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Reanna Dalegard
Trader, Harper, Candidate

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Reanna

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Bio:

Reanna is a fictional character on PernMUSH. (Visit at http://www.pern.org or telnet://pern.mccr.org:4201)

This page is used for posting logs of her RP. If you are in any of the scenes on this page, and have a problem with those scenes being posted, please contact me via e-mail (Reanna_NC@hotmail.com) or +mail in the game.

What she looks like:

A cursory glance shows a tall, dark lad of about nineteen Turns. A second look belies the first--well, if she isn't a girl! You couldn't be faulted for the mistake, though, for in appearance, carriage, and personality, Reanna's a tomboy through and through. Her hair would've been the first misleading detail, since the dark, silken mass is cropped short in a boy's cut. It has a perpetual 'just rolled out of the cot' look, as though she never bothers to comb or brush it. However, her eyes, so deeply brown as to be almost black, are piercingly awake. They're set in a round face that holds a deep tan, which only darkens her naturally almost-klah-colored complexion. The button nose is too small for the rest of her features, and thin lips are typically set in a determined, thoughtful line. An unusually wiry frame suggests quickness instead of strength, and she does an excellent job of hiding a barely feminine figure.

A loose white tunic hangs to nearly mid-thigh, while baggy brown trousers top sturdy wherhide boots. They're cinched at the waist with a thick belt of deep, undyed mahogany hide. The hilt of a short knife pokes out from her left boot, but there's not a girlish accessory to be seen anywhere on her person. A simple black and white knot, much the worse for wear, is hanging from her right shoulder. It designates her as a candidate at Telgar. Through it is threaded two tiny strings, one green and one purple, that indicate her Dalegard pride.

What's said of her:

A small group of Harpers arrived at Telgar not too long before Mirrath's clutching, bringing with them a few of the newest songs from the Hall and a pair of apprentices.

When apprentice Chailik learned that Reanna had been Searched, he was at lunch in the living cavern with a slew of other diners.

"What?" Chailik was heard to shout, after coughing down an ill-timed bite from his slice of herdbeast. "How the shell did she manage that? Outright bribery's the only way any dragon would get near that girl. Seriously. Jealous? Why on Pern would you think that? I'm sorry for the Weyr that has to house the brat, and any candidates who have to deal with her."

Later, after he'd gotten a chance to learn more about the Search, Chailik was eager to elaborate on his opinion of the whole matter. "Did you hear her bragging about being Searched by a bronze? What she won't tell you is how she actually ran away from him. Scared to death, apparently. Oh, but she's from one of those Trader families, you know. They're all the same; do anything for a mark, and anything to get out of honest labor. She must've figured they were about to kick her out of the Hall--and maybe they were, the way she never does any work--and thought this was the easiest way to keep up the kind of livestyle she's used to. The whole bossing younsters around, wasting all her time doing pretty much nothing useful, that kind of thing.

"Yeah, she's a no-good layabout of a tomboy, that's for sure. Pulls a mean prank if you get on her bad side, too. It's no wonder she's got so few friends, and most of 'em kids. What, me? On her bad side? What gave you that idea? Shells, all I did was 'tweak' this guitar she was working on, honest..."

Interests:

1: pern

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