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Name: Jemi
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Sexual Preference: Bisexual, pre is biological male, but she won’t say no to trans
Craft/Hall/Rank: Junior guard/ Apprentice messenger
Personality: Jemi is extremely confident; she has to be to keep up with a barrack of men and to prove that she earned her position and was not given it because her father and the captain are in a relationship. A strange awkward relationship considering her father is still dedicated to her mother but hey, s**t happens. She is bold, forward, and secure in herself. She will succeed time and time again to prove herself.

Composed, the barracks can be a vulgar crass place to be in and Jemi has the ultimate of all poker faces as a result. She keeps on track, no matter how many quips the men may make about her monthly. They are immature, the lot of them. Or on her looks, it is not her fault her nose was broken and set crooked though she could shape his nose to match. Just try her.

Temper, Jemi has a temper. She knows this, she tries to control it but after awhile and one crack too many her fist tends to find someone's face. Jemi been working on this and more often she will snap at one of the older guards for a spar. Sparring has its own set of rules to follow and lets her release her anger in a positive manner.

Temper and Composure. Jemi is not a red face raging monster when her temper gets the better of her. She likely to smile and smoothly put her fist in someone face. Or to say in a calm rational manner 'If you do not stop, I will feed you your tongue,' and preceded to capture said person hair in her hands and jerk them down the same time her knee is rising up. "I want to spar" is handled much the same way but separated considering the person she is working with isn't the person she is angry with. She uses it to burn off temper.

Bitter, perhaps from the multiple of breaks up or the fact that she would never look good in one of the popular style dresses, Jemi harbors quite a bit of resentfulness to woman in general. Her relationships with men have often ended up in violent fights when she learns they only gave her attention to look good in her father's eyes. If she didn't like certain parts of their anatomy she would swear off them all together.

Thrill junkie, Jemi likes to go fast. The rush of adrenaline as she urges her runner to the maximal speed, the way her stomach drops as she takes a jump. The surge of pride when she manages to toss a larger opponent or manages to catch Wen before he sneaks up on her. Jemi pushes herself, head tossed and eyes bright and joyous sometimes beyond her means.

Suspicious, because of Jemi father's position in the guard and her own past of bad breakups Jemi finds it hard to trust people. Men mainly but woman also ping her s**t list. It is a bad cycle since her past relationship leave her bitter, so she becomes suspicious that her boyfriend might be cheating on her and then he might leave her and it just becomes a horrible cycle. Jemi nearly thinking of swearing off dating all together. Then there Wen and as much as they are together and not, it is difficult to describe. Wen doesn’t count.

Physical Description: Jemi is not a pretty lady. She is large, shaped like a brick and has had her nose smashed in repeatedly. She had very short black hair, sharp brown eyes, and olive skin. She is 5'9'' and a hundred seventy pounds of pure hard pack muscle. Flat chest and flat hip.

Jemi styles herself as a boy. No, really she does. No dresses for this lady and she likely wouldn't blink if she found herself in the body of a man. Though that might cut in on her sex life a bit.

History: Jemi is the eldest surviving child of Lennox and Marian rather impressive brood of eight. The second born and first girl, Jemi was surrender by brothers, uncles, cousins and either meek house wives or strong sharp tempered women. Jemi did not get a little sister till she was eleven and by then she was such a complete rough and tumble tom boy that having a sibling to do girl things with was no longer fascinating. Jemi wanted to be a guard like her father, cousins, and uncles.

She started tailing her father to work and meet Wen. She thought the boy was younger then he was and sort of adopted him as her little brother. The little brother she always wanted, solemn and calm and not trying to stuff rock mites into her tunic.

They got along surprising well and when they both officially entered the guard became partners. They consider each other family in some weird unspoken way. Wen is Jemi's shield brother and she is his sword sister. Jemi and Wen both joined the guard when Shar finally got permission to create a messenger division to cut down the risk of important information being intercepted from Ista hold to Ista Weyr and other holds beholden to the Weyr.

She followed Wen into candidate training with abundant glee at the possibility of doing something. Something important and big and with a fire breathing dragon.

Bring things on.

Talents: Weapon preference is pole arms

Notes: Sort of dating her partner Wen… they have a thing