Srunae of Gold Danovelith

[Rhush]

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Rhush
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If I vanish suddenly, I will leave it up to the staff as to whether or not you desire to kill her off for plot purposes or adopt her out for plot purposes. :3 I have her profile completely saved to a word document, so you can even delete this post if you please for the sake of keeping things orderly. <3

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Srunae
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Ss - roo - neigh
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22 (T4, M5, 10th)
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2734 / T177, 9th Interval[/ul]
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female
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heterosexual
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[/font] jm beastcrafter / gold weyrling
.:. t w o . "discoverer of lost species" / pet hoarder[/ul].:. d r a g o n .
Gold Danovelith
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Zeek ; Floret ; Zoom ; Fair ; Zax
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Empath Level 1
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Nadya [By Sean Archer]
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Sway - Jesse Siren
Slow Me Down - Emmy Rossum[/blockquote][/div]

S r u n a e

a p p e a r a n c e .

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Five feet and 2 inches. (5' 2")
.:. b u i l d .
Pear-shaped, Srunae is bottom-heavy, but she is otherwise built slender and well muscled for a woman.
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Her hair is a honeyed brown, highlighted naturally by dark golden hues.
.:. e y e s .
Distinctly hazel, her eyes are a sable brown and forest green, often growing greener when feeling passionate or wearing green clothing.
.:. s t y l e .
Preference towards long pants, tank tops, boots, and other working variety clothing, though not adverse to dressing up now and again.

Srunae's face is a rounded heart-shape, with soft, youthful cheeks, high cheekbones, and full, pink lips. Her nose is covered in freckles and just a little large and a touch flat at the tip, but this is only really noticeable when her head is angled just so. In general she appears several turns younger than she really is, more often mistaken for an older teenager than for a mid-twenty turn old. The beastcrafter often displays the expressions of quiet interest, the furrowed brows of concern, and the quirky smile of amusement. Her eyes are commonly alight with emotion, often twinkling merrily at some unspoken joke, darkened by the throes of concern, or soft and gentle with the flickering lights of adoration. She is often told that her eyes are her best feature, truly the best expressed windows to her soul. Her hair is often hard to pin down in one style- Srunae continuously goes through periods of long and short hair, generally cutting off the heavy, thick locks in the summers and growing them back out for the autumn chill. Dark, perhaps even mousy in the winter, her hair is thick, soft, wavy, and very, very easily managed. It can hold styles- curled updos, feminine spikes, particularly positioned waves- for days after the fact, and has become the envy of her family and friends. Her hair would likely draw her more admirers if she could ever feel motivated enough to do something with it instead of just rolling out of bed.

Her body is a soft thing to behold, a characteristically pear-like shape; it would not be crass to say that Srunae is bottom heavy. Her slim form is arranged with wider-than average shoulders, small, but shapely breasts and a trim waist that leads into wide, child-bearing hips, plushy buttocks, and thunderous thighs. Her legs are curvy and attractive, leading from ample thighs into strong knees and muscular calves that curve into slim ankles. Her feet are tiny in comparison to most of her female peers, making her capable of wearing the shoes of even young children. Her ankles are prone to rolling, however, because balancing those soft curves on such small feet can be difficult, and her arches often fall if she breaks into a run, causing an immense shock of pain that luckily passes quickly. Her arms are just as muscular as her legs and curve in similar ways, with large biceps and lean triceps that can be used to display a characteristically masculine flex pattern. Her hands are small like her feet, with proportionately small and slim fingers and interestingly nice fingernails, despite Srunae's general dislike for the girly side of appearance. She is quite strong for a girl, and she is more than capable of using that strength.

Standing somewhere around five feet and two inches, she is a tiny, but powerful girl, and likely would have been great for Terran running and swimming sports- both because of her small size and large musculature and because of her general lack of adversity to getting dirty. She works with herdbeasts- runners, porcine and bovine of various species and variety. There is no room for a dislike of dirt. With that in mind, her wardrobe tends to run the gambit of such working class habits- carefully well-tanned pants, supple, often special-made boots, and loose tunics to allow for at least a little airflow on hot Istan days. The beastcrafter girl is not adverse to dressing up from time to time, however, and actually can clean up quite nicely with a bath and a short, flowy dress or a skirt and shirt pair with soft shoes or short boots and low heels. Regrettably, while Srunae could pass herself off as a lady of the court with the proper garments and a good cleaning, she cannot walk in heels to save her life, and would likely fail any attempt to pretend to be a high class lady the moment she had to walk somewhere.

