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Candidate Raiwyn
Jamie duskdog717@yahoo.com

 

Common Knowledge: Raiwyn isn't charismatic in the least, but she is undeniably a strong presence with a knack for garnering attention, both good and bad. She's forceful, often bullying, and prone to doing her own thing even when it gets her in trouble. Rumor has it that she has bedded a man or two in her time, but near as anyone can tell she strongly prefers females as partners, and submissive ones at that. She gets attached easily and there has been more than one confrontation with romantic rivals because of her jealousy. Many young Weyr inhabitants find her scary and best avoided.

Character Name: Raiwyn

Birthdate (age): 01.08.3300 (21)

Gender: Female

Birthplace: A cothold beholden to Telgar Hold
Current Location: Last Hope Weyr

Family:

Mother - Renolwyn, deceased in earthshake

Father (supposedly) - Raif, journeyman woodcrafter in the Telgar area, current status unknown

Half-brother - Rolfeo, 17, Last Hope Weyr, candidate

Half-sister - Fieran, deceased in plague

Half-brother - Renolfi, 12, Last Hope Weyr, weyrbrat

Half-brother - Fenol, deceased in plague

Half-brother - Relfin, deceased in plague

Half-sister - Rola, deceased in earthshake

Physical Description: Raiwyn is moderately tall for a woman at 5'9", but doesn't carry a woman's build at all -- she's thin, built stick-straight from the short, stray black hairs that stick up on top of her head to the bottom of her thick-soled boots. Rather than soft, padded curves, she's all lean, ropy muscle, with a painfully flat chest and long, gangly limbs. Her fingers are long, too, and probably her prettiest feature if anyone ever bothers to notice. The only features she shares with her surviving brothers are her pale skin and pale blue eyes, but she lacks the freckles and both features are moderately odd-looking considering that her hair is black as night. It has been pointed out that she and Rolfeo also share the same haircut -- cropped to no longer than an inch or two -- but Raiwyn has a cowlick from hell that makes it almost impossible to comb every single hair down flat. Usually she just runs her fingers through it and lets it go.

Personality: Raiwyn is ambitious, but isn't the type to be sneaky about it. No, she's all forceful personality and sometimes physical force, too. She'll bully her way through anything set in front of her, not because she's stupid (not at all), but because that's just what works for her. Efficient, effective results with a minimum of fuss. Obviously she isn't sensitive about anyone's feelings, and believes that sometimes the ends justify the means. She's often disagreeable, sometimes downright mean, and makes a lousy listener, but she can be surprisingly gentle with her lovers and gets very attached to them very quickly. One would think that having as bad a temper as Raiwyn does would mean that she's as thin-skinned as her brother, but it's the exact opposite -- just when you think you're really getting to her, she'll laugh it off. She's just that confident: she doesn't have a doubt in the world about herself. Her best quality is probably decisive action. She doesn't hem and haw over anything, she just follows her instincts, jumps right in, and usually makes it through okay. Wishy-washiness in others is something she despises, and she'll drag others into following her just so she doesn't have to suffer through their spinelessness. It's probably also safe to say that this girl isn't afraid of anything. Her favorite chore, and specialty, is hunting tunnelsnakes, but she'd relish the opportunity to hunt something bigger or more vicious. Anything less active or challenging just bores her to tears, and when Raiwyn is bored she starts contriving ways to amuse herself... beware.

The fact that she didn't Impress a fighting dragon when several other girls did, and that she failed to Impress Truth, and then *again* failed to Impress from Truth's clutch hasn't shaken her confidence any. But it has certainly made her more angry and more determined. She admires Perone very much (Rolfeo has even teased her about having a crush, but she busted his nose for it, so who knows?), but that doesn't mean she wouldn't try to wrest control of the Weyr from her if given half the chance. Color equality works in her favor, Raiwyn has decided -- even if she doesn't Impress gold, she can still snag herself a brown or blue, or even a green, and work things to her advantage. Somehow. She'll cross that bridge when she comes to it -- she always does.

History: Raiwyn was born to a sixteen-turn-old girl at a small cothold in Telgar territory. Her father was supposedly a travelling woodcraft journeyman by the name of Raif, but by the time the pregnancy was discovered, he was long gone, and with him, Renolwyn's hope of ever salvaging her reputation. There was the expected blow-up with Renolwyn's parents, the usual punishments and threats, but eventually they calmed down and resolved to take care of their daughter and her new baby girl... she had a pretty face, so maybe there was still a man who could be found who would take her on.

At least, maybe there would have been, had Renolwyn not come up pregnant again four turns later. This time they had had enough, and they disowned the girl completely. Renolwyn, with nowhere else to turn, sought refuge for herself and her little girl at Telgar Weyr, and gave birth to Rolfeo a few months after her arrival. Raiwyn has some fuzzy memories of hold life, and some of them are even pleasant, but she's smart enough to know that a girl like herself could never have thrived in such an environment. No, the Weyr was best for her, plague and earthshake and all. Her mother found a steady mate in a young bluerider, but he and a few of their children died in the plague, and then, when they moved south with the survivors, Renolwyn and one of the surviving half-siblings lost their lives in the earthshake.

What was there to do but press on with her life, same as all the other survivors? She still has some time to Impress, and she'll keep standing until they drag her off the sands.