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Handler
Name: Siata
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual? 9 out of 10 people she likes are women but there is always that 10th person
Rank: Bronzehandler + Journeyman Smithcrafter
History:
Born at Trine to a large family called the creche, round and screaming and full of flailing little fists. She caused Issues, running around, getting into trouble, and pretty much having way too much energy and smiles. Despite being big for her age - always - Siata never had much of a temper. She kept her fists to herself and at eight, she put that strength to good use as an Apprentice Smithcrafter. She never went to the Hall, sticking through the apprenticeship with a Journeyman that eventually whisked her off to Malvren Weyr for whatever reasons when she turned sixteen.

She Stood for some clutches (why not?) balancing Candidacy with apprenticeship with little sleep and bright smiles - why not? It kept her out of trouble and for a social and high energy woman, that is very important.

Siata Walked the tables a little early at 18 and hit up her Journeyman status with gusto. It was fun! She had some time to herself... and quickly realized that was a bad idea. Siata with too much time to herself meant a lot of socialization and drinking. The socialization was good, the drinking not so much.

Enough being enough and tired of standing for a dragon she was pretty sure would never come, Siata got into the whole Wher thing. She threw herself into the Wher apprenticeship just as much as she had her Smithcrafting. The idea of having a huge, ugly beast as her companion as opposed to something in the air that couldn't properly protect appealed to her immensely. She hoped for a bit of green or blue when her opportunity came, something small enough to smack goggles on to help with the heavier things in her forge.

Twenty-one, she'd gone through the wher candidacy and a wher said GO FOR IT. She received a smallish egg, pleased as punch, and then out tumbled a cocky growling bit of bronze. Right. Well. Change of plans, but they were good changes - she instantly loved her little Siask in all of his feline glory. She considers the big ugly beast her Baby and calls him such, along with her 'big ugly man' and 'beautiful'. She's taken offense to people hating on him.

Time passed. It was awesome. He kept her busy, used her strength and attention, she worked harder than ever. When it came time for LE GLORIOUS REVOLUTION, she... okay, being kind of stupid when it came to politics and not giving a flying ********, Siata totally didn't realize things were going on until the stuff went down. She's not proud of the fact that her wher battered her into the craft room before ripping anyone who came near to shreds. Her size and strength aside, she's a lover, not a fighter, and honest hand to hand combat is not a strong point.

They left with the little Bastion tribe to Trine after that. Home sweet home or... something. She's trying to keep out of the way and out of trouble - being one of the wherhandlers not on the revolution side regardless, she doesn't want to get lynched or otherwise killed for her position in life.

Siask, naturally, doesn't care.

Description: Siata
Siata is tall for a woman, almost tall for a man, hitting 6' with her hair ruffled up like a roosters. Thick with muscle, Siata once had a curve to her body, that dip of a waist, the slight widening of the hips, but now she is a solid little chit of muscle, tightly packed and willing to show off with short-sleeved vests and fitted pants. She always has on belts filled with odds and ends, a few weapons here and there, food stuffs, a muzzle in case Siask decides to be extra bloodthirsty. (Weaponless during Revolution due to not being prepared, of all days to lose her damned belt!)

Her natural olive tone darkened to chestnut brown over the years thanks to a very active life outside. Siata keeps her hair cut to about an inch in length, a thick matte black, and she doesn't have 100% of her eyebrows due to a scar from the corner of her eye to center of her forehead. While the cut was far enough away from her eye to prevent vision damage, it still hurts if she is out in the sun too much. Her hands are weathered and her ears are gauged (size 2). Her jaw is strong, nose crooked from multiple breaking and was straight/long enough as a child that she is prevented from looking like a pug. Her saving grace are her eyes: almond shaped and a vivid, bright green surrounded by too many lashes.

She is proud of her smile - Siata will claim it makes her look quite handsome, as it is crooked and roguish with all of her bright white teeth.
Personality: Siata is abrasive and loud, a beer drinking, back slapping, loud laughing, teeth showing, no ******** giving about your hurt feelings woman, more of a lover than a fighter.

First things first: Siata is a 'Bro'. She uses words like 'man', 'dude', and 'rock on', save for those pesky times where she is on duty and is required to say things like 'ma'am' and 'sir'. She's good with respect and authority since chaos is kind of a total issue when it comes to anarchy being a bad idea. She's not a fan of anarchy. The leaders that tend to leave with their yelling fail to impress but... what can you do.

