Post by Ziza on Sept 19, 2010 19:05:33 GMT -5
Hold/Wyerfolk Application Non-Dragonriders
Name: Ziza
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Sexual Preference: Heterosexual
Position Weyr Cook/Server
Current Home: Dragon Weyr
Physical Description Ziza has long brunette hair that she lets fall around her shoulder. Her eyes are hazel and brown. She stand at 5'7 and weight 115 pounds. Ziza dresses in loose fitting clothes. Her wardrobe consists of white blouses and skirts that flair out around her knees. On her feet are brown sandals or boots if she's going on exploring.
Avatar Image
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Celebrity Name for Face Claim A model
Character Personality: Ziza is extremely hardworking because she knows she can easily lose all that she has. She takes all jobs assigned to her very seriously. Work and play do not mingle. She keeps them seperate. Only when work is done does she let her hair down and relax.
Ziza in her home is very different from Ziza at work. She's quite goofy and likes to joke around and make others laugh. People will tell you that her most noticeable feature is her bright, white smile. It appears to reach from ear to ear.
She's gentle with children and with men who she adores. Ziza can be passionate and quite fiery when it comes to love. She doesn't quite know the depth of her own desires quite yet however. She has yet to know any man and at her age she does yearn for affection like any young woman would.
Ziza is a risk taker. She enjoys exploring places where others would never dare venture. When she's not working she slips away from the Weyr for a few hours in search of a new adventure. Camping outside the Weyr is by far her favorite thing to do. She's not afraid to get dirty and craves anything to do with the outdoors more than many other girls her age.
Character Background:
Ziza's life has been quite uneventful. Her mother Aria, is a retired Weyr server. She used to serve and cook for the Weyrwoman and Weyrleader of Benden Weyr exclusively. She made quite a name for herself among the other staff. Having worked for several turns on cookingcraft she knew her way around a kitchen and could whip up pretty much anything. After the destruction and the emotional loss of her husband, she has been trying to keep her small family together, but it's slowly crumbling around them.
Her husband was even more well known. He was one of the many blueriders to make a name for themselves by serving at Bsenden Weyr. He served his wing until his blue dragon Borath fell during the disaster. He hasn't quite gotten over the loss since it's still so very fresh. Because of the loss of his soul mate he has become somewhat mute, only talking when he has to. Although he loves his wife and Ziza, he believes he is less of a man without Borath.
Ziza, on the other hand, has tried to keep her spirits up. She knows things won't be the same. Her parents are shells of their former selves and she knows that if she doesn't take the steps to do something with the life she was given she'll fall into a routine like them.
Ziza has taken up cooking after being at Dragon Weyr. She's training under one of the cooks at the Weyr and is preparing to make a meal for the people there. Following in her mother's footsteps was never her wish, but it is the only skill she possesses that could be of substance so she tries to learn all she can about it.
Roleplay Sample
"You're chopping that all wrong, darling," Melia said. She reached over and took the knife out of Ziza's hand, cutting her eyes at the young girl and shaking her head. "You'll slice your fingers before you even nick this potato."
Ziza frowned at the old woman and sighed. "I was cutting it like you show...."
"So you're telling me I showed you how to chop through bone, eh?" The woman added curtly cutting her off midsentence. She pursed her in the way Ziza had come to recognize as amusement. Ziza sighed and crossed her arms.
"What was I doing wrong?"
"You were holding the knife too tightly, doll. You're not cutting beef. You're chopping a potato. They aren't as dense nor are they as meaty." She chuckled lightly at her own joke and then blew out a breath. "Watch me closely."
Standing closer to the woman, Ziza watched her dice the potato with ease and slide it off to the side with the side of the knife. Her fingers barely clung to the knife as she lifted it up in down. Before long the potato was cut into tiny cubes. "See?"
Ziza nodded.
"Now you try."
Eyes widening slightly, she took the handle and grabbed another potato.
"Like this?" she said as she began to chop. Melia nodded and pursed her lips again.
