BASICS
RETIRE INFO: Adopt
NAME: Taegan, Tae for short
GENDER: female
PRONOUNS: she/her/hers
ORIENTATION: >insert red face here<
BIRTHDATE: Spring, 2746
AGE: 22 as of 2768
LOCATION: High Reaches Weyr
OCCUPATION: Searchrider
WING: Starfall
APPEARANCE
EYES: Brown
HAIR: Blonde
HEIGHT AND BUILD: 5'8", solid
PLAY-BY: Rachel Hilbert
FULL APPEARANCE: Strong and sturdy. Tae has a nice set of shoulders. Most of her length in her torso, but her legs are thick with muscle, and climbing up onto Recksith is a breeze. She is also able to throw a sack of firestone much farther than many would suspect, even Tae herself (sorry wingmate!). She usually wears her hair long, ties up or wrapped up in ponytails and buns for work. On her free time she leaves it down, brushing it until it crackles. She has a friendly face, warm brown eyes and a smile that dimples her cheeks. She favors bold colors for her clothing, red especially. And blue, now, of course.
PERSONALITY
PERSONALITY: Tae is loud. Her laugh needs smothering, but its hard to cover you mouth and throw your head back at the same time. She is bold, too. Sure that there is nothing she can't accomplish. Rope the red star? Fly the leading edge of threadfall? Tame that wild runner? She'd try. Taking every dare, though she is afraid to admit every truth. Under all that exuberance she is afraid of being laughed at. At failing. But she still doesn't think before rushing in.
Tae still hasn't settled into her place or her skin. Used to a big a family, the weyr was almost home right away, but she still tries too hard sometimes, or forgets to try at all. No modulation. She grabs hands and squeezes strangers. All that energy bottled up inside exploding outward in awkward displays of physical affection. She's mostly gotten over the arm punching at least, and she saves the cheek pinching for the very small. And the whers.
HISTORY
FAMILY: Taelyn (mother)
SIGNIFICANT OTHER:
BIRTHPLACE: Harper Hall
HISTORY: How many tales has her mother spun? Harper through and through, Taelyn concocted dozens of stories to keep her daughter's mind busy without really answering the question. She had a dozen harper fathers to stand in for the one missing. Who he really was was unimportant, because he was not there, and never would be. A secret, kept still, though Tae has stopped asking.
She grew up around stories and learning. Her singing off key, but dedicated at the highest volume she could manage to make up for it. She was quick to learn her letters, but slower with the numbers. A feisty child almost perpetually in trouble for being where she should not. Up trees. Up ramparts. Up, up, and sometimes down. Bruises, scrape, a couple broken bones, luckily for her nothing too serious. An arm. Fingers. So many cracked ribs she grew good at breathing shallow. Eventually she stopped falling so much.
Given every chance, every opportunity. Gifted with a mother who believed in her, Tae believed in herself too. Never too afraid to try something new, from a strange recipe to a dark path. She laughed at danger and rushed into the world as prepared as she could be made. Probably not enough, but she grew harder to pin down and teach. Searched at sixteen, which was good. She had taken no apprenticeship, being too flighty for most.
Dragons might do her good. And if not, the Weyrs always needed people. There was hope for her yet. Tae moved from one large family to the next. Did every chore asked of her. She made a good runner. Taking messages or things between all the places in the Weyr, and sometimes down to the Hold too. Still unable to find something to really dedicate herself too, other than her candidate lessons.
She had been searched. Of course there was a dragon waiting for her. It was okay that it took him three turns to show up. Frightening everyone as he lingered in his egg, until he exploded outward and right into her arms. It was perfect. He was perfect. They were just the right match, or a terrible one depending on how much a person had to deal with them. Two brash peas in a pod, though Recksith showed a measure restraint Tae seemed to lack.
Luckier than some of their clutchmates, one in particular. Victims of the poisoning. Recksith recovered fully, no lingering obscurities to his vision or tremors in his muscles. But it frightened Tae. The Weyr didn't seem like home now, not with so much violence spilling out in its corridors. She waited impatiently for Recksith to finish growing, for their first flight against Thread, char marks barely cooled before she asked to transfer to High Reaches Weyr.
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