Post by akusma on Aug 20, 2010 2:40:54 GMT -5
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Player Name: akusma
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CHARACTER INFO
Character Name: Nyasia
Age: Nineteen
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Rank: Holder; Candidate for Lady Holder of Fort Hold
Craft Speciality: Former Apprentice Weaver, Embroidery
Residence: Fort Hold
Appearance: For her height of 5'2 - small, perhaps for her age, but looking unlikely to grow any taller - you'd almost expect her to be much more slender then she actually is. She even tries to look smaller, her shoulders usually lowered in something akin to submission and defeat, her head lowered slightly. She doesn't hunch though, or at least not when anyone is looking. She just doesn't seem alive, or lively, when she is made to stand where she is, posing. Although Nyasia is most definitely not what you would call chunky, compared to most of the other girls who flock around the Lord of Fort Hold, she's definitely not delicate. Her hips aren't made wider by a small waist, though it's because her waist is not that small that they look smaller, they're not fine boned, nor well padded. She isn't padded anywhere on her body, especially her bust, but her hips make it seem like it. The girl does have a waist, but the dip between shoulder and hip is small, and therefore rather unnoticeable. Even more unnoticeable is her bosom, and while there it's hardly something to be proud of. Even despite her rather...stumpy body, her legs are long, with small feet and ankles, narrowing in at the knees. The whole effect is definitely womanly, and almost proud in a way when she does come out of her shell. Once she's relaxed, Nyasia can almost appear taller, her whole posture straightening and becoming more alive.
Her features are fairly soft, surprisingly delicate for a more stocky looking body. The look is one of a younger child, with wide, rounded cheeks that slim as she laughs, leaving a wide, white grin. When she does grin her lips seem to flatten, her mouth opens wide and her eyes crinkle shut slightly, almost like she's squinting. The reason I mentioned her lips thinning is that she has a full pair of lips, quite pale since she very rarely adds any colour to them, and she won't dream of pricking them. They're small on her face, like a rosebud, a feature most women would love to have, but it makes her face seems much rounder. Her nose, dainty, her eyes small and oval, carefully placed under an arched brow. The eyes themselves are quite pretty: a light grey that darkens around the edges, but apart from that there is no veins or pattern to them at all, unlike most eyes. Her face can instantly go from vacant to happy, the latter suiting her face much more. Though she is very good, even if she never shows it, at appearing very stern, most likely to intimidate youngsters. All it takes is a slight setting of the jaw, a down turning of the mouth and a hardening of the eyes. It does help when her hair is pinned up in a wrap around the back of her head. Her hair is a wave of blond, lighter on the top and browner underneath, nearly completely brown right next to the back of her neck. It falls in ringlets that have grown from mere frizz as a child, now soft looking.
Personality: There is always more then one side to a person, usually there are many. There are sides they show to their friends, sides for their family, sides of themselves for their lovers or their enemies. Nobody is ever only one thing, no matter how hard they try or how simple they appear. For Nyasia there are two main sides, only one is ever shown to most people while the other is for nobody at all. To the outside world she is almost the perfect daughter. Quiet and compliant she is always willing to help her family, to do as they ask and dress how they please, to talk how they want, say what they want, when they want and everything in-between. She hates it. Compared to the freedom she had as a child it's almost painful how tight the bars to her cage are. Of course, she does enjoy the attention, mainly because she never received any before. So she puts up with it, because since she was a child all she ever wanted to be was noticed by her parents, her siblings, anyone. She is polite and charming when she has to be, answering every question with politeness and the needed amount of interest and humility. Her conversations are conservative, very rarely speaking about subjects that are too topical or out of fashion, always keeping a steady flow of chatter as is required. Any topic brought up she will feign interest in, any direct question about her own views she will try to avoid. Because she has been taught to be. Everything is practised, polite, charming and delicate, calm and kind with complete submission. As expected from a daughter and a candidate for the Lord Holder's wife.
