Post by phlysolo on Feb 7, 2009 15:55:59 GMT -5
Name: Jolyesos, Jo for short
Age: 41
Rank: Master Healer of Severe Trauma
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Appearance:
More mature now than before in her Turns, Jolyesos still retains all of the vigor and energy she had as a much younger youth. Her body is slim and lightly muscled, allowing others to perceive her as a woman who is both athletic and stronger than she may outwardly seem because of her transition from adolescent into adult. Her vitality is visible over every inch of her body and despite the fact that she's lived a hard life; she has no wrinkles, no scars on her body, or any other physical blemishes that may mar her body's attractiveness. However, with the stress she has endured over the past couple of Turns, Jo is starting to shows signs of age by slight crow's feet on the edges of her brown, almond shaped eyes that grow subtly deeper as the Turns go by. At least she hasn't yet obtained the tell-tale wrinkles and loosened skin around the neck that would suggest her age if she was much older, but as her mother and grandmother both aged with these features, it is not long in coming that Jolyesos will grow them as well. Aside from the gentle little crinkles here and there along her eyes, nose, and mouth she still looks fairly young, not weathered or wind-beaten like some old elder dragonrider or Healer. Indeed, even her short cut brown hair looks well-kept and in place for most of the time. Her face and body have their youthful curves and creamy, delicate skin. Indeed, the woman's age is most profoundly identified not by the matured and firmly shaped jawline she has as stress has matured her, but by her saddened, even mournful, gaze. Her eyes, though quick to light up in a laugh, crinkle with a smile, narrow with a sneer, seem to have a deadened aspect to them that seems almost uncharacteristic of her. They come alive only briefly, masked by other emotions, but in her most unguarded and relaxed position, she gives off a tired, unhappy air that, even to the most cheerful, is a tad bit unsettling.
Her form is long, though not quite lanky. Standing at an impressive six foot one inch for a female of her species, she does have a slight bit of height that other women might not, though it perhaps isn't all that difficult for her to find women of similar growth. Her womanly body parts are still quite firm, although had she not been a Healer and her body demanded to keep its strength, she might surely be more voluptuous. Indeed when she retires, she will most certainly become plump. Adorning this feminine body are clothes made for style, rather than than for the lifestyle of a Healer. Perhaps she has gotten a bit used to her position in spite of herself and does prefer to order her clothes to be made out of the finest materials available to the Healers of Pern. Now, she is having some trouble adjusting to a lifestyle of wants and needs, no grays in between. Jo generally prefers to wear skirts or frocks over trousers, but as a Healer the latter is generally more acceptable and, with the particulars of her job being as bloody and active it's almost impossible. As for color coordination, Jo has really no sense of style at all. Anything that even semi-matches to any other article of clothing she puts on would be something to congratulate the woman for. Still, the Healer does prefer to wear bright colors rather than ones which are darker, though nothing too flamboyant. She's always had a distaste for male greenriders who dress with more extravagant colors than she, anyway.
Personality:
For someone with the rank and authority as a Master Healer, Jo is actually rather quiet and reserved. Rarely does she raise her voice in anger, concern, or any other tones that would denote intense emotion. She isn't the dull and boring type, but she is rarely involved in any situations of intense emotion, like arguments or joyous reunions. However, that doesn't mean she doesn't laugh or the like, it just takes her far longer to get worked up about anything than most people. When she does exhibit emotions that range on the 'extreme' side, one had better take pride in the joke they just told or go running off in the opposite direction in fear of her wrath. After all, she does feel things, shes just got her heart tucked away a little deeper than most people.
