Post by hedgie on Sept 20, 2011 21:48:57 GMT -5
username: Hedgie
character number:Third
name: Fenis
age: 15 Turns
gender: Female
sexuality: Heterosexual
status: Healthy, fighting fit, and ready to go.
rank: Wher Candidate
wing: -----
play-by: Dakota Fanning
- - :appearance: - -
Fenis is still very much a kid. Old enough to be a candidate, but nowhere near old enough to be considered an adult in any right. There's still a bit of growing left to do, though Fenis will never be much taller than most mens' shoulders. Which is kind of annoying to anyone, because no one enjoys having to look up at someone when you'd rather be looking down, or directly into their eyes...or something. As with most other adolescents who still have growing to do, Fenis has limbs that are a bit..long. Hands ending in long, dainty fingers, but..dainty feet. She managed to carry herself with a calm grace and confidence that accompanies most of her actions. Though she wants respect, it's kind of hard to get it when you're young..and when you have a habit of dressing oddly..You guessed it. Even if she acts like a little adult, Fenis looks more like a wild-child. Black, mixed with bright colors. Jackets, jewelry, scarves, hair bows and any manner of accessory.
Fenis is blond. Yes, not an easy color to find on Pern, which seems to be filled with darker hair colors, and skin colors for that matter, but she's got it. It's not a light, ash-blonde, but a darker, sandy color. It's as if she's trying to be a brunette but failing miserably at it. It's curly, and looks a bit unkempt even if she tries to tame it. Normally, she pulls it back with a bow or strong of some sort, because it doesn't look as unruly that way, but it can be seen down around her shoulders just as often. The sandy color isn't at all uniform, lighter in some places and darker in others...it's rather pretty, though. She really is a cute little thing.
Her eyes are blue, a dark color like the ocean at night, or a dusk sky..or something that sounds just as pretty but may not be in terms of description. Also, because of her creative habits, her hands normally have some kind of stained patches, in any variety of color, size and boldness.
Fenis is a girl with a plan.
She likes to know what she's doing, and when, and why. Growing up, her mother's mildly erratic lifestyle taught Fenis that knowing nothing of what the day ahead held was unwise, because if you didn't know, you couldn't really prepare for it. Now, it's impossible for her to completely know what the day's events are going to be, seeing as life likes to trip us up now and again, but living in a weyr for five turns has taught her that, unlike her previous life, there is a good bit of predictability around. You wake up, you eat, do your work (Whatever it is at the time), you bathe..or at least she does. Regularly, too. It's part of her daily routine. You eat again, maybe do some more work. Lessons if you have them, and then leisure time. There's more to it, but I'm sure you all don't want to hear Fenis's personal schedule in full detail.
It's pretty obvious she likes to keep things organized, and possibly has one of the cleanest rooms in the candidate barracks. The floor may just be clean enough to eat off of, but it's not like she's going to. There's a place for everything in there, from clothing projects to art to a neatly-made bed. Though she follows a rather set pattern, Fenis does occasionally find herself feeling adventurous. Maybe not in the sense of a journey, seeing as she's certainly had enough of those, but in a way that doesn't exactly match her well-kept lifestyle. A little art-and0craft endeavor every now and again.
And so, even if she's more organized than most people could ever hope to be, it isn't odd to see her hands and lower arms stained with color. How she manages to keep it off of her clothing is a mystery....
Fenis is a stable person, and is in no way a hazard to anyone. Yet, she is still young, and tends to loose her chill manner when something doesn't go as planned. When her schedule is interrupted, or something ends up misplaced, she panics. There may be crying, though she tries not to, rooms have been torn up in a frantic search for something, and voices are raised. Other than this, the only other time Fenis is like this is when she's sleeping. Being a very light sleeper, she startles when a noise is made, loud enough to interrupt her slumber. She isn't entirely afraid of the dark, and being a wher candidate means she's going to have to get over it fast, but it does make her nervous enough to cause an adverse reaction.
Fenis, though she may sound like a stick-in-the-mud, really is a nice young lady. She is, however, more like a little adult in behavior than a girl as young as she is, and having age-appropriate fun isn't something she's good at..at all. It's just so very loud, and dangerous..and someone could get hurt, or they could all get in trouble...it makes her a little nervous, but she avoids it when she can. At all costs.
