Weyrling Xasia on Gold Shimreth

Player: Katt

Name: Xasia
Age: 20, 11.27
Rank: Weyrling, Apprentice Dragonhealer

Description: Standing in at an Earthan 5'10', Xasia is easily classified as tall. She's also lean as can be. Promenant hips and a well formed torso give her a defined hourglass shape with barely weighing in at 110 pounds. She's a dark beauty. An Earthan equivalent would be an Asian woman who's parentage was one quarter African, one quarter European, and the other half Japanese. She has skin almost a cream klah color with hair darker than klah could ever be. It's completly straight, thick and hangs down to her knees unbraided. Her eyes portray the Asian slant and are as dark as her hair. When angry, the dark brown of her eyes almost appear to change to the same black as her pupils. She's a vain woman so her very being is well groomed an immaculate. She typically wears long-sleeved white shirts with cuffs that flare and what ever pants are clean and pressed. Her only scars are on the inside of her right arm where a bad encounter with a mate broke the arm needing surgery to set properly.

Personality: Vanity in her beauty gives Xasia the appearance of a snob or stuck up Holder girl. But she'd rather not be. True she keeps her appearance and self in perfect order and she loves her looks. But she's lonely at times. She's not a mean person, just sure of what she wants and how to get there once she's made plans. She doesn't know where she's going in her life yet but she's determined to be better than her mother ever was and willing to do just about anything to get there. She's never had true friends so she doesn't know how far she'll go for them or what she might do to them if they get in the way of her plans. Though she's strong enough to persevere on her own and flourish, the lonelier she gets the more maniacal, scheming, and vain she gets.

Gender/preference: Female, Heterosexual

History: Xasia grew up in the Igen Caverns. The massive cave system that is run by the Igen for holdless people ine need of work. She was always working. From the time she could remember. Her mother had long left her in the care of a foster woman in the Caverns. Xasia grew up only knowing she looked like her mother and her father's name.

The foster mother was a good person. She was constantly over burdened with many kids. Xasia was a lot of many which explains her working so young. She, like the other holdless brats, only learned what went on around her. They didn't have time for teaching ballads most days because there was work to be done to bring food in and keep the Lord Holder happy so they wouldn't get kicked out. Xasia knew what it took to get by till she was ten or so.

A lady of a very minor hold was looking for both a worker and a companion to her own daughter. A minor cot hold of ten with only three woman didn't leave alot of time for the daughter. Not to mention there were a good many chores for the women and another hand would be helpful. Eventually she was pointed to Xasia. And thankfully the girls got along real well. The change in life was diffrent. Xasia was shown that work wasn't to just to bring food in. It was supposed to be pleasant, rewarding and preferably enjoyable. Especially when she had a decent roof over her head. She was granted free use of the only bathing pool in the hold and all the woman prided in thier hair. The lady holder taught both girls the finer arts to beauty. She often told them there wasn't a point since they'd be married off to whom ever could support them best. But if you weren't happy in your own self, how can you make everyone else happy around you. She was also taught her reading, writing and aritmatic skills by the two older women. And when a passing harper was through, she eventually learned the majority of her teaching ballads.

There Xasia stayed, working happily, growing into a woman, and loving her life compaired to the cramped livings the Caverns had provided. At 15 though she caught wind of things to come. The cot holder was trying to negotiate her marrage to another holder. And by the sounds of it she was fetching a pretty mark to. It didn't settle with her at all. She loved working on the farm, she loved her new family, but she didn't like the idea of being forced into a marrage. The lady holder was right. There was no point to beauty if you're going to be married off to the first person who could care for you. Tearfully she left a note for her friend and sister for the last five turns and left days before the wedding was set for. She walked. For she knew she could care for herself. She was strong enough to do that. A turn passed, hre vainity grew as she learned how to use it to get marks. Some days sickened the life out of her. Other days she managed to steal the marks she needed to get by without disgracing her self so.

At 16 she managed to wonder into High Reaches Weyr. Strangly enough to the outsider, she was accepted in on the merit of her word that she could work. And she proved it. She started grudery in the kitchens. Then eventually moved to the infirmaries. The natural stink of the sterilized places was a blessing an a half. For there were a number of Weyr workers who had caught wind of her past job and wanted a piece of it. So once the smell of the infirmaries and cleaning agents they used thorough infuzed in her skin, she didn't worry so much about men. It also did nothing to her hair nor most her skin so she was happy doing it.

Just before her 17 birthingday, a bad Fall packed the infirmaries. Not once did she buckle under the pressure as she helped the minor bits she could. The master dragon healer saw her at work as he ran about doing his work. It took turns to build that kind of calm and order in an apprentince that the woman seemed to have naturally. Later he appointed a journeyman over her studies since she was to old to take on as an offical apprentice. She relished the idea and then the studies. It ment a real place in the world. No need to marry off and have kids. She'd be productful and still keep herself as emmaculate as she liked to. Infact the job called for it!

A little over a turn after her studies started, she was transfered. Granted she didn't have the status of more than an apprentice in her healing knowledge. But her natural calm and managment under stress was needed in the apprentices starting out in the New Weyr. When fall came finally to the far south, snow capped mountians, she was there to calm what ever distressed dragons, riders, or flit kind needed it.

