Simiia|Flit Trader|

[Simile]

I could be mean
I could be angry
You know I could be just like you

Pb: Stephanie Leonidas

I could be fake
I could be stupid
You know I could be just like you

Name Simiia
Pronunciation Sim - EE - uh

Age 20 Turns (3054.02.12)
Season Born in Mid/Late Winter

Gender Female

You thought you were standing beside me
You were only in my way
You're wrong if you think that I'll be just like you

Appearance Once upon a time, Sim had long hair which fell in a slight curl around her frame. It was what her father wanted for her. But as she got older and tried to fight more, she decided to cut it short... which sent him into a rage at one point, which resulted in a couple more scars on her back and arms. But she has kept it short since... and suffered his remarks for it in the past. Her short brown hair is a bit messy in general, which is just the way she likes it. Her eyes are powerful and convey a sense of depth and pain that has been experienced. It is hard for some to look away from the intensity of her gaze... though the expression there in may change depending on her mood... or perceived moods.

She is short. She only stands at five feet and is often taken for being much younger than she is - what with a heart shaped face and her height being less than... impressive for a woman her age. She is rather heavily endowed - meaning she has a rather large breast size... though curves are not exactly her best attribute. She isn't the thinnest woman in the world... nor is she the chubbiest (despite what she may think). She is relatively fit, though perhaps not the healthiest person there ever was.

Her nose is a bit wide and rather blunt in profile while her lips are full, the bottom fuller than the top, though she isn't sure if this is good or bad. AS for complexion, her skin is tan with a bit of a yellow tinge to it - something most often picked up by the types of foods one eats. Besides this, she lacks most any kind of acne, though she does have scarring from such.

If one were to examine her back, shoulders, the back of her neck, her hairline, and her head in general... they would notice hundreds if not thousands of small scars, many of which were self inflicted over time - a form of "cutting" some might suppose in our time, though to her such things never truly occurred... Though it was relief in a way, even when she bled. Others found they were inflicted by another person - her father. Though most of the scars he caused are no longer visible - having faded as she grew - they are still there invisibly on her heart. She has high cheekbones. However both bareslight indentations or bumps in one case where the bone was broken when she was hit and healed a bit oddly, though too most it is not very noticeable.

She most commonly wears whatever is practical, though she loves to wear skirts and dresses and dress up. She really doesn't have these luxuries unless they are gifted to her. In the past, they were not really things expected asked of or thought of for her either as she grew, except on rare occasion by her mother.

You thought you were there to guide
You were only in my way
You're wrong if you think that I'll be just like you
You thought you were there to guide me
You were only in my way
You're wrong if you think that I'll be just like you

Personality
Simiia is good at acting confident, happy, and all around normal. She is good at acting like there is nothing wrong. She is good at putting on a smile and drawing people in. Even when she rather be left alone. Simiia is good at lying to herself.

That's right. Simiia lies to herself on a regular basis. She lacks the understanding of what happiness is, but claims to be happy anyways and acts it. She makes jokes, most of which aren't actually all that funny (a fact she is well aware of) and tries to make others smile and laugh so they can't see how much she hurts inside. She is actually quite depressed and has a self-loathing side that only hears that little voice that has been implanted in her head over her near twenty turns of life. The one that tells her she is worthless, stupid, fat, and unlovable.

But there is a hole forming in this prison which she chips away at every day, trying to find her own true self-confidence, trying to find love for herself and others. But at the same time, there is an anger and hatred for the man who has caused her and her family so much pain over the years and so effectively trapped them that there seems such a darkness ready to over take her and everyone else around her. She wants revenge... but at the same time denies herself that luxury as seeking revenge in that way would only be allowing him to break her after all this time.And she has fought to hard for that. The best way she can think of to get her revenge... is to somehow overcome and show him just how little affect he really has on her life.

While all this is going on inside her, often a raging war from day to day to either become angry, cry, or be depressed... She puts on a brave face and is kind to those around her even to a fault, giving people the benefit of the doubt no matter how much they don't deserve it or if they have turned on her before. Wary, yes, but she can forgive most people... except for a certain someone and a few certain sins.