Though it does look fun sometimes...
Even though she has a bit of an issue fitting in with those her own age, and certainly younger, Fenis is a confident little lady. She's smart, and she knows it, but she doesn't really flaunt it. Mostly because kids her age don;t care and adults just think she's cute. As a younger child, she kept her mother in line whenever Romi's whims picked up speed, and has always been a little caretaker, an organizer, a planner. A little adult, complete with little adult insecurities that she tries to beat back with little adult determination. Well-mannered when dealing with her elders, Fenis will sometimes, completely on accident, find herself scolding her peers or even mentally grouping them together into little cliques. Things that she doesn't want a part in, but certainly finds interesting enough.
They don't always seem very smart, what with all the teasing and pushing and all those loud, rambunctious habits. So maybe she tends to think that she's above most of them, but instead of acting frosty, she just..avoids them for the most part. She can't help it, sometimes..They just need to be glared at every now and then.
Maybe they'll learn something, too.
Fenis has a bit of an odd story. Rather average, or strange, in beginning depending on personal opinion, very strange in the middle and thought it doesn't have an end yet..whatever's after the middle seems to be just as muddled and confusing as the past.
Romi was a wanderer. She had a herdbeast, a cart, a runnerbeast to pull said cart, and a variety of things to make money off of. Being a sort of "jack of all trades", she could do a little of everything from weaving to singing to cooking and cleaning. She'd been born in a hold, but had also been born with a restless spirit. No one was really shocked when she took off with her belongings and talents the minute she turned eighteen. Traveling was nice, making money was even better, and she occasionally had run-ins with men. Rather nice-looking ones, who had money, and occasionally they were also kind, but it didn't matter much to her. She'd be gone in the morning. While stopping at Solace, she met a fairly nice young man. A healer, and handsome, too. It was really meant to be a one-night thing, as per usual, but Romi ended up staying with him for almost a full turn. Then one day, out of the blue and in the middle of the night, she left. No note, no signals, just gone into the wind.
Though..why one would run off with a child carefully growing inside of them....well, that has yet to be answered and Romi probably didn't even know when she left. Eventually, since pregnancies don't usually hide themselves, she did notice and managed to take care of herself well enough to pop out said child.
She looked quite a lot like her father. Well, at least she'd inherited the good looks. Romi wasn't all that pretty, but she was smart and she raised Fenis well. Fenis latched on to every bit of information her mother threw her way, and picked up bits and pieces of a trade here, a skill there, until she too knew more than most children her age. Really, how many six-turn olds can keep a record of their mother's sales while making their own clothing and that everyone remembers to eat? Not many, you know. Fenis is something special.
When she was ten, Fenis found her mother gone. The cart was there, the herdbeast was there, and a good bit of supplies were there..but Romi and the runnerbeast were nowhere to be found. Well, it probably would've been more practical to follow her mother's trail, but Fenis did something...random. Odd for her because she seemed to like following a plan..but she untied the herdbeast, packed up some supplies, and headed off in whatever direction suited her fancy. Winter snuck up as it normally does, cold and troublesome, and it put Fenis and her lonely 'beast in a bit of a bind. Eventually, the herdbeast died..because cold'll do that to you..well, cold and starvation, and since Fenis didn't exaclty know how to butcher something larger than her, she was forced to live off of practically nothing.
Needless to say, the food ran out, she became a bit ill, and somehow managed to conveniently collapse close enough to the place of her conception to be found by a lone wherhandler patrolling..like all good wherhandlers should. She was scooped up, carried to the infirmary in a rather feverish daze, and after lots of sleeping and various treatments for whatever seemed to be ailing her, she woke up to a stranger's face.
Quite like hers, but that didn't matter right away.
She panicked, had to be held down until things were explained and she was (almost) calm again. Her name was asked, and she rasped it out the best she possibly could. Fenis, of course, and wasn't it a pretty name?
Well, it certainly was pretty, Well, fate is a funny thing at times, isn't it? Because that healer, after a long talk about where in the world Fenis had come from, turned out to be her father..you know, the one she'd never met... For the next three turns of her life, Fenis became reacquainted with her father, until they both decided it was fine time she did something with herself. Feeling she had enough skills for the time being, and having been besotted with whers since her rescue, a wher candidate she became.
