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Name: Nisadee
Age: 17
Sex: Female
Sexual Orientation: ???
Craft: /shrug (spent some time in Healer Hall)
Rank: Candidate
Location: High Reaches Weyr
Physical Description:
Pale-skinned, blue-eyed Nisadee is a cold beauty, who often dyes the ends of her blonde hair an unnatural color. Little about her could be described as warm or soft. She is tall and slender at 5'10", and has particularly long, thin fingers.

Personality:
Some things simply aren't meant to be said. There are some secrets that should never be revealed, not to anyone or for anything, and Nisadee knows that well. It was among her earliest lessons learned, and emphasized all her life, so it's deeply ingrained in her. Her mother is a skilled thief, her aunt the same and so much more, and her father an apothecary who caters to a less than scrupulous clientele. She might not be privy to their most compromising secrets, but she's seen enough - and been involved in enough - to be a risk or a weak point, if it suited her to be. But, for all her family's faults and failings, she is loyal to her own blood, and so she reveals nothing. If the secret is to do with someone she's not so loyal to? She'll keep it until such time as it suits her not to, though if she does decide it's to her advantage to make it known, she'll take care to ensure that she can't be traced as the source of the leak. That will be a rare occurence, however, as the potential reward would have to outweigh just how much she loves secrets.

She's something of a hoarder of knowledge, especially anything she's not supposed to know, or isn't proper or 'right' to be interested in. Anything anyone else shuns or dismisses, no matter how dark or how wildly improbable it is, she wants to know more about. For all her logic and rational thought processes, Nisadee loves fantastical notions - silly tales, superstition, fate, ghosts...even if she knows something probably isn't true, she would dearly love for it to be. It makes the world that much more interesting, and there is, perhaps, just a touch of romanticism in her somewhere. Having lacked for any real love in her life, she is caught between not believing it exists and hoping it does. Under the guarded layers, she does have a heart, and while she would never admit it - and may well not even realize it - is desperate to be loved. If given it, she would repay it with undying loyalty.

Her actions are usually carefully thought-out, as she is well aware of consequence and the importance of appearances, although she's not slow or indecisive about it. Just careful. Always careful. Interactions with her peers in particular are approached warily, as she has little experience with others in her own age group or below. She is polite, but struggles with genuine warmth and friendliness. She would like to have friends, as she quietly yearns for the attention and affection that have thus far escaped her in life, but she struggles with how to go about making any. Letting her guard down and allowing someone to see who she really is is quite the intimidating prospect.

As of now, the most important person in Nisadee's life is Nisadee. She's never been anyone else's priority, so she might as well be her own! If she wants anything out of life, she'll just have to do it herself, and she expects others to do the same for themselves. If she can see the advantage in helping someone, or knows that she has to, she will do it, but she will almost always have a reason beyond selflessness, even if that reason is just to avoid suspicion or a talking-to.

Positive Trait List careful, logical, loyal
Negative Trait List guarded, preoccupied with her own matters, struggles to form genuine bonds

History:
The product of flightlust between two unaffiliated riders, Nisadee has spent much of her life wondering why her mother didn't just hop between on her blue to save herself the nuisance that Nisadee was destined to be. Whatever the reason Anadee chose to carry her to term, the woman came to regret it fairly quickly. Taking care of a child was all-day, all-night work, which put a real cramp in everything she liked to do...especially her chosen career of highwayman, an endeavour she shared with her sister and several others. Within a couple of turns, Anadee couldn't take it any longer, and deposited the child in Bitra with her father.

Niserion was considerably less than thrilled. Intrigued, yes, and had his daughter been given to him at an age with any independence or autonomy, he might have been pleased. But a toddler? Messy, needy, babbling, underfoot, everything the studious apothecary with a dangerous side business neither wanted nor needed. To say nothing of his green, who hated sharing his attention. Niserion's sense of responsibility to his own blood helped him to hold out for three whole turns before enough was enough and the girl was shuffled back to her mother.

Now 5, Nisadee could at least be moderately useful; she couldn't rob traders with the band, but she made a fantastically pathetic street urchin, and was taught to beg, steal, and otherwise con people out of their hard-earned marks. For once in her life, she actually had a reason to be, something to do that made her useful to one of the people she most wanted to be loved by - or even just liked - and hung on every tiny scrap of attention and praise a job well done might earn her. More often than not, it came from her aunt, Anali, but every once in a great while, her mother did seem pleased with her, or at least not so terribly annoyed by her existence.

By 11, however, it was getting harder to sell targets on pitying a small, abandoned orphan, when she was growing into preteen territory, and again found herself...less useful to her mother. Clinging to memories of and fascination with her father, she asked to go back to him - a surprise he certainly wasn't expecting to receive again, but at least this time she was more capable of thinking for herself and acting independently. Really, she didn't need much care at all, beyond feeding and clothing.

Niserion set to teaching her about his craft, darker side included, but it wasn't long before Achlyth had once again had enough of this ungrateful little whelp who was stealing her rider's time and attention. As she was now old enough to apprentice, Niserion offered to send her to any Hall she liked, expecting her, with her natural curiosities and aptitude, to choose Healer Hall. She did, as it made the most sense, but within a few more turns, she was bored. Unused to being with anyone around her own age, she didn't mesh well with the other apprentices, and it was all just so terribly tame! She'd spent her life in dark, dangerous places, and the light made her restless.

Nisadee sent a letter to her aunt - after her mother failed to respond - left her apprenticeship, and returned to Bitra, where she sought out an apprenticeship of sorts at one of the reputable, well-regarded brothels. Perhaps it was squandering her "potential," but it was different, alluring, even a bit glamorous at the high end, which she very much intended to be.

...until a turn later, when she was Searched, before she'd even started officially working. The dragons in her life had all been aloof at the very best, never friends or companions, but maybe if she had her own, it would be different. Maybe someone, finally, would want and understand her. Though thus far, dragons have mainly been obstacles between her and her family, the bond between rider and dragon is also the only real love she's ever been witness to, and she wants that for herself.  

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