She has a need to look after the young, the sick, the small creatures around her. It gives her a sense of worth to be able to provide for others and offer protection. Her caged soul finds freedom in being able to nurse a fallen creature and watch it go... As few times as the chance arrives. If one of her charges were to die... It will consume her for some time - even if it is a small life that may not seem significant to the world. It will affect her and nibble at her soul until she figures out what she could have done wrong, or how she could have prevented it. She will often sit and write out, even if only in the sand, everything she can think of... until she has either found an answer or consoled herself enough to move on again.

As for relationships... she is very picky. No man is ever quite good enough... Well there was one. But that is in the past and she rather leave it at that. She wants to be loved for who she is. But when one is unsure of who they are, it makes it quite difficult for them to know how that someone might love them.

She takes to thinking a lot and, for her... words can flow like an art form, though honestly, it is more of an odd talent the way words smooth themselves into lines... Ones that often make little sense even to harpers. They are usually a string of just what she feels.

Simiia will always go out of her way to help someone if she sees them in pain. She hates to not be able to do anything... but often times, that is what happens. There are just certain things... she can't help other people with and she is well aware of that and well aware of them. It is a fact of life that doesn't always sit too well with her... and these times will pull on her heartstrings... but she still manages.

Loyalty is very important to Sim. She will always be loyal to her truest friends even until her death. She will never do a thing to betray them, but she isn't one for beating around the bush. She will tell someone a hard truth whether they want to hear it or not. Sometimes they just need to and she rather be the friend that tells them than watch them walk into a trap later on... but whether they listen or not... well... she isn't going to force anyone.

No matter the damage she has received in the past, whether from friend or from foe... or from family members... she always tries to put others first before herself... Even when being selfish is the smarter path. Most likely the only time she has allowed herself to take the path that might seem selfish... was when she ran away and left. For her own safety.

I could be cold
I could be ruthless
You know I could be just like you

Family (if any)
Rievin - Father, Lord Holder's son
Amisia - Mother, Holder's wife
Masevin - brother, 15 Turns
Emavrii - sister, 14 Turns

I could be weak
I could be senseless
You know I could be just like you

Location Ista Hold, Made it to RMW

You thought you were standing beside me
You were only in my way
You're wrong if you think that I'll be just like you


History
My story begins like everyone else. I was born. We never choose who we are born to. We never choose our families. If I could have... I would never have ended up where I am now. I never would have gone through all that I did. Everything is a prison. Everything is torture. Everything has the potential to be painful. Most especially? Family. More specifically, I should say my family. But living that way for so long... You learn to be numb and hold everything inside. To paste on a smile... and bare it. The lie is easy. The truth is hard.

I was never treated well, though I was the eldest. My mother and I always took the brunt of the abuse. But then... What choice did we have? We had two other children to think of. And mother could bear no more for him. My brother was the chosen one, of course... and I was treated no better than a slave or servant - though I was educated, for that I am grateful. I enjoyed learning. I always have. I wanted to do so much more. I wish I would have been allowed to learn a craft. I wanted to be a healer... or a harper... or something. But instead, I was expected to work in our home and do those chores that my father himself did not want to do while my siblings, though also mistreated, were far more favored than I.

I often times wonder why I did not leave earlier. Why I did not leave to live on my own. But the fact of the matter was... I had tried. I had run. He had foind me. I was beaten. It wasn't as if it was the worst thing he had ever done to me. Amongst verbal, physical, emotional, and sexual abuse... there really wasn't much stopping him. Not that it mattered... A holder's son could always do what he wanted, it seemed. Especially one that had money and means... I was unimportant. I was different and strange. But I blame him for that. For harming me and causing these problems which plague me. I want to blame them all on him... but I suppose. It just doesn't work that way. I have to be held responsible for some of it. I blame myself for most everything. I see myself as always having done something wrong. Always being in the wrong.

But that all changed... Sort of. My mother even told me to run. I was old enough. I could find a way to make it. I needed to stop worrying about her and my siblings... I needed to worry about myself. But... Running... Going off on your own... it really is very lonely. I'm glad that I had my firelizards and my dog with me... I was lucky to get them. It took all the marks I had saved to buy them... starting when I was ten. Though Barly was more a gift for my mother... and Coreena and Max were more because my mom wanted to make something about me.