And a wher candidate she has stayed.
character number:Third
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name: Fenis
age: 15 Turns
gender: Female
sexuality: Heterosexual
status: Healthy, fighting fit, and ready to go.
rank: Wher Candidate
wing: -----
play-by: Dakota Fanning
- - :appearance: - -
Fenis is still very much a kid. Old enough to be a candidate, but nowhere near old enough to be considered an adult in any right. There's still a bit of growing left to do, though Fenis will never be much taller than most mens' shoulders. Which is kind of annoying to anyone, because no one enjoys having to look up at someone when you'd rather be looking down, or directly into their eyes...or something. As with most other adolescents who still have growing to do, Fenis has limbs that are a bit..long. Hands ending in long, dainty fingers, but..dainty feet. She managed to carry herself with a calm grace and confidence that accompanies most of her actions. Though she wants respect, it's kind of hard to get it when you're young..and when you have a habit of dressing oddly..You guessed it. Even if she acts like a little adult, Fenis looks more like a wild-child. Black, mixed with bright colors. Jackets, jewelry, scarves, hair bows and any manner of accessory.
Fenis is blond. Yes, not an easy color to find on Pern, which seems to be filled with darker hair colors, and skin colors for that matter, but she's got it. It's not a light, ash-blonde, but a darker, sandy color. It's as if she's trying to be a brunette but failing miserably at it. It's curly, and looks a bit unkempt even if she tries to tame it. Normally, she pulls it back with a bow or strong of some sort, because it doesn't look as unruly that way, but it can be seen down around her shoulders just as often. The sandy color isn't at all uniform, lighter in some places and darker in others...it's rather pretty, though. She really is a cute little thing.
Her eyes are blue, a dark color like the ocean at night, or a dusk sky..or something that sounds just as pretty but may not be in terms of description. Also, because of her creative habits, her hands normally have some kind of stained patches, in any variety of color, size and boldness.
- - :personality: - -
Fenis is a girl with a plan.
She likes to know what she's doing, and when, and why. Growing up, her mother's mildly erratic lifestyle taught Fenis that knowing nothing of what the day ahead held was unwise, because if you didn't know, you couldn't really prepare for it. Now, it's impossible for her to completely know what the day's events are going to be, seeing as life likes to trip us up now and again, but living in a weyr for five turns has taught her that, unlike her previous life, there is a good bit of predictability around. You wake up, you eat, do your work (Whatever it is at the time), you bathe..or at least she does. Regularly, too. It's part of her daily routine. You eat again, maybe do some more work. Lessons if you have them, and then leisure time. There's more to it, but I'm sure you all don't want to hear Fenis's personal schedule in full detail.
It's pretty obvious she likes to keep things organized, and possibly has one of the cleanest rooms in the candidate barracks. The floor may just be clean enough to eat off of, but it's not like she's going to. There's a place for everything in there, from clothing projects to art to a neatly-made bed. Though she follows a rather set pattern, Fenis does occasionally find herself feeling adventurous. Maybe not in the sense of a journey, seeing as she's certainly had enough of those, but in a way that doesn't exactly match her well-kept lifestyle. A little art-and0craft endeavor every now and again.
And so, even if she's more organized than most people could ever hope to be, it isn't odd to see her hands and lower arms stained with color. How she manages to keep it off of her clothing is a mystery....
Fenis is a stable person, and is in no way a hazard to anyone. Yet, she is still young, and tends to loose her chill manner when something doesn't go as planned. When her schedule is interrupted, or something ends up misplaced, she panics. There may be crying, though she tries not to, rooms have been torn up in a frantic search for something, and voices are raised. Other than this, the only other time Fenis is like this is when she's sleeping. Being a very light sleeper, she startles when a noise is made, loud enough to interrupt her slumber. She isn't entirely afraid of the dark, and being a wher candidate means she's going to have to get over it fast, but it does make her nervous enough to cause an adverse reaction.
Fenis, though she may sound like a stick-in-the-mud, really is a nice young lady. She is, however, more like a little adult in behavior than a girl as young as she is, and having age-appropriate fun isn't something she's good at..at all. It's just so very loud, and dangerous..and someone could get hurt, or they could all get in trouble...it makes her a little nervous, but she avoids it when she can. At all costs.
Though it does look fun sometimes...