Life was uneventful the first turn at Mountian Song. She pushed herself at her studies and quickly caught up to her own age group where she was able to offically take on the apprentice title. She was also put in charge of the Senior apprentice spot which gave her more responsibilities. Not only did she have her own work, but she had to direct the other apprentices when a journeyman wasn't around and help them with thier own studies should they fall behind. But it was good for her. Taught her a little patience and understand to have to work with the other, younger kids. Though they all knew she could lash them good with her tongue if they didn't cooperate and put as much effort into a task as she did. Few liked her, but all respected her fairly well since she didn't sure her smidgen of a rank against them ever.
The turn continued on. By the time she'd been at Mountian Song for a turn and a half, things were changing faster than she expected. First she started getting tidbits of info surrounding the where abouts of her father who'd never been apart of her life. Then in trade for oils, lotions, and helpful healing tips, Xasia traded her services with a weyrling for a flit egg that hatched a hauty little brown she named 'Lord'. Just about the time she started studing for her journeyman testing, a green wher tracks her down and forces impression on her. It took her some several sevendays to name the little girl and a few more weeks to get Troubles trained enough not to follow Xasia's heels at all times dispite the nasty light that kept the green from seeing straight.
To turn her world even more chaotic, she was searched up by the Weyr's most reputable search dragon. And do to her arrogance and a nasty vibe from the Candidate Master, she almost refused to accept. Took the prideful woman a great deal of strength to hold her tongue and compromise the amount of 'chores' she'd do in her time as a 'candidate'. She really didn't want to give up her studies was all. A turn out of studies could be more determental to her plans than anyone could understand.
Xasia never settled well with the girls in the barracks. She was friendly enough but most of them seemed of a diffrent caliber than herself. Not nessicarly were any better or worse than her. Just that she was to diffrent to get along with them. And her only friend she'd made in turns was still completing her own Weyrling Training to spend much time with her.
Right up to the Hatching, the dark woman doubted her every choice. She didn't want to but raced for the hatching grounds with all vigor of a first time candidate. She hated risks and gambling unless it didn't effect the course of her life. And this did. She knew she'd be crushed if she didn't impress. A renewed dream of a child she'd long sqwashed threatened to envelop her. Her heart pounded in her chest but she held herself high. Not wanting anyone to know how weak her mind was at that moment.
Which is probally why after the queen egg hatching and bowled her over, she didn't look back at the young gold. Her heart might have wanted it but her mind wouldn't let her believe it was possible. The hurt of that failure would be enough to crush the arragont girl. She wouldn't be the same if she believed the queen was hers and she failed. And strangely enough, the simple fact the queen strut back up to Xasia as she picked herself off the ground was enough to make the woman's heart break. For a split instant she felt the regret of the lose of her craft and that she ever doubted her candidacy.
Shimreth demanded with all authority her hide protrayed, that Xasia was hers and she was to see to her basic needs. She latched at that moment of weakness in Xasia's mind and humbled the woman. But she herself wasn't certian of anything. The young gold knew right well hers was strong and that she needed it, but like her rider, she couldn't let that be portrayed in the way she presented herself to the world.

 

Pets: 

Lord, brown flit, age 0
This little flit hatched to be a perfect, but haughty, little creature. His body build is almost the perfect match of average and as symmetrical as one can get in the world of genetics. His hide a nutmeg in color and his attitude very much matches his Pet's, if it's not perfect the first time, then something is wrong and it wasn't his fault because anything he does is perfect. Well, a little more extreme than his Pet's but she holds to that to when ever possible.

Name: Troubles
Color: Green
Personaility: Troubles is a dependant little wher. She loves her Pet and won't leave herside even if it means being outside in the sunlight. Which doesn't hurt so bad just makes it hard for her to see to the point she is a bit of a clutz and rather dependant on touching Xasia to know where she's going.
Description: Rather normal looking for a wher. Mild gren grass color for her hide and as ugly looking as most whers come. She's got a few scars already acrossed her shins from walking into things with Xasia since she will leave the sanctity of a dark cavern to be with her Pet.

Crafter: Yes
Craft: Dragonhealer
Craft Rank: Apprentice
Specialties: She joined later in life into her apprenticeship than most so at 19 she's still working on the fundumentals and basics and hasn't set a determined route of healing. But she has an inane ability to calm the lesser color dragons and thier riders down without the aid of a Queen.

Name: Shimreth
Color: Gold
Personality: Shimreth is as every bit a Queen as her hide makes her out to be. She's haughty and demanding. But that's all an exterior because that's what she thinks is expected of her. When she has to be 'put in her place' or finds something out that belittles her, even without anyone saying it, she starts to sulk and behaves like a child who was just repremanded by the parent that never scorns thier children.

Description: Shimreth looks very much like her dame. She's build large but powerfully instead of chubby. She has a sort of grace to her that comes more from personality than from physique. Her hide is mainly an aniqued gold with swirlish patterns of a greeny brass gold down her sides and acrossed her wing sails.