In truth she would rather be anything but caged. That is how she views her life, she's caged and not likely to be free any time soon. Nyasia is a strong willed individual at heart, only managing to keep her façade up because she says her real views in her head at all times. She wants control, because she does not have it. Unfortunately that's the only good thing to look forward about marriage: to be able to run your own household. She's had some practise when she's been left alone in the house, and she's always done quite well, if only because she can come across quite stern when she wants to be. There's no way she'll ever come across as commanding, she doesn't have the temperament or the physique for it. However, she can look somewhat like a teacher because of her attitude to running things. Everything is controlled and in it's own place, doing it's own thing. The girl isn't quite timid, but she's not strong either. She can be quietly persuasive when she wants something, but she will never order it from anyone. Not only does she not like ordering people around, but generally she's not very good at it and always manages to sound like she's asking for something.
If anything Nyasia would love to be able to roam free without the escort that is her second eldest sister, or her parents, or a million other girls vying for the Lord Holder's attention. In truth she'd much rather be out riding then be indoors; though her family doesn't own any, she used to sneak riders as a child, or rather cling tightly onto their mane as they spooked and ran rampant. She wants to climb trees, to go fishing, wading in rivers, picnicking, anything but have to sit up straight in a small, crowded room full of chattering women. That is about as wild as she gets, by dreaming. Though there is a fierceness to her if she's greatly upset in some way or another.
History:
Her brother never amounted to anything, barely managing to get into his chosen craft, and once he'd failed that her parents were badly out of pocket and he would never find a suitable wife. They panicked. Nyasia's eldest sister was married off as soon as possible, offering them at least some financial support. Barely. It was another Turn before they married off their second eldest daughter, managing to find more then a lower ranked crafter for her to marry. And with that came the biggest change in Nyasia'a life.
They moved. Fort Hold provided a new home, new friends and a new environment to explore. Not only that but she had to be made presentable. Turns were spent teaching her to dress well, talk well, stand well, act well. She had to learn about society, well being, manners, table manners, what not to say, how to address people, how not to address people and much, much more. Everything to do with society had to be taught to her as soon as possible before she could even leave the small, insignificant holdings the family - her father -owned. She proved a quick learner, now that she had been given something to do, now that people paid attention to her. She drew in all the attention, not quite realising that it wasn't because she was doing something right, but so that her family could gain better standing in the Weyr.
Her hair tamed, her smile perfected, her stance perfect, she was allowed out, under constant escort with her second eldest sister. The two were rarely seen apart, but not because of their choosing. Nyasia had no problem with her sister, her sister had a problem with her. But it wasn't right for a girl to be seen alone, without a woman beside her, or a man to protect her. She was finally 'presented' to society with a great amount of dignity. And she was only Twelve Turns old. At that time she took up Weavercraft, liking the idea of being able to create wonderful patterns in fabric or on fabric. Of course, her mother would never let her dye cloth, so the only thing she could really do was embroidery; because it was seemly for a girl - soon to be woman - to do.
Five Turns later and something came up that made her parents more then thrilled. Fort Weyr's riders vanished. For most this would be a horrible thing, even with no Thread in the sky. But for them it offered the perfect opportunity. Because the Lord Holder of Fort Hold began searching for a wife. It had taken him long enough by most people's standers. So, with only one daughter left, only a Turn below his own age - perhaps not the most desirable trait she possessed since it was known that some Lords liked their women younger - they threw Nyasia at him. Or rather, amongst the mass of other society girls just waiting for the chance. Nyasia's own feelings disregard, her days as a Weavercraft apprentice were over. Her days as a candidate for the Lord Holder's wife began.
