Name: Varella
Age: 14 (10.7.169)
Gender: Female
Role/rank: Candidate
Origin: Telgar Weyr

Appearance: (Include as minimum, height, eye colour, hair colour, build and any distinguishing features)
Varella is lean and lanky. Some may describe her spiderlike in her long limbs and lean tall frame. She’s matched her brother almost height for height at 5’2”. Unlike her brought though, she’s got some noticeable muscling that may only get bigger in time. Where her brother might slouch, Varella slinks.

She favors close fitting clothes that won’t hinder her or get in her way. If she can go without sleeves on her shirt she will. Inky dark blue eyes seem to pierce into your soul when she gets you in her sights. Her eyes are always wary, on alert. Where her brother has let his hair grow out, she’s kept hers boyishly short. When she lets the fuzz grow out a little, it’s a rich dark brown.

Personality:
Many will politely say Varella is independent as a nice way to say that she hasn’t got time for your s**t. Don’t bother her with established order, your traditions, and chores. Varella does things Varella’s way and no other. She is loud and bold, and she doesn’t need you. Got it?

Don’t expect to see any mushy feelings from this girl. Even if you think you saw her get a hug from her grandpa (S’var), uncle (Va’shir), or twin brother (S’lvar), you’re dead wrong. You didn’t see anything. Is she crystal clear? When her emotions to finally overwhelm her, a good yell and a cry will help her feel a little bit better.

Varella isn’t sure where she’s going to end up quite yet, but she’s got time to figure it out. She’s glad her brother found his place with his dragon. What she does know is that her place will be impressive and absolutely different to anything anyone else has ever done. Her individuality is all important to her.

As one might expect, she is very close to her twin brother Selvaron. Varella considers herself his protector from people who’d upset or take advantage of him. A job she takes seriously. She will hunt you down to the ends of Pern if you do her brother wrong. Selvaron is one of only three people she feels comfortable showing her vulnerability to.

Almost daily, the young teen changes her mind on what color of dragon she’d like to ride. Some days she wants a gold, bronze, or white to be seen as someone special. Other days one of the chromatics is her preference so she can tell the shiny snobs to shove it.

Varella prefers wide open places. She hates being cooped up in a classroom among dusty books and scrolls on a perfectly good day. While she hates having to read them herself, she enjoys listening to Selvaron tell the stories that he finds in the histories.

History:
169 - Born to Cor’var of green Meloth and a skilled cook named Elorla, the result of a fling that then led into a lasting friendship between the pair. Both parents took an interest in Varella and her twin brother Selvaron, as did her paternal grandfather S’var. Varella was always a stubborn girl who liked to do things her own way and when she hit puberty this tendency grew stronger than ever.
176 - A’gor of Bronze Layalth become Weyrleader of Telgar. Longstanding friction between S’var and the much younger bronzerider culminated in the brownrider’s demotion, framed as honorable retirement, and a swift transfer to Monaco Bay Weyr where he couldn’t cause A’gor any headaches. S’var wrote often to his family and visited whenever he could, but his presence was missed. Varella often included points of frustration that she encountered in her letters, and would get back helpful hints on how to deal with them in the future.
178 - The plague began in the autumn. Varella watched her father’s dragon with gritted teeth, desperately hoping she would be one of the lucky ones.
179 - Meloth succumbed to the plague and Cor’var followed her between a couple of months later along with Va’li. It broke her heart when they lost their father, then shortly thereafter their aunt. Not that she could or would show it to many people. She tried to be as strong for as long as she could for her twin. In the end she turned to her uncle Va’shir to help let out the feelings.

181 - Along with the surviving riders, the cousin and three partial siblings moved to Fort. The twins' mother Elorla also made the journey. Her first chance to stand was Malsalth’s final clutch. Despite being only 12, she knew she wanted to be here and stood firm on the sands. Nothing was budging her until her dragon came to claim her; except they never did. Both twins were left on the sands. Varella watched the young greens as they grew and eventually had successful clutches of their own. There was still hope they might find their dragons.
183 - Varella was ecstatic when her grandpa showed up in the north with a gold and her clutch of eggs from the south. She knew it was a risk for him to brave the north and the disease everyone said was still lurking. There was no doubt in her mind that she would stand for this clutch, but she was surprised when her twin also joined her upon the sands. She held his hand tightly through the hatching; until one ichor covered blue practically collapsed into his arms. Varella stepped back and smiled. She was happy for her brother. Yet now she was at a loss with herself. Would he need her to protect him anymore?

Other: Twin to S’lvar (Muffin)
Connections: Daughter of Cor’var (deceased NPC), granddaughter of S’var, cousin of Vasilir, half-sister Corrine, twin of Varella (adoptable candidates), niece of Va'shir (m) of blue Obsidiath (currently NPC)
Credit to Tawny!