Name: Currently going by "Lezie," true name is Lesta.
Age: 24
Sex: Female
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Craft: N/A
Rank: Candidate
Location: High Reaches Weyr
Physical Description: A pale-skinned woman, above average in height and just plain average as far as shapeliness. She often has a faintly shamed look about her, a slightly closed posture and a sort of sadness in her green eyes, almost as if she is expecting someone to show up and slap her. Her hair is a dirty golden-blonde, in excellent shape and grown out nearly to knee length. She keeps it tied securely every few handlengths so the strands don't fray. She sports many ear piercings and tends to wear a lot of jewelry--practically half a stone's weight, some days.
Few will ever see or know that she carries a brutal scar that slashes down her right shoulderblade and around over her hip on the same side, the result of nearly getting herself gutted as she turned to fend off an attack from behind.
Personality: I'm bored, entertain me.
That seems to be Lesta's general attitude about life. The normal, every day stuff is just tedious, something to be taken care of only because it is necessary. She might have been satisfied if she'd be allowed to pursue her chosen craft (she had three or four dream crafts throughout her childhood), but unfortunately her younger turns were... misspent. She has all but locked herself into the very fate she dreaded.
Her way has always been to see what she wants, decide the easiest way to get it, and go for it with gusto. Her teenage desire for thrills resulted in her going off on an adventure, which didn't turn out as well as planned. Enough evil has come upon her to make her genuinely sorry for her youthful outbursts and bad decisions, and to want to atone for them. She still takes a lot of missteps, especially where her temper is concerned, but she is becoming quicker to withdraw and even quicker to apologize for it.
Her choice to accept Search and go to High Reaches Weyr was a bit of a last gasp to avoid drudgery, though, ironically, much of her time as a Candidate will be spent doing just that. Also, being constantly told what to do after a few turns living among the lawless is galling. Still, she sees only one way to save herself, and that is to look into the rainbow eyes of her lifemate. So she plans to make the sacrifice, and actually work for something for the first time in her life. Until that objective is achieved, she leans against the status quo, biding her time and hoping an opportunity for change will come.
In the meantime, she lives for her evening cups and the occasional adventure a-dragonback with a handsome fellow.
Positive Trait List Decisive, venturesome, passionate, penitent
Negative Trait List Restless, easily bored, headstrong, hot-tempered
History: Life was simpler for Lesta when she was just the bored little child of two drudges in a boring little seaside Weyrhold. She could afford to be upset that she couldn't apprentice as a dancer because her parents couldn't pay for the lessons, or for anything else she wanted to do that wasn't slaving away on something practical. She hated that she was doomed to be nothing more than a drudge, just like them. Her elder sister Lestenna seemed to stoically accept this unfairness, keeping her big nose to the grindstone like some sort of draybeast. She was so boring! So was everything else! That life just wasn't enough for Lesta.
One day, the hunger came. Crops were dying off, causing famine in many local settlements. Lesta found herself forced to tend the plantations more and more often, struggling to understand why they suddenly had to work so hard just to keep the plants alive. And on top of that, it seemed that half of what they harvested ended up being sent off to someone else! It was all so unfair.
Her thirst for change, for anything exciting to happen, was finally slaked when a group of strangers visited, some on dragons, some a-runnerback, looking to buy some food. They were louder, rowdier, and certainly much more interesting than the quiet folks of Ierne. They looked different, smelled different, dressed different, and had stories of a wide world to tell. It was enough to keep her sated for a while, dreaming of the day when she'd get a dragon of her own and leave the Weyrhold to see the world with her own two eyes. She watched Lestenna Impress gold Uridith, but Lesta was passed over by that clutch. Two turns later, she was passed over again by Uridith's maiden clutch. Life started becoming stagnant again.
When the strangers visited that time before, some of Ierne's dragonriders had seemed as taken with them as Lesta was, and for the past couple of turns, while she was out in the fields she'd sometimes see them meet the strangers to exchange packages or fly off somewhere together. They'd leave for a day, and come back with loads of food, and sometimes pretty jewelry and other baubles. Some of the men, locals and strangers alike, would swoop down and present their trinkets to other young ladies in the hold. She'd hear boring old Lestenna grumble about it, but Lesta's green eyes were becoming greener... with envy. When it was finally her turn to receive such a gift, she was smitten with it--and the man who bestowed it.
J'dan was handsome. He was a member of a traveling company of traders, and he was the most exciting thing she had ever seen. He made Lesta feel like she was exciting, too. Lestenna tried to warn her off of him, but she didn't understand the way J'dan made Lesta feel. More than once, she snuck away from the Weyrhold to join him aboard his brown to go on an adventure. How she wished for her own dragon so that she could cut ties with Ierne and have something to bring to the table when she joined J'dan's company! But every time Uridith laid a clutch, the hatchlings passed her by. Lesta was spending more and more time with J'dan and his group, who were slowly introducing her to the greyer aspects of their "business." Uridith was the only gold laying at Ierne in those days, so Lesta became bitter towards her elder sister, believing that Lestenna was punishing her for her grasping at freedom by influencing Uridith and her offspring, somehow. She held onto that belief right up until Thread fell.
J'dan's company, Lestenna and the other riders of Ierne, and other unaffiliated riders were all in the air fighting the enemy, but their efforts were mostly in vain. The thread nearly destroyed Ierne and killed many. Too many. And when his group abruptly evacuated, abandoning the Weyrhold, J'dan took a willing Lesta along with him. In her near-panic down on the ground, survival seemed most likely if she with J'dan. He would be able to provide for her, no matter what might happen to Ierne. It was only turns later, after she had experienced the harsh reality of life among raiders, that Lesta realized how selfish... and how foolish she'd been.
In the turns that followed their exit from Ierne, J'dan revealed his true colors in stark contrast to the dashing gentleman he'd been pretending to be. He still showered "his Lezie" with gifts -- endless clothing and jewelry--but now she knew exactly where they came from, and how many lives had been given for them. When she started to reject his gifts, J'dan did not take it well. Lesta escaped, but still carries the scar from his knife. A mark that serves as a reminder of the worst days of her life.
While she was with the raiders, "Lezie" had made a few inquiries at the different Weyrholds they'd visited, so she knew where Lestenna and Uridith were living. It was a Weyr that catered to her sister's militant traditionalism, of course. In her disillusioned and disheveled state, a lot of the things that Lestenna had believed were starting to make sense. At any rate, "Lezie" was ready for some structure, to have some sort of order in her life again. It was just her luck that she was Searched at High Reaches Hold when she made her way there to barter passage to the Weyr.
She'd stood half a dozen times at Ierne by right of residence, and been passed over. To have a dragon offically Search her and tell her that she seemed worthy of one of his kind was humbling. Her heart was very quiet when she arrived at the Weyr as a Candidate, wondering how she would approach her sister. Or if she even should.
Other: Younger sister to ShinosBee's Lestenna.
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 them or not? Yes
Do you want them to have a possible Stands Impression? No