Indeed, she might be reserved, but that doesn't mean she lacks the qualities that she needs to fulfill her role as a Master of the Healers. Jolyesos is very direct and candid with most individuals whom she relies on in the upper ranks of the Craft and those who have rank in the Weyr. She might be quiet and speak lightly to those around her, but she reeves up in times of need. Jo speaks frankly, honestly, and with an air that demands complete compliance with her decisions regarding her home base. Of course, as tradition implies, she may yield to the Master of the Healers about circumstances that lie outside of the area of her expertise, but she can and will stand against them if she feels that her thoughts on the matter are needed. It is in doing her duties to her Craft that she finds herself in the situations it takes for her to get riled up. Because she cares so much for those whom she care for and the places she serves, she's incredibly loyal and often puts her job and those in her care before her own health and safety. If her people are starving or are in need of something that she herself cannot provide or needs help to acquire and those around her are not helping, then woe are they! When it comes to whatever it is that she happens to be running or in control of, Jo wants to see results and wants them fast. No task, she feels, should take too long or accomplish too much when it comes to the safety and health of those she is responsible for.
And because she has the highest rank in her area of knowledge, she feels personally responsible for every single soul comes to her and her journeymen with violent and terrible injuries. Though it may appear to those who don't know the often quiet and seemingly docile Healer that she doesn't really care for anyone but herself, that just really isn't the case. Jolyesos is actually extremely compassionate and has been since she was a young child. Often, and usually in regards to her patents and those younger than her around them, Jol is extremely motherly. Sometimes, though Jo isn't often in close contact with those who aren't grotesquely injured, her motherly aura extends to those young charges who probably do need some motherly attention from time to time. She actually fusses over those whom she sees are ill or seriously injured, but aren't necessarily bad off enough to be seen by her. Indeed, it is because of her nature to see to the well-being of her 'charges' that she often is pulled out of her reserved shell so that she can tend to them properly.
With her 'everyone must be taken care of' attitude, Jo does find herself rather stressed out from time to time. In trying to assure the best possible lifestyles for those who are in her care or who are ready to leave her Infirmary, she often neglects herself. Luckily, she does have friends who just might be kind and caring enough to gently poke her into sleeping or remind her that because she lacks a miner's tool box, she can't fix all of the problems those who are brutally injured enough to require her expertise. While she dotes love and affection onto her lovers if they please her, Jolyesos is far from codependent. After all, she's got her patients to look after and a whole section of Craft to oversee, she reasons with herself, though if one were to delve much deeper, they'd see that her excuse is mighty weak. Jo finds that she can't really find herself truly depending on a single other being for her happiness because she's seen those she loves get rather brutally ripped away from her. Death is something she fears rather constantly and its presence is quite firm at the back of her mind. With the dark embrace hovering so close over her head and over those whom she might find that she cares for, Jo can't really attach herself to one person very easily. Her fear makes her angry and her anger makes her lash out at those whom her heart is with. More often than not, Jo finds herself pushing more lovers away than pulling them to her.
History:
Jolyesos was born and raised in a small cothold established several Turns after the fleeing South. Everyone was a Healer, though no one actually had any formal training or anything else of the sort. People were midwives, were knowledgeable about infectious diseases, knew about how to stop blood flow quickly. Each and every skill was vital to the survival of everyone else and to the continuation of their small home. By the time Jo was born, the small Hold had become beHolden to the Hall of Healers itself when it was established.
As such, Jo grew up learning the ins and outs of a Craft founded on knowledge and science. She learned the Craft at the knee of some of the most ingenious Healers of the time. There were new ways to battle Threadscore in humans and dragons, new advances in surgery techniques. Healing was booming, but students were not. While Jo did have contact with dragonriders, she never really flocked to the idea that she herself could be a fighter in the war against 'New Thread.'
Instead of taking up the offers that poured into the Weyr for Candidates and the fact that she had been Searched at twelve, she chose a different path. Like her mother, her father, everyone she knew for that matter, she wanted to take up healing. While dragonhealing was a popular sub-Craft for the Healer Hall, Jo wasn't as interested in the protectors of the planet, but more for those who rode the dragons themselves. Instead, she was tapped as an Apprentice Healer sometime after she declined the offer to journey to the some of the newly founded WeyrHolds that still housed golds.
Instead of learning about dragons and preparing for Impression, Jo learned everything she could as an Apprentice of the Healer Craft. She learned the difference between the flu and the black death. She learned how to find the best ways to find the veins of those with even the thinnest and most rolly veins. She learned the different ways to mix up the proper amounts of numbweed, felis, and other Pernese medical herbs together for particular purposes of rendering someone unconscious, tanking away their belly ache, or numbing an area for surgery.
