Post by Bluesilk on Jan 25, 2010 21:21:47 GMT -5
Name: Elanee
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual
Rank: Candidate
Appearance: To say it in a nicely, Elanee is vertically challenged... in a big way. With boots and on her tip toes, she might manage to break five feet. She is slim even for her age and much to her chagrin lacks any sort of womanly endowments. Of course if asked, she claims that this will change; although, anyone who has met her mother knows otherwise. It is unlikely that she will ever look like much more than a very small lad, of course to mention that will earn you a fist to the jaw.
With dark brown eyes and an almost permanent pout, Elanee could be considered very pretty if she spent any time cultivating it. But instead it is much more likely to find her dirt smudged and somewhere where she probably shouldn't be. A scar runs along her left cheek and jawline from an unfortunate encounter with a wall as a child. As it turns out, in a fight, the wall always wins. Otherwise her rampant childhood ways have not scared her with anything worse.
As soon as she got out from underneath her mother's thumb she cut her hair. After all, long locks are not fitting for any rider, or even a prospective one. And, its much easier to take care of when its above your ears, bathing is something that does not need any increasing in length. So now, the black, thick mass stands on end like a small, wild halo around her head. And of course, that is exactly how she likes it.
Finding her in a dress is almost an impossibility, she shirks them at all possible events. The extent of her usual wardrobe is a simple shirt and long pants. A child of hand-me-downs and many times mended clothing, she has little taste for fashion and as long as it covers her from cold it is just fine. Far more often than not, her clothes are as dirty and torn as she is.
Personality:
Elanee is a handful, putting it mildly. Sharp of tongue and of wit, her comments are known to flay opponents to the bone. She has always been the instigator, with or without her backup. More often than not she is the one being held out at arm's length while shes swinging wildly. Of course, if she actually manages to hit a person, she gives them cause to regret getting hit.
A lover of challenges, she is not one to give up a fight of any sort despite any disadvantages in size or weight. One to try and hold a grudge, Elanee has a tendency to forget a slight. A short memory and a tendency towards easy distraction tend to create a short fuse in the Candidate. She gets mad quickly, but tends to forget the reason just as quickly. More or less, she simply has an extremely short attention span.
Being the only daughter and the youngest of six children instilled in her a need to hold her own and she can be competitive to the point of danger. If there is a cliff, she will be the first to dare anyone to see how far they can lean over it. Of course, shes probably the first that would push someone else over the edge. One of her favorite sayings is: ''I'll play the hand I'm dealt and then a cheat.' Not one to roll over or accept anything, she will fight to the bitter end for a cause she believes in and she can be often caught sabotaging the competition.
Elanee has a bone to pick with the world and a point to prove if it kills her in the process. She is a driven girl without any direction and for the most part, runs in circles as fast as she can. The only things that can keep her attention for any length of time are puzzles and dragons. Of course, if she can't figure it out quickly enough, shes just as likely to destroy it. After all, it is rude of the puzzle not to give it's solution to the girl in a rapid fashion.
History:
Evanie was a typical creche mother at Fort Weyr, she had several children and fostered several more. Their family had always lived at the Weyr and even a lucky few actually rode the fantastic dragons that their lives centered around. Evanie was well known for her cooking and her... accommodating habits. So much so, that no one was really sure who each of her children were sired by; of course, neither was Evanie. Five sons and one daughter were a fine compliment to the Weyr, and Evanie was always willing to do her duty.
Growing up the youngest of six children would have been a trial enough in itself, but Elanee grew up with five older brothers. A lively family tended to grow livelier because her grandmother often fostered other weyrbrats. And their series of caves that was the family's home was always a rush of noise and activity. It was a lucky thing Elanee was tough and had a great deal of energy, for trying to keep up with her brothers was a full time occupation. But instead of picking on the only girl in their little tribe, they tended to support her. Of course, El got into more fights than the rest combined.
Although she never knew her father, Elanee always pranced around with the imagined hero bronzerider that should be her father. She was more or less tolerated and smiled at. After all, her stories at least, didn't get anyone sent down to the Infirmary. Despite raising five older boys, after El began to grow, her mother found herself on a first name basis with most of the healers. The only time the young girl really behaved was during the required lessons. And, besides fighting, it was the one other thing she excelled at. With a passable voice and her irrepressible urge to show off, El always learned her teaching songs before most of the other children.
She was often the pint sized ringleader to their little gang and the creche mothers always had their work cut out for them when Elanee was about. When she was eight, she 'fell' down the stairs as a result of loosing yet another fight. El never learned that it was best to wait for her older brothers before starting to swing. It earned her a fast trip to the infirmary and a scar on her chin that she is rather proud of. Things changed rapidly for their little gang when the two eldest brothers, Tanan and Elanon Impressed at Fort Weyr's latest clutch. With both a brown and green respectively, they suddenly had no more time for their little sister and Elanee had to learn how to be a follower for the first time in her young life. Of course, it was all worth it to get the chance to help oil or feed the Weyrlings.
After T'nan graduated, he took a transfer to Dark Moon Weyr. Elanee, predictably, followed said worshiped older brother. Well it was that excuse and that Dark Moon's strange dragons and stories that had Elanee fascinated. Here was a place she could stretch her wings, and she'd never have to brush her hair again. As a child born of the Weyr, she took the chance to stand as a Candidate. After all, the only thing better than not having to brush and wash long hair was the chance to have her own dragon. After all, if T'nan and E'lon could manage it, she certainly could.
