Post by frozenaugust on Dec 28, 2012 3:18:11 GMT -5
Name: Lisal
Song: (optional)
Would you like this character to impress? Yes
Name you prefer if you impress: Lisal
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Flightsexual (Heterosexual outside of flightlust)
Adversity to impressing an opposite gender dragon? Yes
Rank: Journeywoman Fisher/Candidate
Family:
Mother: Kalissa – 38 – Journeywoman Weaver
Half-Brother: Ranlyn – 20 – Candidate (Son of G’ranta)
Half-Brother: Giran – 15 – Candidate (son of G’ranta)
Half-Sister: Kalina – 12 – Apprentice Weaver (Daughter of Nalik)
Half-Brother: Girten – 8 – Weyrbrat (Son of G’ranta)
Half-Sister: Kalika – 8 – Cot-brat (Daughter of Nalik)
Step-Father: Nalik – 42 – Master Fisher[/ul]
Dragon or Wher:
Pets:
Appearance: Lisal’s what most would call a beauty. However, Lisal seems to also be the only one who thinks people who tell her this are lying. As a child, Lisal was a buck-toothed, scrawny girl who was rough and tumble due to chasing after older boys and girls who were far too old to be bothered by helping a youn girl keep up with them unless they were told to do so. As a result, to this day, Lisal’s got scars and callouses on her hands, knees and feet from climbing barefoot all over sea rock and sand. She’s of average height for a girl, standing just short of five-seven in her bare feet, and has the lean wire muscle that comes from Turns upon turns of swimming in the sea. At a distance, this young woman looks like many of those in her home cothold, average in height with a graceful curvy silhouette.
Up close, however, Lisal’s got the same sort of exotic appearance that G’ranta and his ilk are known for. She’s darker skinned than those of Delta, though she’s got the same dark hair as all the rest of them. Her eyes are a grey color that takes on the dominant color of her surroundings, which at the hold tended to be blue, green or grey. The long straight-bridged nose that runs in her family is counter balanced with a set of full lips that are made for smiling and strong brows that arch gracefully over her eyes. She tends to wear her dark brown hair long, and the salt and sun have streaked it with lighter golden shades.
When it comes to dressing, she’s neither vain nor slobby. Working on the sea has given her a sense of casual practicality, meaning that she stopped wearing skirts when she was thirteen and was accepted onto her first ship, an she’s not a fan of wearing finery as she thinks it to be a useless frivolity. Her standard wear are capri-length rough canvas pants with plenty of pockets for hooks and weights and string and the like with a light shirt and a vest that carries more useful items when she’s on board a ship. She dislikes wearing shoes, and on the sea normally doesn’t. However, as she’s become acclimated to the weyr, she’s learned to wear sandals around to avoid getting her feet cut up on sharp rocks.
Play-by: Aishwarya Rai
Skills Fishing and holding her own amongst the menfolk. Mildly Empathic.
Basic Personality:As a child, Lisal was very much aware of the people around her. Feelings, thoughts, body language, reading these things came as an art to the girl, and over time she was able to begin picking up those emotions that people tried to hide. While nowhere near perfect at the art, the habit of trying to figure out people’s emotions and feelings through their expressions or body language has given her a reputation as a mind-reader. She’s not, granted, but in a craft where speech is often not a practical means of communication, the habit and ability is one that has kept her safe during her journeys through storms and gales that could otherwise have been fatal.
Practicality seems to be the thing that drives Lisal’s every decision. She’s not the kind to have mindless fun at the expense of chores or assignments going un-done. As a result, she can at times seem to be a stick in the mud. However, this isn’t the case, as when she’s with close friends, she tends to be very playful, happy to let them turn chores into a game to help get them done in a seemingly faster way. However, around strangers, she is seen as a no-nonsense, almost cold kind of person.
Practicality also extends to how much pride she takes in herself. While she does acknowledge when she does a good job, it’s never boasting, and she hardly ever mentions it herself. She can be hard on her work, often denying praise to say that she could have done better by doing such-and-such in whatever situation may arise. She’s also insistently blind to her own looks, and will always point out her scars or how long her nose is and other perceived flaws if someone compliments her looks.
In what seems to be a familial trait, Lisal is the kind of person to stop whatever she’s doing to help someone in need. She tends to put the needs of others above her own, to the effect that she’ll stick around late to help someone finish their chores instead of eating, or other small things like this. As a result, she can be very much like a stand-offish doormat to those who don’t know her very well, and in reality, perhaps that is exactly what she is!
