Player Info
Name: Mem, Memorie, whatever. ^_^
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Character Information
Name: Shereae
Gender: Female
Age/Birthday: 17
Orientation: Heterosexual
Location: Lateo
Rank: Candidate
Family:
Shereae's father, Corransu, owns a small holding in the south continent convieniently placed near a river and a small meadow. His "ranch," so to speak, is no great big thing, but it keeps the family well, and they often are able to trade herdbeast with the local Weyr, which is Lateo. They also trade at Gathers, when they can get there. Corransu himself is quite a jovial man, with a wink and laugh to spare. His job is easy to him, and he has always said that a good job keeps the heart happy. The man has a resolve of steel, and that has probably helped him break some of his more stubborn foals into riding and the such. He is a particularly muscular man, from working with animals. He also built his family's holding, the house itself, the barn, and all the fences and pens. His hair is the same fire red as Shereae's, and his eyes are her same shade of blue-green. His strong jawline often shows his more determined side, and is what made Shereae's mother fall head over heels for the man. He is a great man who holds much inspiration for his children.
Shereae's mother's name is Keihan, and she is a good woman and wife. She keeps their holding clean, and provides for her family by cleaning and cooking the meals. Since she prefers to let Shereae do the harder tasks with her father, she often finds herself alone in the house and garden, humming ditties. This is where Shereae got her little hobby from. Keihan is one of the few wives who do not long for something more. She grew up in a horrible holding, and her father beat her a lot. From that, she learned what not to do to her children and family. She is mighty content with what she has now, and she and Corransu have always worked along side each other to raise the best children ever. Keihan is a rather short woman, only measuring up to 5'3" and weighing 125 pounds when soaking wet and holding a bag of tubers. Her light blonde hair was brown when she was a little girl, but lightened after the turns, and now is becoming several shades of grey, as Keihan is in her fiftieth turn. She is a slight woman, petite of frame, and while Shereae inherited her thin bone structure, she did not inherit her short stature, so to speak. Shereae has always been able to talk to her mother about things, be they good or bad.
Shereae has a brother and a sister, named Coromon and Leandra. Coromon gets along really well with Shereae, and the two are best of friends. Coromon got almost all of his mother's features, including her brown eyes with the blonde hair. Like his mother, his hair used to be dark brown, but lightened. Coromon is older than Shereae, as is Leandra, and he is currently 23 turns of age. He measures up to 6 feet even, and as such, luckily did not inherit his mother's frame nor her weight. He weighs a good 220 pounds. He is a nice guy, and he has his father's attitude on life. Shereae loves him.
Leandra does not have such a great attitude on life, or anything else for that matter. She doesn't get along well Shereae, and the feeling is mutual. Of the three children, she is the only one with brown hair. Her eyes are the same blue as Corransu's, and she has the exact same bone structure and weight type as her mother. She measures a whole 5'4" and 145 pounds. She is petite, and she loves herself that way. Leandra is twenty turns old, and acts like she's thirty. Unlike Coromon and Shereae, the only work she does is mending, sewing, and cooking. And she has the nerve to whine about that! Leandra is definitely the brat, and just to keep her loud mouth shut, Keihan and Corransu just let her be. Besides, Shereae and Coromon do enough work, combined with Commasun and Corransu, to get the job done.
Both of Shereae's parents had large families. Her maternal grandsire has passed, as has her paternal granddame. Though her maternal granddame had a bad husband, she was an alright person, and Shereae visits her often. She also has a great relationship with her only remaining grandsire, and he lives with them now.
His name is Commasun, and he, like his son is now, was a beastherder. Corransu inherited his father's tallness and strength, but none of his other attributes. The red hair and bluish eyes come from Corransu's mother, as well as the terran-roman nose. Shereae gets much advice from this man, more than from her mother and father. She has always felt that he was removed enough from any situation to give good, unbiased material, and so she really looks up to him as well.
