Post by loxxie on May 20, 2014 11:59:59 GMT -8
Name: Melisandre Gemsborn
Pronunciation: mil-eh-SAHN-dra
Gender: female
Age: 19
Turnday: 57.02.01
Weyr: Ice Stone Weyr
Rank: Journeywoman Harper, Singer specialist (spy) | ISW Candidate
Family:
Lesander: Father, 47, Master Miner (gem specialist)
Melliney: Mother, deceased
Lemel: Brother, 26, Journeyman Miner
Sallin: Brother (twin), 23, Journeyman Healer
Linder: Brother (twin), 23, Journeyman Miner
Friends:
Lesander: Father, 47, Master Miner (gem specialist)
Melliney: Mother, deceased
Lemel: Brother, 26, Journeyman Miner
Sallin: Brother (twin), 23, Journeyman Healer
Linder: Brother (twin), 23, Journeyman Miner
Friends:
Pets: Midnight Flit Snicker| 1
Appearance:
No one can ever accuse Sandre of being a large person, at least physically. The Gemsborn family tends to run to the shorter end of heights, and the youngest (and only daughter) is no different. Standing in at only four for eleven in her bare feet, she is often mistaken as a child at first glance. Rather then be annoyed by this fact, the Harper uses it to her advantage. Luckily, though, the small woman has not inherited the bulky frame that her father and two older brothers have.
She wears her hair long as her one true vanity. This isn't the only reason, however. She can use the ink black length as a shield if need be, or as a way to stand out in the crowd, depending on what her mission is at the time. Her hair is thick as a Runner's tail, but thankfully not as coarse. It reaches just below her elbows.
It is glaringly obvious that Melisandre was born in the northern reaches. Hailing from Crom, her skin is very pale and burns easily when out in the sun. Said skin isn't flawless, though. The most noticeable scar the small woman has is on her face. It's not the scar itself, though, that is shocking, but what it causes. Under her right eyebrow, there is a scar left over from a childhood brawl, which causes the hair to grow in white, rather then black like the left.
Her eyes often make others uncomfortable. They're an odd, ghostly shade of blue, almost the color of a lake that has iced over. Her brothers say that their mother had the same eye color, though Sandre wouldn't know.
Personality:
Growing up with four older brothers, and an abusive father has taught Melisandre one important thing : pick your battles. Sometimes the answer is to face things head on and bash your way through, bold as brass. Other times, though, it is better to charm others into doing your work for you as you wait in the back ground.
While secretive by nature, the young woman has come to love being in the spotlight while on stage. Maybe it's the youngest child in her wanting to shine, or maybe it's just to be spiteful and show her father that she can, and HAS amounted to something in such a 'useless' craft.
When it comes to her Harper duties, there is one word that sticks out in Melisandre's mind and it is perfection. Maybe it's a left over fear of being sent home to Crom if she made even one mistake. Maybe it's a need to show her family up, but there has been more the one occasion that an instrument has been seen sailing through the air, only to smash against a wall when a piece wasn't going 'just right'.
The two main reasons that Sandre was 'tapped' to 'collect' information for Harper Hall is her ability to adjust to almost any situation. You need her to be a druge in a major Hold? Done. Need a performer for a Gather? No problem. Pretend to be the youngest, and therefor hardly seen, daughter of a very, very minor Holder? She's the girl you need.
The second, is her ability to get others to open up to her. It's always best to know, a head of time, if an older brother is planning on dunking you in a freezing stream, or if a drunk father is on a war path. If you have a secret, the Harper will do next to anything to get it out of you.
History:
The Gemsborn family has always lived in Crom. Well, for as long as anyone can remember. Strong, strapping men from the family have always been a staple in the mines, and it's almost as if the family can smell the gems in the earth. On occasion, a son would chose a different craft, and the girls were usually sent off to learn a 'proper' craft, like weaving.