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.:. b a d a s s . p a c i f i s t .:. m a m a . b e a r .:. f e t t e r e d .:.

"A true princess in any world leads not by forcing others to bow before her, but by inspiring others to stand with her."

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• Animals: Srunae quite simply loves animals. Naturally attuned with wildlife in general, she often seeks out solitary moments with her fuzzy friends when needing time to recollect herself.
• Sea: Born and raised on Ista isle, the sea was a constant companion and reminder of how quickly things could change in the face of adversity. Srunae admires the sea, and loves how its lapping waves seem to just wash away all her problems, if only for a moment.
• Reading: Actually quite the avid reader and writer, Srunae loves a good story as much as the next girl, and history is one of her favorite subjects. She's also a crackerjack accountant - breeding animals requires strict bloodline documentation, after all.
• Sweetness: Sweet things of any kind will be well met with Srunae on the prowl. She loves sweet people, food, smells, and weather, and often matches them sweetness for sweetness if it is the latter human sweetness.
• Rain: Rain pattering on the roof of her house always gave Srunae a sense of soothing relaxation, and it should come as no surprise that it still does.

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• Conflict: Srunae shies away from conflict like a spirited runner. She internalizes conflicts into her body and can actually become physically ill because of them, so she does her best to either escape conflict or quash it while it's still small.
• Anger: In the same vein as conflict, anger can cause Srunae illness- because she consistently bottles it all up instead of letting it out slowly, resulting in huge, emotional explosions that can cause her great trouble.
• Pain: Pain, much like anger and conflict, is not well tolerated. While she has a high pain tolerance physically, emotional pain, depression, and sadness can very well break this young woman's mind, sending her into a mental breakdown if bottled up too long; in which case, she will almost always randomly break down crying, though she is incapable of explaining why because she doesn't want others to worry.
• Separation: Although not affected to the point of separation anxiety, being separated from people she cares about for long periods of time forcefully- that is, those people force her out- can result in Sarah Burnhart-like tizzies, where she gets worked up over nothing because that is all she knows is going on - nothing.
• Worthlessness: Perhaps one of her greatest dislikes is her own greatest weakness--Srunae finds herself unworthy of many things, despite having now impressed gold. However, almost hypocritically, she hates seeing others feel unworthy, and often does her best to bring up their self-esteem to a level where they at last feel worthy.

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When feeling nervous, she often cannot make eye contact for more than a few seconds at a time--an unusual thing, because when comfortable, she loves looking into someone's eyes, both in conversation and just because eyes actually fascinate her. So many colors and emotions in such small windows... what is it they are seeing that is different from what she is seeing? It can get a little awkward for whomever she has taken an interest in for the time being as well; Srunae is normally a quiet sort, and can come off as a bit creepy when she's staring into someone's eyes without saying anything. The beastcrafter also loves to draw- and actually is not bad at it--so don't be surprised if she shyly asks you to model for her latest piece of artwork.

.:. s t r e n g t h s .

• Empathetic and sincere
  
• Generous and self-sacrificing
  
• Well-meaning and driven
  
• Accepting and creative
  
• Supportive and versatile
  
• Spontaneous and playful
  
• High-spirited and joyous
  
• Practical and appreciative

.:. w e a k n e s s e s .

• Sentimental and Flattering
  
• People-pleasing and possessive
  
• Unable to acknowledge own needs and feels unworthy
  
• Too willing to keep the Status Quo and Complacent
  
• Simplifies problems and minimizes upsetting things
  
• Stubborn and inert
  
• Easily becomes over-extended and scattered
  
• Undisciplined and distracted

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How does one describe their innermost feelings and traits? How can one open up and explain exactly what it is that makes them tick – when they aren't even entirely sure themselves? That is, perhaps, the most difficult aspect of explaining Srunae to the rest of the world. How do you call yourself some particular set of traits when you don't know for certain that is what you are really like? Nonetheless, here within the following paragraphs, an attempt at explaining the woman Srunae will be made – and an understanding of how she has lost and found herself again will hopefully be seen as well.

