Post by Invisible on Jul 31, 2008 5:43:59 GMT -8
Name: Ramla
Gender: Female
Age: 57
Rank: Headwoman
Nearly sixty turns of living have left their mark on Ramla. Those marks, for the most part, are carefully concealed by clothes and hair. If her body is not as lean as it once was she makes use of all available options to conceal this. While a few lines have appeared around pale blue eyes and a full mouth she does her best to conceal them. Her hair, rumored to be washed in herbal concoctions, is still a rich red color the same as when she was young and always arranged in the latest styles. At her age she is called handsome instead of beautiful, but none would deny the remains of the great beauty she was.
Great care is taken with her clothes. Ramla will never be seen disheveled or wrinkled. Fine fabrics cover her as she feels befits the headwoman of a Weyr. She prefers bold colors to softer ones and the cut of her clothes shows she is still a woman to turn heads.
Ramla is a force to be reckoned with. She had to be growing up and once she’d fallen into the pattern she never got out. A woman in a man’s world she used the beauty given to her by her mother along with the craftiness from her father to get what she wanted. These are the tools in her arsenal and she is very good with them. Ramla can be a very nice woman, but when she is crossed she is willing to wait for her revenge as long as needed. So long as a person doesn’t argue with her they’ll never see her bad side. But that bad side exists and those that shirk their work or try to make waves will be subject to the full force of her fury. She is no woman to be trifled with.
Ramla grew up at Crom Hold the daughter of the previous Lord Holder. Lord Rankirk was known for his appetites and had bastards all across his holdings. Most of them he did little with, but the ones that showed promise he would recognize and bring to the hold to support his legitimate issue. They were told their place and if they tried to take more than he wanted them to have they were sent back to whichever mother was theirs. Ramla’s mother had been a beauty in her youth and while visiting her family’s holding the Lord had taken what was his due.
When Leiara turned up pregnant a couple months later her family knew who was responsible. She had been set to marry a neighboring cotholder, but instead she was packed off to Crom. Rankirk’s wife was not happy, but when her Lord told her to make a place for the girl she did. Once Ramla was weaned her mother was sent back to her family where she remained, unmarried and helping her siblings with their own families. As for Ramla she was given over to the nursery and raised up with careful instructions for the staff to observe any signs of potential in her. If she had her mother’s looks even as a bastard she might be married off in political alliance.
Growing up Ramla caught on quickly to her precarious situation. She was as dutiful and biddable a daughter as one could be in hopes of not being sent back home. After her taste of life in a major hold her family’s place no longer appealed. Lessons were learned and should her father have reason to notice her it was never a bad one. For seventeen turns she resided at Crom, ingratiating herself to all she came in contact with. Rankirk’s heir apparent, the current Lord Crom, married when Ramla was sixteen and his new wife had no desire to keep the smarter and prettier Ramla around.
Luckily for everyone involved when she was seventeen turns a gold egg was laid at Telgar and the current Lady Crom made sure Ramla was out with the other girls when the searchrider came. And so Ramla was delivered to Telgar on the back of a brown whose rider maintains to this day an affection for the half-Blooded Crom girl. Candidacy passed quickly, or so it seemed, and on the fateful day forty turns ago it was not Ramla who walked off the sands with the new queen. No matter, she told herself, and set about making herself invaluable to the Headwoman’s staff.
All of her training in Hold management was a great boon to the Headwoman who soon took Ramla on as an assistant. While her and H’gar, the brownrider who had searched her, continued an on again off again affair she never moved into his weyr despite his pleadings. She would be her own woman now and that meant being free to take whatever man drew her eye. Turns bled into one another as the old Headwoman grew older and Ramla worked to secure her place as the woman’s successor. That time came when Ramla was thirty and the old woman finally laid down her knot.
At thirty turns Ramla was seen by some as too young to be Headwoman, but she certainly had the experience they said. All of her carefully cultivated friendships and alliances were put into motion. As was the fear of getting on her bad side when being sweet was not enough. Her new position was announced not long after the hatching that had delivered to the Weyr its future former weyrleader S’lyn. Ramla knew that the job of a Headwoman during an interval was never an easy one. Making sure there was enough of everything to go around might have scared someone else, but not the girl from Crom.
By the time Aderes became Weyrwoman things were running smoothly. Ramla was graceful in dealing with the younger woman and made sure she always knew what was going on. As it was Aderes who would remain Weyrwoman while her Weyrleader might change the headwoman thought it best to secure the lady’s friendship. That S’lyn was replaced by the young J’fel was as much a surprise to Ramla as anyone. And, more than anyone, she knew what it meant to Aderes. Stifled for so long under the previous weyrleader now was her chance to get the upper hand. Ramla would do all she could to help that endeavor although she would happily do whatever her weyrleader needed of her as well. So long as her position was secure what mattered those above or below her?
Her only gripe with the leadership is the Caminar. The unruly beasts, hardly what one would call men, were nothing but trouble. Ramla knew that if S'lyn were still in charge they would be gone. There would have been no trouble during Aderes' last fight like there was. Forced to do what her weyrleaders tell her she does just that and nothing more when it comes to the filthy traders. They'll see no mercy from the headwoman of Telgar.
Have you read Game Philosophy and The Rules of Tempus Fugit?
