Post by Rowen on Dec 10, 2009 2:39:33 GMT -5
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Email: bilepitkit@yahoo.com
Character
Name: Rekka
Rank: Headwoman
Gender: Female
Age: 27
Origin: Ponna Weyr
Appearance:
Average, the one word that Rekka knew described her best. Not standing any taller than most woman, yet not shorter either. She fit right in the middle of a crowd. Her hair a very dark brown, almost black was long reaching near her elbows. Only in the sunlight did the true nature of her hair reveal itself as brown, she often ties it back out of her way not bothering with fancying herself, or making any effort to her appearance her hair often frizzes just slightly, and if asked Rekka would tell you it frizzed just that little bit to annoy her.
Her eyes an ordinary brown all be it, a very dark nearly black brown matched her hair perfectly completing her ‘average’ appearance. Wearing clothes she’d made herself Rekka has no special clothes to really speak of, nothing with intricate designs, or fancy beads on any clothes that she wore. She wore no rings, or bracelets. In Rekka’s eyes they merely got in the way of all the work she did. Her clothes not to baggy, not to tight fit her not revealing or hiding her slimly built figure.
Not weighing much, Rekka admitted she wasn’t fat, but neither was she very skinny. Completing her normal look was no scars, no tattoos, her skin was not very dark or very light, though she was fair skinned. Her hands held the calluses of her constant work. Over all Rekka knew she wasn’t anything special, and in fact didn’t pursue to make herself anything special, instead trying to be as unnoticeable as possible to anyone. Being so unnoticeable over the years has helped Rekka in ways, her keen eyes always watching the others around her, and her good ears always listening.
Family:
Mother – Kaitlyn – Deceased
Though Rekka never really knew her mother, she still felt saddened that she had died. Perhaps it was the feeling that she and her mother could have become close, but never had a chance that truly saddened her.
Father – S’yul – 53 turns
Well retired, a blue rider S’yul or Silyulrian has never spent a day with his daughter. In fact he seems to never notice her even when they’re in the same room. When forced to interact with her, he treats her like just another woman of the lower caverns. Rekka even has the sneaking suspicion he doesn’t know who she is.
Sexual Orientation: Hetero Sexual
Personality:
Preferring to keep to herself Rekka, not well liked by the other lower cavern women, has spent most of her life doing most everything alone. After a spat with the others when she was younger Rekka withdrew farther into herself, taking pains to stay out of other peoples way, and becoming as invisible as possible. On the rare occasion she’s annoyed, or angered she becomes outspoken, letting her opinion be known. Having little social interaction Rekka can be blunt at times, but from listening more than talking Rekka can sometimes give advice that surprise those around her.
Being unnoticed suits Rekka just fine, she hears more than people think. Knows more than people would guess, and thinks more than people will ever know. Saying little has served Rekka’s perfectly drawing even less attention. Her mind is sharp, her ears and eyes keen, and as such she’s managed to keep a step ahead of the others. A determined woman Rekka is hardly ever deterred once she places a goal, she’ll reach her goal or she’ll try again and again until she succeeds.
When working Rekka can sometimes forget who, and where she is, leaving the world behind in favor of mastering the task at hand. On occasion this has resulted in disastrous effects when she is startled out of her concentration usually hurting herself, or destroying all the work she’d just done. Stubborn and a never give up sort of girl Rekka always does her task again until she is satisfied with what she’s done.
Though Rekka isn’t exceptionally strong of body, or overly outgoing but she does have a strong heart. On the rare occasion you catch her not working she is more likely to be spending precious moments with the runner beasts. Never having killed anything that wasn’t made for food Rekka appreciates all life, but as with all tasks she does what has to be done. Having been bullied herself Rekka recognizes it for what it was; Rekka would never bully anyone on that rare chance that she’ll be social with someone. However she does have guts enough to know how to take care of herself against any more unwanted attention by her peers.
Hobbies/Skills: Efficient at sewing (Mending cloths), cooking, cleaning, and every other ordinary task beset in the lower caverns. Rarely will you find her being idle, seeing all the menial tasks as hobbies to be mastered.
Pets: None
History:
Born, raised, and content to stay in Ponaa weyr Rekka plans to live in the weyr the rest of her life. She has no dreams of leaving the weyr, or of exploring, keeping her dreams as simple as possible and within her easy reach. Her mother a drudge of the lower caverns, her father a brown rider that hadn't expected a child of their one night together neither took the time to get to know their child or spend even a little amount of time with her, not that Rekka minded. As a baby Rekka was a quiet babe, not one to cry or make much fuss unless she was in dire need of something which was hardly often. While the other babes were crying she was quietly doing her own thing. Whether it be watching them make a fuss, eating and enjoying her attention, or playing on a rug by herself. She was making sounds close to words before she could even walk upright.
