"The world is only as good as those who live in it."
BASICS
RETIRE INFO: Adopt
NAME: Chrysanthe, Chrys
GENDER: Female
PRONOUNS: She/her/hers
ORIENTATION: Someone kind...
BIRTHDATE: Early Summer 2744
AGE: 23 as of Fall, 2767
LOCATION: Fort Weyr
OCCUPATION: Wingrider, Apprentice Harper
WING: Daylight
APPEARANCE
EYES: Blue-green
HAIR: Mahogany with a hint of a wave, worn long
HEIGHT AND BUILD: 5'4, slender but with enough muscle to avoid looking delicate
PLAY-BY: Emilia Clarke
FULL APPEARANCE: Even after six turns in the weyr, Chrysanthe still looks more the Harper than the rider. True, weyrlinghood and candidacy have put muscle on her build and she's no longer the waif of a child she once was, but there's still an airiness to her stance and walk and a certain absentmindedness to her expression that makes it clear this is not a fighter born. She rarely wears her riding leathers outside of drills, favoring light, flowing dress in soft-pastel colors. Her hair generally hangs loose and she enjoys little pretty pieces of jewelry, cheap trifles mostly that she purchased at various gathers.
PERSONALITY
PERSONALITY: For a child of refugees, there's something terribly soft about Chrysanthe. She's gentle and dreamy, her head always in the clouds, her nose always in a book. She's a poet and a singer, happy to leave the warring to others. She doesn't really remember the days when dragons were something to fear and doesn't want. She writes and sings of happy, cheerful things, of sunlight and flowers and butterfly wings. Denial? Perhaps, but it is a denial that keeps her sane. And no one can deny her that.
Chrys isn't the sort to seek out conflict. In fact she prefers to avoid it. She is very much a mediator at heart, always quick to propose a compromise or simply a ceasefire, anything to let life go on without too many waves. She's also something of an idealist, who believes right is right and wrong is wrong and you should do all you can to improve the world, but prefers to fight for those ideas from the shadows. Or just bury her head in the sand and pretend that the rest of the world will sort out itself. She might have beliefs, the strength or courage to DO something about it...that's something else entirely. She'll just talk about them in her songs. No one fights over a song.
Chrysanthe prefers to believe the best in everyone, whether they deserve it or not. Part of that is a justification for her passivity and part is just...an innate belief in the goodness of mankind that hasn't quite been beaten out of her yet. She's not stupid or masochistic and will avoid those who are cruel to her, but she believes everyone has a chance of redemption and is quick to offer reassurance and affection to those who want it.
HISTORY
FAMILY:
Parents: Chryson (father) and Lanthe (mother), Deceased
Foster-father: Jiathro, a Harper
Older brothers: Lanthon, 8 years older, estranged
Lys, 4 years older, estranged
Older sister: Ysanthe, 2 years older, betrothed to a son of minor lord near Telgar
SIGNIFICANT OTHER: None yet but she's open to the possibility
BIRTHPLACE: Minor hold near Telgar
HISTORY:
TW: Death
Chrysanthe never knew her home. It was destroyed in the Interval Wars, while her mother was pregnant with her. She was born to the once-lady of a hold that no longer stood in the storerooms of a minor hold they had once called ally. She does not remember much about the place, as she left when she was only five, leaving her sister behind to eventually marry one of his sons.
Her mother had died in childbirth and her father had been killed fighting to defend their hold, so she was raised by her brothers and the elderly harper who had once served their hold. Lanthon was obsessed with rebuilding the place, although most of its residents were either dead or moved on. He impressed upon Chrysanthe, who was still too young to understand, that when she came of age, she would marry to their political advantage, to help in this goal.
It never happened. One night, when Chrystanthe was eight turns old, Jiathro stole away with her and her other brother, Lys. He brought them to Harper Hall, where they could have some semblance of a normal life. Eventually, Chrysanthe could barely even remember her brother's face.
But Jiathro's choice ensured she grew up happy and protected. Chrysanthe thrived at Harper Hall. She loved music and history and quickly proved herself a promising young composer and a more-than-adequate singer. As soon as she came of age, she eagerly began her apprenticeship.
Lys was never quite as happy with his lot. He remembered the hold of his birth and the brother he'd been stolen from. He refused the offer of apprenticeship and as soon as he was old enough, set off in search of Lanthon. Chrysanthe never learned what became of either of her brothers. She preferred to believe they might still be out there, having reclaimed the valley they had dreamed of for so long, if the alternative was knowing for certain they were dead. Chrysanthe missed Lys but never considered seeking him out. She'd never met her parents and had never been a lady. It wasn't a life she wished to reclaim. She was happy as a Harper, with her future spread wide and promising before her.
At little over fifteen, Chrysanthe was pegged as a potential Candidate during a routine Search. She knew dragons had once played a role in the destruction of her home, but most of her memories were of peacetime, when they were protectors and guardians. She went gladly, once Jiathro agreed to join her. There was room for Harpers too in the weyr and he wouldn't mind helping to train a new generation of riders, now that the last of his charges was older enough to spread her wings.
Chrysanthe didn't Impress right away, as some candidates do. But she enjoyed her time at the weyr. There was plenty of inspiration for a young Harper-to-be and new friends to make and mountains to explore. When she was nineteen and blue Bidath found her on the sands, she was delighted. Sure, her dragon was garrulous and argumentative, but he was hers. And together, they would thrive.
