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"Asinine knave!"
BASICS
NAME: Miriel
GENDER: Female
PRONOUNS: She/her/hers
ORIENTATION: Any and all in the pursuit of science!! (Preference to men but happy to experiment)
BIRTHDATE: Winter 2744
AGE: 32 as of 2776
LOCATION: Semaca Weyr
OCCUPATION: Garnetrider / self-appointed scholar
WING: Marzuka Squad
APPEARANCE
EYES: Warm amber brown behind thin rimmed glasses
HAIR: Dark red, exceptionally straight
HEIGHT AND BUILD: 5'6 - modest frame with average bust
PLAY-BY: Miriel from Fire Emblem Awakening, custom art soon so she'll look older hopefully
EXPY SOURCE: Miriel (Fire Emblem Awakening)
FULL APPEARANCE:
Miriel is a woman of thin frame and average height. She always keeps herself clean and prim, always dressed neatly and with nothing permitted to be out of place. Not even a single hair is allowed to curl away. Her red locks are straight, combed, and cut perfectly flat at the ends (though strangely her bangs and side pieces are sheared at a sharp angle).
Almost all of Miriel's features are sharp and straight: her hair, her lips, her nose, her chin. She keeps everything tidy, including her wardrobe and personal belongings. Mostly keeping to robes and layered garments, Miriel rarely wears anything brightly colored or intricately patterned. Simple, neutral colors of browns, greys, blacks, and muted green.
The fanciest bit of bauble she has would be her thin glasses and a few long clay beads set on either side of her hair. She may occasionally wear a wide brimmed hat that is not exceptionally flattering looking.
PERSONALITY
PERSONALITY:
Miriel's whole existence is based on scientific pursuit. She's a meticulous and serious woman, favoring cleanliness and organization above all else. Everything has to be in it's place, to the point that she has no problem appointing the task to herself. Whether it's her own possessions or not. Miriel has very little tolerance for mess or laziness in her general vicinity, and it's usually the main trigger to bring out her sternest tone.
She has very little patience for those that act without thinking and cause recklessness, but she also doesn't expect perfection . She knows mistakes happen, as she herself makes plenty in her endless search for the answers of the universe. Miriel doesn't want to just 'know' things. She needs to understand them fully, to realize why things work in the way they do or why they happen.
As such, anything that catches her interest will be pursued with unbreakable and almost obsessive focus. So much so, that Miriel may do nothing for hours and days at a time as she conducts her research. It's gotten her into some issues with missing practices or agreed upon meetings, but all that falls behind when she's doing her research.
It's no surprise then, that Miriel's favorite activity is reading. She always has a journal or scroll on her person to peruse or even jot notes upon. It's more common to see her nose buried downward to take in written word, than looking where she's going. (She has run into doors and taken embarrassing tumbles, which rarely phase her). All her reading has given her quite the extensive vocabulary. To the point that the average person might not immediately understand what she's saying exactly, much to Miriel's frustration.
Despite her seemingly endless supply of factual knowledge, she needs a great deal of work in the more social aspects of engaging with others. She can come off as quite blunt, despite only trying to offer assistance and she tends to forget about boundaries and respecting the space and property of others. If she sees good reason to cross them.
HISTORY
FAMILY:
Mother - Scribe -alive and at Fort
Father - Weyrfolk - not in the picture but alive
SIGNIFICANT OTHER: N/A
BIRTHPLACE: Fort Weyr
HISTORY:
Miriel attained her love of science and knowledge from her mother. From the moment she arrived, Miriel would function as her little protege. In fact, it was never a secret that Miriel came to be out of her mother's own curiosity for exploring the vast world of physical pleasures and the like. Her conception was seen as neither inconvenient or a even a proper blessing... merely another venture of life to experience and learn the secrets of. The man in question was an average enough person, one of no real importance but amicable and commonly seen in the hallways.