Lesander Gemsborn, the oldest out of six brothers, always knew that he would follow in his father's footsteps. He married a dainty little woman from Telgar named Melliney. Their life together couldn't be called 'happy', but both parties had what they really needed. Leander worked in the mines, and made a name for himself while Melliney stayed at home, having children.
Melliney was able to give Lesander three strong boys. First came Lemel, not even a Turn after they were married. Three Turns later, the twins Sallin and Linder joined the Gemsborn family. The birth was difficult on the fragile woman, and the Hold Healers strongly advised against having anymore children. There was a good chance that Melliney wouldn't carry to term, if she were to fall pregnant again.
Of course, Lesander ignored the Healers and four Turns later, Melliney was pregnant again. It was obvious, from the very start, that this pregnancy was taking a toll on her that the previous two had not. She wasn't gaining weight like she was supposed to be. She was often sick, even as she reached the final stages of the pregnancy. The fact that Melliney was close to giving birth made her husband scoff long and loud at the Healers. What did they know? It was obvious that his wife, and their child, were made of stronger stuff.
Melisandre Gemsborn came into the world early in the morning during the coldest part of the winter. Her mother left the world moments after naming her. The Healers had been half right, it seemed. The little, squalling baby girl had survived the birth, but the labor had lasted too long and had been too hard for the already weakened Melliney to survive.
The fact that his wife had died during childbirth, soured Lesander to his daughter. Not only had he lost Melliney, but he didn't even have another son to show for it! No, just a small little girl that no one even knew if she would make it through the next day. Much to her father's distaste, Melisandre seemed to thrive once a wet nurse was brought into the family.
Growing up wasn't easy for the Gemsborn girl. It was obvious that her father resented her, though it truly didn't sink in until the summer that she was five. Lemel had left to take his place as an apprentice at the Miner's craft Hall and the twins were feeling his loss keenly. It was quickly decided that they would go off and play Miners in an empty mine shaft. Of course, Melisandre really had no say in the matter. Who cared what a baby thought, let alone a baby girl?
Things had been going smoothly when they first entered the shaft. Laughter could be heard echoing through, as well as a small, indignant voice insisting that she could too be a Miner, even if she was a girl! Shortly before the sun set for the day, though, disaster struck. The mine shaft that the Gemsborn children had been playing in had collapsed, leaving the three children trapped in the dark.
Melisandre became wild, crying as the darkness began to grow. There had been cave ins before and the Whers weren't always able to reach the Miners in time. That thought alone terrified the small girl. It wasn't until two days later that a ray of light illuminated the face of a chubby Blue Wher and his Handler. It took a long time, but eventually they were rescued.
As they were being led out of the mines into the clear night, their father rushed to greet them. Lesander feel to his knees, drawing Sallin and Linder close to his chest, thanking the Handler and his Wher for saving his sons. It was at that point in time that Melisandre realized that her father didn't care what happened to her.
A few Turns later, the twins went off to their own crafts. Linder followed after his father and older brother and joined the Miners, while Sallin went off to the Healers. Lesander wasn't entirely happy with the decision, but Healing was still a respectable craft. It was during this time, with no one else to focus on, that Sandre became a target for her father's anger. As the Turns had passed, he had began to drink more and more while at home. It was during these drunken time that the small girl was in danger of a stinging slap or a biting kick. No, it was best to make herself scarce when the bottle was sitting at the table, waiting for Lesander.
She was twelve when she was rescued from hell. She had ran from her father, not wanting the beating that was sure to come for 'mooning about and screeching' when she was supposed to be doing her chores. She would never forget what her savior looked like. The Hall had recently been given a Journeyman Harper. He was a tall man, much taller then her father, and his hair was almost golden in the right lighting. His eyes were always so kind and were a curious shade of amber.
He had comforted a young Melisandre, asking why she was running. Once she had explained that she had simply been sitting off on her own and singing, a gleam entered the young man's eye. It took a little coaxing from the Harper, but soon enough the young girl was singing for him, tentatively at first, before growing more confidant.
