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BASICS
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NAME: Xinia
GENDER: female
PRONOUNS: she/her/hers
ORIENTATION: Uh... what?
BIRTHDATE: Late Spring, Turn 2750
AGE: 21 as of Late Spring Turn 2771
LOCATION: Now at Fort Weyr
OCCUPATION: bluerider
WING: Eclipse Wing
APPEARANCE
EYES: blue
HAIR: kinda wavy strawberry blonde
HEIGHT AND BUILD: 5’6 tall, of sturdy & healthy build
FULL APPEARANCE:
Xinia‘s strawberry blonde hair is very long and kinda wavy; the length actually reaches her hips, it’s so long. She has a very cute fringe (and random wisps of hair) that will occasionally get in her eyes, and she often kept her rather impressive hair bound back in either a braid or some kind of ‘tail hairstyle.
Wide blue eyes, framed with medium-sized eyelashes, sat on either side of her little pert nose, and her skin, fair enough to probably burn if she so much as stepped out for a candlemark into the sunshine of an hotter climate than her native High Reaches, bore a well-sprinkled dusting of freckles.
Her lips are quite average, if a bit on the thin side, with very much ordinary teeth.
She has a expressive face; its structure gave off a very delicate look which rather contradicted the appearance of her well-built muscled body. Her grin could light up the entire room whenever it made its appearance, and in its absence sometimes you could practically see a storm cloud hanging over her head (or feel her eyes burning holes into you) when she’s really mad at something or someone. A raise of an eyebrow could convey sarcasm, a twinkle in her eye could hint at mischief, and so on.
Xinia’s capable hands were strong, with clever nimble fingers and surprisingly neat fingernails. There was a small scar on the pad of her right thumb, its length reaching diagonally from almost at the top corner of her thumbnail to near the first joint. (Xinia had been fortunate - at the time she’d accidentally pressed her thumb on the sharp edge of her knife whilst cleaning it, and had miraculously managed to narrowly escape the need for stitches, although the cut was certainly just deep enough to leave behind its evidence of that small error.)
On one forearm she had several long bite and claw scars from an aggressively territorial wherry; the angrily jagged lines and beak marks marring her otherwise healthy skin, though the extent of the injury was thankfully contained to her arm, between the limits of her elbow and hand.
Xinia frequently has on her favourite fur-lined wherhide jacket nearly all the time; it was often thrown on over the top of whatever she happened to be wearing for the day. Apart from that, she almost invariably wore what would be considered appropriate HR clothing in the form of long-sleeved tunics, (seems that weather hot enough to involve short sleeves at HR are pretty rare and far between), beautiful if scruffy wherhide boots on her feather-light feet, and of course, slightly worn-down warm pants. A sturdy belt sat clinched at her waist, bearing her sheathed knife and all the usual everyday odds and ends.
Xinia will sometimes slip into skirts or dresses if the occasion calls for it, though she would often insist on either wearing her beloved jacket or something with pockets (or at the very least her belt) over the top of her feminine outfit.
PERSONALITY
PERSONALITY:
If someone had to quickly describe Xinia’s personality in one sentence, that sentence would probably read something like “A outgoing problem child with a mischievous streak, and a tunnelsnake phobia. Has a grudge against wherries, of all things...” and that someone would’ve hit the nail on the head.
(And yeah, she does have a problem. Xinia silently freezes on the spot in fear when it’s tunnelsnakes, but HATES wherries to the point of yelling and running at any that gets too close to scare it away. Whenever someone wonders aloud in her hearing why she hates them, she will brandish her scarred arm as proof)
Otherwise, Xinia is friendly and indeed quite outgoing with most people, though she is also pretty average in terms of not being that selfless, nor really that selfish. Vanity shows itself by the way she takes pride in her long well-cared for hair, and her general appearance. She loves the great outdoors and her gold flit, and enjoyed cold weather because it meant snow, hot klah and lots of mischievous fun!
(The trade off though is that her scars would frequently ache due to the chill, and that her mischievous streak could land her in trouble every now and then)
She would sometimes like to play harmless pranks on her friends and her fellow classmates (sometimes even certain authority figures too - no one’s safe!), and she probably wouldn’t mind too much if she herself got pranked as long as it was harmless. (Like that classic bucket dumps water on your head prank - she’d be annoyed for a while after she innocently falls into that trap, but then she would quickly see the humour of the situation, and then turn the tables on the prankster when it was least expected.) Sometimes she was caught, sometimes not, sometimes she caught them, but it was always in good fun or being done just to see what the reaction might be. If the pranks she received weren’t harmless or was an emotional/manipulative prank of the sort that shouldn’t be used, well, Faranth help those who ended up in her bad books!