Very few things were sugar-coated to Miriel. Her mother was ever honest and ever practical to her young child. Fact was everything, the world was a puzzle to be deciphered and solved. Through it, Miriel idolized her mother emphatically, so knowledgeable and so hard working. She was never a very soft or affectionate type of parent, but she loved her daughter in the fashion she could. Her mother wanted Miriel to grow and learn, in hopes of solving all the mysteries of the world that she could not.
So, growing up in the halls of Fort Weyr, Miriel was never short of things to learn, or attaining reading material to sink her focus into. In fact, Miriel barely had time for friends or playing, not that the other children didn't try. She was simply more invested in understanding every bit of information that her focus seemed to latch to at any given moment. All in the hope of getting to where here mother stood, seemingly unparalleled (in her eyes anyway).
While Miriel was an exceptionally articulate and generally well-behaved child, it wasn't uncommon for her to get into altercations. Whether through misunderstanding or Miriel's own assurance on being 'correct', it was difficult for her to keep long lasting relationships. Not that it bothered her.
In fact, Miriel couldn't wait until she was old enough to set herself to being a scribe, like her mother. To be able to work along side the person she most admired and strived to be like as an adult; a peer she respected and knew was unmatched in work quality and ethic. That had always been the plan and the expectation... atleast until Miriel was old enough to apply for dragon candidacy.
Initially, Miriel would have admitted to being curious of dragonriders. However, her logical side reminded herself that a dragonrider was a huge responsibility. A commitment to the Weyr, to Pern, and mostly, to the dragon bonded to them for life - nothing was more important. Her desire for knowledge would have to be put aside, and Miriel was not fully comfortable to do that. At least, until her mother gave push for her to apply.
After all, it was a subject she'd never been able to fully understand when she'd been younger. Having missed the opportunity in her past youth, her progeny now had the chance to stand among the eggs of dragons and be chosen to rank. As Miriel was always taught: reading only got you so far, but the real way to learn was to understand- to experience and be involved. So, despite initial hesitance, Miriel eventually saw the logic in her mother's sentiment, and applied for candidacy.
Miriel sailed through lessons with ease, as expected of her. However, that was the simple part of the equation. When it came to actually standing for the clutches of Fort, that was more nerve-wracking. For a few turns she was left standing, at least until 2761, when a clutch from Gold Imorith and Bronze Eberhardth graced the sands.
That hatching was one for the record books, and it would be burned into Miriel's memory until her final day. She was sure of that. The arrival of Fort's Tyrant Queen; in a storm of fury and barely restrained violence. Among all other events, none stood out to her as much as her Phaedrath, spindly and gentle as a flower petal, approaching.
Mine now. Yes? You're perfect! Why is it cold? Her eyes whirled in a bright rainbow. I am your Phaedrath, and I hope I'm not disappointing.
Finally, her 'proper research associate' had come to her. Miriel had been unsure of what kind of dragon would choose her from the rest, but Phaedrath was perfect in every way. (Or as perfect as a flawed living creature could be in the given circumstance, Miriel amended) A dragon as thirsty for knowledge as herself, and willing to go after it with just as much gusto. Though thankfully, Phaedrath was much more socially capable at smoothing over interactions that seemed to be going sour when compared to her rider.
Miriel and Phaedrath settled themselves into their own bout of routine as the turns moved passed. Duty to Pern was always priority, but any moment permitted, it was off to discover all the knowledge that seemed just under the surface to find. After all, was that not a duty to their society also? To discover and learn things for the betterment of all?
Fort was always a content place for the bonded pair, until word of the new southern continent settlement began to circulate. It was hardly a discussion to be had between them really, as both Miriel and Phaedrath set themselves to transfer to the newest established Weyr the moment they were able. Why stay in a place that was comfortable to them, and familiar? So many strange and wonderful things to learn across the ocean! All the notes and discoveries that could be be sent back to Fort for her mother to peruse as well!
It was simply the most logical choice.
