Birthing Date: 03.05.2742
Craft: Dragonhealer (Sr. Apprentice) - flits
Sif's a bit of a small girl, and she's running out of time for a growth spurt - but whether or not she does hit one, her current height of 5'3" doesn't bode well for her looking over the heads of any crowds anytime soon. And her height certainly doesn't help how young she *looks* - Sif's face definitely has the structure of a girl rather than a woman, with slightly plump cheeks, a full mouth, round chin, and softly-formed nose and brow. Her eyes are brown and would be nothing particularly special if it weren't for the twinkle that they often display, assisted by a playful, pursed angle of her lips. Sif's hair is light brown and often a bit messy, usually constrained for convenience's sake - and perhaps incorporating a little bit of unconscious 'aren't I cute?' strategy - by leather ties that divide her locks into two low pigtails. The build of her body is just one more area where Sif looks persistently youthful - she is comfortably skinny from her near-constant activity and her limbs are long and slender, but her curves are ... well, they're not here quite yet. But they're coming. She hopes. Her dress is often feminine but rarely flirty - overall, if one went by appearance alone, Sif wouldn't much stand out in the crowd.
As it happens, Sif doesn't always want to stand out in a crowd. In fact, it seems to happen that she often gets noticed a bit more frequently than she would like - though this preference has nothing to do with shyness or being uncomfortable with the spotlight. In fact, Sif rather enjoys being the center of attention, and when she's in a mood to be noticed will make sure that she gets the recognition that she wants. But if people are always looking at you, it's hard to get away with anything, and Sif is a bit of a scamp. While not a true trouble-maker and not one to be obstinate most of the time, Sif does get a certain thrill from breaking the rules, though she often tends more towards motives of adventures and excitement than simple rebellion, and she rarely performs pranks unless she finds them to be truly magnificent in concept and decides she can't resist. Sif is more driven towards simply having a good time with a little bit of risk involved, and will surely be a candidate to at least attempt to sneak onto the Sands the next time a clutch is lain. And she'll likely have company, because Sif rarely has these adventures alone. This is a girl who becomes vibrant and more energetic when surrounded by people, and thoroughly enjoys making friends and drawing people into conversation. However, she doesn't like to be around people *all* the time, and her friends will soon learn not to press the issue when Sif wants to be left alone, because they will find themselves greeted with a sullen, snapping irritation from the usually cheerful, endearing girl.
Or at least, 'cheerful' and 'endearing' is the face that she shows the world. While lacking a deliberate or truly hurtful sense of malice, Sif is a good deal more manipulative than she lets on. It isn't a conscious manipulation, for the most part, but she does tend to unintentionally work things to her advantage, and has a knack for managing to 'convince' someone to go along with one of her plans mostly just by talking them into a corner or laying out the details so rapidly that they're not even sure what they're agreeing to. But of course, that doesn't work on everyone, and Sif tends to become angry when someone actually points out what she's doing. Part of this is so as to not lose face, but part of it is also guilty - she might not be aware of it *as* she's doing it, but she knows of this habit of hers, and feels bad. Just not bad enough to stop.
And Sif's strategy, through all of this, whether it's to get out of trouble, to convince someone to agree with her, or to make friends in the first place? It's simple: just be cute. To Sif, acting adorable is almost like a nervous tic, what she does when she's uncertain and her gameplan to win over anyone and everyone that she can. She learned quickly, growing up, that she could get her way with a wide smile, a giggle, a faux-anxious chewing of one side of her bottom lip, a twirl of her hair … the list goes on, and is ever-growing. What, me? Steal a bubbly pie? Teehee - you didn't really think that was *me*, did you?
… Don't let the perky smile and the batting eyelashes fool you. It was Sif.
Sif was born Sifia, and only acquired her current nickname a few months after turning 15, when she apprenticed to a certain dragonhealer named Jastin, a Senior Journeyman specializing in flit care. Before that time, she had been raised at the Weyr - in the crèche, specifically, though she was aware of who her parents were, as they always remembered to at the very least make an appearance on her birthingday. They were both blueriders, and perfectly nice people, if not quite suited to child-rearing with dragons already to take care of. In any case, Sif hardly suffered for being raised in the crèche - the women of the lower caverns knew how to handle children … even one like Sif, who was fast proving, as she grew, to be of the 'scamp' variety. The young girl had a general disregard for the rules, though she wasn’t strictly rebellious, and though she tended to be a source of mild stress for her keepers, she was sweet-tempered and friendly enough to make up for the occasional theft of a bubbly pie or grand adventure to somewhere she wasn't supposed to go.
When she turned twelve, she began to study Dragonhealing, and three Turns later, when it came time to pick a specialty, she selected work with flits - due in large part to a recent fit of adoration she was experiencing over her newly-hatched blue, a present from her parents on her fifteenth birthingday. But Sif also wanted a change of scenery, and asked if she could apprentice to a Journeyman outside of the Weyr - and there just did happen to be one who had asked for more help. And thus Sif met Jastin - and officially became 'Sif' in the first place. She now refuses to be called anything else. Why? Because she likes it, that's why … no, she certainly does NOT have a private crush on Jastin. No, she's NOT blushing at that question.
… Shut up.
It was at the Turn's End Gather that she was Searched, and Sif wasn't entirely surprised - after all, she'd thought about entering the program, which was her right with both parents as dragonriders, but had decided to do full-time work in a craft while she sorted out what she wanted to do. But Sif had always been the impulsive sort, and decided that very day that if the dragons were going to insist, then she was going to do it - she entered the program the last day of the 2757th Turn, and has resolved to never look back.
Also, she'd like to not die horribly, eaten by Thread. Thanks, Faranth, have a nice day.
Oh, and if you've got time, universe, mind sending the best blue dragon EVER her way? As far as Sif's concerned, she got her wish - the pigtailed girl Impressed blue Xuoth from the Eastbound Conquerors hatching on 08.16.2758, and since then life has been a blur. A good blur, to be sure... but also a blur that's taking her and her precious dragon closer and closer to Threadfall, every single day. Maybe she'll have to grow up a little sooner than she'd planned...