Post by ladykarie on Jun 12, 2007 14:54:10 GMT -5
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Character
Name: Esmierula or Esmie (Es-mair-rule-ah)
Rank: Candidate/Journeywoman Healer
Gender: Female
Age: 19
Origin: Ponaa Weyr
Appearance: Esmierula is a beautiful young woman. She stands at approximately 5'6" and weighs in at 132 pounds. Her body is lender with muscle tone from all of the Firestone bagging she‘s doing as a Candidate. She has medium length black hair that is a bit wavy. She has small eyes that are a clear emerald green. She is mostly seen in a tunic and pants. Emsierula doesn't usually dress up unless it is for a Gather or Hatching or some other occasion. She has a nice red dress that she keeps at the bottom of her travel trunk and wears that dress for those special occasions. She has a small little scar from a cut she received on the left side of her neck from the father of her child, when he had threatened her child's life.
Family:
Mother- Esmeh, 53, Journeywoman Healer, Ista Weyr
Father- Bieraldan, 56, Journeyman Harper, Ista Weyr
Brother- L’raen (28) and brown Pirweth, High Reaches Weyr
Sister- Ralmeh, 25, Journeywoman Dragonhealer, Ponaa Weyr
Brother- Reibes, 22, Journeyman Smith, Bitra Hold
Sister- Senleh, 16, Candidate/Apprentice Healer, Ponaa Weyr
Daughter- Mieran, two months old, warrant, Ponaa Weyr
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Personality: Her outward appearance is quiet and shy. She doesn't like men touching her, anywhere. She‘ll pull away if any man even so much as tries to reach for her. She has a fiery spirit underneath it all. She will fight to the death for herself and her daughter. She will get in harms way to protect her if need be. She is polite and courteous when dealing with people of rank, despite them being male. She never told her parents about what happened during that gold flight. She is terrified of losing her daughter. If something happens to her, like a bump on the head or if she is crying, Esmierula'll freak out. She hates it when people stare at her, especially men. When she loses her temper, she’ll lash out any anyone that is near her when she loses her temper. She won’t lash out physically, just verbally.
Hobbies/Skills: She likes to spend as much time with her daughter as she can. She can cook, clean, and she’s a very hard worker.
Pets: None
History: Esmierula was born and raised at Fort Weyr. She grew up as the second to last child of five. She spent most of her time fostered to a cook. As a young child and until she apprenticed, she was in the Dining Caverns and Kitchens helping out as soon as she was able. She didn't know anything else but Drudgery. She decided that she would Apprentice to the Healer craft. Seeing that there were injuries and people needing help. She was in the craft until she was Searched at the age of 15. She stood several times and didn't Impress. She was very close to just return to her Apprenticeship when a Gold Flight happened.
She was caught out of her quarters during a Gold Flight last Turn. The rider was rough with her during the dragonlust indused bedding. She had a few bruises on her arms and legs as a result. She discovered that she was pregnant about seven weeks after the flight. The rider that was the father made threats that if she ever told anyone where her bruises had come from, he would take her child away from her. She'd never see him, or her, again. She did what any mother would do. She waited until a short time after her daughter was born and then she put in for a transfer in secret. Her transfer was approved and she left for Ponaa Weyr with her two month old daughter, Mieran. She’s been at Ponaa Weyr for a few seven days now.
Color Preference: green
Sample RP: The man came closer and placed a hand on her shoulder, and then both of his hands. Esmie tried to jerk away but his hands were like steel on her shoulders. He leaned towards her like he was going to kiss her. But she knew better. She just knew better. She felt the cold steel of the blade on her neck. “If you so much as whispers the origin of your bruises to anyone, I will rip that baby of yours out of your stomach and kill it, myself. Do I make myself clear, girl?”
Terror laced up her spine. All she could do was nod her head. Her mind was frozen in fear. “I’ll do anything! Just don’t hurt my baby!”
“That’s a good girl!” He kissed her on the lips before turning and leaving. There was a smug satisfaction on his face as he walked away. The knife he had held against her neck was safely put away in his trouser pocket.
Esmierula felt a wetness on her cheek. She lifted her hand and wiped the tears away. Her mind worked frantically at a solution for her terrifying nightmare. Leave. She had to leave. She’d stay long enough for her child to be born and then she’d leave…..
That had been a turn ago. That memory kept coming back to haunt her every night. And she hated him for it. She hated to have to keep looking back over her shoulder to make sure he wasn’t in the crowd behind her, or in front of her. She hated leaving her family without telling them where she was and why she had left. She just hated it, but there wasn’t anything she could do now. She just had to hope that one day she’ll impress before she’s too old to be found acceptable by a Hatchling.