With a quick reassurance, the Harper left, looking for Leander Gemsborn. After four days of fighting and shouting, it was decided that Melisandre would leave Crom and travel to the Harper Hall to begin her apprentice ship.
It was only a Turn later, when her childish voice matured into a warm honey contralto, that the Singing Master 'tapped' her. The other Masters didn't seem too put out. She was awful at making instruments, her handwriting was too terrible to read, and the only instruments that she had any real talent with was string. When it came to reading music, and perfecting her pitch, though, she excelled.
Her temper got into her trouble during the early stages of her apprenticeship. Her fear of being sent home and her need to be perfect didn't exactly endear her to the other apprentices. She was quick to take offense, and growing up with three older brothers had taught the small girl to fight dirty. It wasn't uncommon for her to be involved in a fight or two. It was during this time that she earned the scar under her white eyebrow.
As she got older, and it became apparent to the Masters of the Hall that she might be suited for information gathering, she began to tame her temper. Before, as a child, it had been wild. Like fire, it was quick to flare, and it burned hot and bright. It was just as quick to die, though, once the fuel for her anger was burned out. If she wanted to be successful at her job, she was told, she had to get a grip[ on her temper. She couldn't take offense at the drop of a hat any more. She needed to be like ice. Let her temper creep along as she kept a firm hand on it. Ice burned just as badly as fire, given the chance.
She was 18 when she Walked the Tables and earned her Journeywoman knots. She had been told, the night before, what her real mission would be. She would spend a Turn back in the North, at a minor Hold, before she would be relocated to Ice Stone Weyr. She was given a Firelizard egg, to help relay information quickly. Said egg Hatched a sevenday later, a Midnight spilling out onto her open palm.
Now, a Turn later, Journeywoman Harper Melisandre finds herself a candidate at Ice Stone Weyr.
No one can ever accuse Sandre of being a large person, at least physically. The Gemsborn family tends to run to the shorter end of heights, and the youngest (and only daughter) is no different. Standing in at only four for eleven in her bare feet, she is often mistaken as a child at first glance. Rather then be annoyed by this fact, the Harper uses it to her advantage. Luckily, though, the small woman has not inherited the bulky frame that her father and two older brothers have.
She wears her hair long as her one true vanity. This isn't the only reason, however. She can use the ink black length as a shield if need be, or as a way to stand out in the crowd, depending on what her mission is at the time. Her hair is thick as a Runner's tail, but thankfully not as coarse. It reaches just below her elbows.
It is glaringly obvious that Melisandre was born in the northern reaches. Hailing from Crom, her skin is very pale and burns easily when out in the sun. Said skin isn't flawless, though. The most noticeable scar the small woman has is on her face. It's not the scar itself, though, that is shocking, but what it causes. Under her right eyebrow, there is a scar left over from a childhood brawl, which causes the hair to grow in white, rather then black like the left.
Her eyes often make others uncomfortable. They're an odd, ghostly shade of blue, almost the color of a lake that has iced over. Her brothers say that their mother had the same eye color, though Sandre wouldn't know.
Personality:
Growing up with four older brothers, and an abusive father has taught Melisandre one important thing : pick your battles. Sometimes the answer is to face things head on and bash your way through, bold as brass. Other times, though, it is better to charm others into doing your work for you as you wait in the back ground.
While secretive by nature, the young woman has come to love being in the spotlight while on stage. Maybe it's the youngest child in her wanting to shine, or maybe it's just to be spiteful and show her father that she can, and HAS amounted to something in such a 'useless' craft.
When it comes to her Harper duties, there is one word that sticks out in Melisandre's mind and it is perfection. Maybe it's a left over fear of being sent home to Crom if she made even one mistake. Maybe it's a need to show her family up, but there has been more the one occasion that an instrument has been seen sailing through the air, only to smash against a wall when a piece wasn't going 'just right'.