Even though she has a bit of an issue fitting in with those her own age, and certainly younger, Fenis is a confident little lady. She's smart, and she knows it, but she doesn't really flaunt it. Mostly because kids her age don;t care and adults just think she's cute. As a younger child, she kept her mother in line whenever Romi's whims picked up speed, and has always been a little caretaker, an organizer, a planner. A little adult, complete with little adult insecurities that she tries to beat back with little adult determination. Well-mannered when dealing with her elders, Fenis will sometimes, completely on accident, find herself scolding her peers or even mentally grouping them together into little cliques. Things that she doesn't want a part in, but certainly finds interesting enough.
They don't always seem very smart, what with all the teasing and pushing and all those loud, rambunctious habits. So maybe she tends to think that she's above most of them, but instead of acting frosty, she just..avoids them for the most part. She can't help it, sometimes..They just need to be glared at every now and then.
Maybe they'll learn something, too.
- - :history: - -
Fenis has a bit of an odd story. Rather average, or strange, in beginning depending on personal opinion, very strange in the middle and thought it doesn't have an end yet..whatever's after the middle seems to be just as muddled and confusing as the past.
Romi was a wanderer. She had a herdbeast, a cart, a runnerbeast to pull said cart, and a variety of things to make money off of. Being a sort of "jack of all trades", she could do a little of everything from weaving to singing to cooking and cleaning. She'd been born in a hold, but had also been born with a restless spirit. No one was really shocked when she took off with her belongings and talents the minute she turned eighteen. Traveling was nice, making money was even better, and she occasionally had run-ins with men. Rather nice-looking ones, who had money, and occasionally they were also kind, but it didn't matter much to her. She'd be gone in the morning. While stopping at Solace, she met a fairly nice young man. A healer, and handsome, too. It was really meant to be a one-night thing, as per usual, but Romi ended up staying with him for almost a full turn. Then one day, out of the blue and in the middle of the night, she left. No note, no signals, just gone into the wind.
Though..why one would run off with a child carefully growing inside of them....well, that has yet to be answered and Romi probably didn't even know when she left. Eventually, since pregnancies don't usually hide themselves, she did notice and managed to take care of herself well enough to pop out said child.
She looked quite a lot like her father. Well, at least she'd inherited the good looks. Romi wasn't all that pretty, but she was smart and she raised Fenis well. Fenis latched on to every bit of information her mother threw her way, and picked up bits and pieces of a trade here, a skill there, until she too knew more than most children her age. Really, how many six-turn olds can keep a record of their mother's sales while making their own clothing and that everyone remembers to eat? Not many, you know. Fenis is something special.
When she was ten, Fenis found her mother gone. The cart was there, the herdbeast was there, and a good bit of supplies were there..but Romi and the runnerbeast were nowhere to be found. Well, it probably would've been more practical to follow her mother's trail, but Fenis did something...random. Odd for her because she seemed to like following a plan..but she untied the herdbeast, packed up some supplies, and headed off in whatever direction suited her fancy. Winter snuck up as it normally does, cold and troublesome, and it put Fenis and her lonely 'beast in a bit of a bind. Eventually, the herdbeast died..because cold'll do that to you..well, cold and starvation, and since Fenis didn't exaclty know how to butcher something larger than her, she was forced to live off of practically nothing.
Needless to say, the food ran out, she became a bit ill, and somehow managed to conveniently collapse close enough to the place of her conception to be found by a lone wherhandler patrolling..like all good wherhandlers should. She was scooped up, carried to the infirmary in a rather feverish daze, and after lots of sleeping and various treatments for whatever seemed to be ailing her, she woke up to a stranger's face.
Quite like hers, but that didn't matter right away.
She panicked, had to be held down until things were explained and she was (almost) calm again. Her name was asked, and she rasped it out the best she possibly could. Fenis, of course, and wasn't it a pretty name?
Well, it certainly was pretty, Well, fate is a funny thing at times, isn't it? Because that healer, after a long talk about where in the world Fenis had come from, turned out to be her father..you know, the one she'd never met... For the next three turns of her life, Fenis became reacquainted with her father, until they both decided it was fine time she did something with herself. Feeling she had enough skills for the time being, and having been besotted with whers since her rescue, a wher candidate she became.
And a wher candidate she has stayed.
