Post by prissy on Oct 15, 2007 0:29:28 GMT -5
Character Info
Name: Kycira
Age: 16
Gender: female
Rank: Candidate
Family: Stepmother Minera aged 38, father Daemis aged 46, two half-brothers. Father is a Journeyman Weaver, mother is just.. a common housewife, raising the children. She's had some basic Harper training, but nothing ever came of it. The boys, Daris and Madov, are four and five Turns old, respectively.
Appearance:
”Cute” would not accurately describe Kycira; though she’s quite young, the girl has an undeniable beauty about her, and usually appears older than her mere 15 Turns. Her hair falls to her shoulder blades in rich, dark brown waves, and her skin has a faint, creamy brown hue that is natural rather than sun-induced. It is clear, free of any blemishes save for a few freckles across the bridge of her nose and some small moles here and there. However, the more she does stay outside, the darker her complexion becomes while her hair grows lighter, even exhibiting some highlights. Kycira’s eyes are wide and expressive, a pale hazel in hue, with gold flecks. They’ve been known to vary slightly in color depending on her mood, sometimes taking on more of a greenish tone, or leaning more towards a golden brown at other times.
She’s relatively short as far as females go, standing at just over 5’ tall. She’s long in the limbs for her height, but relatively short-waisted. The girl is not really skinny, but she’s certainly not fat either. She looks stout; she won’t break if asked to do a little honest work. Her facial structure is often what throws people off the most about her, age-wise. It’s still somewhat round, her chin soft and not very pronounced; not quite a baby face but almost.
Personality:
Borderline obsessive and a little vain, Kycira may not be a perfect role-model. Any time there’s a reflective surface nearby, she’s in front of it, tucking back that errant strand of hair or fussing over her clothes. She wants to look her best at all times, and doesn’t care if she’s kneading bread dough or helping to butcher herdbeasts; her appearance is always top priority, and even if she’s smeared with blood or flour, she’s going to look sharding good while she’s at it! That’s not to say that it’s all she ever worries or thinks about, but it does take up a good deal of her time. A lot of thought goes into her wardrobe, which colors and styles suit her the best and which ones don’t suit her at all and which to wear on what day.
Kycira loves the boys, and flirts with them unabashedly. However, she also loves to tease, keeping any over-zealous suitors coolly at arm’s length. Her reputation is second in importance only to her appearance, and a reputation as an easy trollop would simply not do. The girl has a vaguely commanding air about her, and is not adverse to rapping out orders to people she barely knows.. or doesn’t know at all. At first glance, it is not uncommon for her to be mistaken for a spoiled, air-headed little brat who wouldn’t know a gold from a green if one landed on her. But any time spent with Kycira quickly proves the opposite; she’s cunning, manipulative, and ambitious, and once she’s got her sights set on something, she’ll stop at nothing to achieve her goals. She thinks nothing of friendships made simply for personal gain, and once it’s served its purpose, said “friendship” will, in all likelihood, cease to exist.
However, this doesn’t make Kycira a cold, uncaring person. She can be very warm at times, and seems to have a natural “talent” with people. “Social butterfly” is not an entirely inaccurate term for her. She does not see human life as something insignificant to be thrown away, nor does she believe that those less fortunate than her are insignificant. But she’s not likely to step in if someone else is in trouble, unless that someone else happens to be one of the few people she considers a true friend. Kycira is definitely someone that most people wouldn’t mind having on their side, as she’s like a canine with a bone; she’ll ferociously defend what’s hers, and she’s loyal to a fault where her friends are concerned. She’s also ridiculously adept at holding grudges. Due to her ambitious nature though, she doesn’t make friends easily, for ambition seems to go hand-in-hand with suspicion. In order to protect her interests, Kycira must be careful about who she trusts, right?
Commanding and manipulative though she may be, Kycira is no dummy. She knows her place, and she knows what’s expected of her. She may do some subtle boundary-testing to see what she can and cannot get away with, but she’s certainly not going to go off and mouth the Weyrwoman, even if Kycira is having a bad hair day. Anyone even one rank above her is someone to respect.. at least until she rises in rank above them.
History:
Born in High Reaches Hold, Kycira was the only child of a young man and a sickly woman. Pregnancy took a great toll on her mother; the birth was difficult, even for a first. She barely got to see her infant grow to her first year before she succumbed to the strain on her body, leaving her husband to care for the child. Kycira’s father grieved for Turns, and refused to marry again. But eventually he came to realize that raising his daughter was not a task that he would easily manage on his own.
