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Rank
Name: Shaherean (Shuh-hay-ray-an)
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Open Swing
Role/rank: Harpercraft trainee
Origin: Southern
Appearance: Bearing some obvious show of a Southern's tan, Shaherean can be spotted easily amongst the paler northern folk. Between that, bright red hair, and sharp eyes green as any dragon's hide, she's a standout in almost any crowd that's not back home. Lesser noticed is her height, though, with as obvious as she can be. Shah is actually a very short creature, managing a measly 4'8 and 130 lbs soaked to the bone. It's not for lack of eating, or result of any health issues, she's just... Short and trim. (Wish I had that problem...) She'll often be found in clothing that's heavier than northerners are used to, from the plaid trousers to a woolen undershirt, and her hands are positively glued to that flute.
Personality: An overall sweet individual, Shah is known for sharing her food. Even if she doesn't think she has enough, she'll offer a couple bites to a hungry stranger. This does not extend only to food, and she can be found sharing a blanket in the cold and loaning out a hat she was wearing in the heat. To that effect, she's also willing to try just about any food items she's sure aren't going to kill her. Since these ideals were everywhere in the area she grew up, she expects others to do the same, sharing their resources as weather and world require. It's always surprising for her when someone's not interested in sharing a meal, since her philosophy is 'Food just tastes better shared, y'know?' She often has to be reminded that not everyone has had the same upbringing around food as she has, but this is usually after she's thrown a bit of a tantrum about how things aren't matching up.
Most anyone who's met Shah will tell you that she can be a bit of a nuisance. Either she'll bug you relentlessly about information she wants or raise a fuss if something isn't just so. This can get especially annoying if she's hunting for more information on something a Rider has said, and she can tend to make people irritated at her existence looking for that information. Young as she is, others are often taken aback at the endurance she can display. Some who know her best, or can spot an easy target, can make use of this talent pretty easily.
As a Harper, Shah's skills are a bit far-flung. Storytelling isn't as much her thing as story gathering, but she's a quick hand for writing, and has no problem sitting in the dark for many long candlemarks more than some have the patience for. Where she does excel, she feels, is in a song. This girl can spin lyrics and tunes like nobody's business, and that flute is her life. She's never seen without it. This can be both a surprising and annoying revelation, however, as she'll often drop what she was doing or saying to sing some little tune or diddy that struck her and completely derail from whatever was going on. This has a tendency to break conversations, chores, and multiple trains of thought.
Positive
- Energetic
- Giving
- Patient
Negative
- Obstinate
- Immature
- Intrusive/Distractive
History: From a young age, this Southerner grew up on a fruit tree plantation in the south, picking fruit to be shipped north. Her brother made her a tiered flute 7 turns back from one of the fruit trees that had lost a thick branch in a rainstorm, just before he up and disappeared. No one's seen or heard from the man since, at least as far as anyone's been able to figure. She suspects he's gone to the dragons, but can't explain the suspicion. Others have come to the conclusion she just wants to be there, herself, and it is a possibility she's considered, but she hasn't been able to decide. She's since taken up harpercraft to learn a trade, and has gained a particular level of expertise with the flute.
During her training, a trip was encouraged as a group to perform some learning up north, the intent of which was to visit another of the harperhalls. It came as a surprise that this trip happened to coincide with a Search for one of the clutches about to bear fruit, and of all people, Shah was chosen to join the candidate ranks. This was about a month before the plague, and Shah has seen dragons die, and riders end themselves or beg to be taken between and left there as a result.
When presented with the opportunity to return to a southern weyr, or to her life as a Harper, it took some thought on Shah's part. She missed Southern, yes, but... It wasn't enough to override the hope she'd find her brother. His last missive had come from the port on his arrival in the northern continent. If he'd made it back, he surely would have sent something on ahead! No, her only chance to find him, she was sure, was here. And now... Now she was hoping every night, fervently, that he HADN'T gone to the dragons, or that he'd deserted his weyr at first sign of the illness to try and dodge it. It sounded cowardly to others, but... He was her brother! ... And she would find him... Alive... One day.