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Player Name: akusma
Other Characters: None
CHARACTER INFO
Character Name: Nyasia
Age: Nineteen
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Rank: Holder; Candidate for Lady Holder of Fort Hold
Craft Speciality: Former Apprentice Weaver, Embroidery
Residence: Fort Hold
Appearance: For her height of 5'2 - small, perhaps for her age, but looking unlikely to grow any taller - you'd almost expect her to be much more slender then she actually is. She even tries to look smaller, her shoulders usually lowered in something akin to submission and defeat, her head lowered slightly. She doesn't hunch though, or at least not when anyone is looking. She just doesn't seem alive, or lively, when she is made to stand where she is, posing. Although Nyasia is most definitely not what you would call chunky, compared to most of the other girls who flock around the Lord of Fort Hold, she's definitely not delicate. Her hips aren't made wider by a small waist, though it's because her waist is not that small that they look smaller, they're not fine boned, nor well padded. She isn't padded anywhere on her body, especially her bust, but her hips make it seem like it. The girl does have a waist, but the dip between shoulder and hip is small, and therefore rather unnoticeable. Even more unnoticeable is her bosom, and while there it's hardly something to be proud of. Even despite her rather...stumpy body, her legs are long, with small feet and ankles, narrowing in at the knees. The whole effect is definitely womanly, and almost proud in a way when she does come out of her shell. Once she's relaxed, Nyasia can almost appear taller, her whole posture straightening and becoming more alive.
Her features are fairly soft, surprisingly delicate for a more stocky looking body. The look is one of a younger child, with wide, rounded cheeks that slim as she laughs, leaving a wide, white grin. When she does grin her lips seem to flatten, her mouth opens wide and her eyes crinkle shut slightly, almost like she's squinting. The reason I mentioned her lips thinning is that she has a full pair of lips, quite pale since she very rarely adds any colour to them, and she won't dream of pricking them. They're small on her face, like a rosebud, a feature most women would love to have, but it makes her face seems much rounder. Her nose, dainty, her eyes small and oval, carefully placed under an arched brow. The eyes themselves are quite pretty: a light grey that darkens around the edges, but apart from that there is no veins or pattern to them at all, unlike most eyes. Her face can instantly go from vacant to happy, the latter suiting her face much more. Though she is very good, even if she never shows it, at appearing very stern, most likely to intimidate youngsters. All it takes is a slight setting of the jaw, a down turning of the mouth and a hardening of the eyes. It does help when her hair is pinned up in a wrap around the back of her head. Her hair is a wave of blond, lighter on the top and browner underneath, nearly completely brown right next to the back of her neck. It falls in ringlets that have grown from mere frizz as a child, now soft looking.
Personality: There is always more then one side to a person, usually there are many. There are sides they show to their friends, sides for their family, sides of themselves for their lovers or their enemies. Nobody is ever only one thing, no matter how hard they try or how simple they appear. For Nyasia there are two main sides, only one is ever shown to most people while the other is for nobody at all. To the outside world she is almost the perfect daughter. Quiet and compliant she is always willing to help her family, to do as they ask and dress how they please, to talk how they want, say what they want, when they want and everything in-between. She hates it. Compared to the freedom she had as a child it's almost painful how tight the bars to her cage are. Of course, she does enjoy the attention, mainly because she never received any before. So she puts up with it, because since she was a child all she ever wanted to be was noticed by her parents, her siblings, anyone. She is polite and charming when she has to be, answering every question with politeness and the needed amount of interest and humility. Her conversations are conservative, very rarely speaking about subjects that are too topical or out of fashion, always keeping a steady flow of chatter as is required. Any topic brought up she will feign interest in, any direct question about her own views she will try to avoid. Because she has been taught to be. Everything is practised, polite, charming and delicate, calm and kind with complete submission. As expected from a daughter and a candidate for the Lord Holder's wife.