Xinia is capable of focusing on what she does, sometimes to the exclusion of all else, but more often she could be found roaming the outdoors, now and then merrily flashing a mischievous grin at you as she starts a snowball fight; and even if she was quietly absorbed in a few Records, oblivious to the rest of the world in a quiet corner somewhere, she usually wouldn’t sit still. Her fingers would tap, her leg would jiggle, and if not those parts, then some other body part would still be in motion. Xinia CAN be completely still when it’s called for, though she‘s normally driven by the instinct to move. Even if it’s just occasionally wriggling her toes.
Xinia, like many children during childhood, dreamt of becoming a dragonrider one day, although such a wish was obviously pretty dependent on whether the Searchdragons would find her suitable, and in turn was only possible if she ever came across them, and then to find herself planted in the Weyr as one of the Candidates. (Though that would be an excellent experience, in her private opinion.)
During Candidacy, Xinia would be driven by that common childhood dream, and, mischievous streak aside, her secret desire to fit in as well as find her place in Pernese society, and to at least attempt to help make her part of the world a happier place, if not better than it was before.
HISTORY
FAMILY: (open to play)
mother, father, older sibling (23 as of Turn 2769), 4 foster siblings (ages 25, 20, 16, and 14, respectively, as of Turn 2769)
SIGNIFICANT OTHER: n/a (yet)
BIRTHPLACE: High Reaches
HISTORY:
Trigger warning: brief mention of bleeding injuries/scars
As the second child born to her Holder parents, Xinia grew up around multiple ‘siblings’ in a small remote Hold in High Reaches. Four of the sisters and brothers she shared her life with were fostered by her family, though as a child Xinia still adored them all; treating them as if they were in fact blood-related. She loved to play with them, were very close with her firstborn sister, and she were often thick as thieves with the kids closest to her in age.
During the terrible reign of Golre, of which the entire Hold was relatively unaware of due to its remoteness, Xinia and her siblings had a very normal childhood despite this. At the age of 13, Xinia discovered a well-hardened (and apparently abandoned) firelizard nest, due to hatch any day, and brought it home with her. Not long after, the eggs started to crack, and she had excitedly yelled for as many of her friends and family as she could get to attend (and to hopefully gain their own firelizard pets). In next to no time, Xinia had found herself feeding and gently cradling a little hungry pale-gold flit hatchling, whom she had promptly named Moonshine, because of the newborn flit’s darker gold crescent moon markings.
Then, a few days later, Xinia had a.. incident, involving a wherry.
She’d unfortunately walked past a little too close to a wherry’s nest that day, which of course led to a very outraged territorial creature of a wherry deigning to attack, flying straight at her. Xinia had thrown up an arm in self-defence just in time, and was ‘rewarded’ with several bites and scratches on her forearm deep enough to scar, received in a matter of seconds. With a pained yell of fury, Xinia had had the courage to punch it with her other hand, stunning the aggressive bird long enough for its mindless attack to cease, and giving her time to make her escape home with her heavily bleeding injuries. And sent straight to a Healer.
Fortunately Xinia still had the use of her arm, as scarred as it was, but ever since that day she completely hated the avian creatures with a vehement passion.
Now, a sevenday before she reached eighteen Turns, Xinia left home to travel to a distant Gathering with some of her older siblings as an early birthday treat. Once they got there, she was officially 18, and her group were having fun doing what one does at a Gathering, when they’d come across a dragonrider and their dragon. An unusual enough sight to Xinia, given that her home Hold were rarely visited by dragonriders due to its small size and remote location, and she’d never really had the opportunity to see them, much less actually meet a rider and dragon up close. In any case, the dragon had made the meeting even more memorable by its proclamation to an awestruck Xinia that she, yes, she, had Candidacy potential. What an extremely wonderful surprise!
Of course, she’d all but tripped over her own feet to accept this unexpected birthday ‘gift’, and soon, a wide-eyed Xinia and Moonshine had found themselves at High Reaches Weyr, where they stayed, and for a Turn, experienced what life as a Candidate in a weyr was like. Xinia discovered she actually enjoyed her new life very much, once the novelty of being among dragons for the first time in her life had worn off; and by the time she was nineteen, had resolved that she would somehow stay on at the weyr if it was at all possible, even if Xinia were to ‘age out’ and miss out on a dragon, though she hoped she would find her partner (or rather, that her partner found her, given the nature of Hatchings) before that happened.
UPDATES
- Transferred from High Reaches Weyr to Fort Weyr, to attend the Touching of the Blessings of the Moon clutch. Weird Dream upon sleeping on the sands with the candidates.. Late Winter, Turn 2769
- Attended the Hatching; Impressed Blue Yhargulth! (3rd to hatch) Early Spring, Turn 2770
- insert other events here
