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Name: Cavera
Age: 21 Turns (3553.01.01)
Sex: Female
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Craft: Smithcraft
Rank: Jeweler Journeyman
Location: Smithcrafthall → High Reaches Weyr
Physical Description: A gentleness radiates from this small jeweler. Her build is rather average, while standing at a short 4’11” -- its clear genetics were a bit kind as if she were taller, she might look a bit lanky and thin. As is, her form is well rounded and soft for her height, perfect in it’s own way. A soft bit of weight gathers at her stomach and hips, though not too unflattering if she gave half a glance at making herself look good. Cavera’s style of dressing is rather loose and not too flattering--choosing comfort over style. However she does own a nice gather best dress or two, even if she rarely wears them even at gathers.
Long brown locks fall to her shoulders, mostly straight with a slight curl. A rather plain brown, yet in the sun they warm up with a gentle reddish hue. They frame her face well; large, kind greyed blue eyes that peek from behind the curtain. Despite the rather doe-ish naive appearance, there’s a quiet strength behind them--warm and inviting like you have known her for a long time even at just meeting her. Mountain life and an indoors lifestyle have led to Cavera having a very pale appearance. Kissed by golden freckles and darker beauty marks, she easily burns in too much sun exposure. Wind burn often leads to her cheeks and button nose appearing rather rosy and sometimes chapped.
Her hands are gently calloused as well, though she takes to a skin care regiment so that way her hands and face don’t crack from wind and work. It leads to have softer skin; gentle and warm as her personality.
Personality: At her core, Cavera is a romantic.
Raised on nothing but old tales of romance, matches made though they shouldn’t have, it caught her from a young age. Nevermind that the core of her stories centered around a love of Lessa’s tales at a young age. It rooted in her a core concept that a handsome searchrider would sweep her off her feet to a Weyr, where she would meet the other love of her life on the hot sands. Love will find a way, no matter how far or wide it may have to go--or how forward or back in time.
Yet those very stories helped instill not just a large sense of romanticism, but also the stories she falls back on when she isn’t sure. For what would someone so sure of themself and brave do? Even when she’s scared, she recalls tales and old stories of those who stood up for what was right. Surely she could do the same? Even if it’s more to a bully and less a raging lord holder. Even if the bully is nasty, and harsh words lead her to crying in a closed quarter later. The harshest word leaves her flinching, a punch may leave her bruised or bleeding, but it doesn’t stop her from standing up straight to protect someone else.
Such a romantic heart has led to Cavera being rather selfless. She’d rather give someone a project she was hoping to fetch half a mark--maybe even a whole mark if she dared think it was decent enough work!--for free because they desperately forgot an anniversary or a nameday gift for a friend. It’s left her with a tendency to be taken advantage of, for the littlest, weakest stories she will believe in. Surely someone wouldn’t lie about such a thing. Surely! They just keep forgetting nameday gifts for all their friends. No one would lie to her. Cavera sees the good in people, and can get rather blind to the duplicitous nature some may have.
Cavera’s naivety and her thin-skin has bled into self-depreciating mental state. The decimation of Telgar has left her fragile, losing family, friends-- it’s left her previously fragile state almost brittle. For while it is so easily she is taken advantage of, she also takes to heart what people say. Even if it’s veiled words to lower her self confidence. For why would such a silly dreamer with par skills at jewelry be picked by a dragon? Yet she keeps her head up, and makes sure to smile and do her best every day.
While Cavera likes to make new trinkets, she also has a mild obsession with fixing old, broken jewelry. She throws herself into her craft, eager to learn and toy. Broken trinkets were good ones for her to practice on when she first began her apprenticeship. Why throw something away when it can be fixed? Everything deserves a chance, after all. Even broken little things.
Positive Trait List Gentle, Romantic, Altruistic, Brave
Negative Trait List Naive, Thin-Skinned, Self-defeatist
History: In the wee hours of the day after turnover, Cavera was born to a besotted and exhausted pair of parents at Smithcrafthall. She had been expected to be born near a sevenday before then, and then perhaps on turnover. But the early candlemarks before the suns would rise, she finally arrived on her own accord. Her mother was a tinkerer--fostering a deep love of tinkering and toying within Cavera from an early age. Her father was a blacksmith--a gentle giant of a man who adored his only daughter and child. He was the one who lulled Cavera to sleep at night with sweet tales of old, namely fostering the love of Lessa in Cavera’s heart. They led by example, wanting their child to grow knowing her own importance--even if they could never quite fill the cracks in her armor.
She grew loved, the only child her parents would have. At the age of 11, she accepted an apprenticeship to become a jeweler. Making lovely little pieces that made people’s eyes light up, or wear with pride on shirts, loose around necks, adorning bags? Filled her with pride. She wanted to learn all that she could, and Cavera threw herself into her work--wanting to learn everything she ever could. Her childhood was quiet and normal. Turns of her learning more and more like an eager sponge. A happy life with her family, making an odd friend or two while she proved herself worthy to learn under a watchful eye.
Everything was normal, until hell rained down upon them.
Thread came, and decimated the region. Her parents, in the altruistic way they lived their lives, had died much in the same way. Trying their best to pull people to safety, rescue people in the heat of stampeding people and silvery death falling from above. They both succumbed to their injuries, and left Cavera an orphan. Two turns of mourning, rebuilding, trying to heal. She lost track of friends, not knowing if they got to safety or were among the count of undescernable deceased. Shortly before she turned 21, she walked the tables--smiling a bit hollowly. While she has no physical scars, the mental scars from deep. Yet she tries to keep a straight face, smile warmly. Be an anchor for everyone else while she tries to find her own place in Pern.
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Candidate Specific Questions
Do you want them to have an official Search RP? Yes!!
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
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