Jo was good at it, she discovered as she grew in her Craft. She also had one of the strongest stomachs of the bunch. While some of her classmates gagged, vomited, and fainted at the sight of surgically removing living Thread from the torsos of some victims, Jo was able to watch perfectly calm, perfectly at ease, taking notes on how to properly disinfect the area she would be cutting open, which tools to use, what the correct about of numbing medication would be for a wound of a particular size, etc.
The young woman was taken under by the Master of Traumatic Wounds, shown more exact ways to perform certain tasks, how to identify the causes and ways to stop some types of internal bleeding and...when stopping it would be impossible. Under his tutelage, she learned which parts of the body could be removed while ensuring the continued living of the subject. Jo learned just how delicate the human brain was and that brain trauma was almost always fatal.
Sometime after her twenty-first Turn, she walked the tables as a Journeywoman to the "sub-Craft" of Severe Trauma. From there, she began assisting on operations rather than sitting by and taking notes. She helped her Master diagnose certain injuries and write up records of the injuries themselves of certain patients and then adding onto them during states of their treatment or the day and cause of their death. It was during this stage of her training that she learned that she could not be personal with those whom she was treating.
In one incident which still haunts her to this very day that she promised one wife whose husband had been brutally stabbed multiple times during a duel that he'd be just fine after surgery was over. The wife, reassured by the woman Healer, resigned to waiting while Jo and her Master worked desperately on the man. He was losing too much blood and they couldn't stop it. His entrails were too mangled and they couldn't but them back together. Finally, well into the night, the Holder died. When her Master found out the promise Jolyesos had made to the Holder's wife, he punished her for her folly, for her ignorance, for the promise she couldn't keep by sending Jo herself to deliver the bad news. She learned that day that there were no promises that she could keep and she was better off not making them.
She saw many people die, she saw the effects of death, but as the Turns went by, she found herself hardening, her emotions tightening. Jo could feel herself detaching from the rest of the rest of Pern and she suddenly understood why the Masters who trained the up and coming Healers were so hard...so old. In spite of herself, she could feel herself becoming like them. Human life was so frail, so fragile and the sheer humanity all around her was so intense that she had no other option than to block it all out.
Jo's expertise got more precise. She began learning more of the most intricate techniques of her Craft. Slowly, she began surpassing some of those whom she worked closely with. Her skills refined and she was slowly being weened to work on her own, to take on a junior journeyman as a surgical partner rather than being overseen herself, to give lectures to the apprentices in the steads of older Masters who just...didn't have the energy to do it anymore.
In spite of this, she was shocked by her rather sudden promotion to Master. After her promotion ceremony, her tutor, her Master, the man who was more of a father to her than her own sire, was retiring far away from the Healer Hall. He was growing too old to perform his duties and it was time for new blood to take over the position as Master of Trauma. She would not continue her practice at the Hall, however. It was the newly founded Nyocia Weyr farther South than the Healer Hall that would need her the most. Threadscore was becoming more prominent and she was one of the best hands at treating severe cases of Threadscoring without losing her patient.
She accepted and on the back of a bronze, she was moved from her home to the Weyr to the budding, growing Weyr. She learned of the new dragon colors, watched the Impression of the new gold daughter. Felt the effects of lust from the great Flights of the violet queens. Slowly, she felt home again. Slowly, she stepped into her role as Master at Nyocia Weyr.
Pets: N/A
Other: Like any Healer, she knows almost about general medicine as well as her main focus of expertise. She can diagnose the small stuff just as easily as she can find the best way to treat an extensive injury. I created her for the purpose of the plot as Ame hasn't been around much (although, I don't have much room to speak) so the whole brownrider showing up at the Weyr thing would be more of Jo's specialty anyways in lo of Nix. She could be a back up to Ame's Healer character or a stand-alone who does a lot with those who are Threadscored or are suffering some other form of severe injury that someone who doesn't specialize in anything more than "general practice" would be able to handle.