In truth she would rather be anything but caged. That is how she views her life, she's caged and not likely to be free any time soon. Nyasia is a strong willed individual at heart, only managing to keep her façade up because she says her real views in her head at all times. She wants control, because she does not have it. Unfortunately that's the only good thing to look forward about marriage: to be able to run your own household. She's had some practise when she's been left alone in the house, and she's always done quite well, if only because she can come across quite stern when she wants to be. There's no way she'll ever come across as commanding, she doesn't have the temperament or the physique for it. However, she can look somewhat like a teacher because of her attitude to running things. Everything is controlled and in it's own place, doing it's own thing. The girl isn't quite timid, but she's not strong either. She can be quietly persuasive when she wants something, but she will never order it from anyone. Not only does she not like ordering people around, but generally she's not very good at it and always manages to sound like she's asking for something.
If anything Nyasia would love to be able to roam free without the escort that is her second eldest sister, or her parents, or a million other girls vying for the Lord Holder's attention. In truth she'd much rather be out riding then be indoors; though her family doesn't own any, she used to sneak riders as a child, or rather cling tightly onto their mane as they spooked and ran rampant. She wants to climb trees, to go fishing, wading in rivers, picnicking, anything but have to sit up straight in a small, crowded room full of chattering women. That is about as wild as she gets, by dreaming. Though there is a fierceness to her if she's greatly upset in some way or another.
History:
Her brother never amounted to anything, barely managing to get into his chosen craft, and once he'd failed that her parents were badly out of pocket and he would never find a suitable wife. They panicked. Nyasia's eldest sister was married off as soon as possible, offering them at least some financial support. Barely. It was another Turn before they married off their second eldest daughter, managing to find more then a lower ranked crafter for her to marry. And with that came the biggest change in Nyasia'a life.
They moved. Fort Hold provided a new home, new friends and a new environment to explore. Not only that but she had to be made presentable. Turns were spent teaching her to dress well, talk well, stand well, act well. She had to learn about society, well being, manners, table manners, what not to say, how to address people, how not to address people and much, much more. Everything to do with society had to be taught to her as soon as possible before she could even leave the small, insignificant holdings the family - her father -owned. She proved a quick learner, now that she had been given something to do, now that people paid attention to her. She drew in all the attention, not quite realising that it wasn't because she was doing something right, but so that her family could gain better standing in the Weyr.
Her hair tamed, her smile perfected, her stance perfect, she was allowed out, under constant escort with her second eldest sister. The two were rarely seen apart, but not because of their choosing. Nyasia had no problem with her sister, her sister had a problem with her. But it wasn't right for a girl to be seen alone, without a woman beside her, or a man to protect her. She was finally 'presented' to society with a great amount of dignity. And she was only Twelve Turns old. At that time she took up Weavercraft, liking the idea of being able to create wonderful patterns in fabric or on fabric. Of course, her mother would never let her dye cloth, so the only thing she could really do was embroidery; because it was seemly for a girl - soon to be woman - to do.
Five Turns later and something came up that made her parents more then thrilled. Fort Weyr's riders vanished. For most this would be a horrible thing, even with no Thread in the sky. But for them it offered the perfect opportunity. Because the Lord Holder of Fort Hold began searching for a wife. It had taken him long enough by most people's standers. So, with only one daughter left, only a Turn below his own age - perhaps not the most desirable trait she possessed since it was known that some Lords liked their women younger - they threw Nyasia at him. Or rather, amongst the mass of other society girls just waiting for the chance. Nyasia's own feelings disregard, her days as a Weavercraft apprentice were over. Her days as a candidate for the Lord Holder's wife began.
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Nyasia swallowed slightly, hands clutching each other in front of her, arms pulled tight to her sides. She was not allowed here. She was not allowed to go into the stables, unless she was with her sister and there was a reason. That was the only time she would ever be allowed into the stables. The girl paused, feet stiffly moving to take here out of here. If she was caught, it would mean trouble, possibly she woudln't be allowed to sew in public anymore. But if her dress got dirty from being in here, well, she was in for more then simply having her embroidery taken away from her. Oh, but it was so quiet here. There was no sister nagging at her, no parents doing the same, and there was no one babbling about the glory of the Lord Holder. She sighed, her will to leave slowly vanishing as she tentatively stepped down the ile of stables. It would not hurt to stay for a moment longer, after all, she was chasing that feline that had stolen her sister's flower from the dress.
