Craftsmen

[Spirithawk]

Craftsmen

[panther]

Name: Hester

Age: 22 turns

Gender: Female

Rank: Master Harper.

Appearance: She’s a petite little thing, standing at barely five foot – though she it quite particular that she is five foot. Her frame is slim, naturally, for her metabolism is high, and she tends to eat a lot and gain no weight. She’s got very little form because of this, she’s quite shapeless, just with unusually large breasts for her tiny stature, she finds it incredibly irritating though and tends to bind them tight – finding they simply impede her playing. But not enough so that her chest is bound too tight, and she cannot draw a lungful of air.
Her face is pixie-esque, and she can be called naught but cute, she barely looks seventeen turns, let alone her own 22, round face and high cheek bones, large eyes and a shapely eyebrows. Her skin’s pale, mainly from many years of burning in the Rukbat. Her eyes are quite large on her face, hazel in colour, long lashes framing them neatly. Her nose regular in size and button-like. Freckles spattered either side of, and over her nose, spreading slightly over her cheeks. Quite full lips, but not too much to look out of place.
Her hair is kept fairly short, ruffled natural blonde curls. She generally leaves it down, pinning it back when she intends on playing for a substantial amount of time.
Her dress sense is fairly feminine. She tends to wear a plain kirtle, usually pale blues, greens pastel colours that compliment her natural colouring.


Personality: She is neither loud nor brash, but she will be heard when needs to be. She has high spirits, she can be highly flirtatious and keeps herself well acquainted with every one; she is not one to sit back on the side lines as such. She will know the majority of the goings on in the hold or Weyr and will keep most of the information of the local Weyr’s past, also. She has a life on the edge spirit, taking every say as it comes, challenging it to her full extent. She enjoys hard work, never straying from what may be needed. Hester has a strong personality and a strong humour, that is always present, even in the darkest of moments she manages to keep and optimism that most would envy. She is tough and hard willed, little that she wants will escape her ambition. She is ambitious, but all in all, not overly so, she is happy with her rank and wants for no more, but any challenge she accepts she will get done whether it be the last thing she does. She is a go getter.
Her life lives for music, it is her heart and soul, bereft of it, she sinks into a state that is completely unlike her. She often sings songs, simply to pass the time, for she enjoys music as though it is a part of her soul. When she is happy she sings upbeat, jaunty songs, when mellow she sings soulful slow songs.

History: Birthed and brought up at the Harper hall, she knew little of her mother, mainly raised by a wetnurse. She knew little of her half siblings, and growing she knew only three people to be her true – if not blood related – family. One she considered her brother, Versin. He had a beautiful alto voice, that complimented hers, they were often paired for singing lessons. She cares greatly for him, and is never seen parted from a bracelet he cave her when they were quite small, it’s a simple leather thong, with a small metal emblem, roughly reminiscent of a flower. She finds it charming even now, and would never see it replaced.
Another would be Simeon – He would always care for her, he was roughly four turns older than her, and he treated her like a princess, and she lavished the attention.
The final was Pati – Pati was her nursemaid, and her mother figure.
AS soon as she was formally given lessons, her potential was realised, for she had an unusually accurate sense of pitch, she could tell notes apart which were a fraction higher or lower in pitch. She took to instruments like a runner to its feet, very little staggering before she was running away. Under the tutorage of various of the masters, she honed her talents. She was well fit to master the ways of flute, gitar, and voice, but she is especially good at playing the harp.
However, no matter how she tried, she could not craft an instrument, they ended up not only ugly, but they made ugly noises too. She was not well refined to craft at all – this is where Simeon saved her mostly, he crafted well, and all of her training instruments, and even now she keeps his pipes in her music chest.
Hester was fostered out as a child for a small time to the northern hold of Keroon, she didn’t spend too long there, for she really did not get on very well with her family of carers. And she greatly missed her family back in the halls.
She was taken into the hall, officially at the age of seven, and was accepted as a journey woman, four turns ahead, making her one of the youngest journeywomen recorded. All of her years of journeying were spent in the hold of which were all spent in the hold of Dantra. Herself and Versin spent a very long time in the hold of Dantra after he graduated too. The pair Sang and made the hold jolly for a long and many day. However, she was given her masters three turns prior, and in it she and Versin were separated. It was a sad day indeed, but they keep in contact though his small scatterbrained green flitter, Polu. She misses Versin greatly, but she puts her efforts into her work, and those who surround her in the hold. For she took her new position – when she took her master’s rank, in the hold of Caspian – larger than Dantra, as would be expected from a new master harper.
She has been there now for three turns, and she has got herself quite well acquainted with the population of the bustling hold. She enjoys her life and moreso enjoys the company of her Canine, Tundra


Pets: canine, Tamaskan dog, female named Tundra.

