Journeyman Weaver/Junior Weyrling Canoake
Age: 20 Turns
Gender: Female
Prisoner: No
Crime: N/A
Candidate: Yes
Craft/Rank: Journeyman Weaver
Appearance: A gold in human form is how Canoake describes herself. She is 5'6", 135lbs with curves that would distract anyone. And she knows how to use them. Her bust would be a 40D with a realistic waist and bottom. Canoake boasts of dark brown, almost black hair that slightly lightens during the times there decent sunlight. Her eyes are a dark green and her skin tone at best would be a lighter cream color. She had an oval face with a wide mouth, raspberry lips; a long nose that turns up at the end, her eyes are rather large but well-spaced. She had higher arched eyebrows and thick lashes. She is slightly toned from having to haul rolls of cloth but not extraordinarily large; she doesn't want to appear anything less than feminine. Her favorite colors are red, russet brown and gold. She enjoys wearing hoop earrings and wildly patterned headbands that give her the look of a trader though she had never ventured past Warden Weyr and the local Hold. Her feet are small and her smile generous. On the occasion, she will wear bracelets given to her by various friends and lovers.
On a side note, Canoake is slightly bow-legged and she doesn't like her feet. Because of this, she will wear calf boots or knee boots to draw more attention to her legs and body than her feet. When she gets angry or upset, she has the bad habit of biting her nails.
Personality: If it's male, even if it's female, Canoake exists to charm them. She loves being loved and is selfish for attention. Whether she has to exaggerate on what tasks and responsibilities she has been given for the day or finding new ways to lower the neckline of her shirts, Canoake wants to be noticed. She prefers to be the center of attention but if it doesn't suit her current goal or task, then she is willing to supportive. After all, who knows when that person can return the favor? And because of this, she sometimes allows herself to be underestimated and unappreciated until it is time for her to come in and save the day.
Not to say this is a bad thing, especially for one living in a small, out of the way place who wants more out of her life than to be the espoused of a craft worker or married off to a cot holder. No, no. Canoake has plans and plans to make sure her plans succeed. Because of this, she is an excellent organizer and plotter. She has a way with people that can either come off as manipulative or charming, depending on what has to be done and who she is trying to charm. Canoake doesn't have the time or the patience for those who stand in the way of her goals and will trample over them to get what she wants in a timely fashion. Her temper burns hot and furious but burns quickly. After having her fit, Canoake will simply move on and dismiss the person from her thoughts.
Very rarely does she let anyone past the shell that she has erected around her true self, the person she can be most honest with when she is alone and out of the spotlight. Inside, she is scared and insecure about her future. Since she can remember, Canoake has worried about being worn out and broken like her mother and other lower totem workers. Though she knows she is was not born any better than any of the other child, she plans on being the one every person talks about and tries her hardest to make a lasting impression on those who can help her get ahead in life. Canoake has no true friends for which she regrets but friends are only tethers that hold one back from progressing forward in life. Who knows? Maybe one day, her connections will lead her out of the work rooms and into the glow light where she knows she truly belongs.
History: Canoake was born to Deneeva and Brymellan, 20 turns ago (the same year that the Science Team went missing) in the local Hold. Her mother was a worker who maintained the storage for clothes, threads, and other weaving equipment that came into the Hold and her father was a former guard who went back to his craft of weaving after he was permanently injured by a jacked up Crack addict. Canoake was born not screaming but staring at all those before her. The midwife had to smack her bottom to get her to cry and even then, it was more of a complaint. As she grew, everyone remarked about how delicate and pretty the young girl was and so this was how she acted. Even at a young age, she was attracted to boys and would act adorable to get what she wanted, when she wanted it. Once she was old enough for chore assignment, Canoake would make sure to get paired with someone she could charm so she would get out of doing any real hard work.
At an early age, she identified herself with mighty and aloof gold dragons that were talked about in stories told around the crèche story time, which is how she now sees herself. Once she hit ten turns, her mother and father requested, demanded, whatever, that she take up some sort of craft. Colors and pretty clothing always appealed to her so she began her stint in the weaver halls, working hard to be noticed so that she could stay or maybe go onto a larger Hold. Once puberty hit around 14 turns, her pixie frame filled out to a rather attractive young woman and thus began phase two of her plan to become well known. Canoake had no problems using her body and what she learned to advance in the Weaver Hall. She was actually enjoyed her activities and her studies but one day she gained favor with the wrong Master, who happened to be espoused. And though she didn’t lose her status in the Hall, she was asked to return back to her home hold. About 3 years ago, her parents decided to apply to move to Wardens Weyr and work with the Weavers to maintain stores of fabric, uniforms, and other necessities. While Canoake first was excited about the move, she soon realized that at 17 Turns, she was stuck in an even less worthwhile place than her Home Hold. She is secretly saving up marks to gain enough to get out of the area and someplace larger and more exciting. Her goal is to eventually become a Master Weaver and sell her intricate embroidery & designs at Gathers. But now that a small gathering of eggs has been laid, including a gold, Canoake is reevaluating her plans to see if being a dragon rider might prove to be more useful.
In her recent time at Warden's, Canoake has had no problems speaking her mind. She has made nothing but antagonistic relationships, which do not bother her. When she went to touching, her mind started to waver slightly about whether or not the eggs should even hatch. Though, she didn't let anyone else know this.
And then, the gold died. And her rider was pretty much behind her. When M'onk, forcefully dragged them out to the Sands, it was Canoake who was the first to stand up to the Warden. It was only with some angrily muttered words by V'tyai and the actions of some others that she actually back down. Then Hatching occured. Canoake was actually in a good position to watch both the Hatching and M'onk. So when a gray hatched out, Canoake was pleased at anything that would tweak the man's nose. Until he had it shot down.
That's when her mind began to plot. In the midst of all that plotting and helping some silly boy who got his robes ripped by a pink dragon, off all colors, that dragon decided that she was HIS! And his name was Haemath.
And together, together... Watch out, M'onk.
Other stuff: Nothing at the moment.
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