Post by Felina on Aug 18, 2007 12:55:18 GMT -5
Character Name:
Corenne
Age:
22 Turns
Gender:
Female
Preference:
Male
Previous Position:
Resident of a farm on the outskirts of Ceros Hold
Current Position:
Weyrfolk
Appearance:
Oh, some might consider Corenne beautiful. Or rather, one would, at the very least. Others might be slightly concerned. Not that anyone could really blame them. What with her thin frame, fairly small height, and pale skin that is more susceptible than usual to bruising, it's easy to see where their worry is stemming from. She often looks somewhat underfed, slightly younger than she really is, and what with the bruises it looks fairly convincingly as though someone has been mistreating her. Oh, how wrong they are. The size is only what has been given her at birth, and nothing different. The pale skin is more a result of choosing to remain indoors, and bruises are an occupational hazard of being blind. After all, you're bound to run into a piece of furniture that's been moved or a person that isn't paying particularly close attention on occasion.
Her face is somewhat angular, almost sharp, and vivid blue eyes don't do anything to help with that impression. The only thing that really has any ability at all to soften it is her hair, a curly mess of dark brown that refuses to lie flat, or do anything similar to lying flat, but rather pokes out in various directions. It goes down to approximately halfway down her back, though if it were to be straight, who knows how long it might actually be. She rarely wears it up, but prefers instead to let it loose.
Personality:
A whirling ball of energy, it's really a wonder that Corenne made it through her childhood without doing something stupid, like drowning. And even then, she made some major mistakes; simply no life-threatening ones. She's always busy doing something, or teaching the children a new song when they're excessively bored, perhaps writing her own, even. Though the written word is her first love, the fact that it is denied her drives her to music and poetry, which are much more easily remembered than the stories that come off of old Record hides. She can hardly bear to sit still for very long, though, and can frequently be found wandering the halls, muttering verses to herself in order to commit them to memory.
Perhaps that is why some who don't know her think her slightly unhinged. It's not a difficult conclusion to jump to, really, what with the verses and the fact that she never quite looks at a person, but usually slightly off to one side or another, or worse, not looking at them at all but rather staring off at nothing. It doesn't help that she's naturally rather shy, and would frequently avoid speaking to a person unless absolutely necessary.
When she is sitting still, though, she's often found with a pair of needles in her hands and a ball of yarn off to the left. Knitting is one activity that she enjoys, and though it is frequently remarked that her colour choices are more than slightly erratic, the hats that she knits are rather warm, though still not particularly suited to the frigid northern winters. The fact that she resides in southern, though, causes that to be a non-issue. During the winter, within the Hold itself, where some hallways are quite cold regardless of the fact that they're not outside at all, they do indeed serve their purpose.
Unfortunately, she's also about as stubborn as the most obstinate dray beasts that you'll ever meet, and refuses to back down in any argument, regardless of how trivial. How lucky for Altair. Once her mind is set, it's nearly impossible to change. For example, she remains convinced that she can do on her own whatever she decides that she wants to do, and showing pity towards her can often land a person a very long talking-to, she showing absolutely no mercy with her rather sharp tongue.
Combine all of that with the fact that she is very honour-bound, perhaps due to the fact that she has an unusually good memory and therefore learned all of the teaching songs, if not necessarily note-perfect, rather quickly, and you get a person that is going to do what is best for Pern as a whole, whatever the consequences might be. The first thing in her mind is her duty towards her Hold. Because without that, there might as well be anarchy and a general collapse of Pern's structure.
History:
What parents could possibly have been overjoyed? Their first-born, a girl. So much for the eldest carrying on the family name. Not that their family really meant much regardless. Her early signs of intelligence notwithstanding, well, they still would rather she had been a boy. But one can't have everything in life. Or, well, anything, as her brother, born when she was four Turns old, didn't live through his first week. Perhaps it was that very kinship, having lost a sibling, that drew her towards Altair, who was to become her best friend, at times even like another brother. The two young children certainly did cause enough problems for Corenne's parents. But, then, they didn't really mind. Having Altair around was like having their own son back, three Turns later. And though he certainly couldn't carry their family name onward, it was a small comfort.
Even that early on, Corenne was extremely conscious of duty, of right and wrong. It was no small wonder that she was the one who would be against attempting to capture a tunnel snake to look at its teeth, racing as far out into the waves as they could go, and then returning back, all while it was raining. However, her incessant supply of energy kept her from doing everything correctly all of the time. Especially in those times when Altair was not around, she became excessively bored, and did some things she probably should not have done. Made some mistakes she probably should not have made.
