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Name: Elain
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Sexual Preference: Bisexual
Rank: Candidate

Appearance:
Elain stands a firm 5’6’’. Though of average height and weight she isn’t someone that would be looked over in the crowed. Her face of equal proportions, her nose small, eyes as green as the grasses wavering in the plains of in mid spring, ears delicately placed flat against her head. Her body toned just enough to show muscle strength but not enough to bulge. Her skin toned to a light tan from running in the late afternoon. A vertical scar running from her base of her small back to her left shoulder. Looked to be made by a large claw.

Hair Color: her hair is a intense dark auburn
Eye Color: Green
Height: 5’6’’
Weight: 118lb

Personality: Elain is strong minded and a determined young woman. Though trying to stay out her hair is a dark, intense auburn eye, but her appearance usually draws the onlooker’s eye. When things start to happen around her, her thoughts are thrown out of the window and instinct takes over. Her decisions are quick and less thought out. Being a quick thinker has saved herself and others in the past so she relies on them quite often. Though when faced with a problem and has time to think it through she would sit there thinking about it till someone would ask for a decision right there and then… trying to make sure that there would not be any problems nor big repercussions afterwards.

She doesn’t mind flirting… but sometimes people can be quite annoying, and vulgar. She tends to seek out the more recluse and quite. She believes finding someone like that would balance her spot light life.

History:
Elain was born at ______ hold. Being raised there she learned the trade of breading and raising herd beasts and runner beasts. Producing some of the finest in Pern.

Growing up was a trip with this one... She would be everywhere and in everyone’s way. So she was put to work where ever she showed up at. Though she found that breeding runners where her favorite thing to do. She wouldn't mind the hard work and a full day’s profit being seen in the end. That was when her father decided to give her a baby runner as a pet.

She named it Borphy, after one of Perns legends of old. She remembered in some old song that a Lord Holder resisted attack from other holds for nearly a Turn! And this runner had such a hard time at everything... When she would go and brush him down he would always try to be as stubborn as possible. She believed that the runner just plain out hated her!

One day when she was ten turns she went out riding along the edge of a river when the runner slipped. Right at that moment the runner bulked unlike anything she had ever had to endure, throwing her off. She landed on her rear end as she witnessed the runner fall into the fast flowing river. O' she cried for weeks and has never owned a pet ever again after poor ol' Borphy.

When she was around her fourteenth turn she was in the wrong place and the wrong time… the holds wher had been neglected and hasn’t been feed in quite some time. Driven by its hunger seeing the runner beasts so close to hand, with a giant leap that would have snapped the wher back down to the ground instead snapped the very chain that held it. Charging blindly towards the runners it didn’t see the young girl attending the runners ready to be distributed to one of the other holds as a bartering item. When the wher pasted the young girl it raked her aside as if she was a rag doll. With a mighty leap it jumped into the pen that held her fathers’ prized runners.

Struggling to get back up from the blow she had received, she looked up to see the watch wher tear into one of the runners. Afraid with what she saw she knew that she had to release the others or they too will meet an untimely death. So she struggled to her feet with that her head began to swim to each side. Her vision wavering she rushed as fast as she could to the padlock, faintly hearing the screams of the runners and of the other people that where around. Finally arriving there she quickly raised the bar that held them secure and collapsed. Her last images where that of running runners and someone reaching out to grab her.

Wakening slowly in the dim light did she realize that she must still be alive because she hurt all over… she couldn’t even feel her back… that she was grateful of the glorious plant numbweed. She looked over and noticed the holds healer sitting there worried creasing his brows. Seeing her awake did he call for someone… she didn’t catch their name. Though seeing her father rushing through the door was one of the greatest felling then the coldness of deep sleep. With a weak smile she greeted her father. He told her that with her brave actions she had saved the other runners, and that they had recaptured the watch wher. They talked well on till the healer had to send her father out of the room so she could get some rest.

The months after her accident she recovered her strength by running around the hold in the evenings and the early mornings. Making her slim body tone out till she gotten her desired strength.

When she turned 17 she was searched by Kharasi Weyr. where she waits till she walk the sands to great one of the most magnificent creatures of all of Pern!

Family:
Father: Danial
Mother: dead
Siblings: n/a

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(Fleshed out and Fixed)

Accepted. Keep in mind 'Crimson' isn't really a natural hair color. Most red hair is an orangy red, but there is also the color auburn and varying shades of darker red. So, you could say her hair is a dark, intense auburn, or maybe a mahogany red.