Birthing Date: 02.04.2762
Craft: Harper (Apprentice) - archivist
Physical Description: Arly is short, dark, and curly. Her height will max out at around 5'3" and she's built like a twig. There are a few knobs that other, more generous girls would call curves, but Arly likes to tell it like it is. She has dark brown curly hair that refuses to be tamed to any degree and contrasting light brown eyes. She keeps her hair around shoulder length: long enough to have weight and not fly everywhere, but short enough to manage. She spends most of her free time outside so her skin has a solid tan to it, dark enough that even in the winter when it fades she's still relatively brown and the tanlines from her shirts and shorts are painfully obvious.
Personality: Arly's still in the awkward stage of figuring out who she is. She wants friends, and manages to keep a couple, but social graces tend to escape her and she's never been good at discretion. She has mood swings like any other girl, and when she has a more hostile swing, the guilt flies in from all directions, so she could likely be apologizing tearfully ten seconds after trying to bite someone's head off. Being told she ought to be growing out of such unpleasant stages has only made her more insecure. Bubbly, buxom, and blonde girls make her want to disappear into the shadows--she'll never be like that, and she knows it. The "three B's" are the bane of her existence.
Despite the insecurity and uncertainty, she does try hard and she is eager to please. She loves seeing other people smile, especially if she could help somehow. She loves to be useful. She blushes easily, particularly when complimented, and hates to make eye contact. When she's really nervous, she starts to stammer, which makes her more nervous, so she stammers more... ad nauseum.
Rather than join a bunch of peers laughing and joking and flirting, she would much rather go sit outside somewhere quiet and climb a tree or something, or find someone she can help. Socializing is not her scene. However, if there was a way she could fit in and just be "one of the girls," she'd take it in a heartbeat.
Arly loves her little brother, despite how exasperated she acts, and she thinks the world of her older sister, despite how she claims she'll never be like her. Now that they’re gone, she tries to put them out of memory rather than distract herself missing them. It’s just time to move on and become her own independent person, right? It’s not like there are that many intact families on Pern, especially in Weyrs. Right?
Impressing Eilowynth has certainly fused her spine together a little more. While she’s still shy and tries to avoid the spotlight whenever she can, she doesn’t shrink away when it finds her anymore. She’s still proud of herself for actually going up and asking Halai if she could be of assistance on her own initiative, and for following through. In a way, while Eilowynth has given her more confidence, she’s also alleviated the desire to be accepted by her peers. Arly is all the more content to spend a restday finding an empty beach to swim in or explore with Eilo and her flits rather than socialize.
Trait snapshot: Insecure, shy, optimistic, introverted, eager to please and fit in, the quintessential wallflower
Mother: Eoly, Eastern lower caverns worker
Father: Arno, JM smithcrafter
Siblings: Elanne, f/+3
Arly grew up in the Eastern creche with an older half-sister, Elanne, that she's always adored and a younger brother, Harreo, that she's always tried to mother. As a child she emulated Elanne; as Arly got older, she began taking on more individual characteristics. Trying to be Elanne was kind of... overwhelming. She saw herself as having to take care of her younger brother Harreo just because it would be the right big-sister thing to do... even if he had another big sister, older than her. But Elanne wasn't exactly the mothering type, so it really was up to her, wasn't it? Especially since Elanne went away to expand her education, whatever that meant, technically. Really, it meant it's just her and Harreo. Yep.
And it's not like she has many friends to take up her time, anyway.
When it was time to pick a craft, Arly immediately chose the harpers. It didn't look too arduous, or boring, and there were lots of different things she could do that didn't always require excellent people skills. And what better place to learn those people skills? She took to archiving immediately. She liked to read, had a neat hand, and was terrible at math. While her voice isn't bad, and she has enough hand-eye coordination to play instruments at the fundamental level, she's absolutely terrible at math. Long notes she was alright with, and quarter notes, but once sub-dividing became a necessity she fell impossibly behind in her classes. While doing all that practicing to try and catch up, she realized that transcribing the notes she was very good at. In fact, she liked writing them (they were pretty) more than she liked playing them. Underneath, though, she’d be forever in love if someone took the time to teach her more complicated syncopation. A journeyman once took her aside for private drumming lessons, and they helped a lot.
Candidacy was something she was less sure about. But it was expected of her, and she hated to disappoint everyone, so she went. She'd go back to archiving shortly, as soon as it was evident that no dragon could be interested in her. Besides, heights freaked her out. What if she fell, and didn't die on impact? That would be awful. She just had to wait it out, and make sure no one caught on to her apathy.
Along the way, she picked up Shiny, a bratty green firelizard who in her own way has helped Arly to grow up. Stammering shrimps can’t clean up after and train stubborn firelizards, after all.
Unfortunately, while no one caught on to the apathy or the fear of heights, Eilowynth hatched and made it all a moot point.
Weyrlinghood had its ups and downs. Shiny was sent to fellow harpers, namely Meychan and Rai… who only spoiled her more. That was a pleasant surprise when Arly finally reunited with her, and Shiny demanded meat in recompense for the exile. Math is always a struggle, but surprisingly, Eilowynth helped in making the logical connections that Arly’s mind couldn’t, and they’re squeaking by.