One, in particular.
How boring it was, with most of the other children in the Hold, Altair in particular, sick! How dull it was, sitting there alone, playing by herself, not allowed to communicate with the others for fear of it spreading. Any distraction would suffice, anything at all. Race through the waves? Oh, yes! Try to catch a tunnel snake? Anything for the sake of the defeat of boredom! To think what could have been averted, had only she had someone else there to keep her occupied, rather than being allowed to essentially run wild.
When one day it got dark around noon, how could she help but be entertained? And when she looked up, to see the Red Star glowering down on her, framed by a halo of the much friendlier Rukbat, how could she help but stare at such a beautiful thing? And though her eyes watered as the two slowly moved apart, how could she notice? For here, here was something to alleviate the boredom! If, the next day, she noticed that her vision was somewhat hazy, how could she have attributed it to the pretty lights, she not even knowing then what an eclipse might be.
The rest of Corenne's life was to be living proof of how horribly wrong a simple thing can go. When she, too, inevitably got sick, as so many others already had, the rampaging virus didn't stop at causing coughing and a fever. No, it did more than that. With the immune system already compromised, a secondary infection was able to take hold. This one attacked her already-damaged retinas. Upon being proclaimed healthy, it became quite clear that her sight was by that point entirely nonexistent. From that time on, Corenne was marked as vitally different. Because she was blind.
It took some months of getting used to. For a long time, she had difficulty with the placement of furniture and doorways, and would trip over just about every step that she came to. When she was sure that nobody else was looking, she spent a lot of time crying, ashamed that she appeared so clumsy compared to everyone else, ashamed that she could never participate in the games of tag that the other children so enjoyed playing. But worst of all was the knowledge that her best friend, Altair, didn't seem to understand. He laughed when she bumped into things, when she tripped over things, when she couldn't find the knife she had put down right next to her plate. But slowly, she got better at remembering where things were, and not letting go of something unless it was to be a long while before she was to need it again. She got better at finding people by the direction from which their voice had come from, and following a person from their footsteps.
It was those first couple of Turns that were the hardest. But the feelings of being misunderstood were, thankfully, not to last forever. Early in her ninth Turn, Altair's brother was killed in a mining accident. Though she couldn't remember having lost anyone, as it's difficult to remember something that had happened when you were only four, she could understand feeling sad and alone. Perhaps it was then that she was truly accepted for who she was. Whatever it was, the next few Turns could not have been happier. Forever having been denied the written word, she had someone that would read to her. There were no longer awkward moments when she was asked to play Tag, or Thread and Dragons. She didn't know the exact reason, but it didn't really at all matter.
It wasn't until her teenage years that Corenne really started to grow as a person in her own right. Always, she'd been lumped together with Altair. If she was somewhere, so, too, was he expected to be. But as he started going off to places, as he was, after all, so much more independent than she could possibly have dreamed of being at that time, she was left to fend for herself much of the time. So not only did she grow up, she grew out mentally, out of the rigid confines that she had so willingly been placed within. And, as a teenager complete with hyperactive hormones, she learned that when he was gone, she missed Altair more than she ever would have thought she would miss someone. But for the time, she denied it, even to herself. She would not-- could not-- fall in love with the man who would always have duties to perform, planting and harvesting and whatnot. Not if she was so unable to perform those duties necessary of his wife. It was then that she decided, then that she chose to lead a life in which she would deny herself what she most wanted in favor of what would be best for all others involved.
When, a number of Turns later, Altair's parents died in a freak storm somewhere out at sea, she grieved along with the rest of those who had known them. For the next three sevendays, she kept a close ear on him, concerned that he might do something rash, even attempt to find them. Or, at the very least, their bodies. And yet, she couldn't help but worry. Here he was, becoming that which she had known he must become eventually. But what would that mean for her? She knew what was coming, knew that she could never accept. But what she did not know was whether or not she would be able to turn him down, when what she wanted to do most was accept. But a stable human being cannot be ruled by the heart alone. It takes the mind, and logic, to keep order. And so she allowed her mind to take over, ignoring her heart completely.
For the next Turn or more, she declined, never allowing his pleas to wear her defenses thin. She could not give in, not if she wanted the farm that she was so graciously allowed to live on to survive beyond the next winter. For she believed herself incapable of doing the proper duties, and therefore unable to help bring the Hold through the winter months.
And so her story will continue to go on, and who knows what the future holds?
Position in Family:
Eldest child
Relation to
Existing Character: Longtime friendship with Altair
RP History:
Approximately five years
Familiarity with Pern:
Read them obsessively.
