RenrilianName Pronounced: rehn-RILL-ee-ohn Appearance: On the shorter side of the family with muscle behind her, Renrilian is the opposite of her cousin Rennitz (that pretty little do-gooder). She inherited the familial red hair but keeps hers cut short around her face and the nape of her neck instead of letting it grow long. Attire is kept to a minimum but not for revealing purposes even at her current young age- clothes get in the way of hard work and sweat makes them cling. That’s gross and she’s not having it. Shorts with a belt and a tank top are her outfit of choice and even if she Impresses, leathers will never be bigger than they have to be. Makeup has no place on Renrilian’s face unless it’s in the form of mud, dirt, or char, and then it’s likely to be everywhere. She’s not a clean person and will never be for very long. Sure, she bathes regularly because she’s not gross, but she just gets dirty so easily that it doesn’t even bother her. Personality: Whether asked for or not, Renrilian will make herself known and heard. She won’t back down from a challenge on her own and she will NEVER turn away from a fight. Ever. More than once, she’s been sat down and reprimanded about fighting, but she always comes back with something along the lines of her not being a coward, she has to protect herself, and things similar. She is difficult to get along with and to make friends with but, by far, the best way is to kick her ass in a fight. If you beat her in a fist fight and prove a good sport about it after, then you’ve just got yourself a friend for life. As far as leadership goes, she’s not one for it unless it’s someone tried-and-true who’s proved their worth. Anyone just claiming she has to listen because they outrank her will find themselves in for a hard time, but if they’re established, such as Nayari or Kassia, then they’ll have a much easier time getting her to listen. History: Birthdate: 11.14. Born and raised in Arolos Weyr Lower Caverns, Renrilian was proud to be safe in the strong and secure structure where the dragons lived and protected their precious jungle. Especially when the option was living out in the open or even Way Over There in the North where it was cold and Things happened. No, here in the Weyr, there was always someone to help you. Not that she ever needed help, mind, for Renrilian was usually always on top of her self-defense classes even if she wasn’t acing her academic ones. What did those matter anyway? One and one was two and you kept going until you got what you needed or had, and dragons would always fly Thread when they had to. Did she need to know what the Star Stones were for? Not really. If she ever Impressed, she’d learn then because it’d matter then. Sure she always planned to Stand when she was old enough, what weyrbrat with balls wouldn’t? But until then, there’s work to be done ‘round here! Renrilian is a candidate. Her colour preference is Blue, Green Read: Yes All references to worlds and characters based on Anne McCaffrey's fiction are copyright© Anne McCaffrey 1967,2005, all rights reserved, and used by permission of the author. The Dragonriders of Pern® is registered U.S. Patent and Trademark Office, by Anne McCaffrey, used here with permission. Use or reproduction without a license is strictly prohibited. |