Age: 41
Rank: Master Healer of Severe Trauma
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Appearance:
More mature now than before in her Turns, Jolyesos still retains all of the vigor and energy she had as a much younger youth. Her body is slim and lightly muscled, allowing others to perceive her as a woman who is both athletic and stronger than she may outwardly seem because of her transition from adolescent into adult. Her vitality is visible over every inch of her body and despite the fact that she's lived a hard life; she has no wrinkles, no scars on her body, or any other physical blemishes that may mar her body's attractiveness. However, with the stress she has endured over the past couple of Turns, Jo is starting to shows signs of age by slight crow's feet on the edges of her brown, almond shaped eyes that grow subtly deeper as the Turns go by. At least she hasn't yet obtained the tell-tale wrinkles and loosened skin around the neck that would suggest her age if she was much older, but as her mother and grandmother both aged with these features, it is not long in coming that Jolyesos will grow them as well. Aside from the gentle little crinkles here and there along her eyes, nose, and mouth she still looks fairly young, not weathered or wind-beaten like some old elder dragonrider or Healer. Indeed, even her short cut brown hair looks well-kept and in place for most of the time. Her face and body have their youthful curves and creamy, delicate skin. Indeed, the woman's age is most profoundly identified not by the matured and firmly shaped jawline she has as stress has matured her, but by her saddened, even mournful, gaze. Her eyes, though quick to light up in a laugh, crinkle with a smile, narrow with a sneer, seem to have a deadened aspect to them that seems almost uncharacteristic of her. They come alive only briefly, masked by other emotions, but in her most unguarded and relaxed position, she gives off a tired, unhappy air that, even to the most cheerful, is a tad bit unsettling.
Her form is long, though not quite lanky. Standing at an impressive six foot one inch for a female of her species, she does have a slight bit of height that other women might not, though it perhaps isn't all that difficult for her to find women of similar growth. Her womanly body parts are still quite firm, although had she not been a Healer and her body demanded to keep its strength, she might surely be more voluptuous. Indeed when she retires, she will most certainly become plump. Adorning this feminine body are clothes made for style, rather than than for the lifestyle of a Healer. Perhaps she has gotten a bit used to her position in spite of herself and does prefer to order her clothes to be made out of the finest materials available to the Healers of Pern. Now, she is having some trouble adjusting to a lifestyle of wants and needs, no grays in between. Jo generally prefers to wear skirts or frocks over trousers, but as a Healer the latter is generally more acceptable and, with the particulars of her job being as bloody and active it's almost impossible. As for color coordination, Jo has really no sense of style at all. Anything that even semi-matches to any other article of clothing she puts on would be something to congratulate the woman for. Still, the Healer does prefer to wear bright colors rather than ones which are darker, though nothing too flamboyant. She's always had a distaste for male greenriders who dress with more extravagant colors than she, anyway.
Personality:
For someone with the rank and authority as a Master Healer, Jo is actually rather quiet and reserved. Rarely does she raise her voice in anger, concern, or any other tones that would denote intense emotion. She isn't the dull and boring type, but she is rarely involved in any situations of intense emotion, like arguments or joyous reunions. However, that doesn't mean she doesn't laugh or the like, it just takes her far longer to get worked up about anything than most people. When she does exhibit emotions that range on the 'extreme' side, one had better take pride in the joke they just told or go running off in the opposite direction in fear of her wrath. After all, she does feel things, shes just got her heart tucked away a little deeper than most people.
