Post by beastiepie on Sept 5, 2011 22:35:08 GMT -5
Username:
You can call me BeastiePie.
Character Number:
This is character number one for me.
Name:
Her name would be Naria….
Age:
….and she is sixteen turns old….
Gender:
…and a female.
Sexuality:
Naria’s sexuality is a hard one to place. She has no interest in pursuing a relationship of any sort, but that doesn’t mean she could not be courted. If she were forced to pick on what gender she would prefer her ‘lover’ be she would say male. The only reason for this, however, is that it takes both a boy and a girl to have children, which is something she would enjoy having someday. So, in a sense, she is heterosexual.
Rank:
Since she has no dragon of her own, she is a candidate .
Wing:
She can’t really do anything, so she is on the groundcrew.
Status:
Aside from the slight pain in her left arm from time to time, she is no better or worse than anyone else.
Appearance:
Naria is a pretty enough girl, if not a little off-putting. She is very tall, both for a girl and for her age, standing at a firm 5'10". Her arms and legs are very long, gangly and thin, making her look a bit like a stick. On top of this she has no chest to speak of and always wears baggy clothes, which make it look worse. Her skin is smooth enough, but not perfect. She has a light tan from venturing down to the beach beside her home so much. Numerous freckles dot her face nd shoulders, paired with the occasional angry red pimple or mole.
Naria's face is a little pudgy, giving her dimples when she smiles. Her eyes are large, bright green, and almost shaped like a cats, which makes them look sharp. Her nose is of above average size, but not so large that it's the first thing one notices about her. It's offset nicely by her nice, full pink lips. Her hair is a bright rusty red. It falls in gentle waves just past her shoulders. Overall, she has a very mischievous look about her, like an imp of some sort. She can always be seen wearing a smile. It's an odd one, like she's remembering something funny that only she would understand. Her face is one of the biggest reasons why people avoid her. While not remarkably ugly, her face always has the same expression on it no matter when you see her: like she's amused, but in some odd, ethereal way no mear mortal can understand. While this is not true, it appears that way.
Her clothes are of average fair. She likes wearing light, but neutral colors. You will sometimes find her in light grays or browns, but her favorite is white. A hard thing to keep clean when gutting fish or digging in sand, but somehow she manages. She is not amazingly fashionable, and usually dresses based on two factors: One, how she feels when she gets up and two, what the weather is like.
The most notable thing about Naria is her scar. She rarely keeps it covered, so it is usually the first thing people notice about her. Running up the length of her left arm is the angry, puckered, hideous mark of one unlucky enough to be touched by Thread. It doesn't hurt very much anymore, and when it does it's not enough to bother her much anymore; it's mostly just a large, ugly blemish nowadays.
Personality:
Saying that Naria is an odd girl would be a massive understatement. She is not the typical prissy girlie girl, nor is she some rough and tumble tomboy. She sits right in the middle, a sort of ambiguous creature that can be compared to no other. She is not especially mature for her age, nor is she immature. She seems to act, in some respects, like someone much older than her fifteen, but in other ways she seems much younger: as if she has some strange wisdom or intuition that only she can understand.
Naria is a very quiet girl, but not for the typical reasons. She is not shy, and even seems to be confident in herself and decisions. She is not some loner, who dislikes human contact. She has no real reason to be so quiet, except for one: her own hobbies. Naria is quiet because she likes to listen. The way people’s voices change when people speak, the way their faces twist and turn with emotion, the way they move their hands- it all fascinates her. She will sit and listen to people talk about anything, even the most tedious and boring subjects. This has made her exceptionally good at reading people, as well as an excellent person to speak with when seeking advice.
Another important factor of Naria’s personality is her curiosity. She is very inquisitive about the world around her and craves knowledge of all sorts. While she knows a lot about a variety of subjects, she isn’t particularly smart. Most of her insights are insignificant facts- interesting, but not particularly useful (like the fact that Giraffes have the same number of vertebra in their necks that humans do, seven. When will you ever need to know that?). She can also come off as a bit nosy at times. If she hears some trivial piece of gossip, she will question and pester numerous people until she gets the facts.
Naria can find the humor in anything. She is never deterred by any situation, and will laugh at even the most bleak of things. This doesn't mean that she doesn't get sad or upset sometimes, it just means that she is less likely to than a normal person. This has a tendency to get her in trouble when she smiles or laughs at a situation where it's not warranted, however.