Most definitely!
Gender: Female
Age: 57
Rank: Headwoman
Physical Description
Nearly sixty turns of living have left their mark on Ramla. Those marks, for the most part, are carefully concealed by clothes and hair. If her body is not as lean as it once was she makes use of all available options to conceal this. While a few lines have appeared around pale blue eyes and a full mouth she does her best to conceal them. Her hair, rumored to be washed in herbal concoctions, is still a rich red color the same as when she was young and always arranged in the latest styles. At her age she is called handsome instead of beautiful, but none would deny the remains of the great beauty she was.
Great care is taken with her clothes. Ramla will never be seen disheveled or wrinkled. Fine fabrics cover her as she feels befits the headwoman of a Weyr. She prefers bold colors to softer ones and the cut of her clothes shows she is still a woman to turn heads.
Personality
Ramla is a force to be reckoned with. She had to be growing up and once she’d fallen into the pattern she never got out. A woman in a man’s world she used the beauty given to her by her mother along with the craftiness from her father to get what she wanted. These are the tools in her arsenal and she is very good with them. Ramla can be a very nice woman, but when she is crossed she is willing to wait for her revenge as long as needed. So long as a person doesn’t argue with her they’ll never see her bad side. But that bad side exists and those that shirk their work or try to make waves will be subject to the full force of her fury. She is no woman to be trifled with.
Background
Ramla grew up at Crom Hold the daughter of the previous Lord Holder. Lord Rankirk was known for his appetites and had bastards all across his holdings. Most of them he did little with, but the ones that showed promise he would recognize and bring to the hold to support his legitimate issue. They were told their place and if they tried to take more than he wanted them to have they were sent back to whichever mother was theirs. Ramla’s mother had been a beauty in her youth and while visiting her family’s holding the Lord had taken what was his due.
When Leiara turned up pregnant a couple months later her family knew who was responsible. She had been set to marry a neighboring cotholder, but instead she was packed off to Crom. Rankirk’s wife was not happy, but when her Lord told her to make a place for the girl she did. Once Ramla was weaned her mother was sent back to her family where she remained, unmarried and helping her siblings with their own families. As for Ramla she was given over to the nursery and raised up with careful instructions for the staff to observe any signs of potential in her. If she had her mother’s looks even as a bastard she might be married off in political alliance.
Growing up Ramla caught on quickly to her precarious situation. She was as dutiful and biddable a daughter as one could be in hopes of not being sent back home. After her taste of life in a major hold her family’s place no longer appealed. Lessons were learned and should her father have reason to notice her it was never a bad one. For seventeen turns she resided at Crom, ingratiating herself to all she came in contact with. Rankirk’s heir apparent, the current Lord Crom, married when Ramla was sixteen and his new wife had no desire to keep the smarter and prettier Ramla around.
Luckily for everyone involved when she was seventeen turns a gold egg was laid at Telgar and the current Lady Crom made sure Ramla was out with the other girls when the searchrider came. And so Ramla was delivered to Telgar on the back of a brown whose rider maintains to this day an affection for the half-Blooded Crom girl. Candidacy passed quickly, or so it seemed, and on the fateful day forty turns ago it was not Ramla who walked off the sands with the new queen. No matter, she told herself, and set about making herself invaluable to the Headwoman’s staff.
All of her training in Hold management was a great boon to the Headwoman who soon took Ramla on as an assistant. While her and H’gar, the brownrider who had searched her, continued an on again off again affair she never moved into his weyr despite his pleadings. She would be her own woman now and that meant being free to take whatever man drew her eye. Turns bled into one another as the old Headwoman grew older and Ramla worked to secure her place as the woman’s successor. That time came when Ramla was thirty and the old woman finally laid down her knot.
At thirty turns Ramla was seen by some as too young to be Headwoman, but she certainly had the experience they said. All of her carefully cultivated friendships and alliances were put into motion. As was the fear of getting on her bad side when being sweet was not enough. Her new position was announced not long after the hatching that had delivered to the Weyr its future former weyrleader S’lyn. Ramla knew that the job of a Headwoman during an interval was never an easy one. Making sure there was enough of everything to go around might have scared someone else, but not the girl from Crom.
By the time Aderes became Weyrwoman things were running smoothly. Ramla was graceful in dealing with the younger woman and made sure she always knew what was going on. As it was Aderes who would remain Weyrwoman while her Weyrleader might change the headwoman thought it best to secure the lady’s friendship. That S’lyn was replaced by the young J’fel was as much a surprise to Ramla as anyone. And, more than anyone, she knew what it meant to Aderes. Stifled for so long under the previous weyrleader now was her chance to get the upper hand. Ramla would do all she could to help that endeavor although she would happily do whatever her weyrleader needed of her as well. So long as her position was secure what mattered those above or below her?
Her only gripe with the leadership is the Caminar. The unruly beasts, hardly what one would call men, were nothing but trouble. Ramla knew that if S'lyn were still in charge they would be gone. There would have been no trouble during Aderes' last fight like there was. Forced to do what her weyrleaders tell her she does just that and nothing more when it comes to the filthy traders. They'll see no mercy from the headwoman of Telgar.
Have you read Game Philosophy and The Rules of Tempus Fugit?
Most definitely!
