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05.Jan.20, 08:32 PM
August
Candidate
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Gemma Arterton
Important Details
Original Name: N/A
Pronounced: N/A
Honorific: N/A
Pronounced: Ah-gust
Nicknames: Auggie
Dragon Name: N/A
Dragon Pronounced: N/A
Dragon Colour: N/A
Wing Assigned: N/A
Wing Rank: N/A
Primary Rank: Woodcrafter
Secondary Ranks: Sr. Apprentice
Place of Birth: Fort Hold
Date of Birth: 15.01.716 AL |
Searched/Stolen By: R'kar ofBrixith
Searched/Stolen Date: 05.02.739
Impression Age: N/A
Physical Age: 24
Aged Out: N/A
Exiled With: N/A
Partner: N/A
Pronounced: N/A
Honorific: N/A
Pronounced: Ah-gust
Nicknames: Auggie
Dragon Name: N/A
Dragon Pronounced: N/A
Dragon Colour: N/A
Wing Assigned: N/A
Wing Rank: N/A
Primary Rank: Woodcrafter
Secondary Ranks: Sr. Apprentice
Place of Birth: Fort Hold
Date of Birth: 15.01.716 AL |
Searched/Stolen By: R'kar of
Searched/Stolen Date: 05.02.739
Impression Age: N/A
Physical Age: 24
Aged Out: N/A
Exiled With: N/A
Partner: N/A
Appearance
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Hair: Dark brown
Height: 5'3"
General Appearance:
August is of a medium height standing around 5’3” tall and is curvy. She has a classic hourglass figure and dark hair. Her hair is worn long or short whatever suits her mood at the time. Her hair tends to be a dark brunette that occasionally bleaches out to a reddish hue in the sun. She has a wide generous mouth that smiles often and dark brown eyes. Her cheeks and well-shaped nose are splattered with a riot of freckles. Her nose is slender and comes to a slight point at the tip, sitting well between those sharp cheekbones, neither crooked or bent. Her chin tells of the stubborn nature the woman possesses and it is a bit sharp.
She has a subtle strength from working with the wood of her craft. Her arms are trim and her back is strong. She has a gentle smell of sawdust and dirt that she’s told is never overpowering. Her elegant hands are covered in the nicks and scars of her craft. Though she is proud of her craft her hands embarrass her and she will often hide them from other people's sight.
Dressing Style: Comfortable and easy, August wears what fits and what is going to be comfortable while she works.
Personality
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August is a woman who loves life and everyone in it, she’ll make no excuses for it. She has a fondness for children and crotchety old curmudgeons. She does everything with her whole heart, from her woodcraft to her lovers, she gives her all for the time it takes. She has a stubborn streak a mile wide, once she sets her mind to something she rarely deviates. She doesn’t mind if someone tries to change her mind and if the argument is good she just might let it happen. She can be quite hard-headed and she has no problem slapping someone with a chunk of wood. She is artistic and this can be seen in the little whittles of wood she has around her. She loves what she does and she loves getting her hands filthy. She doesn’t mind the splinters, the dirt or the saw dust, all that matters is the beauty that comes at the end.
August is a tough chick, she doesn’t let much get her down and it takes a lot more than a few words to prick her skin. Her father taught her the value of hard work and August is never far from the idea that as long as she works hard enough, she’ll get far enough. She has a strong sense of morality, her sense of what is right and what is wrong is somewhat black and white. On a subconscious level, August knows that there is a grey area but she chooses not to see it or use it. For someone as stubborn and independent as she is, August is rather idealistic and has the belief that as long as people do what is right and good, everything will turn out the way it’s meant.
Habits/Mannerisms: Chews her finger nails and drums her fingers on tables when she's annoyed.
Opinions: These can be kept short and sweet; a sentence will suffice.
Threadfall Theory: August doesn't really know what to think. The dragons are back so that must mean thread is going to be back. Right?
Stealing/Kidnapping: She has no real opinion about it, she probably would have thought it idiotic.
Weryrleader S'kef: N/A.
Firelizards: Excited and couldn't wait to get herself one
Women's loss of honourifics: N/A
Return North: N/A
History
Father: Augrute, b.678
Rank: Master Woodcrafter
Mother: Gustine, b.690
Rank: Apprentice Harper
Siblings:
Children:
716 & 0: Birth
720 & 4: The birth of her youngest brother. He'd become her biggest fan and biggest supporter.
726 & 10: Started widdling small things behind her father's back. She showed an aptitude with carving and making things in wood.
728 & 12: Rust shows her father a toy she made, the man was both proud and irritated. He'd thought one of his other sons had done it but Rust told him August had. Her father started paying more attention to her.
732 & 16: After a convincing argument from her brother, August decided to join him in apprenticeship. Her father was dubious but let it happen. Rust and August were his only children who showed an interest in wood. Might as well entertain the idea.
734 & 18: August moved quickly through apprenticeship, going from the junior position to senior rather quickly. She met Mederick during this time and fell rather hard for the journeyman. They fell in love hard and into each other's beds quickly. August becomes pregnant.
735 & 19: The birth of her son Audrick. August adores the dark-haired little boy with his father's laughing eyes. They were wed not long after his birth. And they were happy for a short period of time.
738 & 22: An illness swept through, fever and coughs that were painful. August pulled through but Mederick did not. Married less than three turns and a widow. August was devastated and it was only her son and her craft that got her through it. Her father told her to find someone else, that she'd forget the man quick enough but August couldn't see such a thing.
739 & 23: Grief was what she'd insist had her agreeing, but August knew it was a little bit of grief and a lot of independence that had her saying yes when a chance meeting with R'kar ofblue Brixith had her searched and asked. Fort Weyr wasn't that far away, close enough that August could visit when she needed and her family was full of tears when she left to take a chance on a new future. Her father wouldn't let her take Audrick with her and she didn't force the issue. She'd seem him when she wanted, R'kar had promised.