Indeed, she might be reserved, but that doesn't mean she lacks the qualities that she needs to fulfill her role as a Master of the Healers. Jolyesos is very direct and candid with most individuals whom she relies on in the upper ranks of the Craft and those who have rank in the Weyr. She might be quiet and speak lightly to those around her, but she reeves up in times of need. Jo speaks frankly, honestly, and with an air that demands complete compliance with her decisions regarding her home base. Of course, as tradition implies, she may yield to the Master of the Healers about circumstances that lie outside of the area of her expertise, but she can and will stand against them if she feels that her thoughts on the matter are needed. It is in doing her duties to her Craft that she finds herself in the situations it takes for her to get riled up. Because she cares so much for those whom she care for and the places she serves, she's incredibly loyal and often puts her job and those in her care before her own health and safety. If her people are starving or are in need of something that she herself cannot provide or needs help to acquire and those around her are not helping, then woe are they! When it comes to whatever it is that she happens to be running or in control of, Jo wants to see results and wants them fast. No task, she feels, should take too long or accomplish too much when it comes to the safety and health of those she is responsible for.
And because she has the highest rank in her area of knowledge, she feels personally responsible for every single soul comes to her and her journeymen with violent and terrible injuries. Though it may appear to those who don't know the often quiet and seemingly docile Healer that she doesn't really care for anyone but herself, that just really isn't the case. Jolyesos is actually extremely compassionate and has been since she was a young child. Often, and usually in regards to her patents and those younger than her around them, Jol is extremely motherly. Sometimes, though Jo isn't often in close contact with those who aren't grotesquely injured, her motherly aura extends to those young charges who probably do need some motherly attention from time to time. She actually fusses over those whom she sees are ill or seriously injured, but aren't necessarily bad off enough to be seen by her. Indeed, it is because of her nature to see to the well-being of her 'charges' that she often is pulled out of her reserved shell so that she can tend to them properly.
With her 'everyone must be taken care of' attitude, Jo does find herself rather stressed out from time to time. In trying to assure the best possible lifestyles for those who are in her care or who are ready to leave her Infirmary, she often neglects herself. Luckily, she does have friends who just might be kind and caring enough to gently poke her into sleeping or remind her that because she lacks a miner's tool box, she can't fix all of the problems those who are brutally injured enough to require her expertise. While she dotes love and affection onto her lovers if they please her, Jolyesos is far from codependent. After all, she's got her patients to look after and a whole section of Craft to oversee, she reasons with herself, though if one were to delve much deeper, they'd see that her excuse is mighty weak. Jo finds that she can't really find herself truly depending on a single other being for her happiness because she's seen those she loves get rather brutally ripped away from her. Death is something she fears rather constantly and its presence is quite firm at the back of her mind. With the dark embrace hovering so close over her head and over those whom she might find that she cares for, Jo can't really attach herself to one person very easily. Her fear makes her angry and her anger makes her lash out at those whom her heart is with. More often than not, Jo finds herself pushing more lovers away than pulling them to her.
History:
Jolyesos was born and raised in a small cothold established several Turns after the fleeing South. Everyone was a Healer, though no one actually had any formal training or anything else of the sort. People were midwives, were knowledgeable about infectious diseases, knew about how to stop blood flow quickly. Each and every skill was vital to the survival of everyone else and to the continuation of their small home. By the time Jo was born, the small Hold had become beHolden to the Hall of Healers itself when it was established.
As such, Jo grew up learning the ins and outs of a Craft founded on knowledge and science. She learned the Craft at the knee of some of the most ingenious Healers of the time. There were new ways to battle Threadscore in humans and dragons, new advances in surgery techniques. Healing was booming, but students were not. While Jo did have contact with dragonriders, she never really flocked to the idea that she herself could be a fighter in the war against 'New Thread.'
Instead of taking up the offers that poured into the Weyr for Candidates and the fact that she had been Searched at twelve, she chose a different path. Like her mother, her father, everyone she knew for that matter, she wanted to take up healing. While dragonhealing was a popular sub-Craft for the Healer Hall, Jo wasn't as interested in the protectors of the planet, but more for those who rode the dragons themselves. Instead, she was tapped as an Apprentice Healer sometime after she declined the offer to journey to the some of the newly founded WeyrHolds that still housed golds.
Instead of learning about dragons and preparing for Impression, Jo learned everything she could as an Apprentice of the Healer Craft. She learned the difference between the flu and the black death. She learned how to find the best ways to find the veins of those with even the thinnest and most rolly veins. She learned the different ways to mix up the proper amounts of numbweed, felis, and other Pernese medical herbs together for particular purposes of rendering someone unconscious, tanking away their belly ache, or numbing an area for surgery.
