and wider thighs and calves, but she is most definitely allllll woman and isn’t actually “fat” – just one who obviously hasn’t been sitting at home and embroidering all day in a cold room.
Her skin is tanned, her round face smooth, lighter freckles are scattered across her face and darker ones are sparse across her shoulders and arms. She has large, almond-shaped, hazel eyes that are rimmed with light brown lashes and expressed with arched eyebrows of a similar brown. She has thin lips and often gives a questioning “ORLY?” half-smirk, which still causes both of her dimples to show.
Her hair gets a small paragraph of its own. It’s a dark, honey blonde that falls a few inches past her shoulders, no bangs in sight. It’s ridiculously curly, as in those small-ish curls that are fairly loose and look like waves from afar, and there’s obviously a lot of it and it has some good volume. It’s the kind of hair that LOOKS like it would be heavy… but then a rogue breeze comes and WHOOSH it’s all over the place. It's wild and a bit frizzy, but it gets tied back in a loose tail above the nape of her neck so that it covers her ears in the process.
Personality: Ferris is… Well, so it seems, like many female candidates these days, she’s a rough-and-tumble type of girl who will take no crap from anyone, and she isn’t afraid to say it. In fact… she’ll say anything, really; whatever pops into her head automatically pops right out of her mouth, as if she was born without a sensor or a clue that hey, maybe so-and-so doesn’t need to hear how her face looks like a radish. But for a more realistic explanation, lets just say that Ferris is completely and brutally honest and extremely opinionated. She’ll give her opinion on any matter to any person, on any day at any time.
And because of the above, she talks. A lot. And “A lot” can even be taken as an understatement. And along with all that talking, it means that she is REALLY bad at keeping secrets… and at telling lies, actually. And even though she tells the truth, which hey, it’s better than lying most of the time, her flapping mouth usually gets her a few good smacks up-side the head and a good many reprimands and extra chores on almost a daily basis.
She’s quick to judge, but her mind can be swayed fairly easily, which can be a good thing or a bad thing depending on the circumstances. This means her loyalty can sway too, but she seems to have a better grasp on that aspect of her being and can be counted on most of the time. Just… don’t tell her any secrets, or how you have a crush on so-and-so… because she’ll end up blurting it out and yeah. There will be tears. And blushing. And Ferris running with someone behind her with a rolling-pin.
History: When two parents have a run of five daughters, this would mean that the 6th child would just HAVE to be a boy, right? No? Well if the proud parents could have seen the future, they would have agreed with you, but since they could not, they believed that YES, they would certainly be having a baby boy. They had everything picked out and the name was perfect; Ferris. Wasn’t that just a great name? They thought so, and eagerly awaited their sixth, bouncing bundle of joy with much anticipation.
…Only to get…
You got it:
A girl.
Well that whole second X chromosome certainly put a wrench in the works. The parents weren’t mad, per se, nor did they not love their sixth daughter, but… damn… Ferris was a such a good name…. So they gave it to her anyways, hence how she ended up with a boy’s name. her father even treated her much like a boy; taught her how to swing a good punch, how to sling mud and all those manly things. But with five sisters and a mother, one couldn’t expect Ferris to be completely man-ized.
Instead she grew up as one of those proud women who beat up the boys and challenged them to bug-eating contests to prove that girls were just as strong as boys and that anything they could do she could do better. She got a lot of egging on from her sisters, and these whole boys vs. girl matches around the northern Hold of Igen probably only helped Ferris develop her big, sharp, honest-a** mouth. …Which she was, and is, quite proud of and thinks she’s rather good at slinging back comebacks in arguments.
Her mother wasn’t so happy about all of it, though, even though her father thought it was a hoot. When Ferris was old enough, she got shoved right into the scribe craft. Her mother thought it would be a quiet place that would teacher her to calm her mouth… or at least get into the habit of writing her prattling mind rather than saying her ideas etc. out loud. Yeah.. no… didn’t work so well.
Or well, Ferris was quite good at writing and transcribing things, but her mouth was basically labeled as a lost cause. All that can be said is that her teacher was so happy the day she was Searched and left for Ista at the age of 16 and he would no longer have to hear that his hands were like a watchwher’s or that the letters he had Ferris write were the doldrums and how he sounded like a wherry when he talked.
Ferris so far as stood at multiple Impressions, but has yet to Impress even herself. Shards…
Pets: HAA…. I mean… No.
Will this character be a candidate? YUP.
Other: If she had a theme song, it’d be “Anything you could do, I could do better; I can do anything better than YOU.”
Picture: HAIR example.
