Post by dejavu on Oct 5, 2008 18:21:27 GMT -6
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Character Info:
Name: Sarai
Age: 29 – Born in 1040
Gender: Female
Rank: Lady's handmaid
Location Star Hold
Family:
Jaiven – Father, Journeyman Harper at Benden Hold, b. 1002
Klissery – Mother, distant relative of Lord Benden, b. 1009
Davrin – Brother, Benden farmer, b. 1027
Harrfin – Brother, Journeyman Harper at Igen Hold, b. 1029
Avrig – Brother, Benden farmer, b. 1031
Jaivery – Son, child at Star Hold, b. 1054
Appearance:
Pretty and aware of it, there's a cool perfection to the beauty of this woman. Sarai stands five and a half feet tall, slender but not skinny, curvaceous but not buxom. Her figure is carefully maintained, accentuated by her selection of attire which often involves a plunged neckline or a gauzy fabric that clings “just so.” She's one of those women who puts effort into looking her best, her dark locks glossy and groomed, never so mismanaged as to be pulled into a runner's tail, ever styled so they fall with elegance. She prefers bold colors, yellows and reds and bright blues.
Intelligence, shrewdness shines behind her cool gray-blue eyes. Sarai has the delicate features of fine breeding and a sultry awareness of them. Her skin is fair, her lips full, her eyes bright; she tends to smile with a one-sided dimple showing on the left, a tendency for her lips to pull to the left so that she often wears what looks like a cool smirk.
Personality:
Intelligent and strong-willed, Sarai is a woman that could very easily have become a victim of circumstance but has taken matters into her own hands. She has little tolerance for nonsense of any kind, and could be accused of being too serious were it not also for an enjoyment of the finer things in life. She loves a good drink, she enjoys rich fabrics, and she's been known to dally with men of a “lower station” when she needs to. But woe to the man that would spread that rumor, as she's also not above hurting people when she must.
With her son, Sarai is strong and independent. She raised him herself, and she does not want him to forget where his allegiances lie. Now that he's older, now that he's poised to become the man she saw him to be from his birth, she's begun to look toward her own prospects. She's not above courting another woman's husband, even if that man happens to be the Lord of her Hold. After all, who wouldn't want to be a kept woman?
History:
To bear a child at fourteen was not unheard of on Pern, but a child born out of wedlock of wedlock, would hardly further the career that Sarai had carved out for herself. Regardless of whose child he was.
These were the thoughts that occupied Sarai while she looked around at her things, her son's things, sitting in the quiet of her room at Star Hold. She was unmarried, ready to change her fortunes, and she had needed time to see her son grow to manhood. “Time,” she breathed quietly, letting a smirk steal across her lips, letting her eyes light on the clothing she folded delicately into her wardrobe. The laugh she exhaled was cool and precise, as perfect as the gestures that unfolded her to stand before the long mirror at the other end of the room.
She was not so trim as she had been before Jaivery's birth, before the long sojourn on the Southern Continent, not quite so perfect in form, but she was still pretty and aware of it. Good breeding had given her fine features, and she could behold herself with surety behind her scrutiny. Her mother had been born into the Benden bloodline, and it showed in the delicacy of her features, features she had passed on to her only daughter. Her father, although less pedigreed, was a Harper and a handsome one, and they had together produced four children. Sarai was their last, born in their twilight turns, much doted upon by her parents and her older brothers.
From the time she was an infant, to say she had a sense of her own self-importance would be an understatement: she knew she was a lovely child, and she relished it. Studying at Harper Hall was a given, although apprenticing as a girl-child was not an option. She joined at the age of twelve, put to the girls' cothold along with the daughters of far more important men than her own father, to learn how to be a "good wife." The first turns were hard for her, saw her grow increasingly unhappy as she wasn't permitted the little luxuries she had known in her youth, as she was treated like a less important person. But she was bent on becoming someone of importance, on distinguishing herself, on carving out a life for herself that would leave nothing to chance. She had her father, who was among the most trusted of the Mastherharpers eyes-and-ears, to thank for her sense of intrigue and politics. And it paid off.
To say she began courting the young men of the Harper Hall, those sons of Lords sent for tutelage, would be the politest way to put it. She blossomed early into an attractive young woman who didn't have the best of scruples, and she used this willingness to her advantage, acquiring a list of suitors that would have “more” from her, more than she would give, using the coyness of chastity to lead them along. She would marry someone Blooded, she would become a Lady Holder, and that was where it ended. She had few friends, certainly none among the girls, but she didn't need them, not with the career she had in mind. At fourteen, she had ambition enough to ruin herself and any man who stood in her way, and that's why she had been put into the keeping of a cotholder's wife when she began to show, out-of-sight, unable to point the finger at the father of her child. She was barely old enough to be a mother, but to be the mother to a bastard son of the future Lord of Tillek Hold? Could anyone really allow that to happen? Could this come to light? In the winter after her son's birth, when Sarai was fourteen and Jaivery was still in his infancy, they had simply disappeared. They were victims of the plague, disappeared into time. The young future Lord of Tillek did not grieve their loss.