Corenne
Age:
22 Turns
Gender:
Female
Preference:
Male
Previous Position:
Resident of a farm on the outskirts of Ceros Hold
Current Position:
Weyrfolk
Appearance:
Oh, some might consider Corenne beautiful. Or rather, one would, at the very least. Others might be slightly concerned. Not that anyone could really blame them. What with her thin frame, fairly small height, and pale skin that is more susceptible than usual to bruising, it's easy to see where their worry is stemming from. She often looks somewhat underfed, slightly younger than she really is, and what with the bruises it looks fairly convincingly as though someone has been mistreating her. Oh, how wrong they are. The size is only what has been given her at birth, and nothing different. The pale skin is more a result of choosing to remain indoors, and bruises are an occupational hazard of being blind. After all, you're bound to run into a piece of furniture that's been moved or a person that isn't paying particularly close attention on occasion.
Her face is somewhat angular, almost sharp, and vivid blue eyes don't do anything to help with that impression. The only thing that really has any ability at all to soften it is her hair, a curly mess of dark brown that refuses to lie flat, or do anything similar to lying flat, but rather pokes out in various directions. It goes down to approximately halfway down her back, though if it were to be straight, who knows how long it might actually be. She rarely wears it up, but prefers instead to let it loose.
Personality:
A whirling ball of energy, it's really a wonder that Corenne made it through her childhood without doing something stupid, like drowning. And even then, she made some major mistakes; simply no life-threatening ones. She's always busy doing something, or teaching the children a new song when they're excessively bored, perhaps writing her own, even. Though the written word is her first love, the fact that it is denied her drives her to music and poetry, which are much more easily remembered than the stories that come off of old Record hides. She can hardly bear to sit still for very long, though, and can frequently be found wandering the halls, muttering verses to herself in order to commit them to memory.
Perhaps that is why some who don't know her think her slightly unhinged. It's not a difficult conclusion to jump to, really, what with the verses and the fact that she never quite looks at a person, but usually slightly off to one side or another, or worse, not looking at them at all but rather staring off at nothing. It doesn't help that she's naturally rather shy, and would frequently avoid speaking to a person unless absolutely necessary.
When she is sitting still, though, she's often found with a pair of needles in her hands and a ball of yarn off to the left. Knitting is one activity that she enjoys, and though it is frequently remarked that her colour choices are more than slightly erratic, the hats that she knits are rather warm, though still not particularly suited to the frigid northern winters. The fact that she resides in southern, though, causes that to be a non-issue. During the winter, within the Hold itself, where some hallways are quite cold regardless of the fact that they're not outside at all, they do indeed serve their purpose.
Unfortunately, she's also about as stubborn as the most obstinate dray beasts that you'll ever meet, and refuses to back down in any argument, regardless of how trivial. How lucky for Altair. Once her mind is set, it's nearly impossible to change. For example, she remains convinced that she can do on her own whatever she decides that she wants to do, and showing pity towards her can often land a person a very long talking-to, she showing absolutely no mercy with her rather sharp tongue.
Combine all of that with the fact that she is very honour-bound, perhaps due to the fact that she has an unusually good memory and therefore learned all of the teaching songs, if not necessarily note-perfect, rather quickly, and you get a person that is going to do what is best for Pern as a whole, whatever the consequences might be. The first thing in her mind is her duty towards her Hold. Because without that, there might as well be anarchy and a general collapse of Pern's structure.
History:
What parents could possibly have been overjoyed? Their first-born, a girl. So much for the eldest carrying on the family name. Not that their family really meant much regardless. Her early signs of intelligence notwithstanding, well, they still would rather she had been a boy. But one can't have everything in life. Or, well, anything, as her brother, born when she was four Turns old, didn't live through his first week. Perhaps it was that very kinship, having lost a sibling, that drew her towards Altair, who was to become her best friend, at times even like another brother. The two young children certainly did cause enough problems for Corenne's parents. But, then, they didn't really mind. Having Altair around was like having their own son back, three Turns later. And though he certainly couldn't carry their family name onward, it was a small comfort.
Even that early on, Corenne was extremely conscious of duty, of right and wrong. It was no small wonder that she was the one who would be against attempting to capture a tunnel snake to look at its teeth, racing as far out into the waves as they could go, and then returning back, all while it was raining. However, her incessant supply of energy kept her from doing everything correctly all of the time. Especially in those times when Altair was not around, she became excessively bored, and did some things she probably should not have done. Made some mistakes she probably should not have made.
One, in particular.
