Post by yoko on Jul 28, 2019 16:27:16 GMT -8
Name: Thizalee Bendenborn
Pronunciation: Th-izz-ah-lee
Gender: She/her
Age: 20
Turnday: Fall 3059
Weyr: Ice Stone Weyr
Rank: Candidate (will be searched ICly)
Family: Lizal (mother) - Theo (Father) - Unknown Siblings
Friends: D'ust - Merchant who helps her pawn her wares
Pets: None at the moment
Appearance:
Hair Color: Black Hair
Eye Color: Brown Eyes
Skin Color: Umber
Thizalee is a stunning woman at a glance. As a child, she was mocked for her bold features, her thick eyebrows, dark bronze skin, her huge brown eyes, her untamed black hair, and most of all her gigantic hooked nose. If the children of her hold could see her now, they would choke on their cruel words. Her face has bloomed beautifully into her features with age. Where once her face seemed overwhelmed and crowded, now it seemed serene and well-sculpted. She faces the world with a kind and fearless expression, looking every bit the warrior queen she was born to be.
Thizalee is pretty hard to miss, despite her short stature. She carries herself with an air of pride usually reserved for Ladyholders. You will never see her with her head-bowed or her eyes downcast. And her clothing, though made of modest materials, tends to be stylish, with more than a hint of color and natural jewelry. One would never expect a thief to be so flamboyant, which is why it is the perfect disguise. She ensures that her clothing has plenty of folds and concealed pockets for daytime pick-pocketing. For stealthier operations, or travelling about, of course she has standard cloaks and duller clothes, but rarely is she ever involved in anything that would require such effort.
Personality:
Vibrant - Friendly - Outgoing - Brave - Emotional - Fiercely Protective - Generous
Thizalee is a genuinely kind person, whose heart is in the right place, even if her fingers generally are not. She is not at all shy about asking total strangers for assistance, and is generally the first to extend an offer of friendship. She likes to help others in need, especially children, given that she helped raise some of her younger siblings. She’s quite sociable and she loves celebrations and parties, especially feasts because she never turns down an offer for good food.
With all of this in mind, it begs the question of why she would stoop so low as to steal. Well, given the chance, she would laugh her petty thievery off as a hobby, something she engages in because she enjoys the thrill of the rush and getting swept up in nostalgia. She has never been a greedy thief, meaning that she rarely takes enough to be missed, or even enough to live off of properly. The truth would require digging deeper than perhaps she would like… That there were times in her life when there was not enough food on the table, or when she would see some trinket or pet that she was fond of and know that her family could never afford it. There is certainly a void that has never been filled, despite her brush with beauty and success in the weavercraft.
Finally, it is important to make a distinction between kindness and gentleness with regard to Thizalee. Thizalee is a kind woman, but she is not a gentle one. It is never a good idea to declare oneself her enemy, or to hurt someone she loves. She’s not afraid to throw a punch or a kick, and her childhood certainly prepared her for that possibility. She does not back down from challenges, so her enemies should choose their battles wisely.
History:
Fall 3059 - 0 - born-
Spring 3066 - 7 - Pocketed her first fruit
Summer 3069 - 10 - Apprenticed as a weaver by a woman who caught her stealing fabric
Spring 3076 - 17 - Starts attending Gathers and other celebrations to pickpocket
Thizalee was born the eldest daughter of two hardworking beastcrafters in the Southern Boll. While she was the first of their children, she would be far from their last. She was soon followed by two sisters and three brothers, all of whom she was responsible for looking after while her parents were hard at work. The results of this tumultuous upbringing was clear. She grew to be the loudest and most dominant child, taking charge at every opportunity and prioritizing the safety of her youngest siblings, while the oldest would vanish now and then to play.
While she longed to be outside with her younger sisters, she found ways to entertain herself indoors. Her mother had never been a weavecrafter, but had taught her the basics, as they often could not afford to buy new clothes and the older ones needed patching often. Once a chore, Thizalee quickly discovered that by switching out certain clothes, she could make their ragged clothing not only whole, but actually quite beautiful! And so it became a favorite chore of hers.
By her seventh turnday, Thizalee knew the meaning of hunger. Her parents did their best, excellent beastcrafters that they were. They had promised that with the new season, there’d be more work and the price of food would lower with the increased bounty, but it was early spring and they were eating but once a day. Hungry, tired, and desperate, Thizalee and her older sisters carried their younger siblings to market to beg for food. They quickly discovered that the other holders, quite thin and hungry themselves at the time, had little pity for a family of so many “unattractive” children. She was not blind to the disgust in their eyes as they stared at their worn shoes and dirty faces. Just as she was about to tell her siblings it was time to go home, she noticed an inattentive man trying to sell fruits. Anxiously, she carried her youngest sibling over to the stall and slipped one of the fruits into her gown so smoothly that her own siblings did not notice. She was so worried sick over it that she left with that single fruit. But soon hunger overtook pride and worries, and one fruit became ten. And letting her brothers run wild through the market as a distraction became no moral quibble for her. And fruits? Fruits became small game.
