Approved Character

Name: Mirea
Age: 19
Sex: Female
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Craft: Artist
Rank: Apprentice
Physical Description: The female is... interesting in looks. To start her appearance is that of a young woman in the throws of her youth. Her figure is fit for running and twisting out of tight places. The planes of her belly are flat and sculpted, toned from much traveling. She nervously bites her nails so at any given time she can be found with nails that are far too short and nailbeds with small nicks in them.

Though lean she is not without her womanly traits. She is supple of breast and holds curves enough. Her features are also fair, of more classical beauty. Deep brown locks tumble down passed her shoulders. Most of the time this is kept tied back in a low tail so that it will not get in the way. Her skil holds scars that normally dot the figure of any adventuring creature. However since her complexion is that of cream she has a tendency to burn before tanning. But the sun does bring out her eyes.


Personality: In retrospect her personality is that of someone who had seen the hardships of the world and lived through them mostly unjaded. Her demeanor is often that of an amused, observant cat. She regularly sits quietly by herself, taking in the world around her as it passes by. Little escapes her and because of this behavior she has a vast library of knowledge in that head of hers.

However for all her observation the young lady can be very blunt. She is not afraid to say what is obvious and what may not want to be heard. Many times she has gotten in trouble for this little quirk of hers. Her preference for solitude and observational tendencies have led to her being a bit socially awkward. She tends to get nervous needlessly and feels others are judging her, since her birth mother found her to be "not good enough" she is constantly feeling sub-par and of little consequence. This insecurity leads to her burning need to keep her body fit. She works out every morning, running, lifting, bending, anything she can do. Sometimes that means picking up extra chores, and sometimes it means running, anywhere and everywhere.

Given the option Mirea would far prefer to watch a conversation then take part in it, though she does have occasional input and loves to make people laugh, since, she feels, laughter is an accomplishment worth reveling in.


History: At birth Mirea's mother wouldn't even look at the child she had just created. She wanted nothing more then to be rid of it and move on. Mirea was handed off to adopted parents.

The adopted parents who nurtured her were kindly, though old in age. Both were retired artisans, her adopted father's hand stricken with arthritis and her adopted mothers eyesight not what it used to be. They'd never been blessed with children, Kolani (mother) unfortunately barren. She was their sixth adopted child so didn't lack in playmates as she grew. By the time she was ten she was a fast, scrappy little thing that could out run most of her brothers. Even then when the eldest, Sorin, was able to catch her she managed to wiggle out of his tickle holds.

Growing up in a Harper Hall had its advantages too. She learned a lot just by watching or listening to others or sneaking in to observe a class. Though she liked music and often tried to play something or sing she wasn't quite up to snuff for being an apprentice.

But that wasn't to say that she didn't excel in other things. A traveling Master Artist noticed her skill with sketching. He'd caught her sketching on one of the halls walls with a lump of charcoal she'd filched from the ash beds in the kitchen pits. The youngster had been trying to draw a preening green dragon, one of the Weyrless that had stopped by to visit family. Though raw and unrefined she'd had potential. So with the permission of her parents off she went to travel the world with her Master.

Not long after reality hit her in the face hard. Gone was her old life, the protected bubble her parents kept her in as a child was popped quite abruptly. She experienced many hardships through her travel, seen famine and other plagues against humanity. Food was scarce and sometimes there wasn't even a place to sleep at night except under the stars.

All that changed when at fourteen her and her master traveled to Ista Hold. It was on the request of a steward seeking to have a portrait of himself done since he was old in years and didn't have much time left. While there the unforeseen had happened. Her Master suffered a mild heart attack. Though it wasn't lethal her mentor was deemed infirm and so she resided there for a time. Between seeing to her former master, and continuing her craft Mirea was kept busy within the Hold. She saw a dragonman or two come and go, but nothing prepared her for the day a full wing of dragonmen arrived.

It was only a scant few turns after her master's downturn that they came. She heard the whispers first from servants before she ever saw a wing or heard an alarm. Dragons had appeared from between and were now headed for the Hold, it was said, in search. She knew what this meant from the stories her parents told her every evening of her youth. Dragonmen searched for candidates to stand on the hatching sands and possibly Impress a baby dragon.

The evening that they arrived she was meant to be out of the Hold but a turn of events the week before had demanded she stay there. The riders had taken a tour of the Hold and selected a few people before taking supper and continuing their search. Mirea will never forget the day a rider from Ista Weyr turned to her and pointed. She had been chosen to stand and would have a chance at an Impression.


Pets: None

Other/Talents: Just her art and her observational skills.

Will this character be a candidate? Yes

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