When Kycira was ten years old, her father took another wife. By the time Kycira was eleven, she had a new brother, Madov. It wasn't long before Minera became pregnant yet again. Sisterly excitement quickly grew to horror, then disdain as she realized that the babies required all of her father and step-mother’s attention. She was all but left to fend for herself (or so she felt) and refused to have anything to do with the baby. Concerned, her step-mother began making more of an effort to bond with her step-daughter. Every night before bed, she would go to Kycira’s room and brush her hair and tell her what a lovely girl she was. While the attention did well to soothe the girl’s frazzled self-esteem, it was also a large contributor to her vanity.
When she turned twelve, Kycira had yet another little brother, Daris. She was less interested in him than she had been in Madov; sufficiently satisfied she wasn't being replaced, this baby was less of a threat to her. However, now she was old enough to begin babysitting, which she despised. When she was thirteen, Kycira discovered her attraction to boys. A particular Hold boy caught her eye, and she took to filching Minera’s cosmetics to enhance her appearance. It wasn’t long before said appearance was the young teenager’s main concern. She wanted to look lovely at all times to attract the eye of the one who had attracted hers.
Before she got the chance to turn his head, however, Search riders swept through the Hold, taking with them any likely lads and lasses to stand on the Sands. Kycira’s boy was one of them, and in a flurry of dragon wings, he was gone. Rather than express resentment, however, the girl was fascinated by the dragons and expressed a great interest in becoming one of those likely lasses taken to the Weyr on Search. The next Search found Kycira dashing outside to all but greet the dragons as they landed, and to admire the way Rukbat’s rays gleamed on polished hides.
At fourteen, Kycira almost succeeded in being Searched, but Daemis protested, not liking the idea of his little girl possibly fighting Thread on a flaming dragon. She was resentful toward her father, but Kycira refused to give in. One day, she vowed she would be carried to a Weyr on one of those magnificent beasts, on her way to Impress her own! And finally, it happened; shortly after her fifteenth birthing day, there was another Searchdragon visiting the Hold. Again, she was found suitable, but this time she went with him, ignoring her step-mother's frantic protests. She was going to the Weyr!
Once there, she found some of the Weyr customs a bit odd, but strangely liberating. There was a freedom there that she never could have achieved in the Hold. No one expected her to marry, bear children, raise them, and be a good and obedient wife. This all but elated the Candidate, but after the first few days of enjoying her new-found freedom, she turned her focus entirely to one thing: the Hatching.
Color Preference: Gold, Green
Name: Kycira
Age: 16
Gender: female
Rank: Candidate
Family: Stepmother Minera aged 38, father Daemis aged 46, two half-brothers. Father is a Journeyman Weaver, mother is just.. a common housewife, raising the children. She's had some basic Harper training, but nothing ever came of it. The boys, Daris and Madov, are four and five Turns old, respectively.
Appearance:
”Cute” would not accurately describe Kycira; though she’s quite young, the girl has an undeniable beauty about her, and usually appears older than her mere 15 Turns. Her hair falls to her shoulder blades in rich, dark brown waves, and her skin has a faint, creamy brown hue that is natural rather than sun-induced. It is clear, free of any blemishes save for a few freckles across the bridge of her nose and some small moles here and there. However, the more she does stay outside, the darker her complexion becomes while her hair grows lighter, even exhibiting some highlights. Kycira’s eyes are wide and expressive, a pale hazel in hue, with gold flecks. They’ve been known to vary slightly in color depending on her mood, sometimes taking on more of a greenish tone, or leaning more towards a golden brown at other times.
She’s relatively short as far as females go, standing at just over 5’ tall. She’s long in the limbs for her height, but relatively short-waisted. The girl is not really skinny, but she’s certainly not fat either. She looks stout; she won’t break if asked to do a little honest work. Her facial structure is often what throws people off the most about her, age-wise. It’s still somewhat round, her chin soft and not very pronounced; not quite a baby face but almost.
Personality:
Borderline obsessive and a little vain, Kycira may not be a perfect role-model. Any time there’s a reflective surface nearby, she’s in front of it, tucking back that errant strand of hair or fussing over her clothes. She wants to look her best at all times, and doesn’t care if she’s kneading bread dough or helping to butcher herdbeasts; her appearance is always top priority, and even if she’s smeared with blood or flour, she’s going to look sharding good while she’s at it! That’s not to say that it’s all she ever worries or thinks about, but it does take up a good deal of her time. A lot of thought goes into her wardrobe, which colors and styles suit her the best and which ones don’t suit her at all and which to wear on what day.