How boring it was, with most of the other children in the Hold, Altair in particular, sick! How dull it was, sitting there alone, playing by herself, not allowed to communicate with the others for fear of it spreading. Any distraction would suffice, anything at all. Race through the waves? Oh, yes! Try to catch a tunnel snake? Anything for the sake of the defeat of boredom! To think what could have been averted, had only she had someone else there to keep her occupied, rather than being allowed to essentially run wild.
When one day it got dark around noon, how could she help but be entertained? And when she looked up, to see the Red Star glowering down on her, framed by a halo of the much friendlier Rukbat, how could she help but stare at such a beautiful thing? And though her eyes watered as the two slowly moved apart, how could she notice? For here, here was something to alleviate the boredom! If, the next day, she noticed that her vision was somewhat hazy, how could she have attributed it to the pretty lights, she not even knowing then what an eclipse might be.
The rest of Corenne's life was to be living proof of how horribly wrong a simple thing can go. When she, too, inevitably got sick, as so many others already had, the rampaging virus didn't stop at causing coughing and a fever. No, it did more than that. With the immune system already compromised, a secondary infection was able to take hold. This one attacked her already-damaged retinas. Upon being proclaimed healthy, it became quite clear that her sight was by that point entirely nonexistent. From that time on, Corenne was marked as vitally different. Because she was blind.
It took some months of getting used to. For a long time, she had difficulty with the placement of furniture and doorways, and would trip over just about every step that she came to. When she was sure that nobody else was looking, she spent a lot of time crying, ashamed that she appeared so clumsy compared to everyone else, ashamed that she could never participate in the games of tag that the other children so enjoyed playing. But worst of all was the knowledge that her best friend, Altair, didn't seem to understand. He laughed when she bumped into things, when she tripped over things, when she couldn't find the knife she had put down right next to her plate. But slowly, she got better at remembering where things were, and not letting go of something unless it was to be a long while before she was to need it again. She got better at finding people by the direction from which their voice had come from, and following a person from their footsteps.
It was those first couple of Turns that were the hardest. But the feelings of being misunderstood were, thankfully, not to last forever. Early in her ninth Turn, Altair's brother was killed in a mining accident. Though she couldn't remember having lost anyone, as it's difficult to remember something that had happened when you were only four, she could understand feeling sad and alone. Perhaps it was then that she was truly accepted for who she was. Whatever it was, the next few Turns could not have been happier. Forever having been denied the written word, she had someone that would read to her. There were no longer awkward moments when she was asked to play Tag, or Thread and Dragons. She didn't know the exact reason, but it didn't really at all matter.
It wasn't until her teenage years that Corenne really started to grow as a person in her own right. Always, she'd been lumped together with Altair. If she was somewhere, so, too, was he expected to be. But as he started going off to places, as he was, after all, so much more independent than she could possibly have dreamed of being at that time, she was left to fend for herself much of the time. So not only did she grow up, she grew out mentally, out of the rigid confines that she had so willingly been placed within. And, as a teenager complete with hyperactive hormones, she learned that when he was gone, she missed Altair more than she ever would have thought she would miss someone. But for the time, she denied it, even to herself. She would not-- could not-- fall in love with the man who would always have duties to perform, planting and harvesting and whatnot. Not if she was so unable to perform those duties necessary of his wife. It was then that she decided, then that she chose to lead a life in which she would deny herself what she most wanted in favor of what would be best for all others involved.
When, a number of Turns later, Altair's parents died in a freak storm somewhere out at sea, she grieved along with the rest of those who had known them. For the next three sevendays, she kept a close ear on him, concerned that he might do something rash, even attempt to find them. Or, at the very least, their bodies. And yet, she couldn't help but worry. Here he was, becoming that which she had known he must become eventually. But what would that mean for her? She knew what was coming, knew that she could never accept. But what she did not know was whether or not she would be able to turn him down, when what she wanted to do most was accept. But a stable human being cannot be ruled by the heart alone. It takes the mind, and logic, to keep order. And so she allowed her mind to take over, ignoring her heart completely.
For the next Turn or more, she declined, never allowing his pleas to wear her defenses thin. She could not give in, not if she wanted the farm that she was so graciously allowed to live on to survive beyond the next winter. For she believed herself incapable of doing the proper duties, and therefore unable to help bring the Hold through the winter months.
And so her story will continue to go on, and who knows what the future holds?
Position in Family:
Eldest child
Relation to
Existing Character: Longtime friendship with Altair
RP History:
Approximately five years
Familiarity with Pern:
Read them obsessively.