Alara
"Oh the big feathered ones? I'm /wherry/ of them."
BASICS
NAME: Alara
GENDER: Non-binary, feminine-leaning
PRONOUNS: She/her/hers They/them/theirs
ORIENTATION: Heterosexual with flavor. Maybe a little bi. Haven't figured it out yet.
BIRTHDATE: (Season and Turn)Winter 2750
AGE: 22 as of Late Winter 2772
LOCATION: Fort Weyr
OCCUPATION: Weyrling
WING: N/A
APPEARANCE
EYES: Blue
HAIR: Medium brown
HEIGHT AND BUILD: 5'9", fairly average build
PLAY-BY: N/A? To come soon? I'll figure it out maybe.
FULL APPEARANCE: Nothing about Alara's appearance stands out upon first look. Neither a towering figure nor a stout one, she's as likely to blend in with a dark corner as anything else. Her skin has an olive tinge to it, a likely sign of time spent outdoors, there is some indication that she's no hold-bound lady. While no major scars disfigure her form, her hands, arms, and legs are dotted with small reminders of past battles with splinters, the teeth and claws of animals, and whatever random shrubs she's lost to in a fight. Medium-blue eyes look out under relatively robust eyebrows but are often hidden in her shoulder-length brown hair, which is more often unkempt than fashioned into plaits or curls. The allocation of lipids to her chest is ample, though with her usual dress of tunic and trousers, it's almost never accentuated, perhaps purposefully so. And with the tone of her arm muscles, maybe you shouldn't try to look too closely unless invited. She's no bodybuilder but looks like she can handle her own.
PERSONALITY
PERSONALITY: Given often times to humor, Alara loves to crack a joke or watch someone's soul leave their body after one of her terrible puns. It does take her a little bit to warm up to people though, tending more towards introversion than being the life of the party. She loves animals and is noted to be experienced with all manner of beasts, though some more than others. You're as likely to find her trying to win the affections of a canine as those of a man, though she's found more luck using food with both.
She doesn't tend towards aggression or boldness, but enough anger can goad her into fighting back when necessary. She's more likely to be a mediator than a combatant, though, and will often lend a friendly ear or advice when needed. She is more often than not too timid to really stand up for herself, which can mean she gets pushed around some. This also gives her some trouble saying no and she's often ended up with more piled onto her plate than is good, the recipient of tasks that others pushed onto her. This is also why she prefers the company of animals and will find a reason to slip away to the stables/paddocks or her weyr if she is pushed to a point where she becomes too uncomfortable. She will try and joke her way out of an awkward situation sometimes, which can sometimes work but sometimes get her into deeper trouble, often when offense is taken despite her almost never meaning to offend.
HISTORY
FAMILY:
Mother: Tatiya
Father: Denor
At least two as of yet unnamed siblings
SIGNIFICANT OTHER: N/A
BIRTHPLACE: Ruatha
HISTORY: Born to Beastcraft parents, Alara has spent the majority of her life around all manner of creatures, though most especially runnerbeasts. She's learned how to care for mild and some moderate injuries, though cannot properly be called a beast healer. Though taken easily enough to education, she did have a tendency to let her mind wander, which has caused some annoyance with all manner of instructors. Nothing that remarkable can be said about her past. She's shown herself to bright and capable, though stubborn. Any trouble she's been in has been minor, and usually because she just had to open her mouth. She was apprenticed under the guidance of her parents, aiding in the breeding and training of draft-type runners.
She has had somewhat of a reputation with her fellow stablehands as being up for an adventure in the haystacks when inclined, though she's not ever been seen publicly with a beau of choice, not one yet to have settled down. Though patient and generally able to read the animals in her care well, she has been at the receiving end of plenty a nervous or ornery beast, lending to the scars dotting her limbs. Her natural curiosity also came with scrapes and bruises as she eagerly would explore anything new. Not with complete lack of caution, but she's still had her share of tumbles and slips. She was Searched by accident, that accident being almost tossing a shovelful of horse manure onto a visiting rider instead of the waiting wheelbarrow, but the conversation that ensued caught the attention of them and their mount. The dragon was listening in, and seemed to sense the telepathic potential of Alara. The scratches she gave to his eye ridges did nothing to sour his opinion of her, either. The offer to present herself as a Candidate at hatching came as a surprise, though a delightful one, and though she had never flown before, the way to the Weyr brought out more excitement and curiosity in her than fear.