Post by friar on May 22, 2008 17:51:37 GMT -5
First App? Who Referred you:
Archer (I think…)
Name: Velka
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Rank: Journeywoman Beast Crafter
Sexuality: Homosexual
Status: Single
Appearance: When one thinks of a woman, one typically thinks of a flower. Forget that idea. Velka is as strong as iron, and more willful. She stands a pretty solid five foot, nine inches tall, and weighs about ten stone. Her eyes are medium brown, and challenging. Her chin is set stubbornly, and her mouth is a little too wide. She rarely cares about her appearance, which doesn’t matter in her line of work. Her eyebrows are thick, and bushy. Her dark brown hair, bleached to a light shade- in some spots, entirely blonde- is most usually braided tightly behind her head. A square of sun-bleached fabric, folded in half to create a triangle, is tied around her head, over the crown of her skull, and underneath the braid, that captures stray hairs that might work themselves out of the braid. Her slightly sallow, olive-complected skin always has a tinge of bright pink from constant exposure to the sun. Her face, especially around the T-zone and along her hairline, bears the scars of bad acne. She wears thick, protective boots of undyed leather, coming up to almost her knees, and the tops are turned down. Her trousers are made of thick, coarse cloth, as is her vest. Her vest buttons, and fits snug enough to keep her from bobbling too terribly much. Often, she forgoes any other clothing on her torso. She also wears gloves, to protect her hands from the wear and tear of a herder’s life.
Personality: A firm hand on the reins, Velka isn’t much for mushy-ness. She breaks runners, doesn’t coddle them one fraction of a step at a time. A good rider, she reads people just like the runners she spends all day with. While not great at labeling specific emotions, Velka learned long ago to back off when a critter couldn’t handle it any more. She is blunt in her speech, almost to the point of rudeness. Many find her no-nonsense demeanor abrasive, and her unlikeable.
Her speech reflects her coarse beginnings- she’s a mouth that’d make a Pernese seaman proud, and uses all manner of improper grammar. Rough beginnings could also be to blame for her brawler’s streak. Once she gets some wine- or better yet, the new beer- in her system, she’ll brawl for any reason whatsoever.
History:
Velka was born to a Journeywoman Harper and Master Weaver, both posted to the furthest, most distant and forgotten Hold their CraftMasters could find for them. Disliked and mistrusted because of their taboo relationship, they were banished. For, after all, Master Tevelda was uncle to Journeywoman Rafke, the daughter of his brother.
She grew up in very rough beginnings- her mother was the only Harper for miles, and she spent most of her time in her cups. Curious at a young age, Velka found the small stableyard by the time she Turned three. The old hostler and his pair of younger acolytes tolerated the child, and even grew affectionate towards her. It was with old Hilblieu’s help that Vekla first groomed a horse, mounted him, and rode.
By the time Velka Turned fifteen, she’d been placed in charge of her own string. It was her job to exercise, feed, and water them, and to be on constant alert in case of illness. With these runners, though, came each a full set of tack. So when it became appropriate a time to leave, Velka simply tacked up the most enduring runner- the gelding Peach Raze- and loaded up her favorite runner- the mare Sungazer- and journeyed with nothing more than a map and two sturdy runners beneath her.
After journeying for a full Turn, bartering when she needed supplies, and hunting, Velka set her sights on the Beast Craft Hall, meaning to explore. She arrived at the Hall, unruly for a Turn by herself, and spoilin’ for trouble. The Masters put her through her paces, and watched as she broke several runners to bit and saddle. Satisfied with her work, they elevated her from apprentice to Journeywoman in six months- an unheard of advancement in that Hall.
While at the Hall, Velka bartered Sungazer’s tack for a large, capable canine. Rollin’ Thunder, he was called, and apt a name as ever was. He was a herding dog, born and bred. With him, she learned how to herd all manner of herdbeasts, not only Runners, but Bovines, Ovines, and even Caprines. When her Masters were satisfied with her acquirement of those skills, they put her up for posting.
She was posted to the new Weyr as a herder, keeping in line the bovines and ovines that form much of the dragons’ diets. It’s not her favorite job in the world- in fact, she hates it. Bovines are well enough to eat, and ovines make splendidly warm clothes, but she dislikes the living versions of beef and wool.
