Name: Mireia
Age: 17 Turns
Gender: Female
Rank: Holderkin/Candidate
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Appearance: Mireia’s appearance reeks of prominent innocence. A crown of braids litters the top of her light brown hair, where the rest of the wavy mass cascades down to the small of her back. Naïve hazel eyes peer out, observing, from her eye sockets. Her brows are raised slightly, so it appears that Mireia is worried more than half of the time. The impishly pink lips which are evident on first sight are full, drawing out the top of a heart on her upper lip. The only thing that clashes with her features are white splotches against her slightly-tanned skin - a lasting impression of her childhood eczema. Although her hands are fairly small, her fingers are slender and apt for the Healing craft. Her diminutive form stands at 5’2”, but she never lets her short height get in the way of completing a task. Mireia, although not underdeveloped, is blessed with the becoming of her body. Natural curves are replacing her stick figure, and her breasts are filling out to their full potential. She is maturing at a slow rate, that is ascertained, yet she’s quite thankful it hasn’t become too noticeable that she has to hide it. All her allows to grace her petite feet are old, two turn worn sandals, which were the last gift given to her by her father, and she dons them with pride. Mireia loves to garb herself in dresses that enhance her appearance, as she chides herself that she is far too ugly to attract anyone. Fabrics with hues of dark colors appeal to her more, as most of the darker and richer hues bring out the color in her eyes. When skirts aren’t shifting around her small legs, in their place comes tough wher-hide pants, their hard substance worn to soft after their repeat uses.
Personality: Blessed, and yet cursed, with a sweet disposition. Often, more than not, Mireia will offer a helping hand, and believes in bringing joy to other people. She adores making people smile, and will often go out of her way with jokes. Since she mostly had to take care of the babes of the Hold, she is at ease around younger children, and offers to relieve stress of fatigued mothers by caring for their kin. She is a treasure in itself – willing, obedient, and slightly submissive at times. Where she lacks in leadership she gains in benevolence. Mireia is radiated with joviality, and is naturally good-humored. Optimism reigns her entire lifestyle, and she’s quick to comfort with her soothing voice, and praises. She’s always one to listen to others, although she’s a fair bad advice giver due to her inexperience towards life’s’ challenges. It is slightly impossible for Mireia to tell a lie, as she’s honest to the bone, and straightforward to boot. Her parents raised her in such a way that if she lied, she would most likely get the lie beaten out of her, and also crafted her morals. Unlike the other Holderkin, she strives on intellect, and often enjoyed to debate with her father – whether she “won” or “lost” is a different matter altogether. She was blessed with an expansive, vast open-mindedness towards several issues, and won’t judge a person by their misfortunes. Mireia has a natural love for the outside – she enjoys traveling and exploration due to the fact that she wants to extend her experience beyond the “walls” shielding her out from all of Pern. Although she is overly positive on certain circumstances doesn’t mean that she can’t retain a level-headed persona when a dire need arises. When one of these portentous incidents occurs, a completely shift rummages throughout every vein, flesh, and though that resides in her body. She’s known to assume leadership when those around her fail, and will aid as much as her human capability allows her to. All in all, Mireia is reliable and stable even in the most depressing of moments. She seldom betrays any of her good friends, as she reveres them too highly on her priorities. Even if one betrays her instead, she is magnanimous to forgiving and forgetting. Mireia, also, delights in freedom, and will often pout or get a tad angry if she’s constrained. Aside from her benign attitude, the only thing Mireia despises about herself is that her anger is prone to flare up over trifle matters.
