Post by Slim on Jul 29, 2008 15:45:07 GMT -8
Name: Emeni (rhymes with "ebony")
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Rank: Resident (Steward's Assistant)
Now that she's a woman grown, the gangliness of youth can no longer excuse Emeni's awkward features, so she's simply learned to deal with them. She has large, unfortunate ears, so you'd think she'd do her best to hide them - and she does, most of the time, but when Emeni needs to concentrate, somehow it helps to pull her hair into the tightest ponytail imaginable, exposing her big ears in all their glory. To go with it, she's got dark freckles scattered across her cheeks and nose, and wide front teeth that stand out when she smiles. Thick, wavy black hair is her one true vanity: from the look of it, she probably spends hours brushing it, counting every stroke.
She's not an outdoorsy sort of girl, as evidenced by the pallor of her skin, but she keeps fit enough to have some muscle. Callused hands and scratched arms suggest she's acquainted with hard labor, but those marks all seem old, whereas her collection of stray ink smears seems to be refreshed daily. Her taste in clothes varies widely, from dainty feminine blouse-and-skirt combos to heavy pants and wool sweaters, but never shows any more skin than strictly necessary. Tucked away inside her shirt, but occasionally brought out when she needs the comfort or wants to show it off, is a cameo necklace depicting an old woman in profile.
Willful and unrelenting, Emeni knows what she wants, and even if she doesn't know how to get it right away, she won't quit until she's found an approach that works. It makes her a shrewd bargainer, but sometimes difficult to get along with. She sees herself as one of the guys, and never shrinks from a little dirty work or some foul-mouthed banter, but she can be paradoxically conservative about her body and anything more than platonic intimacy.
Emeni never met the great-aunt she was named for, but stories about the woman who saw to it that her father became a dragonrider have infused her life from day one. Inspired to follow in the footsteps of her strong-willed predecessor, she was a bossy, argumentative child, a little queen bee among weyrbrats. Her big brother Macor - whom she called Macky - provided the back-up to her bossy nature, since he was a big kid and always ready to spring to his dear sister's defense. The fact that Weyrleader S'lyn was her Papa probably didn't hurt. So childhood was great fun, since everyone listened to her.
Not until she was nearing adolescence did Emeni become aware of the tensions in her family. Emeni's bold nature increasingly led her towards tomboyish pursuits which her parents wanted squashed, but Macky stood up for her with them just as surely as with other children, and not until his feud with their father drove him to apprentice with the Smiths did she realize just how much of an umbrella he'd provided for her. Suddenly she was locked up with her mother to learn how to knit, or clean, or sing, while the friends she'd had drifted away in her absence. Rebellion was in order.
Bless her heart, Emeni's mother was never a very clever woman, and she didn't suspect a thing when her daughter begged her permission to get a job. She was the right age for it, at twelve, and Masha never guessed her daughter would do anything other than appropriate female tasks, like laundry or kitchen work. Emeni had a better idea: she became a fetch-and-carry helper for the healers, such a selfless occupation that her parents couldn't pull her away from it without looking miserly. She was in.
And she loved it. Emeni relished time spent with the bantering, macho crowd of riders who came in with muscle sores and sprains. She grew comfortable talking back to them, trading barbs with the best of them, and even learned some basic tricks of massage and chiropracty so she could be of more help. Genuinely sick people unnerved her, though, and headed off any possibility of becoming a healer herself, or staying on permanently in the infirmary.
Secure now with the measure of independence she'd gotten from her parents, Emeni got herself onto the Steward's staff at age sixteen. The Headwoman wouldn't do: it had to be the Steward. In truth, she'd taken a shine to one of his workers, but the prospective romance fizzled out once the two of them began working together, spending more time with each other's high expectations and short tempers.
Lucky for Emeni, she was still in the right place: she enjoyed working in the stores, and after two years of hauling boxes earned a much-desired promotion to purchasing agent. Less physically taxing, her work now has her bartering for goods on behalf of the Weyr, which requires occasional travel, frequent book-keeping, and strenuous exercise of her wits. Just the way she likes it.