The two main reasons that Sandre was 'tapped' to 'collect' information for Harper Hall is her ability to adjust to almost any situation. You need her to be a druge in a major Hold? Done. Need a performer for a Gather? No problem. Pretend to be the youngest, and therefor hardly seen, daughter of a very, very minor Holder? She's the girl you need.
The second, is her ability to get others to open up to her. It's always best to know, a head of time, if an older brother is planning on dunking you in a freezing stream, or if a drunk father is on a war path. If you have a secret, the Harper will do next to anything to get it out of you.
History:
The Gemsborn family has always lived in Crom. Well, for as long as anyone can remember. Strong, strapping men from the family have always been a staple in the mines, and it's almost as if the family can smell the gems in the earth. On occasion, a son would chose a different craft, and the girls were usually sent off to learn a 'proper' craft, like weaving.
Lesander Gemsborn, the oldest out of six brothers, always knew that he would follow in his father's footsteps. He married a dainty little woman from Telgar named Melliney. Their life together couldn't be called 'happy', but both parties had what they really needed. Leander worked in the mines, and made a name for himself while Melliney stayed at home, having children.
Melliney was able to give Lesander three strong boys. First came Lemel, not even a Turn after they were married. Three Turns later, the twins Sallin and Linder joined the Gemsborn family. The birth was difficult on the fragile woman, and the Hold Healers strongly advised against having anymore children. There was a good chance that Melliney wouldn't carry to term, if she were to fall pregnant again.
Of course, Lesander ignored the Healers and four Turns later, Melliney was pregnant again. It was obvious, from the very start, that this pregnancy was taking a toll on her that the previous two had not. She wasn't gaining weight like she was supposed to be. She was often sick, even as she reached the final stages of the pregnancy. The fact that Melliney was close to giving birth made her husband scoff long and loud at the Healers. What did they know? It was obvious that his wife, and their child, were made of stronger stuff.
Melisandre Gemsborn came into the world early in the morning during the coldest part of the winter. Her mother left the world moments after naming her. The Healers had been half right, it seemed. The little, squalling baby girl had survived the birth, but the labor had lasted too long and had been too hard for the already weakened Melliney to survive.
The fact that his wife had died during childbirth, soured Lesander to his daughter. Not only had he lost Melliney, but he didn't even have another son to show for it! No, just a small little girl that no one even knew if she would make it through the next day. Much to her father's distaste, Melisandre seemed to thrive once a wet nurse was brought into the family.
Growing up wasn't easy for the Gemsborn girl. It was obvious that her father resented her, though it truly didn't sink in until the summer that she was five. Lemel had left to take his place as an apprentice at the Miner's craft Hall and the twins were feeling his loss keenly. It was quickly decided that they would go off and play Miners in an empty mine shaft. Of course, Melisandre really had no say in the matter. Who cared what a baby thought, let alone a baby girl?
Things had been going smoothly when they first entered the shaft. Laughter could be heard echoing through, as well as a small, indignant voice insisting that she could too be a Miner, even if she was a girl! Shortly before the sun set for the day, though, disaster struck. The mine shaft that the Gemsborn children had been playing in had collapsed, leaving the three children trapped in the dark.
Melisandre became wild, crying as the darkness began to grow. There had been cave ins before and the Whers weren't always able to reach the Miners in time. That thought alone terrified the small girl. It wasn't until two days later that a ray of light illuminated the face of a chubby Blue Wher and his Handler. It took a long time, but eventually they were rescued.
As they were being led out of the mines into the clear night, their father rushed to greet them. Lesander feel to his knees, drawing Sallin and Linder close to his chest, thanking the Handler and his Wher for saving his sons. It was at that point in time that Melisandre realized that her father didn't care what happened to her.