By the time she was ten turns old, her family life had stabilized somewhat. She was expected to work with her parents, though she didn’t have any passion for beastcrafting at all. The other children were older and expected to contribute as well, and so the dark and hungry times had ended. But the stealing had not. Now Thizalee stole because it gave her the same fleeting happiness that making an old dress new could provide. It was fun, and she stole many pretty stones, and glass pieces, feathers, and scarves to accent her beautiful cloth-work. Feeling particularly audacious, she attempted to pilfer from a weaver’s stole and her hand was met with a sound smack. She recoiled in shock and dismay.
”I’ve seen you making your way through the market! I knew it was only a matter of time before you came for my wares.”
”I’m not sure what you mean…. I only meant to loo-”
”Uh-uh-uh, don’t you give me your doe-eyed innocent routine. You’re a terrible liar for such a good thief. Now what do you expect the authorities will do to you, when they hear just how much you’ve stolen from the marketplace this Sevendays?”
Panicked, Thizalee looked around for an escape. This woman had been watching her? For how long? What exactly had she seen? Had she heard her name? Maybe she could simply go home and never return.
”That’s a pretty dress you have there.” the weaver purred, looking down her crooked nose at Thizalee’s patchwork gown.
”Excuse me?”
”An old woman could certainly look the other way, if she was given a dress just that fine as payment.”
Thizalee was utterly baffled at first, but eventually caught on. The woman could not fit this particular dress, but Thizalee could certainly fashion another dress in a similar design, with the right materials… She swiftly agreed to make another dress, as many as the weaver would like, if she promised not to tell anyone about her thieving ways.
Of course one dress was not enough, and neither were the twenty that followed. Soon Thizalee was crafting shirts, and pants, and even the occasional leather jacket. Until it became apparent that she had been apprenticed without even meaning to be. The old weaver kept her so busy that there was no time to steal anything, not really. And there was certainly no time to help her parents with the children or with beastcrafting.
Not only that, but her work was becoming somewhat popular. Not that the old weaver would let her claim much credit. Her mentor could be quite harsh about her choice in color or fabric, or claim she was wasting material with her frivolous designs… but Thizalee could tell from the faces of her customers… They loved her work. They loved that she could take such cheap and simple material and turn it into something nobility might want to wear. Not to mention that the fabrics used kept the price of her work low. So that even a struggling family might afford a nice shirt or two.
She had found peace for a while, but the time eventually came for her to walk the tables. Her mentor admonished her, implored her to stay focused on her craft and not to go back to her old ways. At first Thizalee made a promise in good faith to adhere to such conditions. But she wanted to travel as a journeyman, and her travels led to familiar troubles.
It was harder than she expected… Selling her odd-patchwork clothes to a new crowd. Styles were different in other holds, more practical. The money she had saved for her travels was spent more quickly than she expected. Once again, the pain of hunger crept into her stomach. To her credit, she went a day without food before flirting a traveling trader and swindling him out of a good meal. But there was never an ounce of hesitation after.
She learned quickly enough to study the style and fashions of the holds she passed, to find the favorite colors, how they prefer their shirts to fit, the way their skirts would sway. And again the necessity faded, but the thieving did not cease. Especially not now that she could travel from hold to hold with good reason and further avoid suspicion.
All was going well until she tried to lift some expensive fabrics from a local weavecrafter. Although she managed to keep her face concealed, in her frenzied escape, she caught her leg on a broken crate. The injury was quite noticeable, and slowed her down considerably. Rumors flew quickly of a thief with an injured leg. She managed to hide for a moment, and change into some less flattering clothing, but she knew that she would not be able to remain in High Reaches Hold for long. She couldn’t get this leg treated by the locals either. Carrying on as best she could with her injured leg, she paused to rest on a road just outside of High Reaches Hold, when a concerned dragonrider paused to offer his assistance. He offered to help her back to the hold, but she told him that she’d been on her way to the local Weyr, and if he could give her a lift there instead, it would kill two birds with one stone.
Adoption?: No.
Dragon Preferences: Any rank or color is fine. Any gender dragon is fine.