On Keihan's side, Shereae has five aunts and three uncles. Their names, listed in order of the order of the oldest to youngest are Mickala, Kerein, Bighten, Yaj, and Frihj. Keihan is older than Yaj, but younger than Bighten. Her brothers' names are Lans, Wartin, and P'kin. They are scattered around the continent, and Bighten and P'kin (formerly Poskin) are dragonriders, a greenrider and bluerider, respectively. The rest are simple holders, etching out an existance. The family is pretty tight, and all have lived in each others holdings at some point.
Corransu has three sisters and three brothers. The sister's names are Merekan, Ronsha, and Ijah. His brothers are named Bynan, Hongash, and Forkin. Corransu is older than Forkin, but younger than Hongash. Commasun is proud of all of his sons, but had closer relationships with his daugters. Their family, much like Keihan's, is close. They are all somehow involved in Beastcrafting, and the three sisters are married to Beastcrafters.
Pets: None.
Appearance: Shereae has red hair, which she got from her father, though it is lighter because of her mother's genes. Here and there is a blonde streak to be had, and it is lower-back long. Though it is messily-wavy, there is not an actual curl to be found, and even true waves are hard to come by. She tries to keep it well brushed and parted, but her hair has a mind of its own, often throwing out the straight part Shereae puts in. She has an average-sized forhead, nothing remarkable. Her eyes, gained also from her father, are blue-green, and give her a constant cheerful look. Her eyebrows are thin, and she is glad for not sharing the mono-brow look with her father. There are smile-crinkles at the corners of her eyes. She has a very terran-ancient Roman nose, and the bridge is only a bit lower than the end of her nose. The end itself curves upwards, and the first impression of many people is that Shereae is a snobby girl. Shereae has very thin lips. Her smile is very Mona Lisa-like, and she often uses it. Shereae smiles so much that people often can't tell if she is happy or sad, and that makes her seem mysterious, though if they talked to her, her voice is as easy as a book to read. She inherited a wide jaw from her father, and her chin juts out, like her mother's, giving her a determined look about her.
Her neck is almost abnormally long, and Shereae tries to shield it by not tucking her long hair behind her ears. Instead, she leaves it out, and it often gets in her eyes. But, alas, she is not yet past the age where she will not be in pain for the sake of beauty. She has average sized ears. Her shoulders are wide, though not broad, and her arms are kind of long, but not very much. She has an almost-flat tummy, and thin hips. She has more of a pencil-shape than her mother, who is bell-shaped.
Shereae's arms are thin, and she likes to show them off by wearing short- or no- sleeved shirts. She likes to wear skirts much better than pants, and if she is seen wearing pants, it is only while mucking out the stables. She likes to wear light blues, and dark browns or even black.
Her casual outfit is generally composed of a long skirt, which may be as long as her ankles, and as high as her knees, a sleevess shirt, and sandals. The skirt could be blue, or brown, but whichever color the skirt is not, the shirt is. Or, the shirt could be black. She hates black skirts, because they make her look like she is in mourning. The sandals are always brown, she cannot afford to have them dyed.
She is much more dressy for formal occasions, and she enjoys going to them. For formal occasions, she wears a cotton-like black shirt, which has sleeves about mid-upper arm, and it is very thin. She only has one dress-shirt. She has, however, three dress skirts, made out of the same material. One of them is a dark turquoise color, the second (her favorite) is a deep sky blue color, and the third is a cornflower blue color. She wears the skirts alternately, so every fourth occasion is the first skirt. She wears black sandals with her dressy outfits.
Personality: Shereae is a normal girl. She can be sweet as bubbly pie one minute, and a tunnel snake the next. She has been known to use a sharp tongue to get her ways, and is well-versed in manipulation. Overall, she is not a fake person, even to the point of being brutally honest. She can be a smart aleck.
A phrase to describe this girl would be "fiery red head." As per usual, she likes to have her way, or at least believe she has it. This is often where manipulation comes into play. Shereae has been called a wordsmith, and if it existed, Beguile would be her trade. She has a habit of only being tactful when it suits her needs or wants.