Strengths
Faults
History: When Kalissa accepted the job as Ranlyn’s foster mother, she didn’t realize that within a year, she would be pregnant herself. As a result, she found herself in the awkward position of being unwed and pregnant, a position that no hold-raised girl wants to find herself in. However, she was unwilling to move to the Weyr in order to not face the ostracism that would result from the pregnancy, and she was also unwilling to take up G’ranta’s offer to Between the pregnancy. So, shortly before her foster son turned two, Kalissa gave birth to G’ranta’s second child, Lisal.
At a young age, Lisal began to pick up on the distance that the Holder’s had put between themselves and the small family around Kalissa. Lisal often played solely with her older half-brother, and only on occasion would have the opportunity to play with other children. Whenever she did, however, she couldn’t help but notice the looks of disapproval that were turned on her, and as a young child believed that it was something she herself had done to deserve the looks, and so began to work hard to try to gain the approval of the adults around her.
When she turned six, all of this ended. A kind man came to the cothold and was left behind due to an injury he had sustained out at sea. The man fell in love with Kalissa, and accepted Ranlyn and Lisal as well, and a family was formed between them. She followed her brother and her step father around like a duckling where ever they went, and the man finally began to teach her all about fishing along with Ranlyn. She took to the tasks quickly, and became a help to the cothold instead of a perceived burden. She tolerated the harper’s lessons, but her love quickly became the sea. And still she spent time with her actual father, but showed little actual interest in what he was and refused to fly when offered. Her feet, she said, belonged on solid ground… or even in the rocking boats that dotted the seas.
When she was ten, her father came around and gathered up Ranlyn. By this time she had younger siblings by her mother and Nalik, but they were too young to keep the busy child entertained. She turned to the other cotholder’s children, but they were all several years older than her. Still, she tried to keep up, learning their chores and skills to try to curry favor with them. It worked on occasion, but all of the friends she did make were also apprentices to the fisher craft or sent off to other Halls to learn a useful trade that would help the cothold prosper when they came back.
It wasn’t until she was twelve that she began to finally come into her own. G’ranta came again, on her twelfth nameday to offer her a chance at candidacy, something that she could have easily should she desire. She refused though, and followed Nalik out onto the seas as an apprentice seacrafter while he earned his master’s knots.
Lisal grew into a gawky teenager at first. Her legs and arms grew first, quickly enough that she was clumsy for a Turn or so while she tried to become accustomed to the new length. She went through a hard puberty with bad acne and more bad hairdays than she cares to really remember, and her lack of curves at fourteen made her an odd duck among fishing girls who were comfortable with themselves and quickly engaging themselves to other fishers or more prominent cotholders around the area and marrying and starting families. No boy looked at her in that way, and the practical side of her became quickly used to this. She didn’t bother to worry about it, and this was filed away in her brain as she began to grow more, puberty began to lose its hold on her, and she began to grow into her adult shape.
When she was seventeen and boys began to finally notice her after her returns from long trips out at sea, she was so focused on her training and desire to obtain her journeyman’s knots that she dismissed the boys, ignoring their compliments and come-ons as desperate attempts from men who couldn’t get another girl’s affections and were afraid to spend their lives alone. The news of the self-imposed quarantine for the Weyrwoman of Southern Weyr and several other riders arrived then, and her thoughts went to her brother and father. It wasn’t until days later that she had learned that it was only precautionary, not life-threatening and that her relatives were fine, but because of her distraction on board the ship, she had slipped and broken an ankle and dislocated a shoulder in a bad storm.
It was in this state that she was in when the searchriders, desperate for Candidates to the new Weyr and the clutch on it's sands, came to Delta. A few of the younger kids were taken, though of her family, the dragons only found her to their tastes. Once again, she was offered a position as a candidate at a Weyr. This time, with no real alternative and disliking the idea of sitting around her cothold being useless until her ankle and shoulder healed, she took their offer and went off to Crescent Cove to reunite with her brother, father, and to try her hand at dragonriding should a dragon find her suitable.
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Song: (optional)
Would you like this character to impress? Yes
Name you prefer if you impress: Lisal
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Flightsexual (Heterosexual outside of flightlust)
Adversity to impressing an opposite gender dragon? Yes
Rank: Journeywoman Fisher/Candidate
Family:
Mother: Kalissa – 38 – Journeywoman Weaver
Half-Brother: Ranlyn – 20 – Candidate (Son of G’ranta)
Half-Brother: Giran – 15 – Candidate (son of G’ranta)
Half-Sister: Kalina – 12 – Apprentice Weaver (Daughter of Nalik)
Half-Brother: Girten – 8 – Weyrbrat (Son of G’ranta)
Half-Sister: Kalika – 8 – Cot-brat (Daughter of Nalik)
Step-Father: Nalik – 42 – Master Fisher[/ul]
Dragon or Wher:
Pets:
Appearance: Lisal’s what most would call a beauty. However, Lisal seems to also be the only one who thinks people who tell her this are lying. As a child, Lisal was a buck-toothed, scrawny girl who was rough and tumble due to chasing after older boys and girls who were far too old to be bothered by helping a youn girl keep up with them unless they were told to do so. As a result, to this day, Lisal’s got scars and callouses on her hands, knees and feet from climbing barefoot all over sea rock and sand. She’s of average height for a girl, standing just short of five-seven in her bare feet, and has the lean wire muscle that comes from Turns upon turns of swimming in the sea. At a distance, this young woman looks like many of those in her home cothold, average in height with a graceful curvy silhouette.
