Taralo | Candidate Dec 9, 2015 3:45:36 GMT
Post by Harbinger on Dec 9, 2015 3:45:36 GMT
Dragon color preference: Any
- One would be hard-pressed to call this candidate beautiful, or cute, or any variation thereof, though Taralo is not the plain woman her mother is. Rather, she is much closer to being handsome, a rather exotic trait that she manages quite well. She's almost striking, though not in the way that would send men reeling. There is nothing outright feminine about her, but one would have to be very dense to think she is a man.
Taralo has a square face with just enough angle to it to give her that tiny bit of feminism to differentiate herself from any man. Her nose is small and just slightly crooked, indicating it had been broken at some time in the past. Lightly pink lips sit just above the threshold for being narrow, keeping her from having the sourpuss expression of her mother, but also being far from plush or pouty. Somewhat severely shaped eyebrows arch over her narrow hazel-green eyes, giving her a bit of a calculating look. To top it off, she has platinum blonde hair kept in a short style, often spiked up as a fauxhawk.
Light tan skin covers a body that is well-toned. It it largely smooth, though there's a few notable scars. One rather thick scar bisects her right eyebrow and trails up to her hairline, a set of five claw marks stripe the inside of her left forearm, and what was a deep gash runs nearly from hip to knee on the outside of her thigh. These all came from the last dragon hatching she attended. Lastly is a spotty patch on her right shoulder where she received a large abrasion while spelunking the caverns that would become Xian Weyr and the skin didn't quite recover properly.
While she still has the curves one would expect from the daughter of the Head Cook, it's still very obvious that Taralo spends some of her free time working out. Her strength is one of her points of pride, and she will not let anything take it away from her. This rough and tumble child has turned into a rough and tumble woman. Her choice of clothing goes along with this, suited for function, not fashion. Hide lasts longer than cloth, making this choice a non-issue in her mind.
- Taralo has always been the weyrbrat to get into scrapes and fights, and as a woman, she's not much different. While less likely to throw a punch than she used to be, there's still a marked combative streak to her. While her mother may be aggressively caring, Taralo is much less so. When it comes to this woman, there are two options: her way, or the highway. Like it or leave it. Stubborn to a fault, she will not budge when her mind is made and will keep at something until it is finished or until it's destroyed. Or something similar.
As with any human, Taralo does enjoy socializing, though her friends are few and far between. She is far from snarky or cruel, but it takes a certain kind of person to get along with her. Wit is not her strong point, and when she was younger, she was more likely to be the crony than the leader. It can be a bit too easy for this to happen - Taralo has a loyalty streak that runs deep, and anyone that shows they see her worth will find a friend... or at least a body guard. Kindness is not lost on this candidate, even if her way of paying you back is to punch the guy currently giving you a hard time.
Over the past several turns, however, she has certainly come into her own. While always a team player, largely out of necessity because of working in the lower caverns for most of her life, volunteering to prepare Xian helped Taralo take her own place in the Weyr. She takes her job of charting and exploration seriously, especially considering that an entire Weyr depends on it. With her time partially consumed by lone nights deep in the jungle or lost in the deepest caverns, she's started to take more pleasure in the little things in life - a warm blanket on a cold night, bubbly pies, a good game of dragon poker.
- Taralo's beginnings are about as average as one can get within a Weyr - a girl of the lower caverns finding a man whose dragon lost out on a flight. Taralo was not the first nor would she be the last child of Ranis through the years. She spent about half of her time in the creche, the other half under the care of her mother, getting a balanced 'home' life. When Harper lessons came, she wasn't exactly great at picking up the minor points, but she learned well enough. Most children of the Lower Caverns were not destined for greatness, so Taralo was gently prodded towards activities she was good at, and no one suffered.
Still, boys will be boys, and while her scrapes were ignored when she was younger, once Taralo began to bud, their torment increased until she finally got into a fistfight. Once the dust had settled and everyone had been dragged away, Taralo found herself with a broken nose and a broken hand. Recovering wasn't too bad, though her dexterity was diminished somewhat. It was good that the girl had no dreams of being a tailor or a harper as such fine movements were lost.
After her loss and the realization that she really wouldn't succeed in a job with finesse (as well as needing a way to use up pent up energy, since Taralo was getting far too old to be picking fights), she began a regimen of exercising and learning the finer points of boxing. So what if she couldn't play a gitar; no one was going to mess with someone who could chuck a sack of cromcoal two dragonlengths. The weyrbrat would make herself useful as she moved onto more adult chores.
It wasn't until she was about fourteen that Taralo chose to accept her birthright and stand to the egg. With drills, the woman should be just fine to be a rider if a dragon would have her. Taralo could follow orders, and that was a plus. Two hatchings later and she would find herself still alone on the sand. Getting impatient, the candidate decided to add a craft of sorts to her studies. Exploring the jungles around Southern Weyr wasn't exactly a craft, but it required dedication to learn the lay of the land, the ways of the jungle, and how to survive in what could easily become a hostile environment. This continued for the last half of her teen years, with a brief pause around her twentieth turnday when a hatching ran wild and she ended up getting run over by a wayward, arrogant Gold.
When Taralo recovered, she was told about the plans to scout out an area for a new Weyr. Temporarily unhappy with the idea of ever standing to the egg, she agreed to go with the search party that would eventually find the cavern system that would become Xian Weyr. Opting to stay, she became one of the first people to venture into several of the caverns now part of the Weyr and helped map out the corridors and causeways. Eventually came time to start making the caverns livable, and the tough work of excavation was nearly a breeze to the woman.
Soon enough - almost too soon - the Weyr was ready, and people would be flocking in to escape the overcrowding and start a new life. There was even a pregnant Queen coming, which meant once more, Taralo was offered candidacy. Begrudgingly she has accepted, though she's not keeping her hopes up. It's been many years and she's close to aging out. While she doesn't skip her candidate lessons and chores, scouting is a very close second in her priority list.
Dragon color preference: Any