Wher Candidates

[Spirithawk]

Candidates for Wher Hatching

[Minajerie]

Name: Peranami (pear-an-ah-me)

Age: 19

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Hetero

Rank: Entertainer/ Wher Candidate

Appearance: She is of about average height at 5'6". Her body being very lithe and athletic from her acrobatics- this means she has a small chest. She has a slight womanly curve, however, it only gives her body a hint of femininity. She has practically no fat on her from her excessive exorcise to keep herself limber. She has light blue eyes- like the color of clear water on a chilly spring morning. Her hair is cropped short, the length at just about her jaw line. She tends to wear a headband to keep her hair out of her face while she entertains. Her hair is a deep auburn color, and she has dyed one strip on the right side of her face black- because she likes it. Most of her fingers (and some of her toes) have been broken at least once, and some have retained a slightly knobby look to them, that doesn't mean they are any less agile, though. She has a scar on her right calf from when she fell from one of her stunts and landed on something sharp.

Personality: Even though being an entertainer can be rough, Peranami has always had a positive outlook on things. She is a bright and shining woman, and is part of the reason her troop is always so up beat- and possibly why it's so popular .

She is a risk taker- if she thinks she can do a stunt, just try and stop her. And if at first she doesn't succeed, she will try, and try, and try again. To the point and beyond exhaustion. She will perfect it, whatever it is, because anything less is a insult to the audience- or so she feels. She always wants to make people smile, or gasp in surprise, or wonder, or even worry. If she can bring out such a response, then she goes away from a performance happy.

She herself has never been in any serious relationships, even though she may steal a kiss here and there- no man has really caught her interest. Which she supposes, is strange. But then, since she is constantly moving, she would be a fool to fall in love with a guy at a hold or hall, unless he too was a traveler, and willing to travel with her.

She sometimes thinks of settling down, staying in one place, but since no one place has ever really grabbed her interest she has been more than happy to roam and do what she loves- entertain.

History: Her mother was one of the entertainers of the group- she was the main storyteller- while her father was one of the few full fledged Harpers of the troupe. She grew up in the caravan of entertainers, one of a group of children. Even though she loved her parents, the whole troupe always looked after the children- everyone was family. She showed great potential to be an acrobat at an early age- and the best of the troupe saw this. She was getting on in age, and decided to show Peranami all the tricks she knew for when she could no longer do them herself. Peranami learned quickly, and at the age of 6 was doing small stunts in the show. Since it was obvious that she enjoyed herself, the troupe believed she would become part of their act once she could truly decide what she wanted- so that meant they needed to send her to classes.

A few of the other children went with her- to the Harper Hall for their education. They were there mostly for the basics, and perhaps to polish a few other things- Peranami learned she had a very beautiful singing voice- however, it took all her patience to stay still for her lessons. The hall was no place for an acrobat. As soon as her basic education was over- Peranami wanted out of there- in the quickest possible way. Two of the children stayed with the Hall, they had found their calling there- but Peranami knew her place was before an audience of people.

When she returned to her troupe, her old teacher was no where to be found- the woman had been seriously injured while she was away, and her bone would never mend correctly for her to preform again. It was a sad moment for Peranami, she had lost her teacher's guidance. However- she knew all her stuff. So she practiced, and practiced- and guess what? She practiced some more. However, no amount of practice can account for unseen variables. On her second performance, when she was doing handstands and what not on her current runner, something startled the beast, making him throw his upside-down rider, and she fell in a pile of debris, badly injuring her leg. She was at a loss for a while- she couldn't train or preform, she could only rest and heal. But she made herself be still, did everything the Healer told her too. She wanted to heal well, and as fast as possible. Her mother often came in and told her stories, or would bring her some reading materials to keep her busy. Every now and the, Peranami would sing out of the wagon, and the troupe would pause in it's beauty and rarity of such a thing.

She healed eventually and time wore on. At a particular hold- and at a gather no less- She caught the eye of a cute boy, and she went ahead and kissed him. It was an interesting experience, but she knew it wasn't love. What her parents had was love. She wanted that. But she did not find it in many places- she looked, and she tried to get to know, but in the end, all the guys that she liked (or vice versa) never gave her any deep warm fuzzy feelings. So Peranami stopped looking, she figured, if she was meant to have it, it would either find her, or give her hints to find it, in it's own time.

On a particularly exciting day- and an exciting stunt, Peranami managed to sprain her ankle as well as her mount, Larthy's. And since she had been like a mother to the runner, refused to leave his side as he mended at a hold. She promised to try and catch up with them once they were done mending. And that was her plan too- but on her way back after, she came across a sea hold that pulled an odd feeling out of here. She wanted to stay there... for at least a little. She sent a letter telling her parents and the rest of her troup that she had stopped off at Caspian Hold, and planned to stay ther for a bit. The fact that there was a wher Hold attatched made the place all the more interesting, and Peranami asked after the creatures often.

Pets: She has a runnerbeast that she always rides- even though it isn't truly hers. His name is Larthy, and she can even do tricks on him. He is a mild beast, but knows how to dance (because Peranami tirelessly trained him) and has bangles circling his ankles which jingle pleasantly. He is 2 years old.

