Post by Nihla on Jul 5, 2012 11:37:29 GMT -8
Name: Nihla (surname dropped in order to cut ties with family, will eventually adopt Cliffborn)
Pronunciation: Nee-lah
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Turnday: 3055.11.21
Weyr/Location: Rainbow Mists Weyr (formerly Cliffside Sea Hold)
Rank: Weyrfolk
Family:Ytenil Fischer (father)
Ulalia Fischer (mother)
Benthel Fischer (eldest brother)
Holria Fischer (sister)
Destrelle Fischer (sister)
Welas Fischer (brother)
Tekil Fischer (brother)
Gestelria Fischer (sister)
Intiren Kurlron (foster father)
Silrioa Kurlron (foster mother)
Metcel Kurlron (foster brother)
Weyrmate/Spouse: Good luck.
Friends: None. Nihla doesn't make friends.
Pets: None.
Appearance: Nihla’s rigorous, borderline unhealthy need for self-improvement really does show. Although she does try to avoid hard physical labor as to avoid injuries and calluses, she does maintain a strict training regimen. Therefore, she is almost unnaturally slim with wiry muscles. She stands at almost 1.7 meters (5’6”), but falls a little short. That is not a problem for her, though, since she is still taller than many other females, especially the elderly. Her hair is black, her skin on the darker side of tan, and her eyes are deep brown. Although she tries to remain as perfect as possible, she has many little flaws, all of which bother her deeply. She has a spotty birthmark of a darker brown on the outside of her right forearm which even crawls onto the back of her hand. Her hair, though long and often very well-kempt, is frizzy and often sticks up at odd angles no matter what Nihla does to it (often involving pulling out the hairs in question, but that only serves to make her hair frizzier). Although she covers up most of the imperfections of her face with make-up (which is often expensive, but always worth the cost- if she has to give up some food for the month, that is fine by her), but her button nose is a source of constant irritation. Her left arm is slightly longer than the right, and strangely her right foot slightly larger. Although she is not really aware of it, she is blue-yellow color deficient, so she has trouble differentiating blues and greens, and occasionally blue from yellow but not really as much. It does mean that she has never really understood the difference between Blue and Green Dragons, but one color is female and the other is male. She always has a very rigid posture, shoulders back, head held high, with an expression of serene indifference. She will nod acknowledgement to everyone she sees- after all, being well-liked by all is the key to power.
Personality: It would be easy to call Nihla the most two-faced person on the face of Pern, if she ever let the other face out. She could never stand obscurity- she had enough of that from her family. She carefully built herself to be everything a leader ought to be, at least on the outside. Strong and confident, kind and helpful. Polite, but takes no guff from anyone. Capable, intelligent, driven, pretty, pefect- eventually, after making it through the stuff that good leaders actually were, she started romanticizing the idea of leadership and power. Perhaps she had to begin with. Although she perpetually exuded all of those personality traits like plasma from a wound, on the inside she was petty, jealous, hateful, with a severe superiority complex. Typically, after acting one way for so long, people actually become what they’ve been pretending to be, but not Nihla. She is motivated, ambitious, and never loses sight of her true goals. She certainly could never lose her sense of self. She remembers. She will do whatever it takes to claw her way to the top. She will be the one in charge. No one will forget her. Especially not Nihla herself.
History: Born Nihla Fischer, she had always appreciated the irony of her family name. They had lost their boat two generations ago to debt, and only her eldest brother Benthel had ever gotten a job on a ship since. The Fischers were the lowest of holders, barely above drudges and keeping afloat only through a series of loans that were becoming increasingly harder to pay back. Nihla was a middle child, in that she had two younger siblings (Teskil- male, Gestelria- female) and four older (Benthel- male, Holria- female, Destrelle- female, Welas- male). With two elder female siblings and one younger, she found a lack of attention from siblings and parents alike. Even while young, she found herself sneaking away from the family to go watch other people, and she had a good eye for observation and a remarkable memory for names and faces. As her parents continued to have children despite the fact that they could not afford to feed all the mouths, likely in the hopes that their children would perform labors to bring in more marks to the family, Nihla found it easier and easier to sneak away and people-watch. She quickly puzzled out the hierarchy of the Hold and its Crafters, remembering every influential person who walked through the Hold’s halls, and even admiring them more than a little. She dreamed of one day becoming a master Crafter, and would fantasize about what it would be like for everyone to know her name, and not be just another one of the children. Of course, she could not carry a tune in a bucket, so being a Harper was straight out of the question. As she grew older, she entertained being a Healer, or a Beastcrafter… anything, really. As her parents crawled further into debt, they became more depressed, angrier. Abusive, even. Soon, she was not the only child fleeing from their small home in the bowels of the Hold on a daily basis, even though it got them all in trouble. Her slightly older brother Welas (he was not even a full Turn older than her) began to join her on her excursions. She showed him all of her special hiding places and vantage points. Although her ultimate desire was to be well-known, she was great at sneaking around unseen. Being two of the middle children, they lucked out. Although Benthel was off on a ship already, being third and fourth in line of the remaining siblings meant that they felt the heavy hands of their parents the least. Being missing all the time helped as well. It got to the point where they were gone almost all of the time, finding other places to sleep, and stealing food elsewhere. They were almost never home. And, of course, that became a huge issue when it was finally time for the debts to be paid.