Srunae is, in no certain explanation, a complex young woman. It could be said that in as many ways as she is a mature adult, she is an energetic child, bouncing back and forth between those two sides of herself with an almost imperceptible speed as the situation shifts in nigh the same manner. She takes a child-like approach to life with curiosity, optimism, and a sense of adventure, like a "kid in a candy store," who look at the world in wide-eyed, rapt anticipation of all the good things they are about to experience. She is a closet daredevil, quietly bold and outwardly vivacious when among good company, pleased to pursue what she wants out of life with a cheerful determination that may leave others in awe of her will to continue, to power through the difficulties she is facing with a sense of humor that flickers between warm, dry, and just plain silly at a moment's notice. She has boundless amounts of energy that manifest in playfulness, sassy comments, and quiet amusement at the world as a whole, finding that her sense of humor may even (perhaps unsurprisingly) extend into the darker end of the spectrum. Her most common method of dealing with pain is through humor, it turns out. A laugh, a smile, something that lights up the faces of those who are feeling down, hurt, or just simply depressed- she loves to see and help them see that it's not as bad as it seems if you can laugh about it.

Srunae has a heart of gold; a warm, compassionate, well-meaning heart of gold even, that encompasses even the worst of situations with a sense of understanding- that everything will be okay in the end, even if it doesn't seem to be in sight now. She is an award-winning listener, and coupled with her natural intuitiveness and her newfound empathetic gift, almost always knows exactly what to say to help people feel better. She levies compliments without a thought, offers hugs and snuggles without a worry, gives up her time and resources to be the rock needed to weather a storm. She is, in all honesty, self-sacrificing and extremely generous, giving without expecting anything in return, loving and caring unconditionally despite standing transgressions, and offering herself as a proverbial punching bag even when she herself is under great, unrelieved stress. Srunae is, quite literally, the embodiment of the 'good parent'; she makes sure you're fed, clothed, taken care of when you're sick, and feeling good about yourself no matter what the circumstance. She is someone who sees people as they are, understands them with immense compassion, helps and encourages with infinite patience, and is always willing to lend a hand- while knowing precisely how and when to let go. Above all, she wants your life to be great and wonderful, despite what it may seem like. She has several friends, it should come as no surprise, that she is perhaps their only friend, their only comrade that they feel they can trust with themselves- their true selves. 

It should come as no surprise, then, when I say that she has problems with acknowledging her own needs. Home to the classic forms of worry syndrome, she is so often concerned with everyone else that she forgets about herself- and by the time she realizes this, the poor beastcrafter is just about on the edge of a mental break-down. She bottles up her anger, her frustration, her pain, and just leaves it to fester. How could she worry about herself when so many others need her? How could she give up even a moment of her time to be selfish, when it is so much more rewarding to be selfless? In this way, she becomes complacent, simplifying problems and minimizing anything upsetting. She runs herself utterly ragged with helping others, with being their rock in the storm and their shoulder to cry on, until finally she collapses in her time alone, and wishes she had someone to cry on herself. But she can't bring herself to share these depressing feelings, to release the pain bottled up in the darkest reaches of her heart on her friends- they have their own shit to deal with, why would they want hers too? It was a vicious, self-denying circle she was only just beginning to get out of before she found her way to Mavros Weyr. In this manner, she tends to hold those she adores at arm's length, safe from the inner turmoil roiling beneath the surface, but also close enough that they feel as though they can tell her anything- because they, quite frankly, can trust her with anything.

She also has deep-rooted difficulties with trust. When she was a child, she easily let everyone in; everyone could see into her very soul, could hear about what she was dealing with if they only asked. But, sadly, this invited people that used her- and given her easygoing, affectionate, submissive nature, she posed no threat or challenge to stronger and more exuberant characters. It was not hard for her to become little more than a doormat. Her heart was ripped out and stomped on several times as she was brought into relationships under the guise of love, appreciation, and understanding when they were, in fact, something totally different. Eventually, after so many men abandoned her- both boys her age and the father figures that crossed through her life- she closed up on herself until, though she still loved and happily gave herself up to help others, she stopped letting people in general in, and fell into a deep depression. Dear friends she reluctantly released this information to reacted with sheer malice in the direction of her transgressors, and she slowly came to realize that she was cared for just as much as she cared for others. Even her requests for no physical violence against those who hurt her were heeded, if reluctantly. She does not handle conflict well; and her friends- the few real, true friends she found she had- were keenly aware of this, even though she had never outwardly expressed her thoughts on the matter.

