" I spent a lot of nights on the run
And I think oh, like I'm lost and can't be found
I'm just waiting for my day to come
And I think oh, I don't wanna let you down
'Cause something inside has changed
And maybe we don't wanna stay the same "
BASICS
RETIRE INFO: Retire E'rni, adopt Endarakth
NAME: E'rni
GENDER: Female
PRONOUNS: She/Her/Hers
ORIENTATION: Pansexual
BIRTHDATE: Late Fall 2736
AGE: 32 as of Early Fall 2769
LOCATION: Fort Weyr
OCCUPATION: Rider
WING: Daylight Wing
APPEARANCE
EYES: Hazel
HAIR: Dark brown
HEIGHT AND BUILD: 5'7", sturdy
PLAY-BY: Athena Karkanis
FULL APPEARANCE:
E'rni is a little on the tall side, with medium-toned olive skin and dark brown hair that's mostly a mass of curls down to the small of her back. She keeps it out of the way most of the time, practicality outweighing her vanity. Her eyes are large, and a vivid greenish-hazel color. Her lips are full, and her nose a bit on the smaller side. She has heavy Thread scarring on her left forearm and the back of her hand.
She carries herself well, almost looking down on people; her height helps with that some. She dresses not extravagantly, but quite well nonetheless. After all: she's found that people are more inclined to do business with someone who looks good.
PERSONALITY
PERSONALITY:
E'rni is a bright, personable, well-spoken woman who thinks almost solely of herself. She always wants more: more power, more money, more acclaim... but mostly more money. She's a spendthrift and an expert haggler, adept at getting a good deal out of others, and equally adept at selling things with almost no value for far more than they're worth. She sees just about everything as an opportunity to make more money, and often engages in get-rich-quick schemes. She doesn't like to share what she has, and does so only very grudgingly.
She doesn't really think much of other people. She formed attachments once, but has found that people just... tend to go away. She's already watched half her Weyrling class die, and has no desire to actually care about anyone again. The only one she truly cares for at this point is Endarakth, and it's more a mutually-beneficial partnership: they're both manipulative at heart, though for different reasons.
She refuses to engage in politics. There's simply no profit in politics, and so she stays out of it entirely. No sense alienating potential customers on one side or the other, and the extremists who would be offended by her refusing to take a stance are the tiniest of tiny minorities anyhow.
HISTORY
FAMILY:
Mother, Marni
Father, Karantel
Younger brother, Kama
Younger brother, Telmar
Younger brother, Niran
SIGNIFICANT OTHER: None
BIRTHPLACE: The roads
HISTORY:
Elarni was born a Trader, and for most of her early life she was pretty sure she would die a Trader. It was a good life, and she learned quickly the value of money. Money could get you anything. Respect and privilege was granted to those who had money, regardless of whether or not they had actually earned it. Looks could get a person pretty far too, but nowhere near as far as money.
She grew up, a productive member of her community and good at what she did. Life was good. Other Traders lost everything to Thread, and a few had back during the war, but there weren't many people willing to mess with Pern's supply lines, and her caravan had been lucky. Things were good. She was occasionally frustrated by the fact that her own enterprises were overshadowed and overruled by the work of the entire caravan, but that was life. At least she was decently well off. It wasn't nearly enough, but it was better than nothing.
And then the rider came to Fort Hold while they were stopped there. A rider on search, and her family saw a breaking of their group, but Elarni saw an opportunity. For who wouldn't respect a rider? Who wouldn't jump at the opportunity to buy goods from a rider? She could be rich. She could be powerful. If she got a gold, or even a bronze... Well, women didn't ride bronze, but she could. Even better, if she could be the first. Fame would make her life even easier.
She eagerly stood at the Hatching, and was forced to watch bitterly as the first egg to hatch was a bronze, and did choose a woman, but another woman. Worse, a woman who'd been a Trader for a rival caravan. Elarni decided in that moment that she didn't like Esther, but if they had to work together, well, she'd tolerate the other woman. Her own chance wasn't long in the coming: a green hatched, moving gracefully. Until she made one ungainly leap to tackle Elarni to the sand.
E'rni! Dismiss those thoughts of bronze and gold. They are shiny-hide morons. No, I am better. I will be better! Endarakth is here, and you will never be alone again. Now, feed me.
Time passed both quickly and slowly. E'rni thought she was going to see the Weyr entirely collapse, with everything that was happening with High Reaches, and then Fort Hold, and then the plague, but the Weyr somehow survived it all. Her class didn't though. Over time she watched their numbers dwindle; people she'd actually come to like faded away, taken by Thread, or sickness, or in the case of Keramerth's rider a fate worse than death (not that E'rni missed her being around in the slightest; pitied her, more like).
One Fall resulted in near-disaster, and she was badly scored on her left arm, but even that could have gone far worse than it eventually did. She healed, and flew Thread again, and again, and tried to steel herself against the disappointment of watching more people she knew die. In recent months, she's begun to question her decision to become a rider. Nobody ever told her about the inevitable heartbreak.