She had nothing against the man behind the title, Metoe, she had met him only once so far. A single meeting was never enough to tell alot about a person. She only knew that he did not seem as arrogant as the rest of high class society. Nyasia sighed slightly, hands weaving into heavy fabric to pull it up slightly, debating taking off at least one of the heavy, woolen outer skirts. It was getting colder nearly everyday, and the colder it got, the more skirts were piled on, or thicker ones, mainly wool. While the other girls vying for the Lord Holder's attention wore gowns made from the most colourful fabric, draped around them with shawls of lace, she was stuck in dreary dark greens. But green suited her, according to her mother, and clothes that were practical would show praticality in a wife, a desirable trait. When the Lord Holder held balls and dinners, then would be the time to show how she could look with fancy dresses. Her father had always deemed her acceptable in dresses, her excort and eldest sister viewed her as barely passable, her mother was the only one who saw anything beautiful in her, and that was debatable.
But for the moment Nyasia relaxed in the sounds and smells of the stables, enjoying the strange familiarity of it all. She had visited the runner stables as a small child in their previous Hold, and they had not been as large as these, but it had been aminor Hold, so it was to be expected. The child Nyasia had stolen rides on bareback racers, a thirlling ride even for experienced riders, and she missed it. It had been years since she had been riding for anything except the trip here, and on an old mare if there was word of the Lord Holder out riding. She stopped by one of the stalls, stepping towards the door. From her point of view, the dark stable appeared empty. She wanted to be sure of it however. Nyasia barely held in the squeak as a black head lashed out toward her. Dress forgotten she stumbled back, feet snagging on the heavy fabric to send her tumbling to the floor. She paused, staring up at the creature before slapping the stone underneath her with her palms. Now she was covered in dust, straw and Faranth knew what else. Oh, now why had she bothered coming down here?
She had nothing against the man behind the title, Metoe, she had met him only once so far. A single meeting was never enough to tell alot about a person. She only knew that he did not seem as arrogant as the rest of high class society. Nyasia sighed slightly, hands weaving into heavy fabric to pull it up slightly, debating taking off at least one of the heavy, woolen outer skirts. It was getting colder nearly everyday, and the colder it got, the more skirts were piled on, or thicker ones, mainly wool. While the other girls vying for the Lord Holder's attention wore gowns made from the most colourful fabric, draped around them with shawls of lace, she was stuck in dreary dark greens. But green suited her, according to her mother, and clothes that were practical would show praticality in a wife, a desirable trait. When the Lord Holder held balls and dinners, then would be the time to show how she could look with fancy dresses. Her father had always deemed her acceptable in dresses, her excort and eldest sister viewed her as barely passable, her mother was the only one who saw anything beautiful in her, and that was debatable.
But for the moment Nyasia relaxed in the sounds and smells of the stables, enjoying the strange familiarity of it all. She had visited the runner stables as a small child in their previous Hold, and they had not been as large as these, but it had been aminor Hold, so it was to be expected. The child Nyasia had stolen rides on bareback racers, a thirlling ride even for experienced riders, and she missed it. It had been years since she had been riding for anything except the trip here, and on an old mare if there was word of the Lord Holder out riding. She stopped by one of the stalls, stepping towards the door. From her point of view, the dark stable appeared empty. She wanted to be sure of it however. Nyasia barely held in the squeak as a black head lashed out toward her. Dress forgotten she stumbled back, feet snagging on the heavy fabric to send her tumbling to the floor. She paused, staring up at the creature before slapping the stone underneath her with her palms. Now she was covered in dust, straw and Faranth knew what else. Oh, now why had she bothered coming down here?
