Journeyman Healer Tirasha

[Sparrow]

The Person

Name: Tirasha (although as a nickname, a few people call her Rasha)
Age: 19
Gender:Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual (but bordering on asexual)
Rank: Journeyman Healer

About the Person

Physical appearance: An overall short and very thin person, Tirasha barely crests 5 feet and looks even smaller because of her bony build. With practically no bosom to speak of and her thin legs, she does not have the sensuous build that some people seem to like. A lot of people, in fact, seem to describe her as having a ‘half-starved’ appearance; everything about Tirasha is just gaunt and fragile looking. Despite her appearance, she is a strong person (although some say it is only through willpower, not muscle) with lean muscles stretched tightly over her bones.
Usually Tirasha wears a tight-fitting wherhide vest with a sleeveless white undershirt beneath. Thin but strong black threads hold the vest closed, there are two strands that are tied in a zigzag pattern down the front of her vest. It takes a while for her to get that on and off, but it is very rare to actually see her with the vest off. A flowing blue skirt usually covers the lower half of her torso, with patches here and there of a variety of colors and patterns. Not a particularly acute sewer, Tirasha usually just tries to hold on to whatever clothes she can as long as possible and fix them up every once in a while rather than try to make new ones or save up the money for fabric or clothing. ((Maybe that should go in personality… but I like it there. xP))
A slender neck, probably one of Tirasha’s more attractive features, leads to her head.
This, like the rest of her, is small and it looks like the skin has just been stretched over her skull with practically nothing in between. The ridge of her cheekbone is high, giving a stern appearance to her expression that her eyes often seem to counter. Tirasha’s eyes are a radiant shade of emerald green and always reflect whatever she happens to be feeling at the moment. Lined with thick dark-red lashes, they also seem abnormally large in comparison to the rest of her. Easily intrigued by anything, Tirasha’s eyes are also usually opened wide and thus seem even larger. Her nose, on the other hand, is small and spattered with reddish freckles that usually seem to blend in with her tan skin but if you look close enough you can see them. Her lips are thin and usually have a pinkish-red tinge around their edges from Tirasha’s habit of licking them.
Tirasha’s hair is a soft orangey-red color, thick and slightly wavy. Usually she keeps her hair in a loose braid; even then it reaches just past mid-way down her back. Her hair is Tirasha’s favorite trait about herself; she brushes it obsessively every morning and evening and always does her best to keep it clean and pretty.
Personality: For the most part, Tirasha is a cheerful, go-lucky sort of person. She is used to just taking life as it is thrown at her and rarely tries to ‘fight fate’. If Pernese people knew about Hakuna Matata that would probably be her motto. Things from yesterday are things from yesterday and do not need to be mused over for the rest of your life. Reflective of her live-in-the-present personality, it is hard to embarrass Tirasha.
Also reminiscent of that, Tirasha can be painfully forwards at times. She has lots of opinions on everything and does not worry too much about stating them. Leaning towards the vain side, a lot of Tirasha’s opinions on things end up being bad. It is easy to temporarily fascinate her, but after having a little time to consider she will have lots of thoughts to state on whatever the once-fascinating thing was, and they will probably be degrading.
Despite all that, Tirasha is a very loyal person. Whatever she is doing she will usually finish, whoever she is friends with has automatically fallen under her protection. Very few things could be used to persuade her to turn on anyone she likes. Of course, being friends with her does not mean that her opinions of you will be any better, but she might be a little more likely to hold them back.
Last… she really likes singing.

Historical Facts:

Family: Forrest-father-deceased; Ria-mother-deceased; Lina-Older sister-34-married holder; Ben-Older brother-32-Unknown; Thyl-Older brother-28-Unknown; Meran-Older sister-26-Holder; Sara-Older Sister-22-Holer; Resta-Aunt-55-Healer
Pets: Mineral Flitt Willow
Appearance: One of the larger flitts, Willow has a dark orangey color to his hide. Over his shoulders and at the base of his tail and neck is a small spattering of lighter color, almost as though someone took a brush with yellow paint on it and shook it wildly in his proximity.
Personality: Willow is very loyal and undyingly obedient towards Tirasha. Rarely far from her, he usually perches on her shoulder with his tail curled around her neck. He takes an occasional chance in Sunshine chases, but is usually more interested in getting his fill of food for the day and then just remaining near Tirasha and doing whatever it is she comes up with for him to do.
Grass Flitt Tianthe
Appearance: A small, dark-green flitt, Tianthe is basically all of one color. Her wing membranes are slightly lighter a shade of green than her body and that shows up more obviously while she is flying and the light shines through the thin flaps of skin.
Personality: Tianthe always seems to have a bit too much energy. It is rare to see her perched anywhere, when she does land it is usually atop Tirasha’s head from where she can take off again easily. She is also constantly ambushing Willow, as it drives her crazy how he seems so content with sitting still and has to do her best to get the Mineral to play with her. Also, Tianthe is very vain and so the best way that Willow can ever come up with to get her to leave him alone is to point out some flaw in her complexion, which she will then spend long amounts of time worrying over- until, of course, she completely forgets about the problem and becomes coming up with new plots to get Willow to play with her.