Up close, however, Lisal’s got the same sort of exotic appearance that G’ranta and his ilk are known for. She’s darker skinned than those of Delta, though she’s got the same dark hair as all the rest of them. Her eyes are a grey color that takes on the dominant color of her surroundings, which at the hold tended to be blue, green or grey. The long straight-bridged nose that runs in her family is counter balanced with a set of full lips that are made for smiling and strong brows that arch gracefully over her eyes. She tends to wear her dark brown hair long, and the salt and sun have streaked it with lighter golden shades.
When it comes to dressing, she’s neither vain nor slobby. Working on the sea has given her a sense of casual practicality, meaning that she stopped wearing skirts when she was thirteen and was accepted onto her first ship, an she’s not a fan of wearing finery as she thinks it to be a useless frivolity. Her standard wear are capri-length rough canvas pants with plenty of pockets for hooks and weights and string and the like with a light shirt and a vest that carries more useful items when she’s on board a ship. She dislikes wearing shoes, and on the sea normally doesn’t. However, as she’s become acclimated to the weyr, she’s learned to wear sandals around to avoid getting her feet cut up on sharp rocks.
Play-by: Aishwarya Rai
Skills Fishing and holding her own amongst the menfolk. Mildly Empathic.
Basic Personality:As a child, Lisal was very much aware of the people around her. Feelings, thoughts, body language, reading these things came as an art to the girl, and over time she was able to begin picking up those emotions that people tried to hide. While nowhere near perfect at the art, the habit of trying to figure out people’s emotions and feelings through their expressions or body language has given her a reputation as a mind-reader. She’s not, granted, but in a craft where speech is often not a practical means of communication, the habit and ability is one that has kept her safe during her journeys through storms and gales that could otherwise have been fatal.
Practicality seems to be the thing that drives Lisal’s every decision. She’s not the kind to have mindless fun at the expense of chores or assignments going un-done. As a result, she can at times seem to be a stick in the mud. However, this isn’t the case, as when she’s with close friends, she tends to be very playful, happy to let them turn chores into a game to help get them done in a seemingly faster way. However, around strangers, she is seen as a no-nonsense, almost cold kind of person.
Practicality also extends to how much pride she takes in herself. While she does acknowledge when she does a good job, it’s never boasting, and she hardly ever mentions it herself. She can be hard on her work, often denying praise to say that she could have done better by doing such-and-such in whatever situation may arise. She’s also insistently blind to her own looks, and will always point out her scars or how long her nose is and other perceived flaws if someone compliments her looks.
In what seems to be a familial trait, Lisal is the kind of person to stop whatever she’s doing to help someone in need. She tends to put the needs of others above her own, to the effect that she’ll stick around late to help someone finish their chores instead of eating, or other small things like this. As a result, she can be very much like a stand-offish doormat to those who don’t know her very well, and in reality, perhaps that is exactly what she is!
Strengths
- Empathic - Something that manifested at a young age but that she seems to have no awareness of. She can easily read the moods of people around her, and tries to compensate to make a more stable atmosphere.
- Dependable - Give Lisal a job and she's certain to get it done. She lothes being unable to fulfil a request, and will go out of her way to make sure that she can finish tasks given to her.
- Humble - Give this girl a compliment and more likely than not she's going to accept the it with a "Thank you, but it wasn't really a big deal". If you try to tell her she's pretty, she'll be even more adamently against you.
- Kind - Not one to hurt the feelings of another person, she'll more likely keep her mouth shut rather than give a critique, even if it means more work for her in the end.
- Serious - She doesn't have the best sense of humor out there, and while she can appreciate a good joke, it's unlikely to find her telling them on her own.
Faults
- Stoic - There are times when, despite being empathic, Lisal just simply doesn't seem to be the warm and fuzzy type. She tends to distance herself because she's been distanced from, and is really only open with her family and people she could consider close friends.
- Modest - While being humble is one thing, Lisal can sometimes take it to another level entirely. If you give her too many compliments in one day, she'll become downright onery about pointing out all of her faults.