"Good."
Name: Ziza
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Sexual Preference: Heterosexual
Position Weyr Cook/Server
Current Home: Dragon Weyr
Physical Description Ziza has long brunette hair that she lets fall around her shoulder. Her eyes are hazel and brown. She stand at 5'7 and weight 115 pounds. Ziza dresses in loose fitting clothes. Her wardrobe consists of white blouses and skirts that flair out around her knees. On her feet are brown sandals or boots if she's going on exploring.
Avatar Image
daydreamstoreality.webs.com/ziza.png
Celebrity Name for Face Claim A model
Character Personality: Ziza is extremely hardworking because she knows she can easily lose all that she has. She takes all jobs assigned to her very seriously. Work and play do not mingle. She keeps them seperate. Only when work is done does she let her hair down and relax.
Ziza in her home is very different from Ziza at work. She's quite goofy and likes to joke around and make others laugh. People will tell you that her most noticeable feature is her bright, white smile. It appears to reach from ear to ear.
She's gentle with children and with men who she adores. Ziza can be passionate and quite fiery when it comes to love. She doesn't quite know the depth of her own desires quite yet however. She has yet to know any man and at her age she does yearn for affection like any young woman would.
Ziza is a risk taker. She enjoys exploring places where others would never dare venture. When she's not working she slips away from the Weyr for a few hours in search of a new adventure. Camping outside the Weyr is by far her favorite thing to do. She's not afraid to get dirty and craves anything to do with the outdoors more than many other girls her age.
Character Background:
Ziza's life has been quite uneventful. Her mother Aria, is a retired Weyr server. She used to serve and cook for the Weyrwoman and Weyrleader of Benden Weyr exclusively. She made quite a name for herself among the other staff. Having worked for several turns on cookingcraft she knew her way around a kitchen and could whip up pretty much anything. After the destruction and the emotional loss of her husband, she has been trying to keep her small family together, but it's slowly crumbling around them.
Her husband was even more well known. He was one of the many blueriders to make a name for themselves by serving at Bsenden Weyr. He served his wing until his blue dragon Borath fell during the disaster. He hasn't quite gotten over the loss since it's still so very fresh. Because of the loss of his soul mate he has become somewhat mute, only talking when he has to. Although he loves his wife and Ziza, he believes he is less of a man without Borath.
Ziza, on the other hand, has tried to keep her spirits up. She knows things won't be the same. Her parents are shells of their former selves and she knows that if she doesn't take the steps to do something with the life she was given she'll fall into a routine like them.
Ziza has taken up cooking after being at Dragon Weyr. She's training under one of the cooks at the Weyr and is preparing to make a meal for the people there. Following in her mother's footsteps was never her wish, but it is the only skill she possesses that could be of substance so she tries to learn all she can about it.
Roleplay Sample
"You're chopping that all wrong, darling," Melia said. She reached over and took the knife out of Ziza's hand, cutting her eyes at the young girl and shaking her head. "You'll slice your fingers before you even nick this potato."
Ziza frowned at the old woman and sighed. "I was cutting it like you show...."
"So you're telling me I showed you how to chop through bone, eh?" The woman added curtly cutting her off midsentence. She pursed her in the way Ziza had come to recognize as amusement. Ziza sighed and crossed her arms.
"What was I doing wrong?"
"You were holding the knife too tightly, doll. You're not cutting beef. You're chopping a potato. They aren't as dense nor are they as meaty." She chuckled lightly at her own joke and then blew out a breath. "Watch me closely."
Standing closer to the woman, Ziza watched her dice the potato with ease and slide it off to the side with the side of the knife. Her fingers barely clung to the knife as she lifted it up in down. Before long the potato was cut into tiny cubes. "See?"
Ziza nodded.
"Now you try."
Eyes widening slightly, she took the handle and grabbed another potato.
"Like this?" she said as she began to chop. Melia nodded and pursed her lips again.
"Good."