[Akki]

Name: Khael (Rhymes with ‘Fell’)

Age: Twenty one Turns old

Gender: Male

Rank: Caspian Hold’s Journeyman Healer

Appearance: Khael stands at a decent height, an exact six feet. He could be considered relatively muscular – there were no muscles bulging from every area possible but he could lift and carry someone if it was needed. His skin is on the tanner side as he likes to spend whatever free time he can get outside if it’s a nice day. His hair isn’t exactly hair you would expect to see on a guy. It’s pitch black and actually rather silky looking. He cares about his appearance and will be seen with disheveled hair/ clothes only after a really long day. However, it’s the length that people are often surprised to see. His hair falls just underneath his shoulders, with pieces of it often falling into his face. Some people at the hold think that his hair is terrible because healers should have short hair. Khael refuses to cut it though; he likes the length of his hair. To keep others happy, when he is healing he will tie it up at the bottom to keep it out of the way. His ears are on the larger side and so is his nose. He tries to convince people that because of its size he can smell better than your average person. No one knows whether or not this is true. He has a rather prominent chin, and right along the jaw line on the right side of his face is a scar from a patient who had rather flailing hands while being treated.

Personality: Khael could be considered your typical healer. He tries to get people comfortable around him and could be seen as a people person. He is aware that the people he is healing need to be relaxed and therefore tells quite a few bad jokes (Especially to the smaller children). He’s the kind of person that does in fact think that laughter can be considered the best medicine. However, he is also considered rather stubborn and blunt. He speaks his mind and rarely censors himself around others. He thinks that if you have something to say, you should just say it instead of beating around the bush. He’s rather stubborn in his opinions and will almost never change his opinion. This is quite handy when a patient tries to sway him and convince him that they are fine. He tries to be a diplomat, using his manners and even though he has a fair bit of patience he can become rather snippy with some people. He gets annoyed when people ignore his advice and will have no problem with giving them a lecture in what could be considered an angry voice. Despite that, on a good day he could be considered a nurturer of sorts and a generally nice fellow.

History: Khael was born and raised at Fort Weyr, considered the average weyrbrat. His parents were both riders, Karyna (His mother) was rider to a small green named Asirith while his father E’lar rode a large blue named Oroluth. Khael was an only child, though it was not supposed to be that way in theory. His mother and father agreed that they wanted a few children but after having one they realized that kids were a bigger handful than what they originally believed. His parents thought that Khael could be a great dragonrider when he was older, but Khael had much different plans. While the children around him were interested in riding dragons, he was far more fascinated by the anatomy of them. He wanted to know how they could fly, what their bone structure looked like, everything. It wasn’t just dragons he wanted to know about though, it was also people. He thought of people as rather fragile beings and was curious as to how they didn’t simply break on a day to day basis. His parents eventually realized that he was not interested in becoming a rider and gave way to his interests, allowing him to pursue an ambition of his. Khael also holds a slight bitterness towards bronzeriders due to his parents constant reminders that he could have become one (They had very high hopes/ expectations). He tries to remain neutral about it, but can often be found mumbling about how they were always getting themselves hurt.

He became an apprentice healer when he was a bit older, with the Master Healer at Fort Weyr teaching him. Khael immediately knew that he had made the right decision and resolved to become a great healer one day. He learned as much as he could, always eager to expand his knowledge. He found out what certain plants could do, how to stitch people up and fix them entirely. Dragons still fascinated him, so he was often spending time with the Dragonhealer who would also teach Khael in his spare time.

At the age of sixteen turns, Khael finally reached Journeyman status. He decided to leave the Weyr because his parents were unknowingly suffocating him, as parents tend to do. All though they accepted the fact he wanted to be a healer, they constantly reminded him that he could have been ‘a great bronzerider’. He got word that Caspian Hold was looking for journeymen and others and was happily willing to go over there. It took a bit of convincing, but his parents finally agreed. He packed up his stuff and his parents gave him a going away present, a flitt egg they bought at a gather that occurred recently. The egg later hatched into a small blue, an ideal critter for Khael as it helped deliver messages. After moving to Caspian Hold, Khael has been staying there ever since. He looks forward to being able to reach Master status in four more Turns.