Kycira loves the boys, and flirts with them unabashedly. However, she also loves to tease, keeping any over-zealous suitors coolly at arm’s length. Her reputation is second in importance only to her appearance, and a reputation as an easy trollop would simply not do. The girl has a vaguely commanding air about her, and is not adverse to rapping out orders to people she barely knows.. or doesn’t know at all. At first glance, it is not uncommon for her to be mistaken for a spoiled, air-headed little brat who wouldn’t know a gold from a green if one landed on her. But any time spent with Kycira quickly proves the opposite; she’s cunning, manipulative, and ambitious, and once she’s got her sights set on something, she’ll stop at nothing to achieve her goals. She thinks nothing of friendships made simply for personal gain, and once it’s served its purpose, said “friendship” will, in all likelihood, cease to exist.
However, this doesn’t make Kycira a cold, uncaring person. She can be very warm at times, and seems to have a natural “talent” with people. “Social butterfly” is not an entirely inaccurate term for her. She does not see human life as something insignificant to be thrown away, nor does she believe that those less fortunate than her are insignificant. But she’s not likely to step in if someone else is in trouble, unless that someone else happens to be one of the few people she considers a true friend. Kycira is definitely someone that most people wouldn’t mind having on their side, as she’s like a canine with a bone; she’ll ferociously defend what’s hers, and she’s loyal to a fault where her friends are concerned. She’s also ridiculously adept at holding grudges. Due to her ambitious nature though, she doesn’t make friends easily, for ambition seems to go hand-in-hand with suspicion. In order to protect her interests, Kycira must be careful about who she trusts, right?
Commanding and manipulative though she may be, Kycira is no dummy. She knows her place, and she knows what’s expected of her. She may do some subtle boundary-testing to see what she can and cannot get away with, but she’s certainly not going to go off and mouth the Weyrwoman, even if Kycira is having a bad hair day. Anyone even one rank above her is someone to respect.. at least until she rises in rank above them.
History:
Born in High Reaches Hold, Kycira was the only child of a young man and a sickly woman. Pregnancy took a great toll on her mother; the birth was difficult, even for a first. She barely got to see her infant grow to her first year before she succumbed to the strain on her body, leaving her husband to care for the child. Kycira’s father grieved for Turns, and refused to marry again. But eventually he came to realize that raising his daughter was not a task that he would easily manage on his own.
When Kycira was ten years old, her father took another wife. By the time Kycira was eleven, she had a new brother, Madov. It wasn't long before Minera became pregnant yet again. Sisterly excitement quickly grew to horror, then disdain as she realized that the babies required all of her father and step-mother’s attention. She was all but left to fend for herself (or so she felt) and refused to have anything to do with the baby. Concerned, her step-mother began making more of an effort to bond with her step-daughter. Every night before bed, she would go to Kycira’s room and brush her hair and tell her what a lovely girl she was. While the attention did well to soothe the girl’s frazzled self-esteem, it was also a large contributor to her vanity.
When she turned twelve, Kycira had yet another little brother, Daris. She was less interested in him than she had been in Madov; sufficiently satisfied she wasn't being replaced, this baby was less of a threat to her. However, now she was old enough to begin babysitting, which she despised. When she was thirteen, Kycira discovered her attraction to boys. A particular Hold boy caught her eye, and she took to filching Minera’s cosmetics to enhance her appearance. It wasn’t long before said appearance was the young teenager’s main concern. She wanted to look lovely at all times to attract the eye of the one who had attracted hers.
Before she got the chance to turn his head, however, Search riders swept through the Hold, taking with them any likely lads and lasses to stand on the Sands. Kycira’s boy was one of them, and in a flurry of dragon wings, he was gone. Rather than express resentment, however, the girl was fascinated by the dragons and expressed a great interest in becoming one of those likely lasses taken to the Weyr on Search. The next Search found Kycira dashing outside to all but greet the dragons as they landed, and to admire the way Rukbat’s rays gleamed on polished hides.
At fourteen, Kycira almost succeeded in being Searched, but Daemis protested, not liking the idea of his little girl possibly fighting Thread on a flaming dragon. She was resentful toward her father, but Kycira refused to give in. One day, she vowed she would be carried to a Weyr on one of those magnificent beasts, on her way to Impress her own! And finally, it happened; shortly after her fifteenth birthing day, there was another Searchdragon visiting the Hold. Again, she was found suitable, but this time she went with him, ignoring her step-mother's frantic protests. She was going to the Weyr!
Once there, she found some of the Weyr customs a bit odd, but strangely liberating. There was a freedom there that she never could have achieved in the Hold. No one expected her to marry, bear children, raise them, and be a good and obedient wife. This all but elated the Candidate, but after the first few days of enjoying her new-found freedom, she turned her focus entirely to one thing: the Hatching.
Color Preference: Gold, Green
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