A few Turns later, the twins went off to their own crafts. Linder followed after his father and older brother and joined the Miners, while Sallin went off to the Healers. Lesander wasn't entirely happy with the decision, but Healing was still a respectable craft. It was during this time, with no one else to focus on, that Sandre became a target for her father's anger. As the Turns had passed, he had began to drink more and more while at home. It was during these drunken time that the small girl was in danger of a stinging slap or a biting kick. No, it was best to make herself scarce when the bottle was sitting at the table, waiting for Lesander.
She was twelve when she was rescued from hell. She had ran from her father, not wanting the beating that was sure to come for 'mooning about and screeching' when she was supposed to be doing her chores. She would never forget what her savior looked like. The Hall had recently been given a Journeyman Harper. He was a tall man, much taller then her father, and his hair was almost golden in the right lighting. His eyes were always so kind and were a curious shade of amber.
He had comforted a young Melisandre, asking why she was running. Once she had explained that she had simply been sitting off on her own and singing, a gleam entered the young man's eye. It took a little coaxing from the Harper, but soon enough the young girl was singing for him, tentatively at first, before growing more confidant.
With a quick reassurance, the Harper left, looking for Leander Gemsborn. After four days of fighting and shouting, it was decided that Melisandre would leave Crom and travel to the Harper Hall to begin her apprentice ship.
It was only a Turn later, when her childish voice matured into a warm honey contralto, that the Singing Master 'tapped' her. The other Masters didn't seem too put out. She was awful at making instruments, her handwriting was too terrible to read, and the only instruments that she had any real talent with was string. When it came to reading music, and perfecting her pitch, though, she excelled.
Her temper got into her trouble during the early stages of her apprenticeship. Her fear of being sent home and her need to be perfect didn't exactly endear her to the other apprentices. She was quick to take offense, and growing up with three older brothers had taught the small girl to fight dirty. It wasn't uncommon for her to be involved in a fight or two. It was during this time that she earned the scar under her white eyebrow.
As she got older, and it became apparent to the Masters of the Hall that she might be suited for information gathering, she began to tame her temper. Before, as a child, it had been wild. Like fire, it was quick to flare, and it burned hot and bright. It was just as quick to die, though, once the fuel for her anger was burned out. If she wanted to be successful at her job, she was told, she had to get a grip[ on her temper. She couldn't take offense at the drop of a hat any more. She needed to be like ice. Let her temper creep along as she kept a firm hand on it. Ice burned just as badly as fire, given the chance.
She was 18 when she Walked the Tables and earned her Journeywoman knots. She had been told, the night before, what her real mission would be. She would spend a Turn back in the North, at a minor Hold, before she would be relocated to Ice Stone Weyr. She was given a Firelizard egg, to help relay information quickly. Said egg Hatched a sevenday later, a Midnight spilling out onto her open palm.
Now, a Turn later, Journeywoman Harper Melisandre finds herself a candidate at Ice Stone Weyr.
Adoption?: No
Dragon Preferences:
Preferred Colors: Ugh! So many choices! Um, let's go with something in the larger half of the range? xD I can't pick!
Cross Impression: Well, I'd prefer a gender matched Impression, but if a male will suit her better, then I'd be ok with that.
Preferred Type(s) of Dragon/Rider Pair: Hm, I think complement or opposite would be interesting o3o
Preferred Personality Traits: The Dragon should have a larger then life personality.
Mauling: Scars are oodles of fun! I'd like her left, mainly, in once piece, though.
Preferred Colors: Ugh! So many choices! Um, let's go with something in the larger half of the range? xD I can't pick!
Cross Impression: Well, I'd prefer a gender matched Impression, but if a male will suit her better, then I'd be ok with that.
Preferred Type(s) of Dragon/Rider Pair: Hm, I think complement or opposite would be interesting o3o
Preferred Personality Traits: The Dragon should have a larger then life personality.
Mauling: Scars are oodles of fun! I'd like her left, mainly, in once piece, though.
I'm happy to add her to the ranks of Ice Stone characters (*waves Shoki's ISW flag in her stead*). 
