Post by Akki on Apr 19, 2012 16:49:14 GMT -5
Character:
Name: Faine (Pronounced Fay-ne)
Age: Currently Eighteen Turns
Gender: Female
Rank: Goldrider
Appearance:
[/size]Name: Faine (Pronounced Fay-ne)
Age: Currently Eighteen Turns
Gender: Female
Rank: Goldrider
Appearance:
Faine’s height has now settled comfortably at a nice and well-rounded 5’6, a decent height in her opinion. She didn’t want to be tall, that would draw far too much attention but being the shortest person around meant that you could never see over the heads in front of you. Her face is rather angular; there seems to be a lot of points and she loves it that way. There was something about Faine’s personality that just wouldn’t quite have matched with a nice rounded face.
In Rukbat’s rays, her hair is certainly a rather bright red. Strands of gold are mixed in and make their presence known when she is outside; catching the light. She would have preferred a darker hair color, perhaps a chestnut brown, but she was learning to live with the rather bright color that she was stuck with. It wasn’t the hair color itself she minded, but more of the fact that everyone in her family had brown hair except for her. She was the odd one out, as per usual. Her hair used to be rather choppy looking but it started bothering her ocd and now it’s perfectly cut into a bob. It was safe to say that there were no pieces of stray here there; no strand was longer than the rest. Faine made sure to keep her hair perfectly trimmed.
Her eyes are the typical color one could expect with red hair. A light blue that seemed to pop out with the red hair and pale skin. Right underneath her left eye is two freckles, the only ones found on her body. A distinguishing birthmark that annoyed her, she thought of them as blemishes. Her lips were thin and a soft red color, but perhaps this was because she had the tendency to chew on them. Her hands and knees are covered in scars, permanent memories of the past. Her complexion wasn’t pale, but not necessarily tanned either. It was a mix, she wasn’t white enough to be pale but there wasn’t enough sun soaked into her skin to give her a radiant tan. Just above her chest was a long and jagged looking scar.
She wasn’t necessarily skinny. She had more of an athletic body because she was used to running around, climbing and escaping from certain situations.
Personality:[/b]
Faine looks like your everyday girl, but she most certainly does not have the personality of one. She’s a nice person, polite and knows her manners. She’s friendly and can be talkative if she feels like it. However, she has a few quirks about her.
The main quirk being the fact she is a kleptomaniac. She often finds herself holding things that do not belong to her. Her disorder is bad enough that her hands would reach out and take something and she would not even realize it until later on. She tried to be aware of her hands at all times, but it was a difficult thing to do. She never took anything that was really valuable, just small things like parchment. She would try to put the things back but often hoarded them because she wasn’t aware of where they came from. Because of this she was often yelled at as a child – no one believed that she couldn’t help it. She is now rather paranoid and jumpy. If someone starts a conversation with her, she thinks they are going to accuse her of taking something of theirs. She flinches easily if someone approaches her from behind. She’s also very apologetic; she feels very guilty when she accidentally takes something and has the tendency to loudly shout ‘Sorry!’.
Like most kleptomaniacs, Faine also has an obsessive-compulsive disorder. There are varying types of this, and she has realized that she is the kind who likes to count things. And the type that has to do certain things three times before being content. For example, Faine has to make her cot three times before she can go do something else. It’s tiring and can take up a lot of a time but she doesn’t know how to stop it. She’s learned to do it as quickly and as neatly as she can so she won’t waste too much time. She often finds herself counting things, how many dragons are in a Weyr to how many freckles one person has. She can normally avoid this compulsion by distracting herself, but if she spends too much time counting then she has to continue until she is done. It’s a handy thing when people ask her to count something for them because they know that she will have the right number in the end.
Other than that, she truly is just another girl. She likes the idea of being sociable but it can be hard for her since she is often trying to prevent herself from stealing something. If people spend enough time with her, they will see that she is a nice person with a sense of humor.