Even though Shereae excels in the art of manipulation, she still likes people. Most of her friends as a child were little boys, however. Shereae is definitely not a "prissy princess." She likes to look nice, and she "cleans up real well," as she was once told. As she enjoys fresh, crisp, clean clothes, she is often seen doing laundry, and she always does her laundry herself. She believes and often preaches that, "if you want something done right, you ought to do it yourself."
Some of Shereae's food enjoyments include bubbly pies, roasted wherry, tubers, and hot, extra sweet klah. Her favorite place to eat is in the main hall where, where she can meet people of whatever Hold, Hall, or Weyr she is staying in. Her favorite evening drink is red wine. She finds it perfectly suitd to her tastes, and she doesn't like white wines at all. She thinks they are too "fruit juicy."
Shereae has some sort of modesty, but being at the Weyr for a couple turns has seen some of her humbleness shrink away. Since moving to the Weyr, her tongue has become a bit more sharp, and her manner prouder and less subservient. Though she still holds some of that Hold raising, she doesn't look too fondly upon her former self. She often calls her old self a "sniveling brat." She dislikes woman who make themselves as servants to men.
Other dislikes of Shereae include rude men, women who sleep around, "prissies," any sort of cold weather at all, and whers. She doesn't like whers because she believes they are inferior to dragonkind, of which she is a giant fan. To her, whers are simple-minded, and she goes for complexity.
At this point in her life, Shereae is staying away from men. Her main focus right now is trying to stay healthy and showing herself to be worthy to stand at a Hatching and Impress a queen, if there is one. Believing herself to be "above" a green, she does her candidate chores, and keeps herself well-nourished and vigorous. She loves and lives to exercise, and she is in great shape.
The thing in life that scares Shereae most is cold. Having experienced little to none of it, she dreads being stuck in it. In her mind, she pictures a little image of herself, bunched down in what she imagines snow looks like (white and puffy, she once heard, that's not too hard to imagine), shivering and freezing to death.
Shereae's great skill is the Beastcraft. She likes horses and enjoys her work with them, as well as with the other heard beasts. She has a favorite male runner of the Weyr's, a stallion named Feenex. He has a large sunburst on his forehead. She has overseen many birthings of calves and foals, and has assisted in some of the easier ones. Her father always told her she was a natural. She learned all she knows from him.
In her spare time, Shereae likes to sing little ditties to herself. Sometimes these get out, and are catchy, so some people of the Weyr sing them for days. But, alas, they are ditties and tunings, and nothing more. Shereae would have liked to learn the Harpercraft as well, but she could only choose one between the Beastcraft and Harpercraft, and she wisely chose what she was already better at.
History: On her father's small holding, her father, Corransu, kept runners and many beasts of burden. She got her initial skill by working with him on their "ranch." She loved working with the foals when she could. Their semi-shaggy southern coats would sometimes get matted, and her "assignment" was to keep them looking shiny and pretty for trading with the Weyr. She worked hard and proved her worth, and got to move on to other tasks for her father.
Her first help out with a herdbeast birthing was when she was ten. The birthing was a good one, and the mother delivered well. The newborn was a little, but strong one, and Corransu named the calf after Shereae: Shay. The act of helping out made the young girl feel important, and Corransu called his daughter "the Lucky Star." It is one of the fondest memories Shereae has, even seven turns later.
When Shereae was little, her mother tried to teach her "womanly arts," such as sewing, baking, and the like, but Shereae was never good at it. One such occasion made a bubbly pie turn out like a wher-hide boot. However, Corransu ate it, and made Shereae feel spectacular. But while she had her back turned to hug her mother, Corransu spit the pie out and pasted a smile on his face again before Shereae could catch him.
When Shereae was about twelve turns, her grandsire on her father's side moved in with them. Corransu built an addition on to the house, and Commasun had his own room, which he was delighted with. Shereae's granddame had always lived close by, and so they went to visit her often.
