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 Posted: Wed Jul 08, 2009 2:57 pm
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Posted: Wed Jul 08, 2009 2:59 pm
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Posted: Wed Jul 08, 2009 3:00 pm
Profile Name: Mirelle
Age: 47
Sex: Female
Craft: Bakercraft
Rank: Journeywoman
Physical Description: Mirelle has aged rather well. She has long since passed the age of beauty but might be considered handsome if someone were being generous. She still wears her hair long but coiled into a tight bun, and while it is still honey-coloured in places it is streaked heavily with grey. She is thick-waisted and heavy, though not enough to hamper quick, brusque motion. Her face is lined, especially around her eyes, and has started to sag a bit at the jowls. Only her piercing blue eyes remain as young and sharp as they ever were; she could glare a hole through a stone wall if the drudges were acting up on the other side of it.
Mirelle dresses as plainly as she can and wears a heavy apron that covers as much of her clothing as possible. She tends to look disgruntled, dusted in flour, and is almost always holding a large wooden spoon, with which she deals deadly justice.
Personality: Mirelle might have been polite or understanding once upon a time, but it's gone now. She speaks very rarely, and if she speaks at all, it is likely something nasty, usually a sharp criticism directed at one of the cooks under her or a reprimand for a Candidate who’s gotten lax in his vegetable peeling. She seems to see everything that goes on and watches the kitchens like a Queen does her clutch—with an overwhelming sense of disapproval for all but a few. She smiles only rarely, and if that look indicates the highest praise and admiration that she could ever offer. Quick and abrupt with anyone who doesn’t ‘belong’ in 'her' kitchens, she will immediately grab anyone, be he weyrbrat or Wingleader, and put a knife and basket of tubers in his hand if he is so foolish as to venture into the kitchens during prep-times. At those times, she becomes a positive terror, swooping down on anyone who doesn’t meet her standards and berating them. She is perfectly willing to terrorize and threaten, and wields the long wooden spoon she carries like a weapon.
While her words are sharp, it is rare that Mirelle will live up to her threats—only repeat or grave offenders ever receive a smack from her spoon, and she has never actually come after anyone with a knife or cleaver, though admittedly, that is likely because an unsettling half-smile coupled with a raised sharp object generally sends even the most hardened of criminals scrambling. Outside of the kitchens, she retains her brusque manner, though she tends to be significantly less sharp when she has no power over those around her. Perfectly comfortable in most situations, she nevertheless prefers to stay within her ‘domain’. In general, she treats people with the same succinct, almost terse, courtesy no matter their rank or position in the Weyr or elsewhere. She has a minor soft spot for children under five and will occasionally slip them sweetrolls or candied fruit when she thinks nobody is looking.
She has a knack for making people do what she wants, mostly by giving them an order and then ignoring them until they do it, and if that fails, by glaring hard at them and brandishing her spoon. Though she is brusque, Mirelle is a good teacher and very gentle with students who are willing to listen and learn. She'll never turn a student away. Woe betide those who attempt to steal food from her kitchen!
Pets: None; she will tolerate none but tonight’s meal and the canines who turn the spits.
Other/Talents: She is a good cook in all aspects, though her main area of expertise lies in the preparation of meats and fish and she is weakest at desserts, and she wields both knife and cleaver with deadly accuracy.
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Posted: Wed Jul 08, 2009 3:02 pm
History Mirelle was born and raised at Benden Hold. Her father was a tannercraft journeyman, her mother a simple kitchen drudge. The pair had six children, of which Mirelle was the youngest. By the time she was old enough to be following her mother into the kitchen and helping with chores, her two eldest sisters had gone off and married well, her oldest brother was a journeyman in the same craft as his father, and another of her brothers was a Candidate at Benden Weyr. The youngest of her brothers was slow, and there were really no aspirations for him at all. So the brunt of her parents’ remaining expectations fell upon Mirelle.
In reality, it was probably lucky for the girl that she had such an affinity to kitchen work and food. By the time she was eight turns, her mother had seen her talent in the area and knew what she wanted for her youngest daughter. By the time Mirelle had seen the end of her eleventh turn, she had a bakercraft apprenticeship. Her love of food superseded anything else, and Mirelle threw her entire being into the craft. When she turned sixteen, her parents decided it was time for her to begin her studies at a crafthall, and sent her off with a kiss and good wishes.
Her studies were uninteresting and long; Mirelle learned only a bit at Bakercraft Hall before she was sent off to work in the kitchens of other Holds, and sometimes Weyrs. Mirelle was never particularly interested in the nature of people she cooked for; pro-dragon or anti-dragon, they all needed to be fed and it was her responsibility to feed them. She passed from Apprentice to Journeywoman at the age of twenty-one. After that, she was sent back to Benden to work under the head cook there. She was home to cook her oldest brother's wedding dinner and got her younger brother a job in the kitchens.
She also met a boy, an aspiring young vintner, that she had eyed five turns previous, back before she left for Bakercraft hall. He had not yet married, and the pair quietly fell into a tentative courtship, until he asked Mirelle's father for her hand. Her father allowed, and they were married when Mirelle was twenty-three. She cooked, naturally, her own wedding feast.
The marriage was a happy one, but every attempt at having children ended in sadness. She miscarried twice, and a third child died of fever only months after birth, when Mirelle was thirty-five. Her relationship with her husband slowly deteriorated after that, and two turns later, Mirelle simply up and left him, transferring to Ista Weyr, where the weather was good and there was a vacancy.
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Posted: Wed Jul 08, 2009 3:09 pm
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Posted: Wed Jul 08, 2009 3:10 pm
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Posted: Wed Jul 08, 2009 3:12 pm
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Posted: Wed Jul 08, 2009 3:14 pm
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Posted: Wed Jul 08, 2009 3:15 pm
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Posted: Wed Jul 08, 2009 3:17 pm
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Posted: Wed Jul 08, 2009 3:18 pm
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Posted: Wed Jul 08, 2009 3:22 pm
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Posted: Wed Jul 08, 2009 3:27 pm
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Posted: Wed Jul 08, 2009 3:29 pm
Roleplay * - denotes dead RP
Current:
A Very Serious Matter - S'van - Link
Homeless and Wandering! - Several - Link *
Complete:
Post-Hatching Feast (Horse Clutch) - All - Link
Getting to the Bottom of This - Firyal - Link
What a NIGHT! - Marko, Xeran - Link
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Posted: Wed Jul 08, 2009 3:30 pm
Credits The Dragonriders of Pern ® series copyright Anne McCaffrey
Official Shop Art/Graphics: Leikkun
Characters belong to me
Character art belongs to its respective creators
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