Maka
"I refuse to let my fear control me anymore."
BASICS
NAME: Maka
GENDER: Cis Woman
PRONOUNS: She/her/hers
ORIENTATION: Questioning if having a partner is ever a sane choice
BIRTHDATE: Winter 2745
AGE: 28 as of Summer 2774
LOCATION: High Reaches Weyr
OCCUPATION: Bluerider
WING: Moonshot
APPEARANCE
EYES: Green
HAIR: Dirty blonde
HEIGHT AND BUILD: 5'2", slim
PLAY-BY: Maka Albarn (Soul Eater)
EXPY SOURCE: Maka Albarn (Soul Eater)
FULL APPEARANCE: An unimposing figure, Maka appears younger than her actual age, with the height to match. Her dirty blonde hair, almost with a slight green patina in certain lights, is long and often tied up to keep out of her way. Her eyes are unmistakably green, a color somewhere between emerald and a mossier forest green, with pupils that often look somewhat constricted, even in dimmer light. Her build is slight, with no real mass to speak of in her limbs, though she is stronger than she initially appears. With little in the way of feminine curves, Maka's body has a more androgynous appearance than anything else. When not dressed in riding leathers, as she often is, she tends towards light dress accompanied with a flowing robe, and is rarely seen in anything formal or showy.
PERSONALITY
PERSONALITY: Maka's big personality seems at times to be trying to make up for her diminutive stature. Endlessly determined to prove herself, she strives at all times to do and be the best in any challenge. Failure is something she does not tolerate for herself, and if she does not meet the goals set by herself, she can waver between a greater determination or a more depressive state, depending on how close to accomplishment she actually was. Triumphs are duly celebrated, but failure means training. Extra drills, extra lessons, whatever she feels she needs to get back on top, she will seek them out. The need for perfection has lead to some isolation on her part, which worsens her social anxiety. She cannot reward herself with frivolities if there is a flaw that needs to be corrected. Or at least this is the excuse she gives when asked.
She does seem reticent to be in large groups, unless it's a fighting wing, where she is too focused on her goal to be intimidated by the number of souls surrounding her. Hatchings she will sometimes attend, but she tries to find the least crowded spot in the stands.
She can have a temper when sorely pressed, but is typically fairly level-headed, with a logical mind. While she is perfectly capable of fighting when it is needed, and will do so without hesitation when it is called for, she prefers intellectual solutions over physical ones.
Fiercely loyal to those who have earned their place in her nearest and dearest, she will do anything to help those she loves, and is a kind soul in general. If she sees someone in need, she will try to help them.
To actually earn her trust, however, is often difficult. Past experiences have left her wary to getting too close to people. As a result, she tends toward a mild suspicion of those who seek to bond with her, and a fear of romantic attachment. Any attempts to approach her romantically will result in an incredulous response, at best, and a flustered emotional rejection, at worst.
This wariness seems mainly focused towards men. She can be friends, but anything perceived beyond that can bring out an anxiety in her not even seen in some of the most dangerous situations. Threadfall? Child's play. A man looks at her in the wrong way? It's like all logic disappears. Djsouth tempers her anxiety to a point, but not without his classic snark.
For this reason, she avoids others during flights especially, just in case someone might be interested in her. Being caught out when her blue chases is, to her, tantamount to disaster, and could result in a panic attack. She's not ready to confront the possibility of feelings like that, and she may never be. The bugle of a green is enough to have her excuse herself from even important meetings. It would take an almost inhuman amount of patience and understanding to crack that particular shell of hers.
She won't even visit the bathing caverns except at odd hours, and she keeps a light tunic on to bathe, just in case someone might be trying to watch her there. Romance is never to be trusted. It's an illusion and she us determined to never be fooled.
The nervousness, especially regarding men, has made her tend towards insubordination at times. She tries to rein herself in, but she doesn't trust the judgment of men in charge, and has disobeyed orders as a result. A stern retribution is usually enough to bridle her, but sometimes it takes the might of Djsouth's mind to overpower hers and make her obey--even if it is sometimes still malicious compliance. She cannot be cowed, but she isn't stupid, and she will do what it takes to maintain her status, even if she toes the line sometimes. She still maintains a strong moral line that she won't cross, even at the harshest threats of punishment, but she luckily has not had to walk that line -- yet.
HISTORY
FAMILY:
Father: Spiri
Mother: Meistra
SIGNIFICANT OTHER: None. Are you asking? Uh--I think I left my dragon on, gotta go, bye.
BIRTHPLACE: High Reaches Hold
HISTORY: Maka's father, an Apprentice Smith at the time, met her farmer mother when they were both 18, and began a whirlwind romance and marriage. Maka was born when they were 21, and her father in particular never seemed to mature enough to the level of parent that her mother and her needed. While he loved his daughter dearly, and still loved his wife, he started to feel trapped and began to seek out freedom amongst the other women of the hold, much to Meistra's chagrin and, eventually, divorce from him when Maka was about ten.
Maka never forgave her father his transgressions and, while she loves him still, she has avoided him since he went instead to live at work at Smithcraft Hall. She became determined to never let herself fall in love and suffer the same hurts as her mother, though she always admired her mother's strength all the same. From when she was old enough to help her mother in the crop fields, she was able to wield a scythe effectively. She always assumed she would be a farmer, too, until a brownrider on Search approached the hold when she was 16, and his dragon saw something in her that she herself did not.
She knew the tempest that the Weyr had endured, and the changes that were wrought, and though the shifts in power meant a gold might not guarantee leadership, she still feared the possibility of impressing to a dragon that may have the power to change who she was, or awaken something unknown.
Though uncertain at first, she went to live at the Weyr as a Candidate, determined that she would live up to that brown's expectations, and make her First Impression. She didn't have time to worry about chromatics and golds once the third egg cracked and a blue emerged. She never felt more accomplished than when he rushed across the sands to headbutt her. She was Djsouth's, and he was hers, forevermore, and there was no other partner she would ever need.
As the years passed from their Candidacy, they have cemented their place as a loyal and reliable pair. The plague that ran through the planet cemented a lot of her discomfort at public places, but she has never fully disappeared, she just isn't likely to linger long in most circumstances. The stories that swirled around Benden seemed wild and untrue to her at first, but after hearing of Alayna's treatment, Maka did not hide her disgust at the weyr's actions, and it softened her thoughts towards golds. People made their dragons just as much as their dragons made them. Not that she would ever want another color than blue, and she was determined they rise to be the bright, warming blue of the sky, not the dark, cold blue of the sea.Maybe someday they will be Wingleader. Wingsecond, at the very least. For now, they will continue to prove their worth to the Weyr and their world at wide. They are small, but mighty.