Reanne
Played By: KeliRie
Character Name: Reanne
Pronunciation:
Character Type: Staff
Rank: Housekeeper
Political Alignment: Neutral
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Sexual Preference: Heterosexual
Appearance:
Dirty blonde hair that’s too thick in her opinion, blue eyes and a pale complexion. This young woman is tall, standing at nearly six foot and four inches, she’s the one that stands out when it comes to the generally smaller females of the weyr. She’s got good birthing hips, or so she’s been told and a waist that’s slender enough to be pleasing if she’s of a mind to be pleasing to someone. Reanne is soft, from her hands that she’s kept out of the laundry as much as possible to the rest of her. Women are supposed to be soft and pliable after all and she’s not a woman that likes to get attention for the wrong reasons.
Personality:
Sweet and nice to rankers or in a public setting. With those closest to her she can be nasty and mean, demanding this or that to get what she wants when she wants it. When she reached an age to enter the candidate barracks she passed on the opportunity. Who wants to be stuck under someone’s thumb when there’s no telling when a gold egg will hit the sands. Of course when the chance does arise she might very well try being a candidate, but until then she's content where she's at.
At the heart of Reanne there’s a squishy center that has a need to be loved, or at least adored by others whether they be men, women or small children. She has a tendency to quash this to the smallest corner of herself instead showing the world a more materialistic side. The way she looks is one of the most important things to her, perfect hair, clothes just right. Even her children are a part of how she perceives herself to others, the higher ranking the father of the child the more prestige she sees herself as having. This isn't exactly how the world works, but Reanne has her own way of thinking.
Birth Place: Fort Sea Hold
Parents: Rowena and H'riah
Birthing Day: 08.05.01.26
History:
Reanne was born at Fort Sea Hold to one of the daughters of a ship captain. They only lived there for a few short turns before her mother Rowena up and decided that she was going to search out the man who’d fathered her daughter at Fort Weyr. Apparently Reanne was the result of a chance meeting at a gather and her mother chose to read more into it than just a man scratching an itch. Once they were settled in at the Weyr her mother had a row with the rider who was apparently her father,Reanne was too young to remember who it was and after that her mother rarely spoke of him. As with most riders he wanted very little to do with a woman and child that had tracked him down looking for more of his time.
This bothered Reanne not at all because she was well enthroned within the creche now and she loved it there with all the other children. Her mother grew more introverted with each passing turn and though she loved her Reanne couldn't be bothered to try and put effort into fixing it. When the plague came her mother was struck down relatively quickly, likely due to the fact that she wasn't as strong as she used to be. She died shortly after that, leaving her daughter behind to make what she would of her own life. That’s just what she did too, her time in the creche was spent making friends as much as possible and figuring out how to manipulate people to get what she wanted. When she was old enough to be on her own she took up housekeeping as her designated position, cleaning weyrs and caverns as spotlessly as possible. This also gave her a reason to be in contact with various rankers or perhaps even deliver a discreet note here or there.
At fifteen, the age that some girls join the ranks of candidates, she refused to be just another bovine in the herd. With Tameketh having hatched not more than four turns ago she doesn’t expect there to be another gold egg on the sands for at least five more turns and doesn’t see the point of submitting to a life of drudgery while she waits. Instead she’ll remain in her position as a housekeeper until there’s a gold egg on those sands and a reason to put up with being under the candidate master's thumb. Over the last three years she's managed to catch the eye of the a few ranking riders, the resulting children, a daughter and a son are all that a mother in the Weyr could ask for. After all, with their rider blood, she has high hopes for them one day and until then they're good accessories when they're behaving.
And remain as a housekeeper she did, through the chaos that surrounded the 'accident' that befell the Weyr and changed the shape of their leadership once more. So many had been lost and so much was in the process of changing. . . but so many things also stayed the same. Reanne was a woman who could appreciate the way things were and let go of the past as easily as a new change of cloths. At present she is still trying to decide if it would be worth the time involved to see if the new Weyrwoman might be someone to cultivate, to be worthy enough to be trusted. After all there's only one queen left and if she ever wants to stand on those hot hot sands it'll have to be a gold egg from that ones lifemate.
