Name: TalisAge: 18
Sex: Female
Sexual Orientation: who has time for that?
Craft: Wherhandling (former...very former)
Rank: Apprentice
Location: High Reaches Weyr
Physical Description:
5'4" and relatively slender, with pale skin, violet eyes, and black hair that falls to her waist. She is still a bit thin from her time in the mines, and sports scars here and there, but the only one that most people are likely to see runs on a thin diagonal across her face and narrowly misses her left eye.
Personality:
There are bad people in this world, and not nearly enough good ones willing or able to do something about it. Talis' worldview has very little room for gray areas, aside from the one she allows for people who are forced by those stronger or more powerful to do things they otherwise would not. People are good or bad, period, and the bad ones deserve to be punished. She's not content with expecting fate to take care of it eventually, just waiting around for them to 'get theirs': that mindset is infuriating to her, and only allows the unjust to continue doing as they will. People who have the means and ability to help but choose not to are complicit , and almost as reprehensible as the criminals they allow to exist.
Once she sets her mind to something - be it an ideal or a task - there is very little that can stop her. If she feels strongly about something, she commits herself without hesitation, sure in the moment that she is right; if she turns out to be wrong, however, she will not only admit it, but agonize over it. She obsesses over every mistake and failure, to a borderline-crippling degree if the impact is serious enough. Talis never, ever lets herself forget a failure, and will be quietly tortured by each one.
Outwardly, she tends to be calm and, assuming the company isn't disagreeable, polite and passingly friendly, with a healthy enough sense of humor (albeit leaning a bit dry or grim). Push her, however, and you'll find her to be rigidly planted, contrarily stubborn if if someone with no right to tries to boss her, or takes the wrong tone with her. She has little tolerance for people who place themselves above others when they haven't earned or don't deserve it.
So long as it doesn't require a hard shift in her worldview and ideals, Talis adapts well to new environments and situations; she can find a way and a place for herself with relative ease, tolerant of any change that is neutral or for the better. If it's for the worse, she will still find a way to adjust and sustain herself, and if possible will do whatever she can to improve things. She observes carefully and learns quickly, especially physical skills, and is a natural hand with a blade. Has a soft spot for canines, but has never had one of her own.
Positive Trait List dedicated, just, adaptable/quick study
Negative Trait List overly hard on herself, prone to tunnel vision, struggles with moral gray areas (black-and-white worldview)
History:
Honest, fair, and hard-working, Talis would have thrived had she grown up somewhere like Tillek, but unfortunately for her, she was born to Nabol. Her mother made a decent living as a masseuse, while her father was an astronomer, which was certainly not the most practical or profitable of occupations; with just the one income to support all three of them, money was often uncomfortably tight, but for the most part they squeaked by. But Nabol was a dangerous place to live for anyone of low means, and when Talis was 14, her father was murdered - not for any reason anyone could discern, just because.
Previously, she had thought to take after her mother in craft (less because it was appealing to her and more because it was practical for their situation), but that night changed her mind. She decided that she wanted to protect people, to prevent such terrible things from ever happening in the first place. So she and her mother saved and scraped together everything they had, sold a number of her father's things, and paid for an apprenticeship into wherhandling, so that she might one day become a guard. At first, Talis was too focused on her goal and too blinded by her own idealism to see that the guards of Nabol, well...weren't exactly the sort who worried about preventing crime, unless the potential victims were favored and wealthy. She was a couple of turns into her apprenticeship, now old enough and with enough training to start going along on some assignments, by the time she really started to see things for what they were, and she was horrified. Not only by the way Nabol worked, but by how long it had taken her to see it. Her being a guard, whether she got a watchwher or not, wasn't going to help anyone who actually needed to be helped.
Upset with this reality and with herself, she decided to take matters into her own hands. She continued with her training, and on the surface did her best to seem unbothered by the workings of Nabol, but in her off time began sneaking off, hooded and face covered, to do what she had originally set out to do: help people. It was all relatively trivial stuff in the beginning, chasing down a thief here or scaring off a mugger there, but in time, what were little annoyances for those pulling the strings started to add up. Ignorant of this, however, she continued for the better part of a turn, becoming more ambitious as she went.
Over time, she became more than just a minor irritation, while also becoming a bit overconfident. A trap was set for her, she fell into it, and once caught, was sold into the mines. There she remained for a hard, bitter turn, often in trouble for willfulness and defiance, which sooner rather than later would have been the end of her, had she not been rescued by way of Search to High Reaches.
Other: what am I even doing this time. orz
Candidate Specific Questions
Do you want them to have an official Search RP? No
Do you understand they will age every passing year regardless if you're there to RP the or not? Yes
Do you want them to have a possible Stands Impression? No
