Birthing Date: 01.16.2740
Craft: Smithcraft (Sr. Apprentice) - Jewelcraft
Kara is a fairly tall woman at her age, standing at a more than fair 5' 9.5". She has a slender body that can be considered hit or miss - some like that she doesn't have too much meat on her bones, while others would prefer to see her gain a little more weight. Her chest is quite small, and her hips continue the trend of slenderness, being small, and she doesn't have much of an ass either. She has dark brown hair with even darker eyes, and often has a bright smile on her face. Her skin is tanned naturally, as she was born and raised in the southern continent, and her family has in fact been there for a few generations.
Despite being raised in the heat of the South, she keeps her hair long - down to around mid-back. Because of this she often has to wash her hair every day, or else it takes on a greasy appearance from sweat and dirt.
There are scars along her hips and on the back of her neck from childhood, when she was attacked by a feline.
Kara is a veritable bubble of happiness. Sometimes. She tends to be of good cheer, loving to have a good time and not having to worry over things. She does, however, have a temper. And a frighteningly explosive one at that.
Her temper tends to be on a slow simmer, however, so it can take a bit of poking to get to her. But when it boils over, it can be all the scarier, despite the slow buildup. She absolutely rages, though it's incredibly rare for her to get violent. Instead she'll pace and yell and rant. Usually to her friends. She dislikes public displays of temper, and does her best to keep a lid on it.
Beyond that, she's quite friendly towards those she knows and those she doesn't. She enjoys being around people, and personally feels that if you aren't enjoying life, you're doing it wrong. This has caused her to get into trouble from time to time as she might not think things through, but she never really means to do anything to upset people.
Seeing her down in the dumps is a bit rare - Kara's the kind of girl that prefers to keep negative emotions under lock and key, for exploring at later times, and it often seems there isn't an insecure bone in her body. However, after a few years of being left standing on the sands, she has begun to doubt her ability to Impress. Her real insecurity, however, are in her scars. She's incredibly sensitive about them and tends to pull away when they are noticed.
After three years in Southern Weyr, she has adjusted well to weyrlife, however has not yet developed the confidence required to flight moth, still more than a little uncertain about that.
Kara was born the third child to a couple in a minor hold - more like a trading and hunting outpost, really. It was dangerous, but her parents loved it. Her father was a leather crafter, while her mother was a jewelcrafter, both of her parents capable of creating things of great beauty. Her father also often took part in hunts, enjoying gathering his own materials, rather than depending on others to bring them to him.
For the most part, Kara was a happy, playful girl and lived in a good household. She was mischievous, of course, and often ran off with her friends without a word to her parents, going searching for firelizard nests.
It was one time when she was going searching on her own, without any of her usual partners in crime, that she wandered too far. By the time she realized she was heading right towards a wild feline it was too late. She turned, trying to run and kicked the beasts prey drive on. She found herself tackled to the ground, screaming in fear and in pain while sharp, strong back claws dug into her hip, tearing deep gouges into the skin. Meanwhile, its teeth were starting to dig into the back of her neck as it sought a fast kill.
Kara was lucky. Her screams were heard by a nearby hunting party, and the feline was killed before it could kill her. She was trapped in her bed for some time afterward as healers and her parents fussed over her.
She was fairly strong and adaptive however, even then. It took her some time, but she bounced back from the attack. However, to this day she will not go into woods by herself without some sort of weapon. Preferably shot by someone else who is with her.
When she was old enough, she apprenticed to jewelcrafters like her mother. By the age of 15 she had been searched by Southern Weyr.
Now a senior apprentice and faced with three years of failure on the Southern sands, she has opted for a change of pace, and transferred to Eastern shortly before the goldflight to determine Weyrwoman. She has left a number of friends behind, but she feels it is a small price to pay if she does indeed Impress at Eastern.