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Personal Information
Name: Beth
Email Address: amberflydragon@hotmail.com/tigrelliyth@hotmail.comAge: 22
AIM/MSN Messenger:AIM/Yahoo: Aeryonn MSN: bwithr@hotmail.com
Kitchen Table ID: Ambrilaeryeth
Number of Pern books read: several
Character Information
Name: Maer
Pronunciation: mare
Gender & Sexual Orientation: female/hetero/bi if needed for dragonet
colour
Rank: candidate/Apprentice Harper - Hammered Dulcimer
Location: Ista Hold
Age: 17
Birthplace: Ista Hold
Family & Location: Maer's Mother, Maela, a Master Farmcrafter, works
the citrus groves at Ista, and her father, Ersik, plies the seas as
a fisherman for the same Hold. Maer has two brothers, Erl, age 26,
and Masik, age 20; two sisters, Melska, age 20, and Silke, age 12.
Erl is handfasted to Sulia, and they have three children. All of
Maer's siblings exist on or on the seas around Ista island.
Significant others: Maer has no significant attachments right now.
Appearance: Maer is a pretty girl, but by no means stunning. Her
hair is very straight and silky, of a colour somewhere between
blonde and brown and it's cut sharply at her chin, though she
usually ties it back into a very short, high ponytail. Her eyes are
a steady brown, set wide in her face, and they typically give her
somewhat of a startled-deer look. She stands 5'8, and is constantly
bemoaning "the body that never grew" though she secretly hopes that
she spent her first years getting taller, and will spend her next
years getting rounder. She's very pale, in part because she spends
much of her day inside at her instrument, but she's prone to
burning. Her brothers, who both work the seas, insist that if she'd
spend enough time outside to get really burnt a couple of times
she'd develope a tan and stop looking so pasty, but Maer's never
been interested enough to try. Maer's most beautiful feature rests
in her hands, which are long and tapered, and perfectly suited for
the playing of instruments.
Maer can typically be found in long skirts and tunic tops made of
thin gauzy material - the tropical weather at Ista affects her
greatly, and she finds that the complete covering shades her from
the sun, while the light material allows for the breezes to reach
her skin. She loves pale, pastel colours, and especially white,
though she knows better than to wear it too often - it's too easily
dirtied! Maer carries no weapons, and wears no jewellery, though she
does have a large conch shell that she takes with her where-ever she
goes.
Personality: Maer tends toward solitude, and is more comfortable
performing in front of a crowd than being in the crowd. Smoke
inhalation at a very young age damaged her vocal cords, and she
speaks with a husky, crackling voice, which embarasses her greatly,
despite it's familiarity. She loves people very much, and thrives on
being in the company of others, but rarely has much to say.
History: Maer was born at Ista hold, third child and situated
immediately after a set of twins. Her young childhood was bright and
merry, and is remembered as constantly sunny, even though she's
certain there were the occasional storms. She loved the quiet
coolness of the orchards that her mother tended with such care, and
also enjoyed the thrill of life on a boat - though youngsters were
rarely allowed on her father's fishing crafts.
When she was six years old, Maer was playing quietly in the
gardening shed by herself, tossing a dirt clod from one hand to the
next and high into the air, pretending to be one of the jugglers
that had performed at the recent gather. The dirt-ball was
accidentally tossed too hard, and it knocked into a candle that had
been set on the potting table - Maela loved the sent of burning
candles while she worked in the relative darkness, and hadn't
thought to change it out for a glowbasket when she'd stepped out
momentarily and left her daughter alone. The candle toppled onto the
pruned remains of a plant, which ignighted quickly, and were sitting
on the wooden table. Maer watched the fire in delight for a moment
before realising that she was caught - and by that time, the cabin
had filled with smoke. Coughing, and eyes tearing up, Maer struggled
to the door, only to find it burst open by her elder brother Erl,
home for a day from the boat he was apprenticing on. The young man
carried his baby sister from the inferno, and the fire was put out,
but irreparable damage had been done to Maer's throat.
The next several years of Maer's life were spent holding close to
her mother's skirts - the young girl rarely spoke, and refused to
leave her mother's side. But when one of the Harpers who frequented
Ista's Harper Hall sought out the young girl because of her shyness
and set her to learning his harp, her life blossomed again. Maer
apprenticed to the Harper, and soon learned that while she loved all
instruments, the Hammered Dulcimer, with it's beautiful voice, was
her favourite.
Maer sustained no real damage to her self in the fire, other than
the warping of her voice, but she'd always convinced herself that
that was enough to keep her from Impressing - what dragon could want
a rider who always sounded ill? So it was with great suprise that
she found herself staring a Searchrider in the eyes as he told her
his dragon considered her candidate Material...
Colour Pref: Gold, Brown, Blue, Green
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