Post by Boobalicious on Feb 23, 2008 3:23:08 GMT -5
General Information
Name: Tunimi
Age: 8
Gender: Female
Sexuality: N/A
Rank: Sanctum Weyrbrat
Appearance
Hair: Pale blond
Eyes: Dark blue
Height: 4’4
Over-All:
Your typical wher-whelp. Tunimi is of roughly average height for her age and sports a long and lanky build typical of most young children. She’s not chubby at all, though there’s the faintest hints of baby fat still clinging to her face. Her eyes are large and expressive, but from a distance it’s impossible to tell their color… many mistake them as brown due to their dark shade. They’re framed with long but pale lashes. Her hair hangs in unruly, pale blond wisps around her eyes and face, falling down her back when left loose. And no matter how tightly it’s bound at the start of the day, she always comes back with it at least half tumbled and straggling into her face.
Tunimi’s skin is smooth and soft except for the usual scrapes and bruises of an active weyrbrat. Although she spends much time outdoors to vent her endless energy, her complexion remains peaches-and-cream fair, although she will and does burn if left unprotected beneath Rukbat’s rays for too long. A short snub nose ends above a mouth always open in laughter or spread in a smile. She’s usually seen in play clothes, garments that have definitely seen better days, but are as well cared for as any other weyrbrats’.
Personality
Sweet-natured and all around happy, this little girl may be just another weyrbrat, but she tries her best to spread the cheer. No one can deny that she’s oddly affectionate; she just can’t help loving on someone who’s down in the dumps, and seems to have an innate talent for sensing said individuals. Then again, children work in mysterious ways. She’s persistent, insisting that someone ‘needs a hug’ or ‘a pasty’, though the latter is just as likely to be an attempt at getting one for herself as someone else.
Around other children however, her demeanor changes somewhat. She’s still friendly and outgoing, but can be downright bossy at times, ordering other ‘brats about as though it were in the natural order of things to do so. Some of the children follow her commands willingly, but others may resist. Those that do are quietly ignored until they decide perhaps having her as a friend wouldn’t be such a bad idea. Even so, Tunimi is not particularly prone to tantrums or fits; if she doesn’t get what she wants by asking politely for it, then she has other means of achieving her goals and desires.
It seems that the little girl has already learned the values of flirting, and won’t hesitate to bat an eyelash here or flash a sweet smile there if it will charm her unsuspecting victims into getting her whatever it is she’s after. She’s not particularly clever, but she’s definitely not stupid either, and has a tendency to be somewhat impulsive, even by children’s standards. Unlike most weyrbrats, Tunimi has a keen fascination for the dragons that populate the weyr; it’s not uncommon to find her chattering animatedly at any poor beast who doesn't see her in time to fly away. Not even the largest bronze puts so much as a hesitation in her step, although she tends to be warily respectful around queens.
History
Tunimi was born, like all weyrbrats, in Sanctum Weyr in the middle of a particularly cold winter’s day. Her mother was a greenrider who’d been just out of weyrlinghood upon conception, Tunimi’s father the rider whose blue had caught the young woman’s green. If he even knew that she carried his child, he was plainly not interested. At a loss, the inexperienced mother reluctantly gave her child over to the creche where she would have better care than the greenrider felt she could give her.
And so it was that Tunimi became one of the horde, growing up with the rest of the anonymous if adorable faces that made up the nursery’s population. As they grew older, some of the children were taken in as fosterlings, while others were left to the caretakers in the creche. Tunimi, despite her adorable smile and willing laugh, was often deemed too ‘rambunctious’ for most riders and therefore was left behind. However, if she noticed, she clearly didn’t have a care, as she was perfectly happy climbing on whatever unfortunate soul had nursery duty. Even as a tot, she enjoyed being with people and learning and having fun.
As she grew older, the little girl took to wandering away from the nursery and exploring on her own, much to the weyrfolk’s consternation. She was quite firm about establishing her independence in her own firm but no-fuss way; she would always go back to the creche if the adults insisted, but the moment their backs were turned, she was gone again, though she could usually be found in the kitchens begging for pies and pastries with a charming, gap-toothed smile. Such as a life of a weyrbrat, and not much has changed since then. She spends almost no time in the nursery now, the caretakers having long since given up trying to keep her there.