When the proposition of settling the Southern Continent in the past was formulated, when the Telgari leaders realized that it couldn't be done without crafters, they approached Harper Hall with subtle questions about those who might prove useful - such vague questions. Eager to be rid of her, eager to see her foisted off as someone else's problem, Sarai's name came up. She could join them, she could leave behind the infamy that was sure to come when her son's parentage came to light. After all, two people could only keep a secret if one of them was dead, and there were more than two people who knew exactly who fathered Jaivery. She had enough teaching in history and scribing to be useful, to earn her keep, and enough will to accept the opportunity. She saw the logic; this wasn't how she wanted to succeed, not forcing a man to marry her. She wanted to be wanted, not to trap her intended into a long life of accusing lovelessness. So she would go to this - place? This time? Even then, even young and foolish, she knew that there was more future in the past than the present.
Her son was nearly three when everything "happened." She was seventeen. The world would forget about them, but she knew that this was taking matters into her own hands. Jaivery would not be some forgotten first son, foisted off as a steward or worse. She would make opportunity for them out of thin air if she had to.
At Star Hold, she worked as a historian and an archivist, raising her son, dedicating herself to his future. She was never going to be a strong, maternal influence, but she was driven and intelligent and - some day - her involvement in this venture was bound to prove invaluable to her son's future. She raised him with all the grooming that befitted a Lord's son without ever breathing a word as to his parentage. He would ask, oh he would ask many times, but she was resolute that her son would not know his father unless he was face-to-face with him - an unlikely prospect given that they were effectively trapped in the past. Never mind that they had been sent to raise the future dragonriders of Pern. Her son would have a different life ahead of him. Star Hold may have a Lord, but there was nothing saying Jaivery could not one day have a Hold of his own.
Now, at twenty-nine, she surfaces from the obscurity of an archivist's life as an educated woman with a son of fifteen turns. With more time to herself, she has approached the Lady Alsea to be a handmaid, ever to be at the Lady's beck-and-call. And if Sarai's eyes have lately caught on the Lord of Star Hold, she would hardly be the first woman to think him handsome or worth the effort. His fidelity has been unfailing.
So far.
Character Info:
Name: Sarai
Age: 29 – Born in 1040
Gender: Female
Rank: Lady's handmaid
Location Star Hold
Family:
Jaiven – Father, Journeyman Harper at Benden Hold, b. 1002
Klissery – Mother, distant relative of Lord Benden, b. 1009
Davrin – Brother, Benden farmer, b. 1027
Harrfin – Brother, Journeyman Harper at Igen Hold, b. 1029
Avrig – Brother, Benden farmer, b. 1031
Jaivery – Son, child at Star Hold, b. 1054
Appearance:
Pretty and aware of it, there's a cool perfection to the beauty of this woman. Sarai stands five and a half feet tall, slender but not skinny, curvaceous but not buxom. Her figure is carefully maintained, accentuated by her selection of attire which often involves a plunged neckline or a gauzy fabric that clings “just so.” She's one of those women who puts effort into looking her best, her dark locks glossy and groomed, never so mismanaged as to be pulled into a runner's tail, ever styled so they fall with elegance. She prefers bold colors, yellows and reds and bright blues.
Intelligence, shrewdness shines behind her cool gray-blue eyes. Sarai has the delicate features of fine breeding and a sultry awareness of them. Her skin is fair, her lips full, her eyes bright; she tends to smile with a one-sided dimple showing on the left, a tendency for her lips to pull to the left so that she often wears what looks like a cool smirk.
Personality:
Intelligent and strong-willed, Sarai is a woman that could very easily have become a victim of circumstance but has taken matters into her own hands. She has little tolerance for nonsense of any kind, and could be accused of being too serious were it not also for an enjoyment of the finer things in life. She loves a good drink, she enjoys rich fabrics, and she's been known to dally with men of a “lower station” when she needs to. But woe to the man that would spread that rumor, as she's also not above hurting people when she must.
With her son, Sarai is strong and independent. She raised him herself, and she does not want him to forget where his allegiances lie. Now that he's older, now that he's poised to become the man she saw him to be from his birth, she's begun to look toward her own prospects. She's not above courting another woman's husband, even if that man happens to be the Lord of her Hold. After all, who wouldn't want to be a kept woman?
History:
To bear a child at fourteen was not unheard of on Pern, but a child born out of wedlock of wedlock, would hardly further the career that Sarai had carved out for herself. Regardless of whose child he was.