Rekka as a toddler was far more trouble, she was always under the feet of the women in the lower caverns asking them questions, demanding details of the smallest and simplest task. While the other toddlers were playing games and making jokes Rekka was, what she thought, helping the women of the lower caverns with their duties. Though, she more often was in the way and making messes than really being of any help. As a result she learned quickly to clean up her mistakes and do it again until she got it right. With her try, try harder, and get it right attitude Rekka never gave up on any task.
As she progressed older Rekka easily took on duties that the others her age tried their best to avoid, leaving their chores for someone else to do, preferring to spend their time playing and making trouble. From chores to actual tasks that were necessary to the weyr, Rekka did them all, without a flinch or whimper but a determined glint in her eye and a tightened lip. The others her age, noticing her behavior decided that if she so enjoyed doing the tasks they did not, then when they were punished they tried to force her into doing their punishment.
Weaker than them, and outnumbered Rekka had frowned at them and told them without batting an eye that their punishment would be done by themselves, and that Rekka herself was not doing it for them, she after all had far more important things to do. Though she did suffer a few bruises, in the end it was the others who paid the highest. When they finally grew into proper women of the lower caverns Rekka was already leaps and steps ahead of them, knowing the quickest, most efficient way to get things done. Not long after her entanglement with the others her age, her mother died. She’d become ill and nothing done had seemed to help much, she’d passed away and Rekka had felt the loss even though she had not really known her mother.
Rekka never one to sulk for long, had quickly moved on with her life. Dying was just another part of life after all, and wasn’t something you could escape. Rekka may never regret anything she’s ever done, but she has regretted things she has never done. Knowing her mother was one of them, and though Rekka won’t even admit it to herself, she wishes she were sometimes more like the others her age. Only one time did Rekka ever try to be someone other than herself, dressing nicely once for a change, and taking pains with her hair. Rekka never ever spoke of what happened that day, preferring to pretend that it hadn’t happened, being humiliated had been enough for her to never try again.
She had come out with her nice dress on, the other girls in her group seeing her had asked her what she was supposed to look like. They all laughed as they had compared her to the backside of a runner beast. She hadn't seen the humor in it. She'd gone back and changed to her normal clothes, and taken out her hair and messed it up on purpose, retreating into the storage caves for the rest of the day. She hadn't even eaten that day, which the next day caused her to be famished, she'd been too busy that day to even make another attempt at it again. In the end, this is the one thing she's ever given up on.
Now the head woman has died unexpectedly, leaving the women of the lower caverns at a loss. The new weyr woman appoints all Head woman; it’s only a matter of time before one is chosen. But since she’s been busy things have piled up and Rekka finds herself in an unexpected position...
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Email: bilepitkit@yahoo.com
Character
Name: Rekka
Rank: Headwoman
Gender: Female
Age: 27
Origin: Ponna Weyr
Appearance:
Average, the one word that Rekka knew described her best. Not standing any taller than most woman, yet not shorter either. She fit right in the middle of a crowd. Her hair a very dark brown, almost black was long reaching near her elbows. Only in the sunlight did the true nature of her hair reveal itself as brown, she often ties it back out of her way not bothering with fancying herself, or making any effort to her appearance her hair often frizzes just slightly, and if asked Rekka would tell you it frizzed just that little bit to annoy her.
Her eyes an ordinary brown all be it, a very dark nearly black brown matched her hair perfectly completing her ‘average’ appearance. Wearing clothes she’d made herself Rekka has no special clothes to really speak of, nothing with intricate designs, or fancy beads on any clothes that she wore. She wore no rings, or bracelets. In Rekka’s eyes they merely got in the way of all the work she did. Her clothes not to baggy, not to tight fit her not revealing or hiding her slimly built figure.
Not weighing much, Rekka admitted she wasn’t fat, but neither was she very skinny. Completing her normal look was no scars, no tattoos, her skin was not very dark or very light, though she was fair skinned. Her hands held the calluses of her constant work. Over all Rekka knew she wasn’t anything special, and in fact didn’t pursue to make herself anything special, instead trying to be as unnoticeable as possible to anyone. Being so unnoticeable over the years has helped Rekka in ways, her keen eyes always watching the others around her, and her good ears always listening.
Family:
Mother – Kaitlyn – Deceased
Though Rekka never really knew her mother, she still felt saddened that she had died. Perhaps it was the feeling that she and her mother could have become close, but never had a chance that truly saddened her.
Father – S’yul – 53 turns
Well retired, a blue rider S’yul or Silyulrian has never spent a day with his daughter. In fact he seems to never notice her even when they’re in the same room. When forced to interact with her, he treats her like just another woman of the lower caverns. Rekka even has the sneaking suspicion he doesn’t know who she is.
Sexual Orientation: Hetero Sexual
Personality:
Preferring to keep to herself Rekka, not well liked by the other lower cavern women, has spent most of her life doing most everything alone. After a spat with the others when she was younger Rekka withdrew farther into herself, taking pains to stay out of other peoples way, and becoming as invisible as possible. On the rare occasion she’s annoyed, or angered she becomes outspoken, letting her opinion be known. Having little social interaction Rekka can be blunt at times, but from listening more than talking Rekka can sometimes give advice that surprise those around her.
