Name: Rinfala
Age: 19
Sex: Female
Orientation: Straight
Craft: N/A
Rank: Candidate
Physical Description: Rinfala is a rather tall 5'8", with a slender figure. She has jet black hair that is usually kept in a braid or tied back, and icy blue eyes that stand out in her tanned skin. Her face is long and angular, stopping just short of being exaggeratedly so. She usually wears close-fitting, practical tunics of any color except orange. She carries a belt knife, which was bought with the excuse that "it might come in handy". Rinfala knows how to use it, too--the result of many long hours of practice. She has a tendency to be a little too formal in the face of authority, but otherwise opts for a fairly relaxed posture.
Personality: Rinfala is a strong-willed female with a very strange sense of humor. To those she deems not idiotic, she is pleasant, with a biting sense of sarcasm at times (subtract the 'pleasant' around idiots). Readily taking charge during an emergency (with a choice word or two for whoever let it GET that bad), she shies away from true leadership ranks--it's just a hassle in her mind. She's preparing herself to accept the flights as she must (she sees it as a fair price to pay for Impressing), but outside of them, you wouldn't catch her in bed with a woman, oh no--she'd flee the weyr of any female she woke up next to with something akin to horror. She takes orders well for the most part, with the occasional rebellion when she thinks they're just plain stupid. Speaking of stupidity, she has very little tolerance for it, and doesn't hesitate to say so...she's got just as much tolerance for gossip, if not less.
At social gatherings, Rinfala is neither particularly shy or outgoing, falling somewhere in between based on her mood, the occasion, and how much she enjoys being around those present. Friends often receive good-natured teasing, while those she dislikes are treated to either the cold shoulder or open scorn. If she doesn't like you, you'll know it. If she does like you, you'll know that too--the exception being the 'other' kind of like, where she becomes awkward and shy. Fortunately for her, she's not supposed to be getting entangled in relationships anyways.
History: Rinfala grew up as the eldest daughter of two Journeyman Beastcrafters in Keroon Hold. She was a very rough-and-tumble little girl, never in any way interested in frills and girly things. She prided herself on 'being one of the boys' and was often the winner of small scuffles. Her sister couldn't have been more different, and was very indignant at having her older sibling be the way she was. Rinfala hit puberty like a brick wall. The change was quite sudden, as she went from Hold-wide tomboy to unexpectedly being the object of much attention from 'the boys.' Before she got a good chance to make a good impression on said boys however, she was Searched to become a Candidate for Ista Weyr. Standing for several Turns meshed her into Weyr life well enough, although she remains as stubbornly interested in males and only males since the day she hopped down from the Search dragon--rumor mill bedamned!
Pets: Shim (gold flit, purchased from Talis), Killer (green flit, Shim's first clutch)
Other/Talents: She's reasonably knowledgable about runner-beasts, as they were her parent's specialization. Intermediate level of skill with a belt knife, albeit very rusty. Impressive vocabulary of foul language.
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