These were the thoughts that occupied Sarai while she looked around at her things, her son's things, sitting in the quiet of her room at Star Hold. She was unmarried, ready to change her fortunes, and she had needed time to see her son grow to manhood. “Time,” she breathed quietly, letting a smirk steal across her lips, letting her eyes light on the clothing she folded delicately into her wardrobe. The laugh she exhaled was cool and precise, as perfect as the gestures that unfolded her to stand before the long mirror at the other end of the room.
She was not so trim as she had been before Jaivery's birth, before the long sojourn on the Southern Continent, not quite so perfect in form, but she was still pretty and aware of it. Good breeding had given her fine features, and she could behold herself with surety behind her scrutiny. Her mother had been born into the Benden bloodline, and it showed in the delicacy of her features, features she had passed on to her only daughter. Her father, although less pedigreed, was a Harper and a handsome one, and they had together produced four children. Sarai was their last, born in their twilight turns, much doted upon by her parents and her older brothers.
From the time she was an infant, to say she had a sense of her own self-importance would be an understatement: she knew she was a lovely child, and she relished it. Studying at Harper Hall was a given, although apprenticing as a girl-child was not an option. She joined at the age of twelve, put to the girls' cothold along with the daughters of far more important men than her own father, to learn how to be a "good wife." The first turns were hard for her, saw her grow increasingly unhappy as she wasn't permitted the little luxuries she had known in her youth, as she was treated like a less important person. But she was bent on becoming someone of importance, on distinguishing herself, on carving out a life for herself that would leave nothing to chance. She had her father, who was among the most trusted of the Mastherharpers eyes-and-ears, to thank for her sense of intrigue and politics. And it paid off.
To say she began courting the young men of the Harper Hall, those sons of Lords sent for tutelage, would be the politest way to put it. She blossomed early into an attractive young woman who didn't have the best of scruples, and she used this willingness to her advantage, acquiring a list of suitors that would have “more” from her, more than she would give, using the coyness of chastity to lead them along. She would marry someone Blooded, she would become a Lady Holder, and that was where it ended. She had few friends, certainly none among the girls, but she didn't need them, not with the career she had in mind. At fourteen, she had ambition enough to ruin herself and any man who stood in her way, and that's why she had been put into the keeping of a cotholder's wife when she began to show, out-of-sight, unable to point the finger at the father of her child. She was barely old enough to be a mother, but to be the mother to a bastard son of the future Lord of Tillek Hold? Could anyone really allow that to happen? Could this come to light? In the winter after her son's birth, when Sarai was fourteen and Jaivery was still in his infancy, they had simply disappeared. They were victims of the plague, disappeared into time. The young future Lord of Tillek did not grieve their loss.
When the proposition of settling the Southern Continent in the past was formulated, when the Telgari leaders realized that it couldn't be done without crafters, they approached Harper Hall with subtle questions about those who might prove useful - such vague questions. Eager to be rid of her, eager to see her foisted off as someone else's problem, Sarai's name came up. She could join them, she could leave behind the infamy that was sure to come when her son's parentage came to light. After all, two people could only keep a secret if one of them was dead, and there were more than two people who knew exactly who fathered Jaivery. She had enough teaching in history and scribing to be useful, to earn her keep, and enough will to accept the opportunity. She saw the logic; this wasn't how she wanted to succeed, not forcing a man to marry her. She wanted to be wanted, not to trap her intended into a long life of accusing lovelessness. So she would go to this - place? This time? Even then, even young and foolish, she knew that there was more future in the past than the present.
Her son was nearly three when everything "happened." She was seventeen. The world would forget about them, but she knew that this was taking matters into her own hands. Jaivery would not be some forgotten first son, foisted off as a steward or worse. She would make opportunity for them out of thin air if she had to.
At Star Hold, she worked as a historian and an archivist, raising her son, dedicating herself to his future. She was never going to be a strong, maternal influence, but she was driven and intelligent and - some day - her involvement in this venture was bound to prove invaluable to her son's future. She raised him with all the grooming that befitted a Lord's son without ever breathing a word as to his parentage. He would ask, oh he would ask many times, but she was resolute that her son would not know his father unless he was face-to-face with him - an unlikely prospect given that they were effectively trapped in the past. Never mind that they had been sent to raise the future dragonriders of Pern. Her son would have a different life ahead of him. Star Hold may have a Lord, but there was nothing saying Jaivery could not one day have a Hold of his own.
Now, at twenty-nine, she surfaces from the obscurity of an archivist's life as an educated woman with a son of fifteen turns. With more time to herself, she has approached the Lady Alsea to be a handmaid, ever to be at the Lady's beck-and-call. And if Sarai's eyes have lately caught on the Lord of Star Hold, she would hardly be the first woman to think him handsome or worth the effort. His fidelity has been unfailing.
So far.
I like her, so devious!
I like her. Approved. 