Pets: None.
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual
Rank: Candidate
Appearance: To say it in a nicely, Elanee is vertically challenged... in a big way. With boots and on her tip toes, she might manage to break five feet. She is slim even for her age and much to her chagrin lacks any sort of womanly endowments. Of course if asked, she claims that this will change; although, anyone who has met her mother knows otherwise. It is unlikely that she will ever look like much more than a very small lad, of course to mention that will earn you a fist to the jaw.
With dark brown eyes and an almost permanent pout, Elanee could be considered very pretty if she spent any time cultivating it. But instead it is much more likely to find her dirt smudged and somewhere where she probably shouldn't be. A scar runs along her left cheek and jawline from an unfortunate encounter with a wall as a child. As it turns out, in a fight, the wall always wins. Otherwise her rampant childhood ways have not scared her with anything worse.
As soon as she got out from underneath her mother's thumb she cut her hair. After all, long locks are not fitting for any rider, or even a prospective one. And, its much easier to take care of when its above your ears, bathing is something that does not need any increasing in length. So now, the black, thick mass stands on end like a small, wild halo around her head. And of course, that is exactly how she likes it.
Finding her in a dress is almost an impossibility, she shirks them at all possible events. The extent of her usual wardrobe is a simple shirt and long pants. A child of hand-me-downs and many times mended clothing, she has little taste for fashion and as long as it covers her from cold it is just fine. Far more often than not, her clothes are as dirty and torn as she is.
Personality:
Elanee is a handful, putting it mildly. Sharp of tongue and of wit, her comments are known to flay opponents to the bone. She has always been the instigator, with or without her backup. More often than not she is the one being held out at arm's length while shes swinging wildly. Of course, if she actually manages to hit a person, she gives them cause to regret getting hit.
A lover of challenges, she is not one to give up a fight of any sort despite any disadvantages in size or weight. One to try and hold a grudge, Elanee has a tendency to forget a slight. A short memory and a tendency towards easy distraction tend to create a short fuse in the Candidate. She gets mad quickly, but tends to forget the reason just as quickly. More or less, she simply has an extremely short attention span.
Being the only daughter and the youngest of six children instilled in her a need to hold her own and she can be competitive to the point of danger. If there is a cliff, she will be the first to dare anyone to see how far they can lean over it. Of course, shes probably the first that would push someone else over the edge. One of her favorite sayings is: ''I'll play the hand I'm dealt and then a cheat.' Not one to roll over or accept anything, she will fight to the bitter end for a cause she believes in and she can be often caught sabotaging the competition.
Elanee has a bone to pick with the world and a point to prove if it kills her in the process. She is a driven girl without any direction and for the most part, runs in circles as fast as she can. The only things that can keep her attention for any length of time are puzzles and dragons. Of course, if she can't figure it out quickly enough, shes just as likely to destroy it. After all, it is rude of the puzzle not to give it's solution to the girl in a rapid fashion.
History:
Evanie was a typical creche mother at Fort Weyr, she had several children and fostered several more. Their family had always lived at the Weyr and even a lucky few actually rode the fantastic dragons that their lives centered around. Evanie was well known for her cooking and her... accommodating habits. So much so, that no one was really sure who each of her children were sired by; of course, neither was Evanie. Five sons and one daughter were a fine compliment to the Weyr, and Evanie was always willing to do her duty.
Growing up the youngest of six children would have been a trial enough in itself, but Elanee grew up with five older brothers. A lively family tended to grow livelier because her grandmother often fostered other weyrbrats. And their series of caves that was the family's home was always a rush of noise and activity. It was a lucky thing Elanee was tough and had a great deal of energy, for trying to keep up with her brothers was a full time occupation. But instead of picking on the only girl in their little tribe, they tended to support her. Of course, El got into more fights than the rest combined.
Although she never knew her father, Elanee always pranced around with the imagined hero bronzerider that should be her father. She was more or less tolerated and smiled at. After all, her stories at least, didn't get anyone sent down to the Infirmary. Despite raising five older boys, after El began to grow, her mother found herself on a first name basis with most of the healers. The only time the young girl really behaved was during the required lessons. And, besides fighting, it was the one other thing she excelled at. With a passable voice and her irrepressible urge to show off, El always learned her teaching songs before most of the other children.
She was often the pint sized ringleader to their little gang and the creche mothers always had their work cut out for them when Elanee was about. When she was eight, she 'fell' down the stairs as a result of loosing yet another fight. El never learned that it was best to wait for her older brothers before starting to swing. It earned her a fast trip to the infirmary and a scar on her chin that she is rather proud of. Things changed rapidly for their little gang when the two eldest brothers, Tanan and Elanon Impressed at Fort Weyr's latest clutch. With both a brown and green respectively, they suddenly had no more time for their little sister and Elanee had to learn how to be a follower for the first time in her young life. Of course, it was all worth it to get the chance to help oil or feed the Weyrlings.
After T'nan graduated, he took a transfer to Dark Moon Weyr. Elanee, predictably, followed said worshiped older brother. Well it was that excuse and that Dark Moon's strange dragons and stories that had Elanee fascinated. Here was a place she could stretch her wings, and she'd never have to brush her hair again. As a child born of the Weyr, she took the chance to stand as a Candidate. After all, the only thing better than not having to brush and wash long hair was the chance to have her own dragon. After all, if T'nan and E'lon could manage it, she certainly could.
Pets: None.