She wants to go out with 'the guys', drink some beer to tell horribly embaressing stories that weren't so funny ten years ago when they happened. She likes to flirt with the ladies of all sorts and the men that can beat her at arm wrestling. The sense of humor is along the lines of crude and abrasive, she isn't aware that it isn't lady like to laugh with teeth showing, and if she did she wouldn't give a s**t. Being honest means sometimes hurting feelings but, luckily, she knows when to lie a bit in order to keep from being punched in the face. Not big lies! Just... little lies, like if a dress makes someone look bigger. She likes bigger anyway so it's not like it matters.

Siata never really had an issue speaking her mind or pushing her way through things. Authority is to be respected, but if she is right, she is right. The forge is something she thinks of as her sanctuary and enjoys exploring new things like "fiddly bits". She personally dislikes shiny hides, well aware that she is now among the ranks of aforementioned shiny hides. Luckily enough, Siask kind of hates all company except for females about to Run.

Of course, being in charge means that one has to get their hands dirty - directing from the sidelines is distasteful and downright disrespectful. Si'ta plunges into the 'lower' work of her Craft, preforming tasks that one would typically only assign to Apprentices. Basics, basics, basics, they're something you need to know, a belief she holds to a near-religious standpoint. Anyone who considers themselves above such work is below her affection, someone Siata would see as useless, prideful, too vain to be of any real worth in the workplace. Ethics in life and in her Craft is something that Siata treasures - which also includes discrepency when it involves some of her clients.

Maybe there's a softer side to her, somewhere, that underneath the thick skin and rough edges, a marshmallow that loves kittens and backrubs, long walks on the beaches exists. Just as likely is that with Siata, what you see is what you get, and that she is as honest as anyone could be with themselves. Who knows? Si'ta doesn't, nor does she care, she just lives her life as she wants to and to hell with worrying over it.

Other: HEY GURL HEEEEY, HOW YOU DOIN'? Wanna go out for some drinks, I'm buying, and damn, girl, you got a nice smile.

Wher
Name: Siask
Age: 2
Colour: Bronze
Description: [X]

Solidly built, stocky without looking heavyset, and capable of impressive leaps and turns of speed thanks to his powerfully muscled limbs, Siask is the luxury sports car of the wher world. This isn't to say he's any less ugly than the average wher... just that he wears it really, really well. It's something about the way he carries himself: smug as hell and perfectly confident in his own skin.

His coloring is a soft tawny golden-bronze spattered with darker rosettes down his sides. He's long-bodied and low-slung, with a long thin tail and a short sturdy neck. Siask has one unusual talent in particular, and that is climbing. He is particularly fond of climbing up to a difficult-to-reach area, lying in wait, and then pouncing on whatever hapless prey is unlucky enough to wander within his reach.
Personality: There is something purely primal, almost ancient about Siask. This wher is 100% natural bronze, and don't you forget it. He's a predator, a wild thing, a trickster who could be turned towards altruism or towards self-serving desires at his handler's whim. He has the potential to be a tremendous force for either the good of the weyr... or for sowing discord. It's really up to his handler.

If Siask wants something, he gets it. He sees it, he decides it's his, it will become his. This is not up for argument. He is completely aware that he is a metallic wher, and of all the various responsibilities and privileges he perceives as his by birthright. He's terribly fond of anything shiny and valuable... and if his handler is not already reasonably well-off upon bonding, Siask will endeavor to ensure that he becomes so. He's a jealous creature, and if another handler has something, he'll want his handler to have it too. He picked the best, after all, because he is the best.

He is largely solitary, preferring not to hang around much with other whers... the exception being females close to Running, to whom he will stick like glue. (It might get kind of annoying, actually.) In everything else, and especially with other browns and bronzes, he will be highly territorial. He won't restrict his handler from interacting with other humans at all (and in fact will probably encourage it) but being buddies with other bronze handlers might get - tricky, at times. Manageable, but tricky.

He will always have a curious fondness for blood. Even after his adult teeth have grown in and he's graduated on to hunting, he will sometimes blood his kills like a gold before a Run, lapping it up with every appearance of great enthusiasm.

He is inspired by Nagual (Mesoamerican) and written for you by Tua!
Other: At least he isn't her murderous, small, twisted green Siatask...