Birthing Date: 05.07.2739
The first thing truly noticeable about Anwen is her height - while she isn't exactly the tallest thing around, she does stand at a fair 5'9", which means she has spent most of her life taller than most of the other women she knew, even managing to grow a good four inches taller than her mother. She has deep brown hair that she lets hang around her collar bone, with dark brown eyes to match, and a friendly, bright smile.
Despite her height, she tends to be slightly slender, without being overly so. There are muscles visible, built over the years of Standing as a candidate, then over time as a weyrling, and now as a rider.
The first thing most people want to say on first meeting Anwen is that she's the stereotypical greenrider...but as you get to know her, she quickly reveals that isn't so at all. Never the less, Anwen is, very much so, a creature of pure and unadulterated emotion. Of course, this means that she's well known for acting on her emotions, as well as wearing them on her sleeve, so to speak.
This has shown itself to be both a good and bad thing - it means that because she's open, she makes friends quite easily...but on the other hand, because she's open, she's more prone to being hurt, even used, by others. Her temper tends to be extreme when she is truly riled, and, being a bit of a tomboy even now, she isn't exactly afraid to get into a fight.
Despite her openness with people, there are only a few whom she would call good, close friends, and those she protects with a fierceness to rival her temper, or her dragon's protective streak. She would do anything for those friends she holds dear, often showing a stubborn (often foolishly so) loyal streak.
Anwen was born in Ista Holding, to Wendi, a healer, and Andin, a harper. The middle child, she holds no resentment for it, despite her brother's occasionally cruel taunts and teases. After all, when he did that, she could just punch him, which would start an actual brawl between the two...and usually end with Anwen winning. Of course, she also protected her younger sister. But, despite the bruises and scrapes from their fights, she was always quite close with her siblings.
Once she reached the age of twelve, she had to decide between following in her mothers footsteps, and becoming a healer, or her fathers, and becoming a harper. Of course, at that age she had no doubt that she would do one or the other. Either that or she'd be swept away by a Search rider, to find a lifemate and one day fight thread. Unfortunately for Anwen, the searchriders didn't come - or, when they did, she was usually away.
More prone to giving bruises than fixing them, at least in the case of her brother, and holding a strong dislike for infirmaries, to Anwen the choice was pretty clear - harpering. She held an immediate fondness for the actual musical part, her strongest subject being vocals and violin.
It wasn't until she was fourteen turns old that her life were truly to make a large turn. She was at the gather with some friends, when a dragonrider approached her, first asking her for a dance...and then later informing her that his blue wanted her to go with them, to the Weyr, to stand for the recently-laid Clutch.
Overjoyed, Anwen, of course, accepted the Search, and only a few days later was taken to Ista Weyr. She didn't Impress during that clutch...or any other, for that matter. When she was nearing her seventeenth birthingday, however, she transfered to Southern, where she met Eiri and Harrett, becoming quick friends with the latter, and clashing quite often with the former.
Never the less, they all Impressed in the same clutch, Ei'ri getting his bronze, Har'ret a brown, both of whom she adores, and Anwen herself Impressing to a green. For Anwen, Weyrlinghood passed with little excitement (Well, except for the time that she and Ei'ri had apparently caused an Assistant Weyrlingmaster to step down from his post...how, she still isn't quite sure of, to this very day.)
While Ei'ri and Har'ret transfered to Eastern, she was a bit slower to follow, having a dear friend there that she didn't want to abandon, yet torn by the urge to follow her other friends. But as the first threadfall fell over Southern, it became a moot point. The friend she had remained for died in his first fall. She finally requested a transfer to Eastern, a request that was thankfully granted.