"You can have more than one home. You can carry your roots with you, and decide where they grow"
BASICS
NAME: Nicola
GENDER: Female
PRONOUNS: She/her/hers
ORIENTATION: Probably men , who knows. (I don’t)
BIRTHDATE: Late Winter 2746
AGE: 29 as of 2775
LOCATION: High Reaches Weyr
OCCUPATION: Wherhandler
WING: Sunburst Squad , Ground Crews
APPEARANCE
EYES: Dark Brown
HAIR: Brown, kept short so it is easier to maintain
HEIGHT AND BUILD: 5'5, healthy and fit
PLAY-BY: Hannah Marks
FULL APPEARANCE:
Nicola is a particularly tall person and she's not bothered by it. She isn't very bothered about her general appearance either, day-to-day life being always casual to her. Never owning very flashy clothes just the regular white shirts and trousers. The only piece of clothing that wasn't so "regular" was a wherry hide jerkin she bought with hard-earned marks, it was a deep red with dark yellow-ish bands on the arms. Besides that, she always kept her hair short, her haircut rough as it was easier to maintain than long luscious hair. Nicola has some thick scarring on her right arm from being attacked by a wher years ago, it spreads from her wrist up to her shoulder. There is a small diagonal scar across the thick scarring on her forearm.
PERSONALITY
PERSONALITY:
Nicola is highly interested in people. Intrigued by the life stories of others around her, she goes out of her way to meet as many new people as possible, believing she can learn new things from everyone’s unique experiences. As a consequence of this, Nicola acts like she’s knowledgeable in anything. Oh, the climate in Teglar? Pfft sure! She knows plenty about it. She’ll boast of her intelligence when in truth she knows only surface knowledge about the given topic. It’s only because she thinks intelligent people are admirable that she acts like one of them, like a holder’s daughter who grew up among books, only out of jealousy, wishing it would’ve been her upbringing.
Unfortunately for Nicola, any type of minor inconvenience can cause her to freak out. Quickly blowing little problems out of proportion and causing a big scene. She's easily spooked and shaken, often carrying an anxious face as she overthinks her problems. However, Nicola loves stealing, loving the thrill it produces. She's sneaky enough to be able to maneuver without being seen. She never steals anything that's worth much, anything that won't cause too much harm to whoever she snatched off from. Plus, she'll collect these little items she's stolen along with curious little trinkets she managed to amass from her travels along Pern, each holding a unique story or memory.
HISTORY
FAMILY:
-Father and Mother who didn't love her
-Cousin who loved her
SIGNIFICANT OTHER:
BIRTHPLACE: A random cothold in the middle of Faranth knows
HISTORY:
Nicola's story starts with misfortune. Born to reckless parents, they quickly realized they couldn't take care of her and that she would only be a burden to them in the long term. Right place, wrong time. So an older cousin decided to take her in and raise her with a group of travelling caravans. It wasn't a place to raise a child, but her cousin made it work along with the rest of the.
Life traveling Pern was incredibly fun for Nicola, always on the move, meeting customers and selling wares to those willing to spend a couple of marks. She was always an energetic child, providing fun conversation to those she traveled with, especially growing close to the old wher and her handler in the group. An old yet hardy green and her equally old partner who encouraged Nicola and her cousin to do something more in their lives than travel around Pern without much purpose in life.
At age 17, she disobeyed orders to stay within the camp boundaries and went exploring the nearby area. It was a warm spring night, the moon shone brightly and lit her way. Her older and much responsible cousin followed her and only caught up with her when they found an unattended wher clutch. Large shiny eggs, mystical and bright in the moonlight. It was a reckless spur-of-the-moment decision, they both snatched the eggs closest to them and legged it. They would've both made it unscathed to the camp if the mother of the clutch hadn't returned early from her hunting. Nicola was attacked by the large wher, cutting up her entire right arm, her cousin similarly was injured but they both survived thanks to the old caravan wher, she fought the wild wher while the youngsters made their way to the camp safely.
The eggs were no more than a couple of weeks from hatching, and so traveled with them around the land. The only consequences Nicola met were her wound scarring thickly and a scorn lecture from all the members of the caravan. Other than that, they saw it as beneficial to have two extra young whers in the group, not only for protection but to pull the caravans. And so the eggs hatched, and the whole caravan watched, impatient to welcome two new members to their large family. And forth hatched a bronze! Wasting no time, Nicola cut her fresh scars, and impressed bronze Colask. Her cousin impressed that night too.
Colask grew to be an average wher, he wasn't too big, too small. Nope, he was average. And that never took anything away from him, he pictured himself as Nicola's guardian. Ensuring she wouldn't hurt herself or do anything too reckless. Once at his full size, the old green retired and Colask took up the post of pulling the heaviest carts, something Nicola was rather proud of! The pair loved each other very much, secretly wishing they could do something else, something bigger than just wandering around Pern.
Their wish came true in the worst way. After years of pulling carts around Pern, the caravan was attacked by the holdless in the middle of the night while only one wher was awake. They were so surprised that when Nicola got up to fight she was so overwhelmed by the strength of the aggressors that she was almost killed. Colask was the one who had to decide for the pair, they had to abandon the caravan or both of them would die. The bronze wher took his handler and dragged themselves to the nearest settlement he could find. The night was dark, lit up by the fires caused by the holdless, their old home went up in flames. Her cousin is possibly dead or just missing.
And so, Colask and Nicola found themselves not at a hold but at High Reaches Weyr.
