Post by indigo on Nov 11, 2010 7:49:23 GMT -5
Harper, tell me of the road...
Username: Indigo
Character Number: 1st
Name: Deavelyn
Age: 13
Birth Season: Winter
Gender: female
Location: Delant Hold
Rank: Sr. Apprentice to Yeorden
Candidate for: Dragon
That leads beyond this hold...
Appearance: Her birdlike delicacy lends her an appearance that seems as fragile as the glass she works with. Add in the slender lines, subtle curves of her body, and a transparency of her amber eyes, and many overlook her for turns younger than she is. People often underestimate the strength that those slight limbs hold, or the depth behind those crystal eyes. Ruffled just so, her short cropped and dark hair is always tied with a bright ribbon. Her quick and easy smile has often charmed even the toughest of souls, and her whimsical sense of style lends an insight into her very nature.
That wends its way around the hill...
Personality: Self-reliant out of proportion, Deavelyn often surprises those around her when she smiles sweetly, and says, "I've got it!" to tasks that would be much easier, faster and more pleasant with company. Not a loner by nature, she often wars within herself over those she calls friend, for she worries over her own motives, wondering when too much is too much, and with such thoughts, she keeps most at arms distance.
Despite this constant and deep-seated worrying, she often has high spirits, with a whimsical outlook on life. She easily accepts criticisms, and gives most the benefit of the doubt, a trait that certainly helps her when dealing with a certain master of her craft. It's also said that while she has patience for those who truly don't know, she's got a sharper tongue, and a hard fist for those who are purposely idiotic or intentionally cruel.
Having been left to her own devices for entertainment from an early age, she's honed a natural artistic talent, one that easily caught the eye of her teachers along with her quick wit, and a genuine love for learning.
A somewhat hidden aspect is her love for children (younger than, of course, herself), and anything small that needs looked after, up to and including her fascination with fire lizards. While she tolerates no dependency in herself, those things that are dependent without choice are a distinct wonder and joy to her.
Does it go farther on until...
History: From the outside, Deavelyn's life could be viewed as fairly normal for a child of two lower ranked riders of Western. Her mother and father never officially mated, and lived in separate quarters, but her father's blue consistently flew her mother's green. She had a room with each, and spent her time equally between them, delighting them both with her precocious mannerisms and easy grasp on adult ideals and thoughts. When seen together, the family seemed whole, functional and quite happy, if small by the Pernese common holder's standards.
Under closer scrutiny, it becomes clear that this paradise was closer to hell. Deavelyn was caught in a silent war between her parent's twisted relationship. With the comparative gaps in their educations, and their extraordinarily differing views on life, they were quite the mismatched pairing. Each parent used her, from conception on, to get whatever it was they wanted emotionally from the other. Her mother used her as a guilt trip, to try and stay close to her father, "How can you abandon your child and her mother so?" Her father, in turn, used her to hurt, sting, and push her mother away. That, and his petty words, and occasional slaps kept the woman in an emotionally wrecked state. Her parents were (and still are) completely dependent on one another emotionally, and while her father was aware, and tried consistently (if abusively) to end it, he too relied on her mother to feel like he was worth while.
While she can't pinpoint the exact moment she knew what was happening, she often says that she knew it was wrong and was determined to get away from it before it warped her too. Because of this, she was driven to learn and to find a place outside of the Weyr, away from them.
That was how she lived, always caught between her parents until her eigth turn. Due to their tearing each other apart, Deavelyn steadily became more and more independent. Anything that could be termed as dependence upon someone couldn’t be allowed. Obviously, her parents were having issues with it and she refused to repeat it, even in the instance where someone near her was injured while moving heavy boxes. She quickly moved to get the person out of harm’s way, carrying them all the way to the Healer’s upon her back when it would have been easier to just ask for help.
A visiting tailoring craftsmaster had been passing through, a few months later, meeting with the parents of another child, two turns her senior, to discuss the possibility of apprenticing him out before his twelfth turn. They had spoken within ear shot, and she learned that she was old enough to be apprenticed out. From there, she only needed to find an appropriate craft that was sufficiently interesting, and far enough away.
That is just what she did. Within weeks, she had sent the letter out to Master Yeordan, through her teacher. Most assumed her mother had written the request for apprenticeship to him, and when the confirmation of her acceptance to the glass craft as an apprentice was delivered, it was a shock to all around. It was especially a shock to her mother that her dear, dear daughter was leaving, and to her father that she hadn't bothered to include him. It was a smaller shock to her teachers that she'd done it all on her own.
She merrily was deposited into Master Yeordan's hands the day after she turned nine. The rest is history.
It ends in sunset gold?
Are there any colours you will not accept?
Are there any colours you would prefer? Why? Female colors for flight/sexuality reasons, and it just suits her better
Canon-only? Preferable, but I won't object
Queen-only? No.
