BASICS
RETIRE INFO: Adopt
NAME: Ellansa, El or Ella for short
GENDER: female
PRONOUNS: she/her/hers
ORIENTATION: pansexual
BIRTHDATE: Spring, 2707
AGE: 60 as of 2767
LOCATION: Semaca Weyr
OCCUPATION: Asst. Candidate Master
WING: Minuet
APPEARANCE
EYES: Brown
HAIR: Brown with a hint of red, curly and thin
HEIGHT AND BUILD: 5'9" and wide of shoulder and hip.
PLAY-BY: Debora Bloch
FULL APPEARANCE: El is a big woman. Big lips, big teeth, big mouth, big laugh. Her nose is long and hooked, her jaw wide and her shoulders and hips wider still. Her eyes are bright and still sharp in spite of her age (she needs them to be to keep track of those pesky candidates). A dark, warm brown, surrounded by laugh lines and crows feet. Her cheeks too, are prominent above deep smile lines.
Ellansa has gone a bit thick about the middle, with age, and child bearing. She was never a thin woman, but none would call her slender now. There is a softness about her. A comforting pooch to the stomach, the perfect place for small heads to hide from their worries. A dryness in her hands that speaks of calmness over time. These too are big, though the fingers are more stubby and thick than long. She's still strong, but not like she used to be, and Ellansa is okay with that.
PERSONALITY
PERSONALITY: Ellansa is jovial. She is happy. She is loving. She sees the good in everyone. The potential people carry to do great acts. And a sad woman, because she has seen some of that potential used to do great evil, instead of good. But it is best to stick to the positives. The build up the walls of good sense and kind hearts to combat the woes of the world, rather than succumb to them and fill oneself with sadness and despair. She is kind, and a good listener. She knows when to offer advice and when to simply lend the use of her ears.
While her body has softened, she has not. She knows how to shimmy an unwilling body to work, and wake a lazy mind to learning. She is a good wrangler of youths and children. She can speak their language, even if they don't realize she's doing it. She is canny in that sense. Keen to sense lies in vagueness, and see hurt beneath haughtier. As for herself she is content in her work. But she still wants to see new things, and live, which is part of why she jumped at the chance to move to the new lands
HISTORY
FAMILY:
Elmarish - son
Dansa - daughter
Ansarrin - son
SIGNIFICANT OTHER: El practices a sort of walking marriage
BIRTHPLACE: Tillek Hold
HISTORY: Ellansa was one of many children born to Tillek Hold. Her mother was Healer assigned to the Hold and her father did most of the Hold's baking. She grew up doing whatever small work she was put to, though she showed a knack for wrangling children as she grew older. Keeping the other children in line by the time she was nine. At fourteen, Ellansa was searched. It didn't seem so scary, since it was an interval. And it was also a new adventure so it was actually quite exciting. Bonus? Dragons! Ellansa went, leaving behind her training as a creche-minder, and what vague learning she was garnering from the Hold's Harper (she never did inherit or learn her father's ability for baking).
High Reaches Weyr was a definite change from the Hold, but it also wasn't much different. Ellansa helped in the creche when she wasn't doing her duties as a candidate, learning lessons on how to mind a dragon instead of a child. Turns passed. Ellansa had more time minding children than anything else. She'd learned what it was to be a candidate and stood the sands as needed, but no dragon came. Not until she was twenty, and Sappeth Hatched just for her. Her beautiful, geometric blue.
Together they saw the spreading of famine and disease. Each worrying about the other. Would they eat? And Ellansa also worrying about the babe she'd born before Sappeth's hatching, now being raised in the creche. They were a full pair when the gold pair went mad. It was a bad time to be a nonranking dragon pair. They were no good at combat. Neither had the heart for it. Sappeth knew he was supposed to flame Thread, not dragons. And El just didn't have the heart of a warrior. It broke her to inflict pain on others.
As soon as they could, the pair defected, fleeing to Fort Weyr for sanctuary with Ellansa son Elmarish. Begging not to fight anymore. She bore her second child at Fort. Her only daughter, Dansa. They went back though, when Reaches needed rebuilding. Learning a new rhythm. Flaming Thread instead of dragons. Helping to teach instead of to murder. Her last child was born here, Ansarrin. He was her most difficult birth, her body too tired for bearing anymore children. Ellansa lived as quietly as she could. Helping in the creche, helping with candidates, flaming Thread from the skies. Always a voice of reason and peace. Of second chances and understanding. And a sturdy pillar of laughter. Because what good was life without it? And Ellansa had always had a flared for life. So when the opportunity arose, she went south to Semaca.
She enjoyed helping to build things up. And here she could do good things. Guiding the new Weyr's candidates.
UPDATES
- Fall, 6768: Ellansa's left foot is caught by some wind-blown Thread, scoring her (Moderate).
