You know, you can say it backwards, which is docious-ali-expi-istic-fragil-cali-rupus, but that’s going a bit too far, don’t you think?
BASICS
RETIRE INFO: Retire
NAME: Chrysalis
GENDER: female
PRONOUNS: she/her/hers
ORIENTATION: aromantic asexual
BIRTHDATE: Summer 2746
AGE: twenty-four as of Late Summer 2770
LOCATION: Semaca Weyr
OCCUPATION: wingsecond, rider, handyman
WING: Chopin
APPEARANCE
EYES: grey, often tired with several days old cosmetics
HAIR: vivid red, wavy but usually pulled back
HEIGHT AND BUILD: five feet and ten inches
PLAY-BY: Katherine McNamara
FULL APPEARANCE: Chrysalis has the misfortune of looking several Turns older than she really is. Not in a more mature sort of way, but in a worn out and probably done with everything sort of way. Her eyes are always tired, and the corners of her mouth are always tugged just a little bit down. She is a slender stick of a woman who must rely on help to deal with heavy things. It isn't that her strength is lacking - no, that's about it. Chrysalis has been the sheltered only daughter of a bronze handler and a lady's maid her entire life, so while the concept of work is by no means new to her, the actuality of hard labor is foreign.
She doesn't have fancy tastes in clothes like her mother, nor is she as perfectly pressed and presentable as her father. Chrysalis has been wearing the same few sets of clothes since she was fifteen - yellow tunic, black breeches, tan dress, red skirt, white blouse. And they look it - the stains are faded, but present, and all of them have been patched more than once. Parts have been let out a time or two, but Chrysalis never developed much in the way of curves. She doesn't emphasis anything, either, preferring to stay covered from neck to wrists to ankles. Modesty comes easily to Chrysalis, who has always watched her friends fall in love and do silly - stupid - things in the 'throes of passion' with a perplexed look and a shrug.
PERSONALITY
PERSONALITY: What do you need, and how can I help you get it? Chrysalis is an organized person with a nearly impeccable memory and a silver tongue. She will do best in charge of supplies, where she can put those things to use. Her talents involve spinning tales of woe where none exist, remembering seemingly unimportant minutiae, and connecting the dots faster than most people. This sometimes leads to incorrect conclusions, particularly when she insists that an unrelated event must have caused x, when reality is quite different. This doesn't happen often, and will get more rare as she ages.
She spent the first part of her life without a purpose, but once she was taken as apprentice by Igen's steward, Chrysalis grew quickly. She thrives on praise - who doesn't? - and she actively considers her options to make the best choice possible. That doesn't mean she necessarily always succeeds - she is young, after all, and youth means inexperience. Not, however, incompetence. Let Chrysalis learn something properly, and she will always remember. Whether it be washing a wher - a task she started doing at seven - or mending a torn sleeve, Chrysalis isn't content until she knows the best way to do something.
HISTORY
FAMILY: bronze handler father, lady's maid mother, no siblings
SIGNIFICANT OTHER: Um, no, no thank you.
BIRTHPLACE: Igen Hold
HISTORY:
Chrysalis was an improbable birth born to an improbable couple. She was a late pregnancy for a couple told that they might never reproduce naturally. And, Pern's in vitro technology being as it is, that would be never, period. So when her mother became pregnant, she didn't recognize the symptoms. And with such an easy pregnancy - no cravings, no sickness, hardly any swelling - she went completely unaware until Chrysalis was eight months along!
Her birth was considered such a miracle that neither father nor mother would let her do anything dangerous or interesting until after she was ten. Even sewing was deemed unsafe, and Chrysalis was given the dullest needles available to practice with. Possibly safer for her finger tips, but Chrysalis was amazed at just how quickly seams went the first time she was given a sharp needle! It was Igen's steward, a no-nonsense older woman with a firm hand and ironclad expectations, that coaxed Chrysalis out from under her parent's protection. Chrysalis was informally apprenticed to the steward at the age of eleven.
And she was so curious! Chrysalis proved to have a nearly perfect memory, so she caught numerical discrepancies that less exact memories might miss. She was eager to learn everything, and so never argued the need for or structure of lessons. She already knew her letters and basic sums, but under the steward's tutelage, Chrysalis became a voracious reader. She could have quite happily stayed with Igen's steward for many more Turns, but two things happened in close succession. First, she was formally Searched. A white came to the Hold on Search, and picked Chrysalis along with two lads. And second, Semaca Weyr was opened.
Chrysalis went to the new weyr as a candidate, and as a spare pair of hands. She has a good grasp of organization and requisition, which are both valuable assets for a fledgling weyr. Will she Impress? Only time will tell.