In all honesty, without them, I would be alone. There is no one for me to lean on and no one for me to talk to about those things which bother me... but Max, Barly, Coreena, Kal, and Laina. They are my family right now... Though I must admit... It is hard for me to even go an hour or two without thinking about how my human family is fairing back where I left them in his clutches. How my father is treating them. He is no real father of mine. He is my biological father. It is the man I consider my father because he raised me, my grandfather, that I have to thank for helping me to get this far... And for helping me get my start in a... not so easy career.

You see... I have taken to finding and selling flitter and huntyre clutches, including Laina and Coreena's, in order to support myself and working jobs cleaning, cooking, and serving... if there is opportunity for me to be paid for them. I keep telling myself I am free now... that this should be freedom, but it isn't. I don't understand what real freedom is. I don't understand how tobe free... and yet... I yearn for it with all my heart.

My travels have brought me across the islands... and to Rainbow Mists Weyr... Just in time for the gather and with a clutch or two in hand... I hope to sell my wares for a handsome some at this winter gather... That seems all I can do. It is better to smile and make the best of it, even if is a lie, than to discourage one's self into the false belief... they can do absolutely nothing. Though I fear my heart may fall into it. I am so used to feeling... numb.

You thought you were there to guide me
You were only in my way
You're wrong if you think that I'll be just like you
You thought you were there to guide me
You were only in my way
You're wrong if you think that I'll be just like you

On my own, cause I can't take living with you
I'm alone, so I won't turn out like you
Want me to

You thought you were standing beside me
You were only in my way
You're wrong if you think that I'll be just like you

You thought you were there to guide me
You were only in my way
You're wrong if you think that I'll be just like you
You thought you were there to guide me
You were only in my way
You're wrong if you think that I'll be just like you

Pet:

Name Barly
Pronunciation Bar - ly
Age 10 Turns
Type Flit
Rank Brown
Size 27 inches
Color Codes
a38d66, 764c22, d5c8af
Personality/Appearance
Barly is a swirl of pale brown colors that range from a dust color to a well... almost barley like color. He is big, bulky, and looks like he should be powerful... but really he is just a joker in the end. His wings are long, a bit too narrow, and marked with bands of lighter and darker brown, though they hold the same cream tones of his over all base.

Barly is a fun-loving jokester who can take things just a bit too far some times. He will steal things, break things, tear things, annoy the others, and cause general chaos about as often as he can... Just because he thinks it's funny. But there is no flitter more protective of Theirs... Or well, as far as Barly concerns himself, anyways. He is determined to be the biggest protector in Sim's life. He is a possessive little beast, though he does allow Laina to boss him around for the most part. He demands attention from Sim and from anyoen who wishes to speak with her or spend any time with His. They have to pass his tests first.

Pet:

Name Arro
Pronunciation are-O
Age 9 Turns
Type Flit
Rank Blue
Size 26 Inches
Color Codes
3dc3f5, 71d7fc, bfedfe
Personality/Appearance
Arro is just a big lanky blue firelizard. Everything about him is lanky and long. His legs are long, his neck is long, his tail is long, his wings are long (almost too long). This makes him awkward in his movements, though in flight... he is rather fast and nimble on the wing. He is a myriad of light sky blues, each that fade into the next nearly seamlessly.

Arro is a very loving flitter as well has highly demanding of Sim's attention. HE often fights with Barly because of this as both often want to be her first and most important firelizard... next to Laina of course who seems ot have taken control of the little fair. All of this aside, he is very gentle at heart, though there is fire in him and a feisty disposition that lends him well in nearly any contest. He won't ever go down without a fight first. Which has landed him in a few... not so great spots in the past.

Pet:

Name Kal
Pronunciation Cal?
Age 5 Turns
Type Flit
Rank Blue
Size 18 inches
Color Codes
008fd0 and 73cee5
Personality/Appearance
Kal is a bit darker than Arro, though they look somewhat similar in their coloration. He is a handsome thing as well, well proportioned and very normal for a blue flitter of his size. And to him... that means he is not particularly magnificent, though his hide is something too look at with its greater variance between its blues than that of Arro.