Character
Name: Esmierula or Esmie (Es-mair-rule-ah)
Rank: Candidate/Journeywoman Healer
Gender: Female
Age: 19
Origin: Ponaa Weyr
Appearance: Esmierula is a beautiful young woman. She stands at approximately 5'6" and weighs in at 132 pounds. Her body is lender with muscle tone from all of the Firestone bagging she‘s doing as a Candidate. She has medium length black hair that is a bit wavy. She has small eyes that are a clear emerald green. She is mostly seen in a tunic and pants. Emsierula doesn't usually dress up unless it is for a Gather or Hatching or some other occasion. She has a nice red dress that she keeps at the bottom of her travel trunk and wears that dress for those special occasions. She has a small little scar from a cut she received on the left side of her neck from the father of her child, when he had threatened her child's life.
Family:
Mother- Esmeh, 53, Journeywoman Healer, Ista Weyr
Father- Bieraldan, 56, Journeyman Harper, Ista Weyr
Brother- L’raen (28) and brown Pirweth, High Reaches Weyr
Sister- Ralmeh, 25, Journeywoman Dragonhealer, Ponaa Weyr
Brother- Reibes, 22, Journeyman Smith, Bitra Hold
Sister- Senleh, 16, Candidate/Apprentice Healer, Ponaa Weyr
Daughter- Mieran, two months old, warrant, Ponaa Weyr
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Personality: Her outward appearance is quiet and shy. She doesn't like men touching her, anywhere. She‘ll pull away if any man even so much as tries to reach for her. She has a fiery spirit underneath it all. She will fight to the death for herself and her daughter. She will get in harms way to protect her if need be. She is polite and courteous when dealing with people of rank, despite them being male. She never told her parents about what happened during that gold flight. She is terrified of losing her daughter. If something happens to her, like a bump on the head or if she is crying, Esmierula'll freak out. She hates it when people stare at her, especially men. When she loses her temper, she’ll lash out any anyone that is near her when she loses her temper. She won’t lash out physically, just verbally.
Hobbies/Skills: She likes to spend as much time with her daughter as she can. She can cook, clean, and she’s a very hard worker.
Pets: None
History: Esmierula was born and raised at Fort Weyr. She grew up as the second to last child of five. She spent most of her time fostered to a cook. As a young child and until she apprenticed, she was in the Dining Caverns and Kitchens helping out as soon as she was able. She didn't know anything else but Drudgery. She decided that she would Apprentice to the Healer craft. Seeing that there were injuries and people needing help. She was in the craft until she was Searched at the age of 15. She stood several times and didn't Impress. She was very close to just return to her Apprenticeship when a Gold Flight happened.
She was caught out of her quarters during a Gold Flight last Turn. The rider was rough with her during the dragonlust indused bedding. She had a few bruises on her arms and legs as a result. She discovered that she was pregnant about seven weeks after the flight. The rider that was the father made threats that if she ever told anyone where her bruises had come from, he would take her child away from her. She'd never see him, or her, again. She did what any mother would do. She waited until a short time after her daughter was born and then she put in for a transfer in secret. Her transfer was approved and she left for Ponaa Weyr with her two month old daughter, Mieran. She’s been at Ponaa Weyr for a few seven days now.
Color Preference: green
Sample RP: The man came closer and placed a hand on her shoulder, and then both of his hands. Esmie tried to jerk away but his hands were like steel on her shoulders. He leaned towards her like he was going to kiss her. But she knew better. She just knew better. She felt the cold steel of the blade on her neck. “If you so much as whispers the origin of your bruises to anyone, I will rip that baby of yours out of your stomach and kill it, myself. Do I make myself clear, girl?”
Terror laced up her spine. All she could do was nod her head. Her mind was frozen in fear. “I’ll do anything! Just don’t hurt my baby!”
“That’s a good girl!” He kissed her on the lips before turning and leaving. There was a smug satisfaction on his face as he walked away. The knife he had held against her neck was safely put away in his trouser pocket.
Esmierula felt a wetness on her cheek. She lifted her hand and wiped the tears away. Her mind worked frantically at a solution for her terrifying nightmare. Leave. She had to leave. She’d stay long enough for her child to be born and then she’d leave…..
That had been a turn ago. That memory kept coming back to haunt her every night. And she hated him for it. She hated to have to keep looking back over her shoulder to make sure he wasn’t in the crowd behind her, or in front of her. She hated leaving her family without telling them where she was and why she had left. She just hated it, but there wasn’t anything she could do now. She just had to hope that one day she’ll impress before she’s too old to be found acceptable by a Hatchling.