In reality, she naturally tended to either quash or retreat from conflict whenever it occurred, taking on the role of a teacher with a bunch of misbehaving students, reprimanding them for being brash or arguing over something so stupid or just simply withdrawing into herself, safe from the pain it caused her to watch her friends- or more accurately, her family fight. Her friends are, after all, her family. And, while Srunae is actually quite the introvert, she is not afraid to step in where she thinks she can and keep the peace. With that in mind, she is actually very shy when first meeting new people, often offering the opening greeting- "Hello," "Hi," "My name is..."- but instead waiting for the other person to pick up the conversation. In this way, she can use her often accurate (and now well-cultivated) judging skills and decipher if the person before her is a character she could trust to the pre-planned degree of almost entirely. Naturally an intelligent and skeptical sort, she investigates the way questions are answered, things are offered without provocation, and just the overall respect she is awarded before deciding if they are worth continuing to get to know. In the same way, she doesn't ever take anything at face value- thorough investigation and questioning of sources takes place before she decides for herself if something is truth- but when she does, she becomes almost dogmatic in defending said truth. If she disagrees, it is discarded as a non-fact, proven incorrect and thus of no value. Because of this tendency to re-evaluate fact as fact, she makes for a wonderful teacher, and is often happy to impart discovered information on others because she is so passionate about the subject. Some of her friends have said she should have been a harper- she counters this with her adoration of animals; and then jokes about how she really doesn't need any more children, particularly those that aren't her own.

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.:. m o t h e r . Sabina
.:. f a t h e r . Runluk
.:. b r o t h e r . Rabaen (-6 turns from Srunae)
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WARNING: This history contains material that may be unsuitable for some audiences. Proceed with caution.

Srunae was born to a middle-class pairing between a Master Beastcrafter and a Journeyman Harper in a cothold just outside of Ista Holdproper. Her early life was quiet and kind, filled with spending time with the animals her father bred and learning more than the average child from her Harpering mother, who happily treated her raptly interested daughter to extra lessons wherever they presented themselves. She grew up in a world of imagination and love those first seven turns of her life, learning quickly how to gently handle a runner, a canine, a herdbeast; learning to read and write on a level beyond that of the normal cotholder child, impressing even her own mother with the speed at which she could pick up these things, though Srunae herself had little interest in them. Another child was added to their family, a boy close to six turns younger than Srunae, the pair of them soaking up the teaching ballads and histories of Pern like greedy sponges, dancing and roughhousing in the fields of golden-headed grain and riding ponies down the black-sanded beaches of Ista Island, dreaming of love, hope, and dragons.

Alas, while it seemed good and well on the outside, on the inside things were quickly falling apart.

Her father had fallen into the wine bottle turns before Srunae’s little brother reached one turn of age, and nothing could fish him back out again. His work increasingly had lagged; the beasts fell to the wayside untended, runners were sold unbroken and too spirited for any Lord or Lady, and all in all the man slowly threw away his job, his life... and his family. When he first raised his drunken hand against their mother, the Harper woman decided that the family needed to leave that situation, to move out and work their way into a better life. The trio moved to Ista Holdproper, and Sabina was easily able to pick up her job as a Harper, teaching the local children and singing the ballads in the evenings. Srunae grew up quickly in the following few turns, taking up the role of mother while her own mother had to take up the role of father in their dysfunctional family. All the while, each time a dragon came to Ista on Search, Srunae would go and peek over at their shimmering chromatic hides, often accompanied by her little brother, Rabaen. They were too young to be Searched, too young to get too close to the dragons themselves, but they still would go and look each moment they could.

When Srunae was eleven turns and Rabaen was five, another father came into their lives. Kilun, a Master of Smithcraft, was tall, rugged, and a wonderful father for the two children, doing things that Runluk had never done - taking the children out for long walks around the town, teaching them minor smithing skills, and all in all actually being there for the children instead of being lost in the bottle. Four turns of absolute bliss resounded in their lives, and it seemed nothing could possibly go wrong - until Kilun found himself another woman on the side; and even worse, attempted to proposition the sixteen turn old Srunae. Immediately, the family once more vacated the situation, secretly remorseful that a man like Kilun would ever ruin his chances with as wonderful a family as they were. This time, after careful consideration and expressions of interest from both children, the family moved to Ista Weyr, home of the resident dragons. The moment Srunae had the chance, she volunteered for candidacy, apprenticing under the resident group of beastcrafters in the Weyr as well, her adoration for all creatures non-human at last manifesting in a desire to learn the Beastcraft more thoroughly. Rabaen, still too young to sign up for candidacy or to apprentice, grew up alongside the children in the crèche, roughhousing as young boys are wont to do. Two turns passed peacefully and happily in the Weyr, their mother making her living as a Harper is wont, both children growing up in the lower caverns and crèche with the rest of the Weyrbrats. Srunae stood for several clutches and failed, doing her best to move her displaced frustrations into more suitable locations - like her drive to succeed in her craft.