Pets: Equin is Khael’s blue flitter. He’s a smaller critter; he only grew to the size of a green. He’s a light blue color and is now quite handy when his owner needs messages delivered across the Hold.

[Kino]

Name:Naret

I moved him to the Candidate's board, figured I should get to categorizing my character's correctly...

[Sparrow]

Name: Evigan (or Ev)

Age: 22 turns

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Rank: Journeywoman Weaver

Appearance: Evigan is only 5’ 3” with short but thin limbs to go with her tiny frame. She has light golden brown hair cut rather choppily. It’s most often pulled back into a runner tail with her uneven bangs falling out of the tie. She’s pale, but not as pale as those bound to whers, as she spends most of her time inside making dyes and dying fabric. Evigan’s grey eyes have flecks of yellow and brown and are rather close set. Her nose is straight and a bit more pointy than she would like. She has thin lips that curve upward when she had a neutral expression. A bit under her bottom lip, to the right is a birth mark.

Her hands are often stained multi colors from the dye. More stains and usually be found on her chin, tip of her nose, and tops of the ears (this from pushing back her bangs). While working she often gets too close to the dye and the tips of her bangs become dyed whatever color she’s working on. Evigan would prefer to wear her hair down, for that would cover her ears that stick out quite a bit, but it’s easier to work with her hair pulled back.

For a weaver who is proud of her work, she dresses rather sloppily. The clothes she generally wears are dark and baggy. The fabric is usually light weight and airy to make it cooler whilst living in the Southern Continent and mixing dyes in boiling water (for that makes the dye absorb into the fabric so much better). When going to a gather, however, she can clean up quite nicely.

Personality: Evigan seems to have two personalities. When working she expects perfection, from herself and others around her. When she feels as if she fails she gets incredibly frustrated and upset making it even harder for her to accomplish what she wants to. Thankfully, she has begun to realize that other people can’t be perfect and doesn’t freak out quite as much when their work isn’t done exactly as she wanted. Another problem she has is communicating what she wants changed after someone makes a mistake, it’s just easier for her to take over the project and finish it to her specifications. When first learning Weavercraft she picked it up pretty quickly, it was not difficult until she got into the mixing of dyes. However, that’s why she enjoyed it so much, it was a challenge to accomplish it wasn’t easy work.

In her free time however she is more relaxed as nothing /needs/ to be done a certain way. She tries to be there for her friends, though at this moment she doesn’t have very many because she recently moved to Caspian Hold and most of her fellow Journeymen are a bit intimidated by her. Evigan tries to be nice to everyone but she can seem rather cold to people who seem to have everything and don’t need to work anything (such as Lord Holders and their families usually). She prefers to congregate with fellow crafters. When hanging out she can be a bit loud as she often works alone and keeps silent then, it’s like it needs to burst out of her when she’s with people.

She still holds a fascination of the Dragonriders as she used to want to be one. She believes that Thread will be returning. Though, she reveres them at the same time she is jealous of them and sometimes without noticing it she treats them like she treats Lord Holders.

History: Evigan had a pretty normal childhood in Igen Hold in the Northern Continent. She had a mother (Evalia) and a father (Thergan) who cared for her and her older brother (Valter 3 turns older) and younger sister (Eria 6 turns younger). Her older brother ended up being Searched when he was 14 turns. Their father was so proud and they actually got to watch the many Hatchings that Valter stood for in the next 5 turns without impressing. During this time most of her parent’s attention was focused on her brother’s candidacy. After he grew too old for candidacy he decided to continue living in the Weyr rather than moving back home.

Evigan found both the good and the bad in her parent’s diverted attention. She was able to do what she wanted without them noticing but at the same time she did feel as if she was being overlooked. After her brother was Searched Evigan had hoped that maybe she would be Searched as well and would Impress.

That day never happened and by the time she was 15 turns she turned her attention to the Weaver Craft. Evigan loved the idea that something as splendid as Gatherwear could be made from small threads and dyed with strange things such as certain insects or even shellfish. It was the latter part of the weaving craft that drew her attention and focused on. Before moving to Caspian she walked the tables to journeywoman status at 20 turns.