Pets:
Peach Raze- chestnut gelding
Sungazer- palomino mare
Rollin’ Thunder- herding canine
Other:
FF33FF
Password: Needlethorn
((She may be candidate age, but she’s no candidate. I’ve another in the works! ))
Archer (I think…)
Name: Velka
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Rank: Journeywoman Beast Crafter
Sexuality: Homosexual
Status: Single
Appearance: When one thinks of a woman, one typically thinks of a flower. Forget that idea. Velka is as strong as iron, and more willful. She stands a pretty solid five foot, nine inches tall, and weighs about ten stone. Her eyes are medium brown, and challenging. Her chin is set stubbornly, and her mouth is a little too wide. She rarely cares about her appearance, which doesn’t matter in her line of work. Her eyebrows are thick, and bushy. Her dark brown hair, bleached to a light shade- in some spots, entirely blonde- is most usually braided tightly behind her head. A square of sun-bleached fabric, folded in half to create a triangle, is tied around her head, over the crown of her skull, and underneath the braid, that captures stray hairs that might work themselves out of the braid. Her slightly sallow, olive-complected skin always has a tinge of bright pink from constant exposure to the sun. Her face, especially around the T-zone and along her hairline, bears the scars of bad acne. She wears thick, protective boots of undyed leather, coming up to almost her knees, and the tops are turned down. Her trousers are made of thick, coarse cloth, as is her vest. Her vest buttons, and fits snug enough to keep her from bobbling too terribly much. Often, she forgoes any other clothing on her torso. She also wears gloves, to protect her hands from the wear and tear of a herder’s life.
Personality: A firm hand on the reins, Velka isn’t much for mushy-ness. She breaks runners, doesn’t coddle them one fraction of a step at a time. A good rider, she reads people just like the runners she spends all day with. While not great at labeling specific emotions, Velka learned long ago to back off when a critter couldn’t handle it any more. She is blunt in her speech, almost to the point of rudeness. Many find her no-nonsense demeanor abrasive, and her unlikeable.
Her speech reflects her coarse beginnings- she’s a mouth that’d make a Pernese seaman proud, and uses all manner of improper grammar. Rough beginnings could also be to blame for her brawler’s streak. Once she gets some wine- or better yet, the new beer- in her system, she’ll brawl for any reason whatsoever.
History:
Velka was born to a Journeywoman Harper and Master Weaver, both posted to the furthest, most distant and forgotten Hold their CraftMasters could find for them. Disliked and mistrusted because of their taboo relationship, they were banished. For, after all, Master Tevelda was uncle to Journeywoman Rafke, the daughter of his brother.
She grew up in very rough beginnings- her mother was the only Harper for miles, and she spent most of her time in her cups. Curious at a young age, Velka found the small stableyard by the time she Turned three. The old hostler and his pair of younger acolytes tolerated the child, and even grew affectionate towards her. It was with old Hilblieu’s help that Vekla first groomed a horse, mounted him, and rode.
By the time Velka Turned fifteen, she’d been placed in charge of her own string. It was her job to exercise, feed, and water them, and to be on constant alert in case of illness. With these runners, though, came each a full set of tack. So when it became appropriate a time to leave, Velka simply tacked up the most enduring runner- the gelding Peach Raze- and loaded up her favorite runner- the mare Sungazer- and journeyed with nothing more than a map and two sturdy runners beneath her.
After journeying for a full Turn, bartering when she needed supplies, and hunting, Velka set her sights on the Beast Craft Hall, meaning to explore. She arrived at the Hall, unruly for a Turn by herself, and spoilin’ for trouble. The Masters put her through her paces, and watched as she broke several runners to bit and saddle. Satisfied with her work, they elevated her from apprentice to Journeywoman in six months- an unheard of advancement in that Hall.
While at the Hall, Velka bartered Sungazer’s tack for a large, capable canine. Rollin’ Thunder, he was called, and apt a name as ever was. He was a herding dog, born and bred. With him, she learned how to herd all manner of herdbeasts, not only Runners, but Bovines, Ovines, and even Caprines. When her Masters were satisfied with her acquirement of those skills, they put her up for posting.
She was posted to the new Weyr as a herder, keeping in line the bovines and ovines that form much of the dragons’ diets. It’s not her favorite job in the world- in fact, she hates it. Bovines are well enough to eat, and ovines make splendidly warm clothes, but she dislikes the living versions of beef and wool.
Pets:
Peach Raze- chestnut gelding
Sungazer- palomino mare
Rollin’ Thunder- herding canine
Other:
FF33FF
Password: Needlethorn
((She may be candidate age, but she’s no candidate. I’ve another in the works! ))