Being unnoticed suits Rekka just fine, she hears more than people think. Knows more than people would guess, and thinks more than people will ever know. Saying little has served Rekka’s perfectly drawing even less attention. Her mind is sharp, her ears and eyes keen, and as such she’s managed to keep a step ahead of the others. A determined woman Rekka is hardly ever deterred once she places a goal, she’ll reach her goal or she’ll try again and again until she succeeds.
When working Rekka can sometimes forget who, and where she is, leaving the world behind in favor of mastering the task at hand. On occasion this has resulted in disastrous effects when she is startled out of her concentration usually hurting herself, or destroying all the work she’d just done. Stubborn and a never give up sort of girl Rekka always does her task again until she is satisfied with what she’s done.
Though Rekka isn’t exceptionally strong of body, or overly outgoing but she does have a strong heart. On the rare occasion you catch her not working she is more likely to be spending precious moments with the runner beasts. Never having killed anything that wasn’t made for food Rekka appreciates all life, but as with all tasks she does what has to be done. Having been bullied herself Rekka recognizes it for what it was; Rekka would never bully anyone on that rare chance that she’ll be social with someone. However she does have guts enough to know how to take care of herself against any more unwanted attention by her peers.
Hobbies/Skills: Efficient at sewing (Mending cloths), cooking, cleaning, and every other ordinary task beset in the lower caverns. Rarely will you find her being idle, seeing all the menial tasks as hobbies to be mastered.
Pets: None
History:
Born, raised, and content to stay in Ponaa weyr Rekka plans to live in the weyr the rest of her life. She has no dreams of leaving the weyr, or of exploring, keeping her dreams as simple as possible and within her easy reach. Her mother a drudge of the lower caverns, her father a brown rider that hadn't expected a child of their one night together neither took the time to get to know their child or spend even a little amount of time with her, not that Rekka minded. As a baby Rekka was a quiet babe, not one to cry or make much fuss unless she was in dire need of something which was hardly often. While the other babes were crying she was quietly doing her own thing. Whether it be watching them make a fuss, eating and enjoying her attention, or playing on a rug by herself. She was making sounds close to words before she could even walk upright.
Rekka as a toddler was far more trouble, she was always under the feet of the women in the lower caverns asking them questions, demanding details of the smallest and simplest task. While the other toddlers were playing games and making jokes Rekka was, what she thought, helping the women of the lower caverns with their duties. Though, she more often was in the way and making messes than really being of any help. As a result she learned quickly to clean up her mistakes and do it again until she got it right. With her try, try harder, and get it right attitude Rekka never gave up on any task.
As she progressed older Rekka easily took on duties that the others her age tried their best to avoid, leaving their chores for someone else to do, preferring to spend their time playing and making trouble. From chores to actual tasks that were necessary to the weyr, Rekka did them all, without a flinch or whimper but a determined glint in her eye and a tightened lip. The others her age, noticing her behavior decided that if she so enjoyed doing the tasks they did not, then when they were punished they tried to force her into doing their punishment.
Weaker than them, and outnumbered Rekka had frowned at them and told them without batting an eye that their punishment would be done by themselves, and that Rekka herself was not doing it for them, she after all had far more important things to do. Though she did suffer a few bruises, in the end it was the others who paid the highest. When they finally grew into proper women of the lower caverns Rekka was already leaps and steps ahead of them, knowing the quickest, most efficient way to get things done. Not long after her entanglement with the others her age, her mother died. She’d become ill and nothing done had seemed to help much, she’d passed away and Rekka had felt the loss even though she had not really known her mother.
Rekka never one to sulk for long, had quickly moved on with her life. Dying was just another part of life after all, and wasn’t something you could escape. Rekka may never regret anything she’s ever done, but she has regretted things she has never done. Knowing her mother was one of them, and though Rekka won’t even admit it to herself, she wishes she were sometimes more like the others her age. Only one time did Rekka ever try to be someone other than herself, dressing nicely once for a change, and taking pains with her hair. Rekka never ever spoke of what happened that day, preferring to pretend that it hadn’t happened, being humiliated had been enough for her to never try again.
She had come out with her nice dress on, the other girls in her group seeing her had asked her what she was supposed to look like. They all laughed as they had compared her to the backside of a runner beast. She hadn't seen the humor in it. She'd gone back and changed to her normal clothes, and taken out her hair and messed it up on purpose, retreating into the storage caves for the rest of the day. She hadn't even eaten that day, which the next day caused her to be famished, she'd been too busy that day to even make another attempt at it again. In the end, this is the one thing she's ever given up on.
Now the head woman has died unexpectedly, leaving the women of the lower caverns at a loss. The new weyr woman appoints all Head woman; it’s only a matter of time before one is chosen. But since she’s been busy things have piled up and Rekka finds herself in an unexpected position...
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