Other: NA
Rank
Name: Shaherean (Shuh-hay-ray-an)
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Open Swing
Role/rank: Harpercraft trainee
Origin: Southern
Appearance: Bearing some obvious show of a Southern's tan, Shaherean can be spotted easily amongst the paler northern folk. Between that, bright red hair, and sharp eyes green as any dragon's hide, she's a standout in almost any crowd that's not back home. Lesser noticed is her height, though, with as obvious as she can be. Shah is actually a very short creature, managing a measly 4'8 and 130 lbs soaked to the bone. It's not for lack of eating, or result of any health issues, she's just... Short and trim. (Wish I had that problem...) She'll often be found in clothing that's heavier than northerners are used to, from the plaid trousers to a woolen undershirt, and her hands are positively glued to that flute.
Personality: An overall sweet individual, Shah is known for sharing her food. Even if she doesn't think she has enough, she'll offer a couple bites to a hungry stranger. This does not extend only to food, and she can be found sharing a blanket in the cold and loaning out a hat she was wearing in the heat. To that effect, she's also willing to try just about any food items she's sure aren't going to kill her. Since these ideals were everywhere in the area she grew up, she expects others to do the same, sharing their resources as weather and world require. It's always surprising for her when someone's not interested in sharing a meal, since her philosophy is 'Food just tastes better shared, y'know?' She often has to be reminded that not everyone has had the same upbringing around food as she has, but this is usually after she's thrown a bit of a tantrum about how things aren't matching up.
Most anyone who's met Shah will tell you that she can be a bit of a nuisance. Either she'll bug you relentlessly about information she wants or raise a fuss if something isn't just so. This can get especially annoying if she's hunting for more information on something a Rider has said, and she can tend to make people irritated at her existence looking for that information. Young as she is, others are often taken aback at the endurance she can display. Some who know her best, or can spot an easy target, can make use of this talent pretty easily.
As a Harper, Shah's skills are a bit far-flung. Storytelling isn't as much her thing as story gathering, but she's a quick hand for writing, and has no problem sitting in the dark for many long candlemarks more than some have the patience for. Where she does excel, she feels, is in a song. This girl can spin lyrics and tunes like nobody's business, and that flute is her life. She's never seen without it. This can be both a surprising and annoying revelation, however, as she'll often drop what she was doing or saying to sing some little tune or diddy that struck her and completely derail from whatever was going on. This has a tendency to break conversations, chores, and multiple trains of thought.
Positive
- Energetic
- Giving
- Patient
Negative
- Obstinate
- Immature
- Intrusive/Distractive
History: From a young age, this Southerner grew up on a fruit tree plantation in the south, picking fruit to be shipped north. Her brother made her a tiered flute 7 turns back from one of the fruit trees that had lost a thick branch in a rainstorm, just before he up and disappeared. No one's seen or heard from the man since, at least as far as anyone's been able to figure. She suspects he's gone to the dragons, but can't explain the suspicion. Others have come to the conclusion she just wants to be there, herself, and it is a possibility she's considered, but she hasn't been able to decide. She's since taken up harpercraft to learn a trade, and has gained a particular level of expertise with the flute.
During her training, a trip was encouraged as a group to perform some learning up north, the intent of which was to visit another of the harperhalls. It came as a surprise that this trip happened to coincide with a Search for one of the clutches about to bear fruit, and of all people, Shah was chosen to join the candidate ranks. This was about a month before the plague, and Shah has seen dragons die, and riders end themselves or beg to be taken between and left there as a result.
When presented with the opportunity to return to a southern weyr, or to her life as a Harper, it took some thought on Shah's part. She missed Southern, yes, but... It wasn't enough to override the hope she'd find her brother. His last missive had come from the port on his arrival in the northern continent. If he'd made it back, he surely would have sent something on ahead! No, her only chance to find him, she was sure, was here. And now... Now she was hoping every night, fervently, that he HADN'T gone to the dragons, or that he'd deserted his weyr at first sign of the illness to try and dodge it. It sounded cowardly to others, but... He was her brother! ... And she would find him... Alive... One day.
Other: NA