Pets: None

[Kino]

Name: Qiana

Age: 17 turns

Gender: Female

Sexuality: heterosexual

Rank: Beasthandler Apprentice

Appearance: Qiana is a bit above average in height, reaching to five feet, seven inches (5'7"). In terms of proportions, most of her height is in her long legs; she's built in a way that she would have done rather well as a Runner. She’s not very built, but she has enough lean muscle to give her a toned physique, mostly from working with the animals in her parent’s stables for most of her life. Her hair, reaching to about the center of her back, is blonde; it was darker when she was younger, but being out in the sun for most of her life has bleached it to a much lighter shade. Her skin has also soaked up a good amount of sun, giving her a healthy golden tan. Qiana’s eyes are a light blue, much like the color of the sky on a bright and cloud-free day.

Her usual attire consists of the same basic types of clothing, though the actual clothing pieces themselves do vary. She’ll usually have a loose tunic to wear on her top half that reaches mid-thigh, the sleeves ranging from short-sleeve to elbow length (she doesn’t have many long-sleeves, having grown up in the South). Her trousers fit closely to her legs, as any baggy material would have been in the way when working with runners. Her boots are made of wherry-hide. They reach up to her mid-calf, and they have a very slight heel on them – this makes it easier to set her feet properly into the stirrup of a saddle, though many times she’ll simply ride a runner bareback, sometimes even foregoing a bridle and rein for their halter and lead rope.

Since most of her clothing was made by her or her mother, she’s always taken a strip of extra material from whatever tunic she was making and fashioned a band of cloth into a headband. It helps to keep her longer hair in check, and also to keep any sweat out of her eyes when she’s working with the animals on a particularly hot day.

Qiana has a slight limp to her step in her right leg. The limp is caused more by the shape of her shin bone, and doesn’t usually cause her any pain. Sometimes it will hurt a bit when there is a particularly violent storm coming, and sometimes in the bitter-cold months it will feel stiff, but for the most part it doesn’t cause discomfort.

Personality: Qiana has always had a very calm, water-flowing type of personality. She’s very amiable, always very gentle, and she also has a quiet way about her. Some of it is simply the way her personality naturally is, but her traits have only been honed and (somewhat) amplified into what she’s like today from learning how to properly work around runners. (To be loud or rambunctious could frighten the animals, and it’s best to be calm, gentle and well-leveled when around them.)

In some ways it could be said that she has a sort of mothering personality. She’s has a caretaker’s personality which suits her perfectly for the Beasthandler’s craft. When an animal (though she mostly works with runners) is frightened or injured, she’ll often hum or sing softly to them, or make other coo-ing, calming noises. She tends to act the same way around young children that she knows, and if she ever came to have a significant other she’d likely act in the same manner towards them – though likely with a bit more love and adoration in it.

She’s very loyal to those that she’s close to, and is not a very difficult person to befriend. Most of the time she retains her quiet demeanor, and there aren’t many in her life that have ever seen her angry or shouting – maybe a might bit cross, but never fully angry. Those that know her best would say that if someone were to see her angry, their best bet would be to get away.

Beneath the outer, visible layers of her personality is a hidden thread of insecurity that winds tightly through her being. It stems from past events in her childhood, and how she used to act. When she is in a completely new place she often will not seek out interaction with others, though if others come to talk to her she puts on a smile and is friendly with them as she is with those she already knows. In new places like that she seeks the comfort of animals, more specifically she seeks it with whatever runners are closest.

It has taken her a long time to learn how to properly interact with people, and most of what she learned about interacting with others she’d learned from spending time with runners. If her parents hadn’t made her go out into the Hold as she was growing, she might have still only known how to properly interact with the beasts.

History: Qiana grew up in Caspian Hold. Her parents were both Beasthandlers, and moved to Caspian to run the stables there. They rented out stalls, gave lessons, and also bred and sold runners. Qiana grew up working closely with her parents, and so with the runners. She’d always loved the great beasts, and when she was younger she often felt as though she belonged more with the runners instead of people. As she grew older her work with the runners continued, and under her parent’s tutelage she was a master at working with runners by the time she was in her mid-teens; her parents would sometimes call her a runner whisperer.