A day in the life of Shereae would go a bit like this on the ranch: get up at about six a.m. (her mother put her foot down at any time earlier than that). Then she would go drink the klah her mother cooked for her. Then it would be out to the runner pen with her brushes to beautify the runners. At any given time, the ranch had ten to fifteen runners, along with a herd of herdbeasts. After performing that duty, she led them out into the regular pastures to eat and drink, and moved on to the stalls. She mucked them out twice a week. Then it was time for the morning meal. She went and ate with her brother and sister, and then she would go out with her father and brother and mend fences. After doing so, she would herd the herdbeasts over to the next pasture with help of their canine, Fyr. Then time would come to feed Fyr, which was her duty. While the herdbeasts and runners were all in the pastures, Shereae filled up their inside troughs with water and grain. After feeding the larger animals (and Fyr, of course), it would be time for the mid day meal. Shereae would meet with her whole family inside, and they would sit down to their largest meal of the day. After eating, they'd wait out the hottest part of the day by taking a nap ((similar to a siesta in Spain)) for no more than two hours. At about three in the afternoon, Shereae went out with her mother to work in their good-sized garden. In the garden, they grew enough to feed their family, and a little extra to sell at a gather. Shereae was always well fed, and probably a little over-fed, though not to the point of obesity. Shereae's duties in the garden included fertilizing the plants, weeding, and picking the bad bugs off of the plants. Also, in the spring, she would help her mother replant the annual plants that died every winter.
After helping her mother in the gardens, Keihan would go inside to clean the house a bit, and start making dinner. Shereae went back out to the pastures to round up the runners. This was the best part of the day for Shereae. Everyday, she took one half of the stock for a ride. On one day, she would take the mares, and on the other, she'd take the stallions. She saddled up the horse, and took it for a ride, and then came back. As they usually had about twelve runners average (after trading with other ranchers and selling the adolescents at gathers), she would repeat the act about six times a day. The first few times she was allowed to do it, her rear end hurt viciously, but she finally grew callouses. Just recently, at the Weyr, she has been able to get rid of them, though she hears tale of riders growing rear end callouses.
Shereae is afraid of the cold. When she was a young child, about five, she wondered away from the ranch, and got lost in the plains. Leandra, though she was only three turns older than Shereae, was supposed to be watching the girl while Coromon, Keihan (who had had to help with the livestock at the time), and Corransu worked in the barn. Leandra slipped off to sleep, and the unsupervise Shereae followed a noise out the door. She had gotten three fields over, and was working towards the fourth when Leandra, awoken by the sounds of the back door shutting when her parents and brother came in, realized that Shereae was gone.
Meanwhile, now four fields over, and becoming desperately close to jungle, Shereae had stopped chasing the butterflies and picking wildflowers. She looked around, and upon realizing that no surroundings looked familiar, began to cry. Evening was upon the land, and coldness began to chill Shereae's skin. She plopped down on the ground, and huddled her knees to her chest, while still crying. Unbeknownst to her, her family, minus Leandra, went out looking for her. Everyone had forgotten that P'kin was due for a visit (he was coming to tell Keihan and Corransu if Coromon would make a dragonrider. Turned out not).
When he arrived, for he had gone between, he saw the family outside with glowbaskets. Though the whole scene was rather comical, he held his tongue and asked what was happening. After Corransu explained, P'kin volunteered to take Klyith and look for her. It was getting colder and darker, and he knew that time was of the essence if he was going to find the girl. He flew off, and hoped he was going in the direction of the child.
Fifteen minutes later, he was flying over the field that Shereae sat huddled in. Getting set to tell Klyith to go back to the ranch, he sighed.
P'kin, there is a presence in this field, Klyith told him. P'kin replied and told him to swoop down. They landed.