A little bit envious of the fairs older blue, Kal tends to be very introverted for a firelizard, sticking close to His and Max rather than exploring or spending time with other firelizards... even when there is opportunity to meet others. He would do absolutely anything for Sim... all she has to do is get him to understand her point.

He is a bit of an odd flitter at times. Though he is blue and lacks confidence in himself... he will always chase golds, though he already knows there is very little chance of him actually winning the flight. In fact... he knows he won't win. It is simply because he bleives them to be worth it that he even tries... More worth it than teh flighty and flirtatious greens.

Pet:

Name Laina
Pronunciation Lane - UH
Age 5 Turns
Type Flit
Rank Green
Size 15 inches
Color Codes
c5de92, and 81c566
Personality/Appearance
Laina is a pale mint green color with wings which have more color to them, though they are still more of a mint color than a true green. She looks and carries herself as if she is a graceful princess or queen and often looks more humble in her nature than she actually is. Her pride will often get the better of her however and she will turn into a chittering mass of angry green who thinks she is a queen.

And in fact she does believe herself to be a queen. Even Barly bows to her. She will fly into fits of anger and jealousy at a moments notice if any female... or male for that matter should get more attention than she does even for a minute. And this especially goes for Coreena. This green is in her fair and thus should follow her commands... but the little "queen" doesn't always get her way. She doesn't even listen to Sim all that well... no matter how hard Sim has worked with her.

Pet:

Name Coreena
Pronunciation core - ree - nuh
Age 4 Turns
Type Flit
Rank Green
Size 19 inches
Color Codes
4e6a14, 928f00, and cac65e
Personality/Appearance
Coreena is a slightly bronze toned green that is neither bright nor particularly flamboyant or eye catching. But that doesn't stop her. She is one healthy, active and happy flitter. She has stripes lining her entire body of a yellowish green that is also not a particularly attractive color that form a very intricate pattern that are not quite like tiger stripes across her hide. On her face and in two rings on her tail is a pale even more yellow green... which is almost a bit hard to look at due to its color. It is a good thing it is not too noticeable.

Coreena is very smart for a green firelizard. She learns quickly and generally follows orders and commands, both new and old, with little to no difficulty most of the time. All she really needs is a picture of what you want and she'll do it. Perhaps that isn't smarts so much as being compliant or trusting. But whatever the case, Sim considers her pretty smart. She is incredibly sweet and playful much of the time and always enjoys a good game. Especially a game of find the eggs. She understands that this is a very important "game" to hers and she will do anything to please Hers so that she will love her. SHe loves to flirt with the blues and with Barly, and, well, any male she comes across really. She generally prefers a bronze to a blue, however... but that doesn't stop her fro flirting with every blue she meets.

Pet:

Name Max
Pronunciation Max
Age 3 Turns
Type Canine
Rank Working
Size Large
Color Codes
362f2d, a37a51, ebebeb
Personality/Appearance
Max is a rather large female with a more muscular physique - one gained through hard work rather than just pure breeding, and a rather striking mixture of coat colors which range from a near black to a very light, nearly white gray. She has long legs, built for strength rather than speed... though don't think for a moment that that means she couldn't catch you if she had a mind to. She is a furry thing - probably better suited to the cold than the heat and has a tendency to shed a lot. Which has lead to Sim clipping her fur from time to time.

Max is loyal to the very end to Simiia. She would stay by her side even if it meant her own death. She is a rather loveable canine who will sleep beside Sim at night when she is alone. When Sim is afraid, she will sit with her and keep a guard over her even when she does finally fall asleep. She would never let someone get to Sim easily if they meant harm and the moment that someone shows the intent to commit harm, to Sim or someone that the girl or their little family, Max will jump in without hesitation. She is a very intelligent dog and seems to be able to tell who is worth trusting for Sim and who isn't... though if Sim actually listened, it would be more useful.

I could be mean
I could be angry
You know I could be just like you
Lyrics by Three Days Grace

((going to need help adapting her, I know. x.x Please note - she and Bellatora are based on myself at different points in my life. x.x))