Name: Nelioa
Age: 16
Sex: Female
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Craft: N/A
Rank: N/A
Physical Description: A tall scrap of a girl budding into womanhood, her body hasn't yet caught up with the idea of growing into proper proportions. In fact she could be mistaken as a young lad at first glance should one not look to long. As she stands now she is too long and lanky to be a propper girl. Her long legs are well suited for running and are starting to build a firmer muscle. She has bright blue eyes that almost seem a bit too large for her slender face. Her long ebony hair is normally pulled back in a loose pony tail or braid to keep it out of her face. One day when she fills out she might have a form..somewhere. Until then she remains almost as strait as stick.
Personality: Nelioa is not a shy girl and when faced with meeting new people she will gladly present herself. Though she may feel nervous around a group of adults she will do her task and more often than not make a bumbling fool of herself in the process. A little on the clumbsy side when her head is in the clouds.
She is care free and optomistic of what the next day will bring. A childlike youth to fit her body. As would many a young youth she would rather spend her day carelessly lounging in the sun or off sneaking about forbidden places. Always one for a little adventure or excitement.
Scrubbing pots or cooking are things she greatly dislikes, which is one of the reasons why its given to her as a punishment. She will do just about anything to get out of it, including helping her mother with healing (though her mother hardly accsepts anymore as its more trouble than its worth).
Dirt doesnt bother her and she enjoys outside activities such as helping to gather herbs and if she can get the chance to slip away a good hike around the weyr grounds. Nothing is worse than being stuck inside of the weyr due to bad weather for hours on end. No only due to the lack of fresh air, but also because when you get everyone cramped up together generall dispositions go sour quickly. More often than not she cant dally about her tasks as much, which is her main issue with being indoors.
Addmittedly she is a little lazy, she doesnt like to do much in the form of tasks or chores. She doesnt have any drive for what the future may bring besides thinking about what she wants to do the next day. More than once she has had more work piled on top of her for trying to avoid it, and scrubbing pots tossed on top for good mesure. Not much holds her intrest for long which in part is why she hasnt chosen or been selected for a craft.
She lacks much in talent, if there is a way to mess something up, generally she will find it. If the girl didnt have bad luck it is said she wouldnt have any luck at all. Though maybe if she spent half as much time trying to just do as she is told rather than trying to get out of doing it she wouldnt have that problem.
Hatchings are exciting times, and while the accutal event is something of delight she hates the preperation time before hand. People from all over being shuttled in by dragon to watch the impressions all the food that needs cooking. Things are so busy during that time that while she can often sneak away for a few moments to herself she is often found out and then directed to make herself useful some where.
History: Having grown up in the weyr she learned the ins and outs as soon as she was old enough to walk and run. While trouble isnt always something someone wants it seems to find her in more ways than one, needless to say she has spent alot of time in the kitchens scrubbing the most unsavory pots.
Rulioa, her mother had a soft touch and was one of the weyr's healers. For a long time her mother had sought to have her follow in that path but the sight of blood often made Nelioa's stomach churn. When she was young she had fallen and gashed her leg open while running through the weyr. There had been a lot of blood and to this day she has a scar near her knee. Her mother had done her best to patch her up, ease her pain with numbweed but the blood had just kept coming.
Growing up with out a father never hindered her life. There was more than enough chores to be dished out around the weyr and enough eyes on her that she felt safe inside its walls. When ever the subject of her father,Nellaren, was brought up her mother would change the subject but she had always noted the tone of sadness in her mothers voice. After awhile she just stopped asking to save her mother the pain. Her father remains a mystery to her to this day save but a name and the title of dragon rider and rumors.
Perhaps being a single parent and wanting to lavish all her love on her children caused her mother to give her too much freedom. Having learned the art of skirting her chores and making them take much longer than they should with detores around the weyr, she had often scouted the best hiding places to call her own.
Her younger brother was always a pain in her side. A shining example of everything she wasnt. While she always seemed to try her best her brother seemed to do everything with a flawless grace. Her envy for him went beyond sibling rivalry. Though she loved him dearly as her kin she wished that she possesed even half his talent.
When the time came for choosing the candidates she never in her wildest dreams thought she would be chosen. Her breath had caught in her chest and it was one of the few times this strong, lanky young girl had looked as shocked as a wherry caught in a snare.
Pets: Her mother had been given an flitt egg as a thank you for her hard work at the weyr over the years. Having never liked the creatures much and not seeing them of use she passed the egg off to her daughter. Nelioa has never been so thankful. It later hatched into a little green that can be seen with her no matter where she is.
Other/Talents: A slight affinity for drawing but little more than doodles and sketches.
Will this character be a candidate? (Yes/No) Yes
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