Jo was good at it, she discovered as she grew in her Craft. She also had one of the strongest stomachs of the bunch. While some of her classmates gagged, vomited, and fainted at the sight of surgically removing living Thread from the torsos of some victims, Jo was able to watch perfectly calm, perfectly at ease, taking notes on how to properly disinfect the area she would be cutting open, which tools to use, what the correct about of numbing medication would be for a wound of a particular size, etc.
The young woman was taken under by the Master of Traumatic Wounds, shown more exact ways to perform certain tasks, how to identify the causes and ways to stop some types of internal bleeding and...when stopping it would be impossible. Under his tutelage, she learned which parts of the body could be removed while ensuring the continued living of the subject. Jo learned just how delicate the human brain was and that brain trauma was almost always fatal.
Sometime after her twenty-first Turn, she walked the tables as a Journeywoman to the "sub-Craft" of Severe Trauma. From there, she began assisting on operations rather than sitting by and taking notes. She helped her Master diagnose certain injuries and write up records of the injuries themselves of certain patients and then adding onto them during states of their treatment or the day and cause of their death. It was during this stage of her training that she learned that she could not be personal with those whom she was treating.
In one incident which still haunts her to this very day that she promised one wife whose husband had been brutally stabbed multiple times during a duel that he'd be just fine after surgery was over. The wife, reassured by the woman Healer, resigned to waiting while Jo and her Master worked desperately on the man. He was losing too much blood and they couldn't stop it. His entrails were too mangled and they couldn't but them back together. Finally, well into the night, the Holder died. When her Master found out the promise Jolyesos had made to the Holder's wife, he punished her for her folly, for her ignorance, for the promise she couldn't keep by sending Jo herself to deliver the bad news. She learned that day that there were no promises that she could keep and she was better off not making them.
She saw many people die, she saw the effects of death, but as the Turns went by, she found herself hardening, her emotions tightening. Jo could feel herself detaching from the rest of the rest of Pern and she suddenly understood why the Masters who trained the up and coming Healers were so hard...so old. In spite of herself, she could feel herself becoming like them. Human life was so frail, so fragile and the sheer humanity all around her was so intense that she had no other option than to block it all out.
Jo's expertise got more precise. She began learning more of the most intricate techniques of her Craft. Slowly, she began surpassing some of those whom she worked closely with. Her skills refined and she was slowly being weened to work on her own, to take on a junior journeyman as a surgical partner rather than being overseen herself, to give lectures to the apprentices in the steads of older Masters who just...didn't have the energy to do it anymore.
In spite of this, she was shocked by her rather sudden promotion to Master. After her promotion ceremony, her tutor, her Master, the man who was more of a father to her than her own sire, was retiring far away from the Healer Hall. He was growing too old to perform his duties and it was time for new blood to take over the position as Master of Trauma. She would not continue her practice at the Hall, however. It was the newly founded Nyocia Weyr farther South than the Healer Hall that would need her the most. Threadscore was becoming more prominent and she was one of the best hands at treating severe cases of Threadscoring without losing her patient.
She accepted and on the back of a bronze, she was moved from her home to the Weyr to the budding, growing Weyr. She learned of the new dragon colors, watched the Impression of the new gold daughter. Felt the effects of lust from the great Flights of the violet queens. Slowly, she felt home again. Slowly, she stepped into her role as Master at Nyocia Weyr.
Pets: N/A
Other: Like any Healer, she knows almost about general medicine as well as her main focus of expertise. She can diagnose the small stuff just as easily as she can find the best way to treat an extensive injury. I created her for the purpose of the plot as Ame hasn't been around much (although, I don't have much room to speak) so the whole brownrider showing up at the Weyr thing would be more of Jo's specialty anyways in lo of Nix. She could be a back up to Ame's Healer character or a stand-alone who does a lot with those who are Threadscored or are suffering some other form of severe injury that someone who doesn't specialize in anything more than "general practice" would be able to handle.
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