History: Tirasha was born on a small farm on the outskirts of Naroon hold. Her parents raised runnerbeasts, and had a lot of children to, as they often said, ‘help out with all the work’. A product of an affair between her mother and a holder whose name her mother never revealed to Tirasha, she had always been the misfit among her older siblings growing up. The oldest of them would usually pick on her; she was the ‘tiny and different’ one. All of the children took very much after their father, and Tirasha was no different except that she had a different father. Although her mother would have loved to keep the secret, it was a hard one because of how obvious it was.
While living with her family, Tirasha was overall very silent and did her best to keep out of the way for she sensed that everyone had some sort of anger towards her. Her parental father was mostly just disappointed in his wife, his wife seemed to almost hate Tirasha for simply existing, and she was the one that all her older siblings picked on because she seemed so different from everyone else in the family. Everyone in it had dark hair and eyes, a tall strong build.
When Tirasha was six, Ria seemed to finally give up on the girl. She was little help anywhere and seemed to bring nothing but gossip and shame to the family. So she sent her child away to live with her aunt, a practiced but overall very solitary healer.
Tirasha immediately fell in love with her aunt, Resta. The woman had never had a child before, or even a husband, and cared for the little girl as though she were her own daughter. Through careful nurturing, Resta put to rest the nervous personality Tirasha had first developed and taught her to be an outgoing person who didn’t falter before the dislike of others.
Despite all her aunt’s work, Tirasha never seemed to get any talent for cooking or sewing, usually useful for a woman. But oddly, even at her young age, Tirasha seemed to immediately take to the healing arts that Resta was most experienced with. And so her aunt finally gave up on trying to get Tirasha to do something she obviously had little interest or aptitude in and instead began training her in healing. Resta lived within Baltabee Seahold and there were always plenty of sailors there who would come in with injuries to treat, so Tirasha started out learning mostly with people. There were still those with canines, felines and a variety of other beasts that needed tending to also, so once people trusted their animals in the hands of the little girl she helped her aunt with that too.
When she was nine Tirasha had taken herself out for a picnic in a secluded beach she had discovered shortly after moving around with her aunt and ended up finding herself present at the hatching of a clutch of fire lizards. Shocked by her luck, she quickly ducked in and grabbed a couple before anything else could get to them and fed them all that they could eat of her lunch. One was a large bronze, which she named Willow, the other a lithe green who was later named Tianthe. Once Resta found out, her aunt was very relieved. Tirasha had always been begging for a flitt but that had been something the woman had never felt particularly inclined to provide.

By fourteen Tirasha had become surprisingly practiced at the art of healing. The talent seemed to come almost naturally to her. Resta loved the child, but knew that she would be best off learning from more experienced people and with a wider range of creatures. When a Search dragon arrived at Baltabee hold in search of Candidates, Resta brought about Tirasha’s also being brought to the Weyr to learn from the healers there and, best of all, learn to work with dragons.
Tirasha had always been fascinated by dragons, although never felt that she was exactly rider quality. But in being able to help them with their injuries she could easily sate the want to be around them. Threadscores happened too often, and Tirasha could go the rest of her life saving dragons from them. It was almost like a dream come true.
The Weyr brought a new intrigue. Tirasha could hear all the dragons. As far as she knew, that wasn’t exactly how it was supposed to be. Riders were supposed to talk to their dragons, not herself… Despite her wondering about how she could hear them, Tirasha enjoyed this and carefully kept it secret from others. The dragons were cooperative and kept it secret too.
For the next five years Tirasha was trained in tending to dragon wounds along with those of people. Her ability to hear the dragons came in handy when working with a bad injury, as they could tell her where, when, and how badly anything hurt and could often give pointers if they had been through it all before. She has not built many of firm relationships with anyone in the Weyr during that time though, and although she can remember the names of most of the people at the Weyr and recognize their face, none could she really refer to as friends.

Well, Sparrow did her best. :3

[Zenniel]

Good job!

Accepted as Other

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