Name:
Mya
Age:
17 Turns
Sex:
Female
Sexual Orientation:
Heterosexual
Craft:
Beastcraft
Rank:
Apprentice/Candidate
Physical Description:
Possessing the stature of the "nobleborn" females, being of slim stature and of medium height, Mya does not look like someone who had seen much hard labor in her lifetime. However, the tan shading over her naturally pale skin and the sun-bleached strands mixed in with the mass of dark-blonde hair reveal she spends more time outside then in. Overlarge tunics of dark brown and faded green, along with leather breeches are her choice of dress; she often wanders barefoot though "boots" tied to her shins with leather straps often work when the ground is too hot or cold. She keeps her shoulder-length locks tied back with a strap of old leather when working.
Personality:
Mya has something her father claimed to be the "patience of the saints"; it takes much for the young girl to go over the edge and lash out at someone in a fit of annoyance or anger, despite how often her brothers have tried over the years. Warm and gentle, soft-spoken and kind, the young apprentice is someone another can go to for a shoulder to cry on or for a word to cool a head heated by anger.
She is also charismatic, able to laugh or hold a conversation on many topics with others. But she does know when to focus on an important task should it be required of her. Not to mention give a tongue lashing when its just fully needed: be it Flitt or Person or fellow Candidate.
Her focus tends to be one of her fatal flaws, though. More then once she had become do into a task, its been teased the person trying to bring her out needs a pry bar to do so. This can also lead to a lack of sleep on her part as well or a lack of stopping to eat as well.
History:
Mya was born within the walls of Ista Hold, brought into the world within a small family of Beastcraft and Fishcrafters (Her father being the latter and her mother being the former) along with her two elder brothers.
Aside from the typical family quarrals and the storms that rolled off the oceans' length, and the hard work her family did to keep bread on the table, Mya could say her life was not that terrible. Aside from the constant fish smell that seem to cling to her eldest brother after he came home from the docks.
When brought to the unknown walls of the Weyr, Mya swiftly settled into the hardworking life of the Candidate. Twice she has stood thus far, twice she has been denied her life's companion.
But all hope was not lost for this bundle of confidence. She would wait, she would wait as long as need be.
Mya
Age:
17 Turns
Sex:
Female
Sexual Orientation:
Heterosexual
Craft:
Beastcraft
Rank:
Apprentice/Candidate
Physical Description:
Possessing the stature of the "nobleborn" females, being of slim stature and of medium height, Mya does not look like someone who had seen much hard labor in her lifetime. However, the tan shading over her naturally pale skin and the sun-bleached strands mixed in with the mass of dark-blonde hair reveal she spends more time outside then in. Overlarge tunics of dark brown and faded green, along with leather breeches are her choice of dress; she often wanders barefoot though "boots" tied to her shins with leather straps often work when the ground is too hot or cold. She keeps her shoulder-length locks tied back with a strap of old leather when working.
Personality:
Mya has something her father claimed to be the "patience of the saints"; it takes much for the young girl to go over the edge and lash out at someone in a fit of annoyance or anger, despite how often her brothers have tried over the years. Warm and gentle, soft-spoken and kind, the young apprentice is someone another can go to for a shoulder to cry on or for a word to cool a head heated by anger.
She is also charismatic, able to laugh or hold a conversation on many topics with others. But she does know when to focus on an important task should it be required of her. Not to mention give a tongue lashing when its just fully needed: be it Flitt or Person or fellow Candidate.
Her focus tends to be one of her fatal flaws, though. More then once she had become do into a task, its been teased the person trying to bring her out needs a pry bar to do so. This can also lead to a lack of sleep on her part as well or a lack of stopping to eat as well.
History:
Mya was born within the walls of Ista Hold, brought into the world within a small family of Beastcraft and Fishcrafters (Her father being the latter and her mother being the former) along with her two elder brothers.
Aside from the typical family quarrals and the storms that rolled off the oceans' length, and the hard work her family did to keep bread on the table, Mya could say her life was not that terrible. Aside from the constant fish smell that seem to cling to her eldest brother after he came home from the docks.
When brought to the unknown walls of the Weyr, Mya swiftly settled into the hardworking life of the Candidate. Twice she has stood thus far, twice she has been denied her life's companion.
But all hope was not lost for this bundle of confidence. She would wait, she would wait as long as need be.