Returning home from a two-day excursion, Nihla and Welas found their small home strangely bereft of people. Most of the important things were gone, although most of the furniture remained. The house looked as if ransacked, but there were no signs of struggle. The two of them waited there for a day and a half, wondering what had become of their family. In the evening of the next day, they found out what happened. Two older males burst in the door to find the two children, Nihla barely even being ten Turns, huddled together on a much-repaired chair under a threadbare blanket. The two adults demanded to know where their families went, but the children honestly did not know. Well, the two debt collectors decided, two children were probably good enough to cover the cost. Nihla clung to her older brother, but he pushed her down from the chair in front of the two. I think, he said, that one girl sold into drudgery should be enough. Nihla’s eyes went wide, stung by the betrayal. She knew Welas was just as scared as she was, and was only trying to save himself. Still. Nihla quickly recovered, sprinting for the door. Unfortunately, the debt collectors were fast, and plucked her up. She screamed and beat her tiny fists against the one holding her as the other snatched up Welas. Nihla went slack in the man’s grasp as they headed out of the holding. She knew she only had one more chance to escape this situation. There was a set of stairs just outside of her home, and as the man went to take his first step down them, she threw her weight against him, knocking him off-balance. They both went tumbling down the stairs, but Nihla was youthful. She took the fall like a champ and dashed off, sparing one last glare for her brother, before disappearing into one of her many hiding spots to wait for the danger to pass. Even so young, she knew that something horrible like this would one day happen, and she spared the event no tears. Now she had to make a name for herself- it was probably the only way she could survive. Being so familiar with the Hold and those who lived within it, she knew that she was not going to be able to live without some sort of family to at least take her in. Although she had no idea what to do now, she went to the first person she could think of to speak to- the Lord Holder himself. She reported the kidnapping and disappearance of her family, which was an extremely troubling event. Although a few searches were apparently made, neither Welas nor her family turned up. A notice was posted about the two men that had kidnapped Welas (after all, Nihla did have an amazing memory for faces), and if anyone saw them, to report to the Lord Holder. Strangely enough, they disappeared just as thoroughly as her parents had. The Lord Holder, taking pity on her, set her up with a foster family. Though her new family was not too keen on having another child, they took her in. Unfortunately, the damage was done.
She was now a little higher up on the social scale, but she remembered what it was like being at the bottom. She was not going to let that happen again. Now that she had a little better start, she began pursuing her goal. She was constantly kind, polite, and helpful to her foster family. She straight-up sucked up to anyone who was above her. She always ate her vegetables, brushed her hair, folded her clothes nicely so that they would not be wrinkled. She always did what she was told, but would offer different solutions to problems as she saw them (politely, of course, and never questioned orders). She worked diligently. When she was fourteen, she began to work out, as those that were fit were more beautiful. She had cut her ties with her family, but never adopted her foster parents’ surname. Even her official papers, for the time being, had just her first name. The longer she worked, the more leaderly she felt she became, the complete lack of progress she was making infuriated her. She applied to the crafts, but was never accepted as an apprentice. She applied to quite literally all of them that were in Cliffside Sea Hold. She was doomed to remain a holder of no note. She resented those that so easily came upon their crafts or were born into positions of power. No matter how hard she worked, she could not get any higher than the station of her adoptive parents. She realized that her opportunities at this Hold were limited. She was even unlikely to become head cook! Or even the supervisor of supplies! At age 18, she applied for transfer to Rainbow Mists Weyr, a place of some infamy, and for once her application was approved. She set out with the yearly tithe, looking forward to a new place to establish herself as the perfect leader, and usurp a position of fame and power at place that was definitely not ready for her.