Naria is very comfortable in her own skin. She is relaxed to the point of lethargy. That means that, yes, Naria is a lazy person. She likes to sit and think about things and listen to what goes on around her. This irks a lot of her elders, who see her as wasting her time or shirking work. While that is, reasonably, true, Naria feels justified by her actions. Her arm pains her from time to time, and when one of those spells hits she doesn’t want to overexert it, in fear of further damage.
All in all, Naria is very cheerful and an approachable person….. Or at least she would be. Given the way she holds herself, her strange quirks and, most importantly, her brutal scarring, people tend to avoid Naria. She comes off as a bit creepy to her peers, especially since she has a tendency to spout out the random facts she knows. It doesn’t particularly bother Naria that others think she is strange; in fact, it amuses her on some level.
History:
Naria’s life isn’t one of extreme intrigue. Her life began as any other person’s will- not with her actual birth, but with the meeting of two people. Sanya and Garer were common folk, brought more together out of necessity than by love. A fisherman and his wife, living a basic life in the sea Hold. While not the idealistic marriage, they were content with their lives and each other, and the household was one of relative peace. Most days were spent by Garer out at sea; by Sanya tending to everything around her home. It did not take long for Sanya to find out she was with child, and the result was Naria.
Her early life was spent as most children’s were. She went to her lessons when instructed, and did the easy, tedious chores children were to do. She was no exceptional prodigy who displayed early signs of genius. She was a very quiet girl, and abnormally compliant to request, but no wonder. She thoroughly enjoyed the company of her elders and always listened intently as they rambled about long forgotten times. She was an outcast among her peers, not rambunctious enough to be normal by their standards.
One would think that the isolation her peers inflicted upon her would harm Naria, but it seemed almost as if she never cared. She was too fascinated by the goings on around her to pay attention to her loneliness. There was always something to do, something to see, or something to hear that would fill the social need. She never needed to giggle about boys or plot pranks with the guys; watching and listening was enough.
One of the greatest thrills of Naria's life was going outside of her Hold. It was always for chores of collecting plants or the little crabs that scuttled along on the beach, but it was wonderful. She always hung back fro the others that went out, close enough to watch, but far enough away so she wouldn't be noticed. Her favorite pastime was watching the boys scurry around on the beach, looking for firelizard eggs. She had a special place to sit while she did- a small half-cave, just big enough for her to sit inside off, but not deep enough to truly hide her. It was in this cave that It happened.
By the time she realized what was going on, everyone else was gone. She hadn't heard the warnings, and in panic her fellow gatherers didn't bother to see if she was with them or not. The sky was alight with dragon's breath. Threadfall, and she was too far from her Hold. If she tried to run for it, she would be toast. it was then she remembered her cave. It wasn't that far away, and she could squeeze in pretty tight; hell, it was safer than standing out in the open.
She curled up as tight as she could in the cave and waited for what seemed like hours. She was beginning to think that it was over and she was safe when a single Thread fell. She wasn't sure if the thing knew she was there or if a gust of wind blew it in. All she knew was that she threw her arm up, and then pain. it was searing. Pain was everything; there was nothing else and never would be. She could feel every particle in her arm being devoured by the creature. It was to much- she blacked out.
When she woke up she was in Weyr. In the Infirmary, to be more specific. It turns out a rider was doing a low sweep and heard her screaming: funny, she didn't remember screaming. He and his dragon brought her through the Between. The climate had killed the Thread on her arm, and she had been fixed up the best they could. She was lucky, she was told. The wound would be painful and heal slowly, but it was mostly cosmetic. Nothing major was hit, so she would not lose her arm.
When she was taken back to her Hold a few days later, she was not hailed as a hero. She was still sore and hurt, but she was expected to help in any way she could. She did basic chores that she had not had to do since she was a small child. Easy, simple things that were almost an insult. She grew used to it- not having to do much. So when her arm was as better as it would get, she was almost resentful of being bumped back up to things more her age. She skittered by, doing just enough to get by but never exceeding expectations.
Maybe it was a mistake, then, that this odd girl be Searched. She was honestly shocked when she was picked. She had never had a special love of the dragons; they were something she had some respect for, but she had never fancied being paired with one. She had expected her life to go as her mothers had- married to some man she settled for (or settled for her, as the case may be), having a child or two, and working her fingers to the bone as she had. She didn't expect to be anything great, but perhaps she would be.
Family:
Garer – Father – Fisherman
Sanya – Mother - housewife
