Character Name: Ofelia ( Ofie )
Age: 20
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual

Craft/Rank: Tannercraft - Sr. Apprentice (ready to walk at any time to Journeyman) /Candidate

History: Coming from an old, old (so very old) family of Tanners and whatever else generally comes with tanning, Ofelia was born and raised in the Crafthall to do nothing but that - tanning. The youngest out of a set of two, her older brother already 15 turns when she was born, Ofelia quickly became something that clung to either his side or that of her father, her mother being a Journeywoman who oft traveled to different holds and Weyrs assisting others. Whenever her mother would return her father would then go off, both parents never wanting to leave their children without for too long a period of time (Ofelia seemed pretty darn prone to causing accidents that injured others), and thus the young girl managed to grow up with a fair share of parenting from both sides. Her father taught her how to walk and talk with attitude and sway, while her mother taught her how to not be a jerk. It evened out, her brother picking up the little pieces here and there by teaching her how to be social in different levels of peer groups. Ofelia did well with the boys and girls of her own age, as well as those who were older.

Following the course of those born in the Halls, Ofelia was apprenticed as soon as she was able and took to the task as per her blood. She loved the part of her job that came to curing and dying, the different chemicals amazing and she enjoyed working with them and finding out what could and could not explode. Many of her fellow apprentices and even a few family members were victims of her attempts at finding new colors and new methods, though thankfully her exceptional curiosity was a phase she quickly outgrew only to have it replaced with a sense of stubbornness that could rival the meanest of any herdbeasts. This phase she did not outgrow, only developing it into an art form. Unfortunately the young tanner was only good at just that - tanning, and showed no signs of having either skill or interest in any of the trades that followed hand in hand. She could not work the leather into clothing like her mother, nor into boots like her brother and father, yet it did not seem to bother her nor the rest of her family. If she enjoyed tanning, they simply let her tan.

At sixteen turns Ofelia was asked to walk the tables and become an official journeyman, her turns of working with her parents, her brother, and others aiding her along the way with tips and tricks that pulled her ahead. The young woman turned down the offer (not caring that it wasn't really an offer), claiming she'd rather wait and become one around the same time her friends did. The offer came up again three turns later, when she was nineteen, though she balked at it once more. Several of her friends still weren't there yet and she didn't want to leave them behind just yet - it would be boring to move ahead without familiar faces at her side. However at her twentieth Turnday she decided that walking the tables fairly soon might be a good thing, seeing as people were starting to drop hints a little heavier than usual on it, and Ofelia agreed that at the next chance she'd Walk. Then her parents asked her for help with an errand to a hold, and she left the hall accompanied by her brother. While Apprentices, be them Junior or Senior, were not usually allowed outside of the Hall unless searched, Ofelia was given permission (and a push) thanks in part to her brother's influence and her already apparent interest in moving a rank up. She is currently traveling in order to "expand her talents", though she seems to have settled in at the Weyr rather well during her "temporary stay"

Description: Ofelia stands at about 5'7", tall and lean and toned from her years working with her family in the tannery. Small breasted and small waisted, she holds a very mild hourglass figure that only comes out when she wears very tight clothing or no clothing at all, which also in turn shows off her long arms and legs making her nearly nothing but knees and elbows. Her skin is stained from fingertips to elbows in various shades of red, brown, and yellow, leaving her to wear gloves and bandages on her arms most of the time to hide the hues. While she is not ashamed of showing the marks of her craft she knows many others might not be so easy around someone who looks like they have a patchwork quilt for skin, so she does it to make things easier. Personally she thinks it looks pretty cool and when she's alone (or in like company) she bares her arms (and legs) to the utmost.

Gifted with hair a nice shade of strawberry blond, leaning more towards reddish russet, Ofelia's hair is long and horribly taken care of, the tips of it singed from some harebrained attempt at something or another. Originally hanging past her hips it now rises to just bellow her belly button, though thanks to a harsh lesson it is always pulled up and out of her face. Usually worn in three or four buns (they look cool to her), her bangs hang in her face since they're too short and she's too lazy to get them pulled back. She has a face that is neither heart shaped nor pointed yet not quite round, leaving her with something thin and in between. She has a pretty nose and a broad forehead, as well as a small mole beneath her right eye. Her eyes are a smart shade of gray that almost seem too young for her face, continuously making her look younger even as she ages.

Personality: Loud, proud, and unashamed of herself, Ofelia carries the personality she was born with as though she were entrusted to be the Weyrleader of all of Pern. The back-slapping, fist-bumping type, she tends to fill a room with her voice and presence whenever she enters and does her best to leave an impression on everyone she comes across - be it for the better or for the worse. When speaking to others, regardless of rank, Ofelia talks as though she were amongst equals. Treating everyone the same, no one is spared from her brutally honest point of view and obvious lack of tact. Possibly see as both a good or bad thing, Ofelia's likes and dislikes are always out in the open as a clear show of her opinion, though that isn't to say she has to have an opinion on everything. Hardly willing to press an issue once it's been decided, either by her or someone else, Ofelia is certainly 'my pace' in her walk of life.

Unwilling to be wrong, even when presented with cold hard facts, Ofelia moves beyond stubborn to just plain pig-headed. Her opinion and her ideas are all that matter to her no matter how hard you tell her the truth about something, and it'll take a warm day between to make her admit that she might be a little mistaken. She's well past the age where people can say that her ignorance is bliss, instead leaving many to walk away from conversations with her having bad tastes in their mouths. She's slow to understand and even slower to anger, giving herself or her challenger plenty of time to give up. It takes a lot to make the young woman eat crow or humble pie but it's not an impossible feat, just one that it seems no one has yet to accomplish.

Ofelia loves company, having been raised in the Crafthalls, and thrives when she can be around others. Hardly a shirking violet when it comes to stepping up, she loves to take charge should the position become available or offered to her. Oddly good at reading people to delegate tasks, the Tanner has a knack for creating an efficient group that gets things done under her watch. Not that demanding of a commander, Ofelia would rather let her people offer their own suggestions and ideas before they go with her original plan anyway. She puts some effort towards listening to others even if they get disregarded, but hey - it was fun her way. Ofelia has a weak sense of hindsight, hardly ever regretting her actions or questioning her choices. Usually she can justify her means/reasons with sound (if not weird) logic (it made sense to her); very seldom can she not come up with a good reason to get herself out of a scrape.

Other:
- Ofelia is ambidextrous. This is more learned then natural, as she was forced to be able to use both hands equally in her line of work. She is more dominate and writes/draws with her left hand, though she uses her right hand for more common tasks such as eating and catching.

- Ofelia possess a green flitter named Puck (flitter won in shop event)

- If she were to Impress, Ofelia would be a Stands Impression. . . though it wouldn't stop her from doing something stupid and getting out onto the Sands somehow.