There they found the little girl, lips and fingernails turned a light shade of blue. She wasn't exactly freezing to death, but she was scared and lonely. When Shereae heard the dragon swoop down, she had looked up and saw his glowing eye. She felt a little bit of relief, though she didn't know who it was. As P'kin came over, calling to her, she crawled to her feet and ran to him as fast as they would take her. Noticing how cold her fingertips were, he decided he would just go between back to her house, rather than flying straight. He neglected to tell her how cold between was, though he said it would be a bit cold. They hopped on, and he tied her in. They blinked.
Remembering that " between only takes as much time as it does to cough three times," Shereae tried to cough when she got between. When she found that she couldn't feel anything, not the dragon below her nor her uncle behind her for the cold, she screamed. But, of course, no sounds are made between. And this cold was freezing. Her head started to pound drastically, and her throat throbbed. Her vision doubled, and the fear that she would never make it out of this intense cold began to grab her heart and rip it apart. Right as she closed her eyes and shivered, they popped out above the ranch. Though it was warmer outside of between, she still felt that deadly chill in her bones. It was horrible.
To the young girl, she had been cold for what had seemed to the five-turn old like hours, and then had been freezing for years (even though it had been only three coughs-worth of seconds). The thought of cold from those few seconds was enough to scare her for a lifetime. She also has a bit of fear of dark, but it is nowhere near as bad as her phobia of cold.
After dropping his niece with her family, P'kin stayed for dinner, and soon left. He knew it was time for the family to celebrate each other, even though Coromon wouldn't be a good candidate. Klyith bespoke his rider.
P'kin...earlier, when I said I felt a presence, I meant for a good rider. I know we didn't come out here for the girl, but she would make a good candidate.
I knew what you meant, Kly. But you do understand that tonight wasn't the night, right? replied the rider.
What do you mean? asked the dark blue dragon. He was curious.
Kly, they just got their daughter back. She was lost, and now she is found. Corransu would not have liked it if after we gave him his daughter back, we would have told him he had to give her up again, replied P'kin. No, that wouldn't have gone over well at all. We'll come back in a few years, and bring it up then. Besides, she's but five now. We couldn't really have her for about another nine turns, anyway.
Klyith snorted. These humans never made any sense. Who wouldn't want to give their child a life with a dragon?
P'kin made sure to remember when the child turned 14, and when she did, he flew Klyith out to Search her, and see if she still held that special charm. He arrived, and as he was unannounced, no one was ready for him. Inside the holding, Shereae heard dragonwings, and rushed outside to rind her favorite uncle, hopping off of his dragon. They greeted each other, and the rest of the family soon followed.
Keihan made them all a special lunch, and used her freshly grown tubers. As they sat outside, for it was a picnic style lunch, Klyith spoke to his rider.
The girl undoubtedly still possesses the potential. We should take her today, P'kin.
Alright, I'll tell her family, he replied.
He looked up at the family, all laughing over some joke he had missed, told by Coromon. "I have news," he began, not saying whether it was good or not. That would be up to them. "Klyith here says that Shereae would make a good dragonrider, and we'd like to have her on the Sands come Hatching Day.
"What's more," he said, going on through the family's goggle-eyed stares, "is that this is not the first time he has said this." He brought up the day that he had found her in the field, hunched and cold. He told them what Klyith had said that day, and what he had told the dragon. Upon finishing his story-arguement, he sat with his hands folded in his lap, smiling. Perhaps the incident was still to freshly etched in their minds.
"If you need some time to think about, that's fine," he added for good measure.
"No, it's alright. Shere, would you like to go?" asked her father. Corransu wasn't sure it was a great idea....he had of candidates, turned too old to Impress anymore, and no longer able to stand for Impression. He didn't want Shereae to get her heart broken by some over grown firelizard...he realized he had grown too thoughtful and turned back to the original conversation.
"...love to go, Father. I know I might not Impress, but if I do, it would be fantastic," she said. Ever sine she had taken her initial ride on Klyith, she had wanted a dragon of her own. Now she was getting her chance.
Color Preference: Gold