Once Qiana was older her parents offered to send her to a Beasthandler Hall to continue her learning of the craft, but Qiana refused; she was happy to remain at the stables where she’d grown up and continue working with the runners. Since they were really the only beasts she’d ever had a chance to work with in her training, she remained at the level of apprentice. Qiana didn’t much mind. She did like other animals, and even without training her gentle nature often made her rather adept at working with beasts of all kinds, but she had a soft spot for runners.

Since she was very young, it was clear to her parents that Qiana had difficulty in socializing with people. In the early stages of her life she would even try and avoid interacting with her own parents too much, and instead would seclude herself in the barn (standing outside the stall doors when she was too young to handle the runners). As she grew older and her parents introduced her to working with the runners, Qiana became more accepting of her parents interaction, and her socialization seemed to continue growing the more they taught her about handling the animals.

When she was just about six turns of age, Qiana was standing in the wrong place at the wrong time. Her father was working with a difficult, unbroken runner that they had just received, and Qiana walked by the entrance of it’s opened stall just as it brought it’s back legs out to kick. One of the beast’s hooves landed on her right shin, snapping the young bone quite cleanly. It was set well enough and it did heal, but the bone was misshapen from the incident enough to give Qiana somewhat of a limp.

After the incident she retreated back into herself again, even from the runners that had been her only steady interaction in her earlier years. However, her fascination and love of the animals could only be held off by fear for so long, and by the time she’d reached 8 turns in age she was poking her head back into her parent’s work. Despite her leg, her parents began to teach her to ride. It was mildly difficult in the beginning for her to keep her legs set in the right position, and she fell off a few times. There were a few more injuries (broken arms, bruises, etc) but they healed without another incident like her leg, and Qiana had built up a determination to ride that kept her getting back on.

She’d never felt as though she quite fit with other people, but the runners had always been quiet and accepting of her. Riding was just another way to get close to something – someone – that was so accepting of her awkward ways, and Qiana longed for that connection enough to keep at it. The determination paid off, and by the time she was thirteen turns in age Qiana was riding almost as well as her parents. They were certain that in a few more years she would be one of the best riders they’d seen.

In her fifteenth turn, her parents decided they wanted to give her a special gift, though it would not technically ‘arrive’ until she turned sixteen. They told her they wanted her to choose which horses to breed together, and the resulting foal or filly would be hers to keep. Qiana was ecstatic that the news of having a runner to call her own, and even more eager at the idea of having another living thing that she could feel so close to. She chose her favorite stallion and mare from the runners they had, and lavished the mare with attention during her gestation. Within a sevenday of her sixteenth turnday, the mare gave birth to a lovely buckskin filly; Qiana named her Meadowsweet. She still made sure to take care of the other runners in their stables, but for many months her attention was focused on the filly.

Since Meadowsweet had been born so closely to Qiana’s own sixteenth turnday, by the time Qiana was turning seventeen the filly was a yearling mare and Qiana was ready to start her training. Since she’d been so close to the yearling from the moment of her birth, it didn’t take long at all to saddlebreak her – though both Meadowsweet and Qiana seemed to prefer riding bareback.

Qiana remained at the home she’d grown up in next to the stables with her Mother and Father. She spent her days doing the chores in the stables, though she still preferred to keep to herself enough that she left her parents to direct any lessons. A good amount of her chores were spent running errands for her parents. They had been sending her out on smaller errands since she was young in hopes of helping her learn to socialize with others; Qiana had protested at first, but her parents had been stoic in their decision and insisted that it would be good for her in the long run.

Now that she was older, Qiana’s parents had left her with the responsibility of taking care of all the errands that needed to be run outside of the stable. She would buy groceries for the house, and negotiate with traders for supplies for the animals. The constant exposure that her parents had been sure to give her had helped Qiana learn how to interact with others, and she found herself comfortable enough to return any interaction that others would initiate with her. Often times her chores would bring her to mingle through Capsian hold and get to know better the other people that lived there. Now that she’d grown used to the Hold and its inhabitants, Qiana even found herself initiating conversation on her own. Of course, whenever she had free time, it was often spent in the stables, or riding her Meadowsweet.

Pets: Meadowsweet, a buckskin bay yearling mare that Qiana bred and raised herself.

Dragon/Wher: n/a

Dragon/Wher Appearance: n/a

Dragon/Wher Personality: n/a

Other Information: I would like her to be Searched as a candidate in time, but I was hoping to roleplay her at least for some time in the Hold itself. When she gets searched, she'll definitely be wanting to bring Meadowsweet with her.