I don’t mind challenging match-ups, but complementary personalities are welcome for her too.
Pronunciation: Th-izz-ah-lee
Gender: She/her
Age: 20
Turnday: Fall 3059
Weyr: Ice Stone Weyr
Rank: Candidate (will be searched ICly)
Family: Lizal (mother) - Theo (Father) - Unknown Siblings
Friends: D'ust - Merchant who helps her pawn her wares
Pets: None at the moment
Appearance:
Hair Color: Black Hair
Eye Color: Brown Eyes
Skin Color: Umber
Thizalee is a stunning woman at a glance. As a child, she was mocked for her bold features, her thick eyebrows, dark bronze skin, her huge brown eyes, her untamed black hair, and most of all her gigantic hooked nose. If the children of her hold could see her now, they would choke on their cruel words. Her face has bloomed beautifully into her features with age. Where once her face seemed overwhelmed and crowded, now it seemed serene and well-sculpted. She faces the world with a kind and fearless expression, looking every bit the warrior queen she was born to be.
Thizalee is pretty hard to miss, despite her short stature. She carries herself with an air of pride usually reserved for Ladyholders. You will never see her with her head-bowed or her eyes downcast. And her clothing, though made of modest materials, tends to be stylish, with more than a hint of color and natural jewelry. One would never expect a thief to be so flamboyant, which is why it is the perfect disguise. She ensures that her clothing has plenty of folds and concealed pockets for daytime pick-pocketing. For stealthier operations, or travelling about, of course she has standard cloaks and duller clothes, but rarely is she ever involved in anything that would require such effort.
Personality:
Vibrant - Friendly - Outgoing - Brave - Emotional - Fiercely Protective - Generous
Thizalee is a genuinely kind person, whose heart is in the right place, even if her fingers generally are not. She is not at all shy about asking total strangers for assistance, and is generally the first to extend an offer of friendship. She likes to help others in need, especially children, given that she helped raise some of her younger siblings. She’s quite sociable and she loves celebrations and parties, especially feasts because she never turns down an offer for good food.
With all of this in mind, it begs the question of why she would stoop so low as to steal. Well, given the chance, she would laugh her petty thievery off as a hobby, something she engages in because she enjoys the thrill of the rush and getting swept up in nostalgia. She has never been a greedy thief, meaning that she rarely takes enough to be missed, or even enough to live off of properly. The truth would require digging deeper than perhaps she would like… That there were times in her life when there was not enough food on the table, or when she would see some trinket or pet that she was fond of and know that her family could never afford it. There is certainly a void that has never been filled, despite her brush with beauty and success in the weavercraft.
Finally, it is important to make a distinction between kindness and gentleness with regard to Thizalee. Thizalee is a kind woman, but she is not a gentle one. It is never a good idea to declare oneself her enemy, or to hurt someone she loves. She’s not afraid to throw a punch or a kick, and her childhood certainly prepared her for that possibility. She does not back down from challenges, so her enemies should choose their battles wisely.
History:
Fall 3059 - 0 - born-
Spring 3066 - 7 - Pocketed her first fruit
Summer 3069 - 10 - Apprenticed as a weaver by a woman who caught her stealing fabric
Spring 3076 - 17 - Starts attending Gathers and other celebrations to pickpocket
Thizalee was born the eldest daughter of two hardworking beastcrafters in the Southern Boll. While she was the first of their children, she would be far from their last. She was soon followed by two sisters and three brothers, all of whom she was responsible for looking after while her parents were hard at work. The results of this tumultuous upbringing was clear. She grew to be the loudest and most dominant child, taking charge at every opportunity and prioritizing the safety of her youngest siblings, while the oldest would vanish now and then to play.
While she longed to be outside with her younger sisters, she found ways to entertain herself indoors. Her mother had never been a weavecrafter, but had taught her the basics, as they often could not afford to buy new clothes and the older ones needed patching often. Once a chore, Thizalee quickly discovered that by switching out certain clothes, she could make their ragged clothing not only whole, but actually quite beautiful! And so it became a favorite chore of hers.
By her seventh turnday, Thizalee knew the meaning of hunger. Her parents did their best, excellent beastcrafters that they were. They had promised that with the new season, there’d be more work and the price of food would lower with the increased bounty, but it was early spring and they were eating but once a day. Hungry, tired, and desperate, Thizalee and her older sisters carried their younger siblings to market to beg for food. They quickly discovered that the other holders, quite thin and hungry themselves at the time, had little pity for a family of so many “unattractive” children. She was not blind to the disgust in their eyes as they stared at their worn shoes and dirty faces. Just as she was about to tell her siblings it was time to go home, she noticed an inattentive man trying to sell fruits. Anxiously, she carried her youngest sibling over to the stall and slipped one of the fruits into her gown so smoothly that her own siblings did not notice. She was so worried sick over it that she left with that single fruit. But soon hunger overtook pride and worries, and one fruit became ten. And letting her brothers run wild through the market as a distraction became no moral quibble for her. And fruits? Fruits became small game.