740 & 24: So far August has only stood for a few clutches outside Fort. She has not impressed yet. She sees her son when she can and has quite decided that she is exactly where she needs to be. She still practices her craft, even here at the weyr, but it isn't the very end of all she thinks now. Now she has the opportunity to become something more and so she shall.
Rank: Master Woodcrafter
Mother: Gustine, b.690
Rank: Apprentice Harper
Siblings:
- Gusate, b. 710 (brother)
Tinrute, b. 714(brother)
Rust, b. 720 (brother)
- Mederick, b. 713 d. 738
Children:
- Audrick, b. 735
716 & 0: Birth
720 & 4: The birth of her youngest brother. He'd become her biggest fan and biggest supporter.
726 & 10: Started widdling small things behind her father's back. She showed an aptitude with carving and making things in wood.
728 & 12: Rust shows her father a toy she made, the man was both proud and irritated. He'd thought one of his other sons had done it but Rust told him August had. Her father started paying more attention to her.
732 & 16: After a convincing argument from her brother, August decided to join him in apprenticeship. Her father was dubious but let it happen. Rust and August were his only children who showed an interest in wood. Might as well entertain the idea.
734 & 18: August moved quickly through apprenticeship, going from the junior position to senior rather quickly. She met Mederick during this time and fell rather hard for the journeyman. They fell in love hard and into each other's beds quickly. August becomes pregnant.
735 & 19: The birth of her son Audrick. August adores the dark-haired little boy with his father's laughing eyes. They were wed not long after his birth. And they were happy for a short period of time.
738 & 22: An illness swept through, fever and coughs that were painful. August pulled through but Mederick did not. Married less than three turns and a widow. August was devastated and it was only her son and her craft that got her through it. Her father told her to find someone else, that she'd forget the man quick enough but August couldn't see such a thing.
739 & 23: Grief was what she'd insist had her agreeing, but August knew it was a little bit of grief and a lot of independence that had her saying yes when a chance meeting with R'kar of
740 & 24: So far August has only stood for a few clutches outside Fort. She has not impressed yet. She sees her son when she can and has quite decided that she is exactly where she needs to be. She still practices her craft, even here at the weyr, but it isn't the very end of all she thinks now. Now she has the opportunity to become something more and so she shall.
Education
Craft: Woodcrafter
Specialty: Furniture and toys
Craft Rank: Sr. Apprentice
Date Apprenticed: 12.06.732 AL
Date Tapped: N/A
Mastership Obtained: N/A
Education Details:
August can do her numbers and she can write exceptionally well. She was never taught more than maths and writing, but she was taught what she needed to know to be able to create beautiful furniture and toys.
Specialty: Furniture and toys
Craft Rank: Sr. Apprentice
Date Apprenticed: 12.06.732 AL
Date Tapped: N/A
Mastership Obtained: N/A
Education Details:
August can do her numbers and she can write exceptionally well. She was never taught more than maths and writing, but she was taught what she needed to know to be able to create beautiful furniture and toys.
RP Sample
She was focused, dark eyes not seeing much else except the piece she was working on. A lovely desk that she'd decided to gift the bluerider that had searched her with. Nothing else mattered at that moment as she carved a relief of a dragon in flight across the side of the desk. It was going to be one of her favorite pieces she knew, knife moved with the grain carefully and she was already making a list of the things she would need to finish it. Stain for sure, she could find it somewhere in the weyr and she would probably need a little more wood. Maybe she could work in a pencil stop somewhere. Her brow furrowed as she thought about the things she would need.
Her mind started to wander as she worked. Thoughts and images of her family. Of her son. Of Mederick. She missed him. Missed her brother and her son. Her bright little boy that looked more and more like his father. Her brother that had gently forced her in a direction she never would have taken otherwise. A small wistful smile played across her lips at the thought of Rust and Audrick. She missed them and now she was here at Fort Weyr, waiting to impress a dragon of her own.
Her father had been angry when she'd agreed to the search by the awkward bluerider R'kar. Rust had been delighted and she'd been angry when her father had refused to let her bring her son. She understood why, being raised in a creche probably wasn't the best thing and August had finally relented before waving a teary farewell to her family. And now she was here. Standing for clutches and making things out of wood. Who said a person couldn't have the best of both worlds? She hissed out a breath when the knife nicked her finger and she stuck it in her mouth immediately. "Damn it," she mumbled around the finger in her mouth and set the knife down. That's what she got for not paying attention and reached for a rag to wiped the blood off the desk.
She cocked her head and grinned. R'kar would never know.
Her mind started to wander as she worked. Thoughts and images of her family. Of her son. Of Mederick. She missed him. Missed her brother and her son. Her bright little boy that looked more and more like his father. Her brother that had gently forced her in a direction she never would have taken otherwise. A small wistful smile played across her lips at the thought of Rust and Audrick. She missed them and now she was here at Fort Weyr, waiting to impress a dragon of her own.
Her father had been angry when she'd agreed to the search by the awkward bluerider R'kar. Rust had been delighted and she'd been angry when her father had refused to let her bring her son. She understood why, being raised in a creche probably wasn't the best thing and August had finally relented before waving a teary farewell to her family. And now she was here. Standing for clutches and making things out of wood. Who said a person couldn't have the best of both worlds? She hissed out a breath when the knife nicked her finger and she stuck it in her mouth immediately. "Damn it," she mumbled around the finger in her mouth and set the knife down. That's what she got for not paying attention and reached for a rag to wiped the blood off the desk.
She cocked her head and grinned. R'kar would never know.
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