History:[/size]
Faine comes from Kalanre Hold, a hold that is more or less responsible to supplying food to Dark Moon. Her father was just a holder but he often ended up spending most of his time tending to the crops. She rarely saw her father around, only on rainy days when one couldn’t go outside to work in the fields. Her mother could always be found in the kitchens, cooking and serving up the food that was brought in that day. Faine used to help out in the kitchens when she could but eventually got kicked out when the cooks finally got fed up with the girl taking their utensils.
She enjoys spending time cooking and making food, even if she does wind up taking something here or there. She found it relaxing and her tendency to count things was handy when someone wanted to know how many supplies were down there.
One day she was down there and heard the cooks coming. She fled, knowing that she was not supposed to be down there, but as she was running out she accidentally took a knife along with her. She didn’t realize what her hand was grasping. Needless to say, she tripped over her own feet and ended up falling right on the knife. It was a deep enough cut to be dangerous but not deathly, many told her that she was considered lucky. She was stitched up but now has the scar above her chest to prove that one really shouldn’t run around with sharp things.
Faine has one older sister, who hated spending time in the kitchens. However she and Faine never really got along. Her sister believed that Faine knew that she was stealing and often thought that Faine stole from her just to tick her off. Faine tried to avoid being around her and her possessions after that, not wanting to make their relationship any worse.
Faine was sitting outside, counting how many herdbeasts were in the field in front of her, when the Searchrider came. She was slightly annoyed at the rider and his dragon at first; they had startled the herdbeasts which caused them to run away slightly which meant Faine could not finish her counting. She forgave him of course, when he explained his presence. He informed her that even though Dark Moon Weyr just had a hatching, his dragon had informed him that she would be a rather nice candidate to have for the next one. She was thrilled, like most people were, and needless to say went with him. Her home was now going to be Dark Moon Weyr and all she could think, as she clung to the dragonrider, was that she hoped that locked up anything valuable. She did not want to accidentally take something that was precious to the Weyrwoman.
Faine loved her time at Dark Moon. She had a nice collection of friends, even though she more or less forced some of them to join her group (Sorry Relina!) and was generally content there as a candidate. She almost forgot that she would one day stand on the sands, for she was so caught up in other things. So you can imagine her surprise when she did stand on the sands and Impressed.
To a Gold.
To Colvarinth. Dear Colvarinth. A very saucy thing who liked to make her opinion well known.
The pair somehow worked; how, no one quite knew. Colvarinth had a bit of a fiery attitude while Faine was generally laid back. They just seemed to balance one and another out. So how did the pair function when they were transferred to another Weyr after Dark Moon fell? Hard to say. Faine could generally function anywhere; she was the type of person who could adapt easily – though she would quickly admit that she missed her dear Relina.
Colvarinth, however, did not care much for the Weyrs. She didn’t appreciate the bronze dragons there who thought they were worthy of her attention simply because they were a high ranking color. In fact, she didn’t like anyone thinking they deserved her attention. She would be the one to make that decision and it annoyed her greatly that others did not understand this concept. She quickly became known for snapping at bronzes, shooting them down every chance she could with sarcastic remarks. When Colvarinth learned that Dark Moon was returning, she was quick to decide to head towards it. Dark Moon was home; this place certainly was not.
Faine couldn’t help but agree.
It was time to go home.
Dragon:
Personality
Her gold sister would be almost the opposite. She would be tempestuous, hot-headed and a handful. While her sister was sweetly scatterbrained as a youngster, she'd be a handful of energy, impulse, and temper. She'd be imperious, and chafe against orders. Once she grew older, she'd settle a bit, but she would always have a hint of temper problem. She would always be a little resentful of the older Queens simply because she was a Queen too. Once she settled down, she would be great helping keep the injured dragons calm, though her sister would always be more of a calming force. She would be one to take over the wing while her sister was handling the injured dragons and her mother was dealing with other things during Threadfall. She would be talkative and loving to those she likes but Faranth help the people who cross her. "Heaven hath no fury like a woman scorned" would be an apt Terran phrase for her.
Appearance
She would be larger than her sister by a few dragonlengths, about medium for a gold. Her frame would be thicker, and less agile than her sister, but she would have the stamina of the larger golds. Her hide was a gold that was darker than her mother's but like her sister's gold streaks, she had pale whitish silver streaks along her hide.[/center]