By the time she was ten turns old, her family life had stabilized somewhat. She was expected to work with her parents, though she didn’t have any passion for beastcrafting at all. The other children were older and expected to contribute as well, and so the dark and hungry times had ended. But the stealing had not. Now Thizalee stole because it gave her the same fleeting happiness that making an old dress new could provide. It was fun, and she stole many pretty stones, and glass pieces, feathers, and scarves to accent her beautiful cloth-work. Feeling particularly audacious, she attempted to pilfer from a weaver’s stole and her hand was met with a sound smack. She recoiled in shock and dismay.
”I’ve seen you making your way through the market! I knew it was only a matter of time before you came for my wares.”
”I’m not sure what you mean…. I only meant to loo-”
”Uh-uh-uh, don’t you give me your doe-eyed innocent routine. You’re a terrible liar for such a good thief. Now what do you expect the authorities will do to you, when they hear just how much you’ve stolen from the marketplace this Sevendays?”
Panicked, Thizalee looked around for an escape. This woman had been watching her? For how long? What exactly had she seen? Had she heard her name? Maybe she could simply go home and never return.
”That’s a pretty dress you have there.” the weaver purred, looking down her crooked nose at Thizalee’s patchwork gown.
”Excuse me?”
”An old woman could certainly look the other way, if she was given a dress just that fine as payment.”
Thizalee was utterly baffled at first, but eventually caught on. The woman could not fit this particular dress, but Thizalee could certainly fashion another dress in a similar design, with the right materials… She swiftly agreed to make another dress, as many as the weaver would like, if she promised not to tell anyone about her thieving ways.
Of course one dress was not enough, and neither were the twenty that followed. Soon Thizalee was crafting shirts, and pants, and even the occasional leather jacket. Until it became apparent that she had been apprenticed without even meaning to be. The old weaver kept her so busy that there was no time to steal anything, not really. And there was certainly no time to help her parents with the children or with beastcrafting.
Not only that, but her work was becoming somewhat popular. Not that the old weaver would let her claim much credit. Her mentor could be quite harsh about her choice in color or fabric, or claim she was wasting material with her frivolous designs… but Thizalee could tell from the faces of her customers… They loved her work. They loved that she could take such cheap and simple material and turn it into something nobility might want to wear. Not to mention that the fabrics used kept the price of her work low. So that even a struggling family might afford a nice shirt or two.
She had found peace for a while, but the time eventually came for her to walk the tables. Her mentor admonished her, implored her to stay focused on her craft and not to go back to her old ways. At first Thizalee made a promise in good faith to adhere to such conditions. But she wanted to travel as a journeyman, and her travels led to familiar troubles.
It was harder than she expected… Selling her odd-patchwork clothes to a new crowd. Styles were different in other holds, more practical. The money she had saved for her travels was spent more quickly than she expected. Once again, the pain of hunger crept into her stomach. To her credit, she went a day without food before flirting a traveling trader and swindling him out of a good meal. But there was never an ounce of hesitation after.
She learned quickly enough to study the style and fashions of the holds she passed, to find the favorite colors, how they prefer their shirts to fit, the way their skirts would sway. And again the necessity faded, but the thieving did not cease. Especially not now that she could travel from hold to hold with good reason and further avoid suspicion.
All was going well until she tried to lift some expensive fabrics from a local weavecrafter. Although she managed to keep her face concealed, in her frenzied escape, she caught her leg on a broken crate. The injury was quite noticeable, and slowed her down considerably. Rumors flew quickly of a thief with an injured leg. She managed to hide for a moment, and change into some less flattering clothing, but she knew that she would not be able to remain in High Reaches Hold for long. She couldn’t get this leg treated by the locals either. Carrying on as best she could with her injured leg, she paused to rest on a road just outside of High Reaches Hold, when a concerned dragonrider paused to offer his assistance. He offered to help her back to the hold, but she told him that she’d been on her way to the local Weyr, and if he could give her a lift there instead, it would kill two birds with one stone.
Adoption?: No.
Dragon Preferences: Any rank or color is fine. Any gender dragon is fine.
I don’t mind challenging match-ups, but complementary personalities are welcome for her too.