Pronunciation:
Character Type: Staff
Rank: Housekeeper
Political Alignment: Neutral
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Sexual Preference: Heterosexual
Appearance:
Dirty blonde hair that’s too thick in her opinion, blue eyes and a pale complexion. This young woman is tall, standing at nearly six foot and four inches, she’s the one that stands out when it comes to the generally smaller females of the weyr. She’s got good birthing hips, or so she’s been told and a waist that’s slender enough to be pleasing if she’s of a mind to be pleasing to someone. Reanne is soft, from her hands that she’s kept out of the laundry as much as possible to the rest of her. Women are supposed to be soft and pliable after all and she’s not a woman that likes to get attention for the wrong reasons.
Personality:
Sweet and nice to rankers or in a public setting. With those closest to her she can be nasty and mean, demanding this or that to get what she wants when she wants it. When she reached an age to enter the candidate barracks she passed on the opportunity. Who wants to be stuck under someone’s thumb when there’s no telling when a gold egg will hit the sands. Of course when the chance does arise she might very well try being a candidate, but until then she's content where she's at.
At the heart of Reanne there’s a squishy center that has a need to be loved, or at least adored by others whether they be men, women or small children. She has a tendency to quash this to the smallest corner of herself instead showing the world a more materialistic side. The way she looks is one of the most important things to her, perfect hair, clothes just right. Even her children are a part of how she perceives herself to others, the higher ranking the father of the child the more prestige she sees herself as having. This isn't exactly how the world works, but Reanne has her own way of thinking.
Birth Place: Fort Sea Hold
Parents: Rowena and H'riah
Birthing Day: 08.05.01.26
History:
Reanne was born at Fort Sea Hold to one of the daughters of a ship captain. They only lived there for a few short turns before her mother Rowena up and decided that she was going to search out the man who’d fathered her daughter at Fort Weyr. Apparently Reanne was the result of a chance meeting at a gather and her mother chose to read more into it than just a man scratching an itch. Once they were settled in at the Weyr her mother had a row with the rider who was apparently her father,Reanne was too young to remember who it was and after that her mother rarely spoke of him. As with most riders he wanted very little to do with a woman and child that had tracked him down looking for more of his time.
This bothered Reanne not at all because she was well enthroned within the creche now and she loved it there with all the other children. Her mother grew more introverted with each passing turn and though she loved her Reanne couldn't be bothered to try and put effort into fixing it. When the plague came her mother was struck down relatively quickly, likely due to the fact that she wasn't as strong as she used to be. She died shortly after that, leaving her daughter behind to make what she would of her own life. That’s just what she did too, her time in the creche was spent making friends as much as possible and figuring out how to manipulate people to get what she wanted. When she was old enough to be on her own she took up housekeeping as her designated position, cleaning weyrs and caverns as spotlessly as possible. This also gave her a reason to be in contact with various rankers or perhaps even deliver a discreet note here or there.
At fifteen, the age that some girls join the ranks of candidates, she refused to be just another bovine in the herd. With Tameketh having hatched not more than four turns ago she doesn’t expect there to be another gold egg on the sands for at least five more turns and doesn’t see the point of submitting to a life of drudgery while she waits. Instead she’ll remain in her position as a housekeeper until there’s a gold egg on those sands and a reason to put up with being under the candidate master's thumb. Over the last three years she's managed to catch the eye of the a few ranking riders, the resulting children, a daughter and a son are all that a mother in the Weyr could ask for. After all, with their rider blood, she has high hopes for them one day and until then they're good accessories when they're behaving.
And remain as a housekeeper she did, through the chaos that surrounded the 'accident' that befell the Weyr and changed the shape of their leadership once more. So many had been lost and so much was in the process of changing. . . but so many things also stayed the same. Reanne was a woman who could appreciate the way things were and let go of the past as easily as a new change of cloths. At present she is still trying to decide if it would be worth the time involved to see if the new Weyrwoman might be someone to cultivate, to be worthy enough to be trusted. After all there's only one queen left and if she ever wants to stand on those hot hot sands it'll have to be a gold egg from that ones lifemate.