BASICS
RETIRE INFO: Retire
NAME: Peony
GENDER: female
PRONOUNS: she/her
ORIENTATION: Bitter.
BIRTHDATE: Spring, 2746
AGE: 22 as of 2768
LOCATION: High Reaches Weyr
OCCUPATION: Candidate
WING: n/a
APPEARANCE
EYES: brown
HAIR: black
HEIGHT AND BUILD: 5'11"
PLAY-BY: Madeleine Madden
FULL APPEARANCE: No matter the amount of trouble, Peony continues to wear her thick hair long. Trimming it mid back due to its weight. It is wavy, but does not curl. Course to the touch she often spends her marks on things she thinks will soften it - often the victim to clever swindlers. Wide set, long eyes, with heavy lids are a rich brown, earthy like fresh turned soil, just dampened by morning dew. Her features are strong, wide without being sharp or hard edged. Her coloring is dusky, complexion, hair and eyes.
Strong shoulders and straight back. She walks with purpose and calm determination. Strides long but footsteps light. She is all length. Long torso and arms. Long legs and fingers. Nose short compared to the rest. Her dress is sedate. Bold colors that stay well, in simple, clean cuts. Nothing fancy, no embroidery or flowery additions. They are usable clothes. Made to last and allow her maneuverability.
PERSONALITY
PERSONALITY: Peony is arrogant. You might not notice because she does not say so. Silently judging. Sure she can do everything and anything, and most likely better than whoever is doing it currently. She takes charge by doing. A silent sort of leader who moves in without fanfare, setting the example and doing the work without speaking of it. She is not the kind who corrects. Often wearing herself out because she does not delegate or leave well enough alone.
She watches. Learning without actively being taught. But she will take the lessons if they are offered, though it is rare she will ask. She will try her hand at any task, nothing too menial to try at least once. Though there are some that she would prefer not to repeat. She hates creche work, and who enjoys cleaning muck from the herdbeast pens? Peony is not the forgiving sort. Slights, imagined or real. Her patience for people is small compared to her patience for the work. She likes to accomplish things. Anything. But lacks a singular passion or driving force other than to be on top.
She thinks, quietly, that there is something missing. Watching as people pick places in the world. A focus for their life. She feels that she lacks that, and stands for the eggs of the Weyr's dragons to see if there, in a shell, is the missing piece of her life.
HISTORY
FAMILY: H'san - Father (greenrider) | Panya - Mother (greenrider) | Various Siblings
SIGNIFICANT OTHER: -
BIRTHPLACE: High Reaches Weyr
HISTORY: It was horrible growing up beneath the golden shadow of Golre and Vizeth. While her parents did their best to shelter the children, they could not be with them always. Greenrider both, she and her siblings grew up in the creche for the most part. Weyrbrats all. They ran wild in the Weyr when they could. Learned life by living it. How to climb by falling, who to avoid by being cuffed. Peony did her best to learn from the mistakes of others also. Never repeating something done already by one of her siblings.
She never missed a lesson. Attended the Weyr's harper every time she could. Listened when the adults talked, even if that meant hiding around corners, or scrubbing beneath tables. She scowled whenever ordered to anything, but she always did it, no matter how unsavory. She worried, always, about what was to come of them. All of them, that is, except those who rode shining hides. Peony saw the discrepancies in the way people were treated. The danger in it, but was powerless.
What was she other than just another child out of dozens and dozens? Her parents no more than greenriders out of dozens of dozens? The lot of them treated as drudges and fodder. It was a most unpleasant, pleasant childhood. She had the love of her parents, and the nearness of siblings who forgave her scowls and silent outdoing and over-trying.
While her family survived mostly in tact from war inflicted upon them by Golre and her greed, she lost a girl's first love. A bluerider, just freshly graduated. They had not flamed a single spiral of Thread, but they died all the same, the pair. More infatuation than romance. But she swore off it.
When it was over, Peony was not sure if it was better or worse. There had been an order before, what followed was... disorder. Invasion. Fort swooping in to save them, but it felt more like infiltration. Peony could do nothing against this either, but be better than whatever they sent from the other Weyr. If she could match any in a skill, she did so. If she could strive to surpass them, she wore her fingers out doing so.
High Reaches was for High Reaches. They would heal themselves.
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