- Doormat - Perhaps related to her empathy again, Lisal hates to disappoint, so she often times takes on the burdens of others at their request a little too easily. Taking over chores is one that happens quite often.
- Overly Quiet - While this could be considered "shy", Lisal isn't really shy so much as she doesn't have much to say. She listens more than she speaks, which gives her that stand-offish appearance to those who don't know her well.
- Workaholic - This girl is always working. Even injured, she'd rather be mending nets and shucking shellfish rather than relaxing as per Healer's orders.
History: When Kalissa accepted the job as Ranlyn’s foster mother, she didn’t realize that within a year, she would be pregnant herself. As a result, she found herself in the awkward position of being unwed and pregnant, a position that no hold-raised girl wants to find herself in. However, she was unwilling to move to the Weyr in order to not face the ostracism that would result from the pregnancy, and she was also unwilling to take up G’ranta’s offer to Between the pregnancy. So, shortly before her foster son turned two, Kalissa gave birth to G’ranta’s second child, Lisal.
At a young age, Lisal began to pick up on the distance that the Holder’s had put between themselves and the small family around Kalissa. Lisal often played solely with her older half-brother, and only on occasion would have the opportunity to play with other children. Whenever she did, however, she couldn’t help but notice the looks of disapproval that were turned on her, and as a young child believed that it was something she herself had done to deserve the looks, and so began to work hard to try to gain the approval of the adults around her.
When she turned six, all of this ended. A kind man came to the cothold and was left behind due to an injury he had sustained out at sea. The man fell in love with Kalissa, and accepted Ranlyn and Lisal as well, and a family was formed between them. She followed her brother and her step father around like a duckling where ever they went, and the man finally began to teach her all about fishing along with Ranlyn. She took to the tasks quickly, and became a help to the cothold instead of a perceived burden. She tolerated the harper’s lessons, but her love quickly became the sea. And still she spent time with her actual father, but showed little actual interest in what he was and refused to fly when offered. Her feet, she said, belonged on solid ground… or even in the rocking boats that dotted the seas.
When she was ten, her father came around and gathered up Ranlyn. By this time she had younger siblings by her mother and Nalik, but they were too young to keep the busy child entertained. She turned to the other cotholder’s children, but they were all several years older than her. Still, she tried to keep up, learning their chores and skills to try to curry favor with them. It worked on occasion, but all of the friends she did make were also apprentices to the fisher craft or sent off to other Halls to learn a useful trade that would help the cothold prosper when they came back.
It wasn’t until she was twelve that she began to finally come into her own. G’ranta came again, on her twelfth nameday to offer her a chance at candidacy, something that she could have easily should she desire. She refused though, and followed Nalik out onto the seas as an apprentice seacrafter while he earned his master’s knots.
Lisal grew into a gawky teenager at first. Her legs and arms grew first, quickly enough that she was clumsy for a Turn or so while she tried to become accustomed to the new length. She went through a hard puberty with bad acne and more bad hairdays than she cares to really remember, and her lack of curves at fourteen made her an odd duck among fishing girls who were comfortable with themselves and quickly engaging themselves to other fishers or more prominent cotholders around the area and marrying and starting families. No boy looked at her in that way, and the practical side of her became quickly used to this. She didn’t bother to worry about it, and this was filed away in her brain as she began to grow more, puberty began to lose its hold on her, and she began to grow into her adult shape.
When she was seventeen and boys began to finally notice her after her returns from long trips out at sea, she was so focused on her training and desire to obtain her journeyman’s knots that she dismissed the boys, ignoring their compliments and come-ons as desperate attempts from men who couldn’t get another girl’s affections and were afraid to spend their lives alone. The news of the self-imposed quarantine for the Weyrwoman of Southern Weyr and several other riders arrived then, and her thoughts went to her brother and father. It wasn’t until days later that she had learned that it was only precautionary, not life-threatening and that her relatives were fine, but because of her distraction on board the ship, she had slipped and broken an ankle and dislocated a shoulder in a bad storm.
It was in this state that she was in when the searchriders, desperate for Candidates to the new Weyr and the clutch on it's sands, came to Delta. A few of the younger kids were taken, though of her family, the dragons only found her to their tastes. Once again, she was offered a position as a candidate at a Weyr. This time, with no real alternative and disliking the idea of sitting around her cothold being useless until her ankle and shoulder healed, she took their offer and went off to Crescent Cove to reunite with her brother, father, and to try her hand at dragonriding should a dragon find her suitable.
If ever you become inactive without warning for a long period of time or decide to leave the site, what would you like me to do with your character? Transfer her away or kill her in threadfall.