Adoption?: If Nihla really becomes that important to the site, and I’ve abandoned you guys, feel free to take her up. At that point it’s like… canon fanfiction. Enjoy her.
Pronunciation: Nee-lah
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Turnday: 3055.11.21
Weyr/Location: Rainbow Mists Weyr (formerly Cliffside Sea Hold)
Rank: Weyrfolk
Family:Ytenil Fischer (father)
Ulalia Fischer (mother)
Benthel Fischer (eldest brother)
Holria Fischer (sister)
Destrelle Fischer (sister)
Welas Fischer (brother)
Tekil Fischer (brother)
Gestelria Fischer (sister)
Intiren Kurlron (foster father)
Silrioa Kurlron (foster mother)
Metcel Kurlron (foster brother)
Weyrmate/Spouse: Good luck.
Friends: None. Nihla doesn't make friends.
Pets: None.
Appearance: Nihla’s rigorous, borderline unhealthy need for self-improvement really does show. Although she does try to avoid hard physical labor as to avoid injuries and calluses, she does maintain a strict training regimen. Therefore, she is almost unnaturally slim with wiry muscles. She stands at almost 1.7 meters (5’6”), but falls a little short. That is not a problem for her, though, since she is still taller than many other females, especially the elderly. Her hair is black, her skin on the darker side of tan, and her eyes are deep brown. Although she tries to remain as perfect as possible, she has many little flaws, all of which bother her deeply. She has a spotty birthmark of a darker brown on the outside of her right forearm which even crawls onto the back of her hand. Her hair, though long and often very well-kempt, is frizzy and often sticks up at odd angles no matter what Nihla does to it (often involving pulling out the hairs in question, but that only serves to make her hair frizzier). Although she covers up most of the imperfections of her face with make-up (which is often expensive, but always worth the cost- if she has to give up some food for the month, that is fine by her), but her button nose is a source of constant irritation. Her left arm is slightly longer than the right, and strangely her right foot slightly larger. Although she is not really aware of it, she is blue-yellow color deficient, so she has trouble differentiating blues and greens, and occasionally blue from yellow but not really as much. It does mean that she has never really understood the difference between Blue and Green Dragons, but one color is female and the other is male. She always has a very rigid posture, shoulders back, head held high, with an expression of serene indifference. She will nod acknowledgement to everyone she sees- after all, being well-liked by all is the key to power.
Personality: It would be easy to call Nihla the most two-faced person on the face of Pern, if she ever let the other face out. She could never stand obscurity- she had enough of that from her family. She carefully built herself to be everything a leader ought to be, at least on the outside. Strong and confident, kind and helpful. Polite, but takes no guff from anyone. Capable, intelligent, driven, pretty, pefect- eventually, after making it through the stuff that good leaders actually were, she started romanticizing the idea of leadership and power. Perhaps she had to begin with. Although she perpetually exuded all of those personality traits like plasma from a wound, on the inside she was petty, jealous, hateful, with a severe superiority complex. Typically, after acting one way for so long, people actually become what they’ve been pretending to be, but not Nihla. She is motivated, ambitious, and never loses sight of her true goals. She certainly could never lose her sense of self. She remembers. She will do whatever it takes to claw her way to the top. She will be the one in charge. No one will forget her. Especially not Nihla herself.
History: Born Nihla Fischer, she had always appreciated the irony of her family name. They had lost their boat two generations ago to debt, and only her eldest brother Benthel had ever gotten a job on a ship since. The Fischers were the lowest of holders, barely above drudges and keeping afloat only through a series of loans that were becoming increasingly harder to pay back. Nihla was a middle child, in that she had two younger siblings (Teskil- male, Gestelria- female) and four older (Benthel- male, Holria- female, Destrelle- female, Welas- male). With two elder female siblings and one younger, she found a lack of attention from siblings and parents alike. Even while young, she found herself sneaking away from the family to go watch other people, and she had a good eye for observation and a remarkable memory for names and faces. As her parents continued to have children despite the fact that they could not afford to feed all the mouths, likely in the hopes that their children would perform labors to bring in more marks to the family, Nihla found it easier and easier to sneak away and people-watch. She quickly puzzled out the hierarchy of the Hold and its Crafters, remembering every influential person who walked through the Hold’s halls, and even admiring them more than a little. She dreamed of one day becoming a master Crafter, and would fantasize about what it would be like for everyone to know her name, and not be just another one of the children. Of course, she could not carry a tune in a bucket, so being a Harper was straight out of the question. As she grew older, she entertained being a Healer, or a Beastcrafter… anything, really. As her parents crawled further into debt, they became more depressed, angrier. Abusive, even. Soon, she was not the only child fleeing from their small home in the bowels of the Hold on a daily basis, even though it got them all in trouble. Her slightly older brother Welas (he was not even a full Turn older than her) began to join her on her excursions. She showed him all of her special hiding places and vantage points. Although her ultimate desire was to be well-known, she was great at sneaking around unseen. Being two of the middle children, they lucked out. Although Benthel was off on a ship already, being third and fourth in line of the remaining siblings meant that they felt the heavy hands of their parents the least. Being missing all the time helped as well. It got to the point where they were gone almost all of the time, finding other places to sleep, and stealing food elsewhere. They were almost never home. And, of course, that became a huge issue when it was finally time for the debts to be paid.
