Name: Shivati aka Razor
Age: Seventeen
Gender: Female
Rank: Weyrbrat / Candidate
Appearance:
Shivati stands roughly five foot nine from head to toe, with several good turns left of growing to do. Her skin is a creamy mixture of warm caramel and heavily creamed klah, only seldom do darker patches of drab olive rise up on her neck and face when she spends extended periods of time in the sun. Shivati enjoys dressing flamboyantly, regal colors, gloves, extravagant tunics and cloaks, anything to help her appear as dapper as possible (even if most of those splendid clothes are donated to her from various male sources around the Weyr). While the girl is tall her build verges on boyish, her waist is tapered with lean compact tightly coiled muscles and her narrow hips lack any form of femininity. The small swells of her breast are the only noticeable inclination when it comes to determining her true gender; androgynous perhaps is a term that fits according seeing as the girl is neither a beauty but also not an eyesore. Prior to candidacy the weyrborn kept her long dark-hair loosely drawn back with perfectly styled bangs that fell into her face highlighting her powdery blue eyes. Makeup was also something that the weyrbrat wore on a daily basis, a bit of color to her lips or some shadow around her eyes but due to candidacy Shivati seldom indulges in the act of vanity unless of course it a gathering day.
Personality:
Arrogant
Jealous
Dutiful
Imaginative
Passionate
Clumsy
No, you don’t understand Shivati is so important --- or that is at least what she believes. It isn’t that the girl thinks less of those around her she just is aware that she is better than most, no hard feelings it is just the truth. Shivati knows that great things will happen at her hands and she prides herself in that fac,t perhaps she hasn’t earned the right to be proud of her future accomplishments but she knows she can outperform anyone, at any time just because she is that good and she will prove it!
Despite all her amazing qualities (yes I am being snarky here) jealously seems to be the one personality trait that really does the girl in. Other people’s accomplishments irritate the youth beyond reason, whatever section of her brain that should show some sign of happiness for others good-fortune just seems to be broken and replaced with something akin to distain. Hatchings are always roughest for Shivati, watching her peers Impress and leaving her on the sands infuriates the girl to no end while also making her somewhat depressive and overall moody. There are other occasions when jealousy makes its wrathful return, being ignored or not chosen first is always sure as greens to get her boiling with the ill-tempered emotion.
While being pompous and vexed at other people’s gains Shivati is one that applies herself fully in her tasks, whether big or small and tries her hardest even when it is something that doesn’t come natural to her. The girl knows that one day she will be a rider or someone of great importance to the weyr so she makes it mission to stay diligent to all of her responsibilities; chores, training, whatever is asked of her she does it, does it well, and does it without hesitation even when the undertaking is a difficult endeavor.
Being a woman in a male dominated world leaves slim opportunity for a girl to raise to success. Brawn alone cannot achieve greatness nor can becoming a rider; however much like Kitti Ping (not that Shivati knows whom that is) she too would have to think of new and creative ways to obtain importance. Thinking of practical solutions for everyday tasks (such as new combat techniques, easier ways to transport glows or wash laundry) as well as over the top innovations to make living somewhat more safe and easier is something continuously going at the back of Shivati’s mind, it is only a matter of time before something she imagines changes the world forever.
Perhaps it is her inflated ego fuels her motivations or perhaps it is something unrelated altogether, either way Shivati is extremely passionate when it comes to personal goals. These objectives fall into numerous categories, persons, places, things, when Shivati feels strongly enough about a topic she regards it with a reserved tenderness and will do anything in her power to obtain it, preserve it, or fight for it.
Two left feet, all thumbs, not all the time but more often than not Shivati finds herself staggering over her overly-large feet or tripping over non-existent things in her path, maybe once she has finished growing she will be less awkward. Though at the age of seventeen the likelihood of that is beginning to be a touch slim. Clumsy yes, a danger to herself and others; not at all. Gravity isn’t the only source of staggering that Shivati finds herself falling prey to, often when the girl finds herself flustered, angry, or just really fervent about something her tongue tends to escape her and she either prattles on and on or simply butchers words altogether.
History:
Born at High Reach Weyr Shivati learned to tolerate others at a very young at within the Crèche. Children, her peers, smaller screaming brats that didn’t deserve the kindness the workers bestowed upon them. Each turn was spent hoping that she would be fostered away from the crowded communal living area that she was forced to dwell within. Shivati felt she deserved better, she felt she deserved individual attention yet somehow being fostered out of the crèche made her feel as if she was a failure in some regard. Weyr life she knew required socializing and even if she didn’t fully understand why she knew it was important to play the part otherwise the functionality of the society faltered. Not all of her playmates were deplorable; some she even found herself taking a liking to, normally the older children that held a bit more maturity piqued her favorability until they left for candidate training. Ever since she was little all Shivati wanted to do was Impress to a dragon, much like every other child in all of Pern yet the little weyrborn knew she had a better chance than anyone else; she could feel it. Most of her time in the Crèche was spent daydreaming and talking to others about their goals and aspirations, for some of her crèche-mates the topics she chose were a bit too deep which just further convinced the girl that she was just better than most people though as she aged she learned to enjoy the quant thinkers and doers knowing that she would blaze past them once she had the chance.
At the age of twelve that opportunity arrived, candidate training began and for the first time in her life she felt she was truly being challenged. Scholarly work came naturally to her, though sometimes the ways she ended up at the right answers was completely convoluted and overly thought-out; still correct was correct. Physically though Shivati lacked in every sense of the way, she held a disproportionate build with chubby arms and spindles for legs. Most of the fitness training was grueling for the youth but she didn’t give in, she refused to quit even though she had to go through the regiment twice before graduating to the combat portion of the program. By this time Shivati had lost the baby-weight that held her back, muscle replaced fat and her thighs and calves became toned and lean, her stomach developed rippled sections that felt hard to the touch. Once her body was in top physical condition self-defense and combat training became the most enjoyable parts of her day, it was the time when she could prove how much better she was than those around her and solidify her importance to the candidatemaster in hopes he would put in a good word for her when it came to be become a squire.
Month twelve proved to be the most rewarding time in her lengthy span of candidacy, she had hoped for a Bronze Rider to approach her maybe even the Weyrleader himself yet the man that chose her was a brown rider. The shaved head and lack of curves more than likely confused the man as to what gender she was however even upon finding out she was female he decided to keep her serving under him; she threw a mean hook and was keen, maybe not as keen as a proper lad but she would do especially if she managed to Impress. Each passing turn makes the brown rider a bit more leery in his choice of squire yet seeing Shivati’s own disappointment is enough to keep him from giving her too rough of a time for her short comings, she still has a decent length of time before she ages out and he fully plans on dropping her as a squire well before then.
Misc.: Shivati once . . . she Impresses or ages out plans to grow her hair back out yet . . . when it does I would like for her hair to be a much, much paler shade verging on white, she can dye it if need be or perhaps it is due to stress? Either way, I would enjoy that greatly if permitted.
