"I'm old enough to be your great-grandmother's great-grandmother, but you don't hear me complaining about finding a grey hair."
BASICS
NAME: L'sati; born Larasati
GENDER: Feminine
PRONOUNS: Feminine (she/her/hers)
ORIENTATION: Heterosexual, but not interested
BIRTHDATE: Late Autumn 2012
AGE: 68 as of Late Autumn 2080; Early Spring 2774
LOCATION: Fort Weyr
OCCUPATION: Apprentice Tailor, Retired Wingrider
WING: Retired
APPEARANCE
EYES: Brown
HAIR: Black
HEIGHT AND BUILD: 5' 8" || sturdy
PLAY-BY: Linda Bassett
FULL APPEARANCE:
L'sati stands at about 5' 8" tall and possesses a sturdy build, despite still maintaining deft hands fit for a Tailor, though callused and skin rough from Turns spent dragonriding. With dark hair that has but a few grey hairs appearing and dark brown eyes, she's a mellow and quiet individual by her appearance. In regards to her dress, L'sati tends to favor simple slacks and a pleasant blouse, always paired with her standard riding boots.
PERSONALITY
PERSONALITY:
L'sati can be described as being dutiful to a fault. Something needs to be done, she'll get it done, retirement be damned. Those who slack off and laze around annoy her to no end, and she's prone to scolding someone she sees as lazy. Certain she can do everything she puts before herself, she finds it extremely difficult to admit she needs help; a very independent and stubborn woman, this is L'sati. Despite her crotchety attitude on occasion, L'sati has a sharp wit and a sharper humor. While duty and honor is a central point in her life, it isn't everything, and it shows in her conduct. L'sati is both perfectly capable and perfectly willing to tell you where to stick your shards. Blunt and unhesitant to speak plainly and honestly, she sees little point in dancing around a subject to be polite; to her, it's a rude and dishonorable thing.
Though it isn't always obvious, and how hard she tries to hide it, but L'sati never really returned to her usual self again after Thom's death. Sure, she came back from being buried in her grief, but was she really herself from before? Absolutely not. That woman died with Thom. L'sati refuses to talk about her former love to those she doesn't know or trust; it's not your bloody business. Even so, she loves her children dearly, beyond proud of them for all they've done. Oddly enough, L'sati is hard to fluster or startle, very calm under pressure and appearing untouched by stress; though she's by no means immune. Being sent forward in time is just her new normal; no need to complain or make a huge fuss. Adapt, and move on...and don't let a single damn person see you falter.
HISTORY
FAMILY:
Parents - Master Tailors - deceased (old age)
Siblings/Half-Siblings - none
Ranaya, Rayelynn, Rakael - children (two daughters, one son) - living (as per 2080)
SIGNIFICANT OTHER: Are you Thom? I didn't think so.
BIRTHPLACE: Lemos Hold
HISTORY: TW: death, grief/loss
Lemos Hold saw Larasati born to a Master Tailor couple, a little girl with a structured future ahead of her. It was her destiny to be a Tailor, as her parents and her parents' parents and so forth, as her parents dictated. Larasati went along agreeably all through childhood and into her adolescence, entering Apprenticeship at 8 and dutifully learning her Craft. But what was a girl to do when a Telgar Searchdragon stated that she was worthy to be a Candidate, and later a dragonrider? Say "no?" Accepting this honor, Larasati packed her things and went to Telgar Weyr, a dutiful citizen of Pern.
Larasati didn't need to wait long. A blue emerged from his egg, took one look at her, and plopped right at her feet. On top of her feet, rather. I'm hungry! Casaath complained. L'sati obliged, finding herself both proud and exasperated to be bonded to this blue. Casaath had no rival in speed or agility, but he was such an obnoxious flirt that it had L'sati questioning her decision to accept Search on occasion. But under all that bluster, Casaath was a sweet and sensitive dragon, and she loved him for that. Weyrlinghood was uneventful, and they graduated into Threadfighting wings without issue.
Enter: Thom. Just Thom. Thom was just another farmer's brat, but he soon came to be L'sati's whole world. Growing sweet on each other felt natural and occurred in speed, until Thom plucked up enough courage to ask L'sati to be his weyrmate. Together, they had three children; two daughters and a son, all beautiful and wonderful individuals. L'sati was beyond proud...but once Thom and his brown were listed among those who fell fighting Thread, L'sati had nothing to push her onward. Even her children and Casaath couldn't reach her. It was a letter from her ailing mother telling her bluntly and curtly to pull free from her grief and get to living that spurred L'sati forward.
"Thom is dead. But you're not. Don't go following him as his dragon did. L'sati: are you a dragon or my daughter?"
L'sati returned to her children and her dragon, who welcomed her return. To ignore such a gaping loss that Thom left behind, she dove into her work as a dragonrider until she and Casaath both felt the Turns' effects on them, no matter how much Casaath crowed about how strong and fast he was. Retiring in dignity and honor, they took up simple tasks, to continue serving Telgar. Records would show L'sati and Casaath going between to deliver a message on crucial supplies to Fort's Healers' wingsecond and failing to return.
