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Post by dragonmage on Mar 21, 2009 20:25:23 GMT -6
Pending
Approved Nocia
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Post by dragonmage on Mar 21, 2009 20:39:15 GMT -6
Status: Accepted
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Name: Nocia
Rank: Candidate
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Sexual Preference: Bisexual
Wing: N/A
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Appearance: Nocia is about five feet, five inches tall and average weight for her height. She has rounded hazel eyes and light brown hair cut to about chin length. This can make her look younger than she actually is and irritates her immensely. Her somewhat fair skin tans, but then burns. Nocia is fit but not overly athletic. She is left-handed and has a small scar on her right palm where the shears glanced off her hand when she was distracted while helping harvest the wool. There is also a rather large scar on her left knee from the fight.
As for clothing, she usually wears a blue or green set of tunic and pants, fitted loosely, but not baggy. Most of her fashion sense is based on what doesn't itch because her skin is very sensitive. She can't wear wool next to her skin because she goes crazy with itching.
Personality: Nocia is shy and quiet. She takes insults very hard and they can lead her onto a downward spiral of self-examination. She loves to read and can often be found in a records room sitting and reading something. If someone wants to make friends with her, they have to make the first move. Weaving and other kinds of working with thread are other favorite pastimes. She has sold many of her weavings, but nothing for a huge amount of Marks, and makes her own clothes now. Her favorite colors are shades of green and blue, but she will use other colors.
She has a complex about boys who are not related to her with black or dark hair because of a fight that happened at a Gather with a boy and his sister when she was six turns old. Nocia is unsure why she was Searched. She really wanted to Impress a dragon but did not feel that she would be right for a strong-willed queen. Nocia deals with responsibility decently, but feared that the pressure involved with a gold would be too much for her. The green that Searched her really appealed to the young woman. Besides that, a piece of jewelry she bought her mother with marks she earned from selling her weavings had a green gemstone and her mother loved it.
As a Hold-bred, Nocia is pretty uncomfortable with the war in general, but thinks that the Northern Weyr is right to allow females on fighting dragons. After all, the dragon chooses the rider, not the other way around. She is a bit intimidated by the idea of fighting as a dragonrider, but if she Impresses, she wil learn to dea with it, if never be as comfortable with fighting as a Weyr-bred person in general.
History: Nocia is holdbred from a small hold near a much larger hold. As a little girl, she would help her mother by cleaning the wool from the few ovines their family kept. Her relationship with her father is friendly, but distant since he was usually out taking care of the ovines with a working canine. One of her brothers is older and has married and is in his own hold while the younger two help with the ovines.
She was about ten turns when she was at a Gather and another girl of about nine turns damaged one of her weavings and refused to pay what it was worth. The other girl got her brother into a fight with Nocia, and Nocia lost. She didn't tell her parents about this because she'd been told not to get the other girl angry. Nocia told her parents that she fell down. This incident made her even more withdrawn than she had been.
In the six turns since that Gather, she had become good at weaving for an amateur and has avoided boys in general but boys with black or very dark brown hair the most because that was what the one that beat her up looked like. Her siblings however, even if they have dark hair, like her oldest brother, don't trigger the same panic.
-Parents: Mother: Nalcha, 56, minor holder’s wife
Father: Adhon, 48, minor holder
-Siblings: Dentinir, 24, minor holder; Aleniss, 14, minor holder’s son; Tyach, 8, minor holder’s son
-Firelizards: None
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