Name: Kalenia
Pronunciation: Kah-lehn-eeuh
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Preference: Heterosexual
Birthing Date: 07.25.2737
Craft: Smithcraft (Journeyman)
Rank: Searchrider
Physical Description:
Kalenia is a young woman of average height, standing at roughly 5’6”. Her snapping eyes are an intense, impenetrable dark grey, occasionally shielded by her sleek auburn hair when she tilts her head forward and to the left, observing you. Beneath her grey eyes and their thick lashes, her slim nose accents slender cheeks and rosebud mouth. Though more on the small side, Kale’s lips can easily transform into a wide smile or kissable pout, perched above her rounded chin. Just like her nose, Kalenia is a slim woman, and though her limbs may appear weak, they are wiry from days at the forge or on Runner-back. Moving with a straight forward gait, any sort of flounce is a foreign motion for her. Rather, her movements and habits reflect her personality, though never in a manner that is not equally self-aware as they are expressive.
Personality:
Having grown up around sharp, shiny metal objects, Kalenia is no stranger to self defense and fighting. Some call her a jumpstart, while others are a tad nicer with the straightforward label of ‘defensive’. Kale is quick to take offense; though once she knows you reasonably well she might decide to employ her meager self control in not biting your head off. With as little self control as she has, it is no surprise that Kalenia is a rather reckless being. Always ready to head off on the merest, craziest scheme, she doesn’t enjoy taking ‘no’ for an answer.
As stubborn as she is defensive, Kale can accomplish any goal she sets her mind to. If you dared her to sing an ode to the Weyrleader professing her love off key in the middle of dinner, she’d do it, ignoring the consequences. On top of her reckless abandon for life, Kalenia is quite tactless. Admittedly, she’s gotten better since her days of standing in the center of the Hold market square and pointing out every little thing she noticed to her mother, whether it be pleasant or not, or the subject within hearing distance or not. When she says something imprudent or offensive, however, Kalenia will do anything in her power to make up for it.
Balancing out her painfully obvious flaws, Kalenia is a compassionate soul. While disinclined to go out of her way to help the downtrodden of the world, she will gladly jump in if someone needs help and is clearly desirous of it. In short, she’s more of a torch-carrier for the underdog than a philanthropist. Also, on cue from her Weyr’s liberality, it is not strange to see her being quite vocal in advocating new things, no matter their insanity (based on her stubborn recklessness).
History:
Father: Bryce
Mother: Kinenia
Siblings: Adonia (sister, 1 1/3 Turns older), K’ray (2 Turns younger, Weyrling at Igen Weyr)
The daughter of a smithcraft craftmaster and his master wife, Kalenia has been around the craft since birth. Before entering the weyr as a candidate, she assisted her parents and their apprentices, though she never officially entered the craft. Always ready to run rampant with the boys, Kalenia grew up heedless of any disgruntlement in her Hold over her behavior. She thoroughly enjoyed running races with the boys, playing at swordsmanship with sticks, and practicing archery to bring down small game.
Growing up, Kale was very loved by both of her parents, though because of her demeanor, was quite the daddy’s girl. Despite being her father’s daughter, Kalenia did not enter the swordsmithing trade and never thought to. She loved the metal, in all its phases and temperatures, but it did not sing for the way it did for Bryce, and eventually Adonia.
As she grew older, Kalenia took more and more time out on errands for her father. Her ulterior motive for this helpfulness was so she could feel the wind on her face while riding the family Runner. Over time, her fitfulness became more and more obvious to her family and friends. When a Search came through the Hold, it was a relief not just to Kale, but to the rest of the Hold, that she had been chosen. Now, she would get her wish of endless freedom, she thought, and the Hold though, ‘at last, she’ll be out of our hair’.