She quickly advanced through her apprenticeship between clutches, proving to have retained a lot of her talent with beasts from her years as a child, and Rabaen too became old enough to start Standing with her, submitting himself to candidacy as she did, and apprenticing under their mother as a Harper in the meantime. For turns the cycle continued, and though Srunae made several friends in her stints of candidacy and beastcrafting, and even went through a heartbreak or two, it became more and more apparent the girl was becoming more and more irritable and closed off - instead of releasing her frustrations, her angst at failing to impress, she was bottling it up and doing other things instead. She listened to her little brother’s frustrations about not yet impressing, played the rock in the storm for her mother as the woman was flightmothed by a bluerider she hadn’t any interest in, and played the peacemaker for her dear friends. Finally, after Standing for another clutch at twenty turns of age, every dragon having chosen someone else - and that last dragonet, a beautiful emerald green, had chosen someone sitting in the stands over the poor, broken-hearted teenager - the beastcrafter secreted herself away in the lower caverns, crying for hours as she tried to assess where she had gone wrong - something, after all, had to be wrong with her for the gorgeous creatures to not find her worthy after so many turns of failure. She broke down and shut out everyone, closing her heart to the world while she tried to repair the damage her failures had been causing for so long, but she had never said a word about...

At last, another turn later, she confessed her pains to her very, very worried mother and constantly prying brother, and broke down with everything she had been withholding - her pain at being a consistently failed candidate, her unhappiness, the boys that had broken her heart and the way she had really felt about the men she had called father in her life time. It was a healing experience, getting everything out into the open, and when she was done, crying and a wreck in her mother’s lap, as it was, her family decided she needed something different. The pair of Harpers, having heard of Mavros Weyr and the hardships it was facing and well aware that their beloved Srunae would do well with a place that was so in need of help, filled her in on the situation. Deciding, if somewhat grudgingly, that a change of scenery might do her some good both in terms of impression chances and in terms of getting the heck out of the place that so plagued her with terrible memories, Srunae took the next turn to get herself prepared for the trip out to Mavros with a few other candidates interested in the transfer, hoping that even at twenty two that she wasn't too old to successfully impress. She'd not quite aged out yet...

And it seemed luck was with her.

Shortly after her arrival she was whisked off to the touching of the Spring Storms clutch, a huge gathering of shells with two golden eggs acting as a beacon of hope, a gorgeous golden centerpiece. Srunae took the time to touch and meet each one of them, even the two golden eggs - and was surprised to find the two queenlets were so different. Shortly after that achievement, she was called to a smaller hatching in the Weyrleader's quarters - originally thought to be a firelizard hatching, it turned out to be the hatching of a once extinct species called gemgliders. Luckily impressing two of these rare creatures, the beastcrafter found she was among the very few who even knew what these odd creatures were, let alone those that impressed them.

She later held a class for the newly impressed pet owners, happy to impart what little she knew by aid of a book mailed on request to her after the gemglider hatching. Only a mere two weeks later, the dragon eggs began to rock upon the sands, their mother calling for the candidates to reach them as soon as possible. After a mad dash for clothes and nearly missing a ride to the sands, Srunae found herself standing among all the candidates in her class, staring raptly at the new hatchlings as they stumbled out of their eggs and over to their new lifemates.

After half the babies had broken shell and just as the long-left-standing candidate began to worry she would be left behind again, the gold hatchlings entered the world. After being rudely shoved aside by one of the sisters, Srunae met and impressed to the most beautiful little dragonet she had ever seen - gold Danovelith. Heralded by apologetic and sweet words, the beastcrafter found herself utterly in love with her new bonded, and even less concerned with her sister's rude attitude before they left the candidate rows to feed the hungry queenlet. With Weyrlinghood ahead and Danovelith at her side, Srunae grew to understand something - she was worth just as much as any of these other people were.

• T4, M7 & 22: Stuff to add.
• T4, M12 & 23: Stuff to add.

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