[Shekru]

Name: Hamuna
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Rank: Weyrfolk, candidate

Appearance:

Hamuna blends in with the many faces in the lower caverns. She has for many years. Brown hair kept long and neat at the back of her head usually hangs as a plaited braid down her back. She's average in height for a woman with relatively pale skin. Tall enough to look a man in the eye if she'd need to, but not so towering that she'd threaten anyones masculinity. Wide, open eyes appear as a misty gray-blue and sit beneath expressive brows. Her lips are pale, and somewhat thin. Her smile, however, is anything but small, when it flashes. Her teeth aren't the straightest, but they're kept clean. High cheek bones smooth out into a slightly angular jawline, giving her face a long, almost oval look.

She wears work clothes, for the most part. A pair of hide breeks line her legs while standard linen crafted her tunic. It's a bit on the long side to compensate for the fact that she's more torso than leg, and her belt is of a normal, undecorated leather faire. What the clothing shows, at least, is that Hamuna is a sturdy individual. Not fair, nor frail, but sturdy. The woman looks capable, and strong for her gender.

What scars pepper her hands and arms appear to have been caused by burns. It's no doubt that she's spent her fair share of time in the kitchens, aiding the drudges. Her knuckles certainly have met a stove or two.


Personality:

If a rock had a soul, Hamuna would find it. A reserved woman, she tends to keep to herself, though is never far away when something needs an extra pair of hands to be completed. She believes the doctrine that every body in a weyr is necessary, from the smallest kitchen drudge to the greatest of Weyrwomen. To live and thrive in a Weyr, it takes all kinds.

Slow to anger, Hamuna has the patience of a saint and has often been tasked with keeping the Weyrbrats looked after because of it. She doesn't mind them. In fact, Hamuna finds their shameless
honesty and boundless energy to be refreshing. Infectious, even.

A fear of heights has kept her from the hatching sands for many, many Turns. Dragonriding, she believes, is for those more daring. Having spent most of her time among the common weyrfolk, Hamuna's ability to converse with ranking members of the Weyr is somewhat limited, and she has a bad habit of laughing at inappropriate times, or missing points completely. She enjoys learning, however, and would be most at home listening in on Important things to learn. It's simply a world she hasn't been immersed in yet, and
therein lies the appeal.

In cases of extreme danger or stress, Hamuna reverts to auto-pilot, doing what needs to be done and waiting until the storm has passed. Afterward, she tends to come to pieces as her emotions catch up with her and, often, overwhelm her. Steady under fire, panicking after the smoke clears. An odd way of handling stress, but it's better than the reverse. At least, she thinks so.

History:
Dark Moon had been her home since birth. In fact, her mother had once said they could trace their heritage among the first weyrfolk. Hamuna considered that to be unlikely, but a smart girl never questions their bragging mother. Openly, anyway.

Her father was a successful smith while her mother traded between being a homebody, taking care of the children, and a cook in the Weyr kitchens. She enjoyed the Gathers and celebrations most because the kitchen staff really pulled out all the stops, and that meant she got to dabble with the more expensive ingredients!

Bwahaha!

Hamuna tagged along with her mother during weyr chores from an early age. Six turns saw her learning the ropes of what her family could do to help the Weyr, and Hamuna took to it almost naturally.

At the tender age of fourteen, Hamuna was Searched for a Weyr clutch. Candidacy was nothing new. Added chores and learning about Dragonriding. While the other candidates around her were overjoyed to have been selected, Hamuna nursed a secret worry that she might actually Impress. Heights were never her cup of tea, and she couldn't see herself willfully getting on a dragon and gallivanting across the skies.

The hatching came on the eve of her fifteenth birthday. A calm and quiet evening, save for the thunderous humming of a Weyrful of dragons. Herded onto the sands with the others, it was all Hamuna could do not to flee from the scene. So many people watching, and the baleful eye of the Queen daring any of them to get too close. She had a great respect for dragons, but never fancied herself to be -among- them. The chaos of the erupting eggs and flailing sand did little to calm her. Once the tumult of Impressions had been made, they found her half buried in the sand waiting for the crowd to thin out so she could slip away with the remaining scraps of her pride.

She was approached a few other times along the turns and stood, if only not to embarrass the rider and Dragon that Searched her. Each time the panic was a little less, until she began to enjoy the front row seat. No hatchling was ever hers, though, and each time she thanked the stars. They would always find the proper person, and for that, she was grateful. There was never any sadness or regret when she left the sands alone. Just joy. Joy for the Weyr she called home.

After the hatchings, she'd duck back into the kitchens and help with the feast preparations, dodging sympathy from those around her by saying "The Weyr has riders, and that's what matters! Now hand me that salt!"

Such as it went on into her early twenties. Men had approached her with interest in marriage or.. marriage activities, but Hamuna wasn't really that kind of.. anything. Sure, she had her eyes on a few of the other cooks, but she wasn't at a place in her life where she wanted to settled down -quite- yet. Not until she found The Right One, anyway.

With the bugling going on outside, her mind was taken from thoughts of the past and, with other curious spectators, she made her way toward the hatching sands. This was no dragon clutch! It was.. Whers! She'd only ever heard of them. Curious to see how the process differed, Hamuna made her way into the cavern and poked her head in..

Pets: None
Dragon or Wher info: None yet!