" I always go backwards when I'm backin' up. "
BASICS
RETIRE INFO: Adopt concept, retire implementation
NAME: Y'all
GENDER: Female
PRONOUNS: She/Her/Hers
ORIENTATION: Heterosexual
BIRTHDATE: Late Spring 2744
AGE: 26 as of Late Fall 2770
LOCATION: High Reaches Weyr
OCCUPATION: Rider, Apprentice Beastcrafter
WING: Firestorm
APPEARANCE
EYES: Blue
HAIR: Blonde
HEIGHT AND BUILD: 5'6", average
PLAY-BY: Ingrid Berdal
FULL APPEARANCE:
Yendall is of fairly average height and build, though she seems to be a little taller than she actually is due to her propensity to wear especially large hats. The larger the better; she sometimes jokes that if she can't use her hat as a boat, it's too small. These are, at least in some part, practical, as she is quite fair and otherwise tends to sunburn rapidly. Her face is rather angular, with deep-set blue eyes and a sharply upturned nose. She has light blonde hair, rather on the scraggly side since she can rarely be bothered too much with it.
She wears clothes that one might expect of a woman who spends a lot of her time out tending to the herdbeasts: heavy pants and patterned shirts, often with a scarf under her hat to keep her hair contained. (Okay, so she pays at least a little attention to it, when failing to do so would make her life more dificult.) They're mostly in fairly rough shape, though she calls it well-worn-in and comfortable.
PERSONALITY
PERSONALITY:
Yendall is a loud, proud, red-blooded believer in individual liberties. She's fiercely independent, and takes no crap from anyone. There's no treading on her, because she's certainly not about going to let anyone get away with that. Nothing around her is small: not her voice, not her personality, and certainly not her plate at dinner. She's extremely fond of barbecue, and is constantly experimenting with better methods of smoking meat. She thinks bigger is better, and always wants the biggest of everything, even if it's not necessarily the best quality. She not-so-secretly wants a gold dragon, mostly because golds are huge.
She loves people, and befriends just about everyone she meets, greeting them with a "Howdy!" and a wave. Despite not being especially willing to ask for help for her, she's ready to lend a hand to people around her in a crisis. Or a non-crisis. Really any time. She's polite and well-mannered, and that extends to her insults. A favorite of hers is belittling those who irritate her with "Well bless your little heart, you do try so hard."
She's politically fairly active, always advocating for more freedoms and representation for those who are currently ignored and marginalized. She likes the direction High Reaches Weyr is going, but still occasionally advocates for the Hold to secede from the Weyr's territory. Memories of war run deep, and she thinks the Hold would be better off free of the Weyr that had terrorized it.
She's fond of music despite not being a Harper, especially the twangy type about life out in the hills herding beasts, riding a runner with a dog loping along beside. She even fancies herself a bit of a songwriter, and often composes her own songs.
HISTORY
FAMILY:
Parents, several siblings
SIGNIFICANT OTHER: None
BIRTHPLACE: High Reaches Hold
HISTORY:
Yendall's destiny was obvious, even when it wasn't. War made a mess out of everything, so even when it was clear that all the little girl really wanted to do was sit outside with animals, her parents wondered if she'd ever be able to apprentice at all. Or if allowing her to do so would be safe and not result in the learning second-hand that their daughter had been killed for refusing to give up a member of her flock, or herd, or whatever she happened to be watching over.
Luckily, the war ended before she even reached an age where considering an apprenticeship was an option, and so when she was old enough she went her merry way along into beastcrafting. She took to it like a fish takes to water, and quickly managed to get herself into a position where she spent most of her time out in the farther ranges, moving the beasts about as needed and making sure they weren't eaten by wherries, or wild whers, or dragons (though truth be told, she wasn't really sure what she was supposed to do if dragons decided they wanted to eat her animals).
This was, for the most part, uneventful, though to hear her tell it her nights were full of pitched battles against the wild creatures that would eat her charges, or she was stalked by the ghost of something old and mean. Little of it was true, but she found her daily life exciting enough; telling tall tales made sure everyone else thought it was exciting too!
Of course, one day when she was seventeen things actually were a bit more exciting than she'd like. Yendall never did figure out what she did to annoy the bull, but annoy it she did, and it charged her. She was trampled and left for wherry-bait, several bones broken. She's well aware of how lucky she was to be found at all, but she was, and several months later she'd made a full recovery and went right back to it. "Afraid" was a word that she wasn't about to allow to enter her vocabulary.
And so things continued on just the way they had been. Yendall even heard that she might be considered to walk the tables soon. Well, at least until the Searchrider showed up, and how could she resist that opportunity? Really, that just wasn't something that was possible. And so she went to the Weyr, to learn what might be in store for her there.
