Katalyn

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Application:


Character Name: Katalyn (Kat, as she likes to be known)

Age: 18

Gender: Female (just for arguments sake, 'cause she's bisexual)

Preference: Males

Previous Position: Journeywoman Herder

Current Position: Candidate

Appearance: She's not tall, but neither is she especially small, a respectable 5'5" for a girl. She is slightly built, limbs in good proportion with her body, not lanky. By the Egg, she would hate to be tall and lanky! She likes herself just the way she is, having worked out now how to use it well to her advantage. Despite this, she maintains a slightly boyish appearance most of the time. Her white blonde hair is cut short, not overly uncommon among her Hold, but she is aware that it is elsewhere, and a little spikey; she tends to look like she has just woken up and cares little if it resembles a wherry nest, most of the time anyway. It can be tames if she puts her mind to it, like many other things in her life. She also isn't weak, taking pride in her strength, being female, and she needed it in her craft. Though shunning much of her girlyness, she likes to wear tight fitting tops, for her chest isn't exactly flat, though she draws the line with a preferance for trousers over skirts and dresses.

Personality: She's a firecracker, and prone to mood swings... and adventure. Scathing comments are often passed without regard if she is annoyed, though she will only hold a grudge for long if she is absolutely furious for something she considers unforgivable. Other than that she's a friend again the next day as if nothing happened, usually happy to forgive and forget, and has trouble understanding why others would hold a grudge at herself. She makes friends reletively easy, but much prefers the company of the opposite gender over her own. Other girls she often has trouble understanding their attitudes, and especialy their bitchyness.

If she sets something in her sights, or someone, she will work with all she's got to reach her eventual goal. Though, especially with someone, she realises the virtue of patience, and will wait for oppertunities, as well as creating them herself when she sees fit.

History: She was born into the Beastcraft, and bred up with it. Runners are in her blood, as she would say. From the day she was old enough she would ride with her father on his runners, though he was always careful not to put her on and of the fiery runners, not wanting any nasty falls to break her confidence. Her mother was not alsways entirely happy with her baby riding runners, but she loved and trusted her mate, and so put up with his enthusiasm.

As she grew, so did her love for all beasts. By the age iof five she was quite happily plodding around on her own astride one of the great draught beasts, and to this day retains a deep respect for their kind, steady nature. Partly because they never threw her off once, and partly because, even from an early age, she knew she could never be quite like them.

But soon her confidence and ability began to overtake her age. She had moved up onto riding the runners, but even so, her father only allowed her to ride the calmer ones. She was doing everything she could with them, jumping them, even racing them with the other boys who could also ride, though never as well as her. Even so, she had her good share of losses, and falls, but her confidence never failed her. Much though she longed to, her father had sternly banned her from even trying to ride his own runner, a sprightly beast he used for delivering messages to long distance holds, and whom he alone rode.

But little did he understand the tanacity and determination of his daughter. That runer she saw as a challenge, and one she was well ready for. A challenge she would win, no matter what.

And one day, when she was 9 Turns old, she did.

Before dawn, she roused, dressed appropriately, and dark, and snuck out of their house to the b. She had already cautioned her little brother, only a toddler and knowing no better than to obay her, to stay quiet, and not tell her parents about her wholly disreputable activities. Reaching the stables, she collected the runners tack, saddled up, and led the animal outside into the yard. The beast was skipping with as much anticipation as the girl, and as she mounted she had to fight to keep him under her control and safely out of the yard. Then, as the sun just broke the horizon, she let him go. The runner needed no further instruction, taking off at a straight gallop into the meadow, Katalyn leaning forward on his neck, hanging on tightly. This was so different from all the runners she had ever ridden before. Why, with this runner underneath her, there was no way those boys could beat her in the races! She could feel every muscle in its back as they pelted across the field, in tune with every movement.

Then it baulked. She hit the ground hard, pain going up her arm. As she sat up slowly, she examined her arm. Good, nothing bad, it just hurt. But what a ride! She had ridder her fathers runner at last! She actually felt rather smug. If a sore arm was all she paid for it, she would be disappointed. Getting unsteadily to her feet, she went after the runner, who thankfully had been trained well, and had stopped a short distance from his fallen rider. She walked him back to the stables, and didi her best to put everything back where it should be, then attended to her normal duties there.

In short, her father soon realised what she had done, for she was soon no longer disappointed in the outcome of her adventure. Still, she would have done it again, and her father knew it. He was more disappointed in her than he was angry at her.

It came that she was of age to begin her apprenticeship, so, of course, she went to the Herderhall for her training, her first time away from home. Yet the 11 turn-old was not scared. Indeed, thin was a new challenge, the greatest in her life! She studied hard, but soon realised that she was not the best in her class, even if she was one of the best runner racers. By the age of 15 she joined the ranks of the jockeys, running (and winning) many races with the now much livelier runners, much more like her fathers.

It was in her 16th turn that the dragons arrived.

At first she knew precious little about these monstrous beasts, but as the year progressed on, she picked up information, a little here, a little there. When she was 17, she saw her first dragon, flying high in the sky over her head as she was relaying messages to one of the holds for her craft. She pulled her runner to a stop, watching as the great beast soared overhead. Then she saw the rider, sitting abreast of the dragon, on its neck. It was then she decided. What a challenge! To ride a dragon! But she was up to it. She had to be.

Upon returning to the crafthall, she was sick to learn that the rider had come to the hall n search. She had missed him! But she was hard at work, training to become a journeywoman, she couldn't give that up. Long ago she had set herself that challenge the dragons would just have to wait another year or so.

And so they did. She tactfully avoided the next search, adamant not to be taken before she completed her studies, but when she finally walked the tables at the age of eighteen, then she knew. I have won my title, now I shall win my dragon.

Position in Family: Oldest of three. One brother and one sister, though she sees little of them, as they are at least 7 turns younger than she.

Pets: None.

Alignment: Probably going to end up a Loyalist, or which ever offers the greatest challenge to her at the time x]

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RP History: Almost two, and I have one character here already x]

Familiarity with Pern: Now re-reading Dragonflight ;]

How you found out about our site: Seriously, I can't remember.




Candidates Only Section:


Desired Dragon Colour: Gold or blue.

Reason for this Preference: She'd make a strong goldrider by my reckoning, but she may be well suited to the adventurous blues too.

Syllable Numbers for Name: Ooh, 2 or 3?

Preferred Starting Letters for Name: K, S or D




For Dragonriders and Candidates to Fill Out:

Preferred Dragon Ability: Rescue/Search Skill, Team Coordination, Agility. In that order of preference, please ;]

[M'kel]

Everything looks great. She should be much fun.

Temporary approval!

[Shikai]

Looks great to me! =D She'll be a great addition to the weyr!

Permanent approval! ^^