Have you read Game Philosophy and The Rules of Tempus Fugit? Yes.
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Rank: Resident (Steward's Assistant)
Physical Description
Now that she's a woman grown, the gangliness of youth can no longer excuse Emeni's awkward features, so she's simply learned to deal with them. She has large, unfortunate ears, so you'd think she'd do her best to hide them - and she does, most of the time, but when Emeni needs to concentrate, somehow it helps to pull her hair into the tightest ponytail imaginable, exposing her big ears in all their glory. To go with it, she's got dark freckles scattered across her cheeks and nose, and wide front teeth that stand out when she smiles. Thick, wavy black hair is her one true vanity: from the look of it, she probably spends hours brushing it, counting every stroke.
She's not an outdoorsy sort of girl, as evidenced by the pallor of her skin, but she keeps fit enough to have some muscle. Callused hands and scratched arms suggest she's acquainted with hard labor, but those marks all seem old, whereas her collection of stray ink smears seems to be refreshed daily. Her taste in clothes varies widely, from dainty feminine blouse-and-skirt combos to heavy pants and wool sweaters, but never shows any more skin than strictly necessary. Tucked away inside her shirt, but occasionally brought out when she needs the comfort or wants to show it off, is a cameo necklace depicting an old woman in profile.
Personality
Willful and unrelenting, Emeni knows what she wants, and even if she doesn't know how to get it right away, she won't quit until she's found an approach that works. It makes her a shrewd bargainer, but sometimes difficult to get along with. She sees herself as one of the guys, and never shrinks from a little dirty work or some foul-mouthed banter, but she can be paradoxically conservative about her body and anything more than platonic intimacy.
Background
Emeni never met the great-aunt she was named for, but stories about the woman who saw to it that her father became a dragonrider have infused her life from day one. Inspired to follow in the footsteps of her strong-willed predecessor, she was a bossy, argumentative child, a little queen bee among weyrbrats. Her big brother Macor - whom she called Macky - provided the back-up to her bossy nature, since he was a big kid and always ready to spring to his dear sister's defense. The fact that Weyrleader S'lyn was her Papa probably didn't hurt. So childhood was great fun, since everyone listened to her.
Not until she was nearing adolescence did Emeni become aware of the tensions in her family. Emeni's bold nature increasingly led her towards tomboyish pursuits which her parents wanted squashed, but Macky stood up for her with them just as surely as with other children, and not until his feud with their father drove him to apprentice with the Smiths did she realize just how much of an umbrella he'd provided for her. Suddenly she was locked up with her mother to learn how to knit, or clean, or sing, while the friends she'd had drifted away in her absence. Rebellion was in order.
Bless her heart, Emeni's mother was never a very clever woman, and she didn't suspect a thing when her daughter begged her permission to get a job. She was the right age for it, at twelve, and Masha never guessed her daughter would do anything other than appropriate female tasks, like laundry or kitchen work. Emeni had a better idea: she became a fetch-and-carry helper for the healers, such a selfless occupation that her parents couldn't pull her away from it without looking miserly. She was in.
And she loved it. Emeni relished time spent with the bantering, macho crowd of riders who came in with muscle sores and sprains. She grew comfortable talking back to them, trading barbs with the best of them, and even learned some basic tricks of massage and chiropracty so she could be of more help. Genuinely sick people unnerved her, though, and headed off any possibility of becoming a healer herself, or staying on permanently in the infirmary.
Secure now with the measure of independence she'd gotten from her parents, Emeni got herself onto the Steward's staff at age sixteen. The Headwoman wouldn't do: it had to be the Steward. In truth, she'd taken a shine to one of his workers, but the prospective romance fizzled out once the two of them began working together, spending more time with each other's high expectations and short tempers.
Lucky for Emeni, she was still in the right place: she enjoyed working in the stores, and after two years of hauling boxes earned a much-desired promotion to purchasing agent. Less physically taxing, her work now has her bartering for goods on behalf of the Weyr, which requires occasional travel, frequent book-keeping, and strenuous exercise of her wits. Just the way she likes it.
Have you read Game Philosophy and The Rules of Tempus Fugit? Yes.