Returning home from a two-day excursion, Nihla and Welas found their small home strangely bereft of people. Most of the important things were gone, although most of the furniture remained. The house looked as if ransacked, but there were no signs of struggle. The two of them waited there for a day and a half, wondering what had become of their family. In the evening of the next day, they found out what happened. Two older males burst in the door to find the two children, Nihla barely even being ten Turns, huddled together on a much-repaired chair under a threadbare blanket. The two adults demanded to know where their families went, but the children honestly did not know. Well, the two debt collectors decided, two children were probably good enough to cover the cost. Nihla clung to her older brother, but he pushed her down from the chair in front of the two. I think, he said, that one girl sold into drudgery should be enough. Nihla’s eyes went wide, stung by the betrayal. She knew Welas was just as scared as she was, and was only trying to save himself. Still. Nihla quickly recovered, sprinting for the door. Unfortunately, the debt collectors were fast, and plucked her up. She screamed and beat her tiny fists against the one holding her as the other snatched up Welas. Nihla went slack in the man’s grasp as they headed out of the holding. She knew she only had one more chance to escape this situation. There was a set of stairs just outside of her home, and as the man went to take his first step down them, she threw her weight against him, knocking him off-balance. They both went tumbling down the stairs, but Nihla was youthful. She took the fall like a champ and dashed off, sparing one last glare for her brother, before disappearing into one of her many hiding spots to wait for the danger to pass. Even so young, she knew that something horrible like this would one day happen, and she spared the event no tears. Now she had to make a name for herself- it was probably the only way she could survive. Being so familiar with the Hold and those who lived within it, she knew that she was not going to be able to live without some sort of family to at least take her in. Although she had no idea what to do now, she went to the first person she could think of to speak to- the Lord Holder himself. She reported the kidnapping and disappearance of her family, which was an extremely troubling event. Although a few searches were apparently made, neither Welas nor her family turned up. A notice was posted about the two men that had kidnapped Welas (after all, Nihla did have an amazing memory for faces), and if anyone saw them, to report to the Lord Holder. Strangely enough, they disappeared just as thoroughly as her parents had. The Lord Holder, taking pity on her, set her up with a foster family. Though her new family was not too keen on having another child, they took her in. Unfortunately, the damage was done.
She was now a little higher up on the social scale, but she remembered what it was like being at the bottom. She was not going to let that happen again. Now that she had a little better start, she began pursuing her goal. She was constantly kind, polite, and helpful to her foster family. She straight-up sucked up to anyone who was above her. She always ate her vegetables, brushed her hair, folded her clothes nicely so that they would not be wrinkled. She always did what she was told, but would offer different solutions to problems as she saw them (politely, of course, and never questioned orders). She worked diligently. When she was fourteen, she began to work out, as those that were fit were more beautiful. She had cut her ties with her family, but never adopted her foster parents’ surname. Even her official papers, for the time being, had just her first name. The longer she worked, the more leaderly she felt she became, the complete lack of progress she was making infuriated her. She applied to the crafts, but was never accepted as an apprentice. She applied to quite literally all of them that were in Cliffside Sea Hold. She was doomed to remain a holder of no note. She resented those that so easily came upon their crafts or were born into positions of power. No matter how hard she worked, she could not get any higher than the station of her adoptive parents. She realized that her opportunities at this Hold were limited. She was even unlikely to become head cook! Or even the supervisor of supplies! At age 18, she applied for transfer to Rainbow Mists Weyr, a place of some infamy, and for once her application was approved. She set out with the yearly tithe, looking forward to a new place to establish herself as the perfect leader, and usurp a position of fame and power at place that was definitely not ready for her.
Adoption?: If Nihla really becomes that important to the site, and I’ve abandoned you guys, feel free to take her up. At that point it’s like… canon fanfiction. Enjoy her.