History: Mireia is born the youngest of her 4 older brothers to Mirynir (65) and Kamileia (54). In the beginning of her parents’ relationship, Kamileia was a petty drudge at Barrier Weyr, and Mirynir was previously M’ryn of Bronze Tohsith. M’ryn’s Tohsith had been the mate of the Senior Weyrwoman’s Queen for three consecutive Risings, until he lost to a younger, and most agile, bronze on the fourth Flight. Angered to be apart from his love, the senior Weyrwoman, whom he had already sired 2 healthy babes from, M’ryn raped the drudge Kamileia. She despised the ex-Senior Weyrleader, and swore her vengeance. Blood-lusty and upset, Kamileia slipped into M’ryn’s Weyr at night with a dagger to chop off M’ryn’s “organs” and shove them into his mouth. Thankfully Tohsith was alert to her presence, and M’ryn had easily dodged her attack. The two stared at each other for the longest time, before M’ryn eased his guard. “You wouldn’t kill me,” he had said tartly, an arrogant, smug smile forming at his lips. “Why wouldn’t I? You raped me, you bastard!” Without answering, he rolled into his furs, and was sound asleep after barely a minute. Although Kamileia desired to wipe that smug look off of his face, the bronze was staring at her contemptuously, so she retreated, defeated. The next few sevendays, she eluded the bronze rider as she scanned the Kitchens for her raggedy figure. It wasn’t until the third sevenday from her initial raping did she realize she bore a babe. Anguish brought her to tears each night, crying herself to sleep. She was the mother of the ex-Weyrleader’s bastard! Meanwhile, M’ryn was frustrated in his attempts to find Kamileia again, who was evidently avoiding him. It appeared that the Senior Weyrwoman, Jovian, was bored of the new Senior Weyrleader, J’dan, after only a few sevendays and sought out M’ryn’s company at night. He politely refused, much to Jovian’s chagrin, and stuck with Tohsith through the nights. After several sevendays, about 5 consecutive ones, M’ryn was able to locate Kamileia, who wasn’t evading the bronze rider anymore. With a nasty shock, he could see the bulge appearing in her physique, and asked her, “Mine?” once he got close enough. As she nodded, M’ryn swore a long succession of oaths. Since he was the noble man he was, minus the fact that he had raped a girl, once, he remained by Kamileia’s side throughout her pregnancy, getting to know her. As she neared birthing day, he moved Kamileia into his weyr, ignoring the outbreak of rumors that spread. A healthy baby boy was created, and along with his birth were their Kamileia’s and M’ryn’s newfound love for each other. They abstained for the duration of their stay together, learning of each others’ pasts, as if they were courting each other. One fateful day, Threadfall rained upon a nearby Hold. M’ryn’s Bronze Tohsith was injured by a clump of the silvery spores. He had deposited M’ryn off at the weyrbowl, and couldn’t stop fidgeting enough for the Healers’ to attend them. Bellowing with agony, Tohsith lurched into the air, with M’ryn screaming protests, half delirious enough to leap onto a Green dragon so she may pursue his bronze, but she didn’t budge, restrained by her rider. With one last agonizing bellow, Tohsith went ~between~, and all Mirynir had left was the keening of the dragons. They were all distressed by their previous senior dragon’s death. Wrapped up in a frenzy, Mirynir lunged off of the dragon and made a grab from someone’s dagger. Gentle hands held him firmly, whispering rapidly into his ears. It took several Turns for Mirynir to recover from his bronzes’ initial death, yet Kamileia was by his side, aiding him through his “episodes”. Agonized by the mere sight of a dragon, Kamileia ran away from the Weyr with Mirynir to Sapphire Lake Hold, a lesser Hold to the south of the Northern continent, and restarted their life. After producing 3 more sons at the Hold, Mireia was born, and cherished above all of their sons. Mirynir had always dreamed of a daughter. Due to the fact that she was the youngest, and their only sister, Mireia was guarded at all times by her brothers, and therefore hasn’t realized of the “harms” that can occur on Pern. Most of her brothers went on to work with her father, yet one of them, the youngest besides her, had been Searched to be a dragonrider. Pained with unwanted feelings, Mirynir unwillingly allowed his son to go. Afterwards, Mirynir focused all of his attention onto his loving daughter, who adored and idolized him. They walked together before Belior and Timor began their ascent upon the Hold, hand in hand. Mirynir told her numerous stories of dragons and fire lizards, and the enchantment of Impression. Their bond as father and daughter was the closest anyone had achieved without being lovers, or being Impressed. Mireia was shielded from the natural disasters of life, until she reached 12 Turns. A raid occurred on her home Hold, and Mirynir instructed her brothers to protect her even if their lives counted on it. They all survived… except for Mirynir. Distraught with grief, Mireia holed herself up into her room, which was disheveled from the attempts to horde her stuff. Naturally, the girl’s grief eased after two Turns, and she returned to the cheery girl she once was, although the memory of her father remains in her mind forever. One fateful day, dragonwings beat through the air once again of Sapphire Lake Hold. Knowing that Search was being held, Mireia cast a hopeful glance at the rider as she assembled with the other prospective candidates. When her gaze locked with the blue riders’, she was told she was eligible for candidacy at Emerald Heights Weyr. She readily agreed, willing to pursue the path of her father, knowing that reconstruction awaited her at the weyr. As the blue dragons leapt into the air, Mireia glanced one last time at her mother, waved, and was winked ~between~.
Beholden to: Sapphire Lake Hold
Family: Mirynir (65) (Previously M’ryn, rider of Bronze Tohsith) and Kamileia (54).
Siblings: Mirymil (35)
Kaminir (27)
Ryniel (21)
Keinir (19) (Now K’nir, rider of Brown Musremith)