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Name: Tuelarua “Tuela/Tue”
Age: 23
Sex: Female
Sexual Orientation: Who really knows!
Craft: Self taught Artistry (Specifically painting)
Rank: Candidate
Location: High Reaches Hold → High Reaches Weyr
Physical Description: For a tiny stature, Tuela packs a lot of warmth. She’s a tiny thing, standing just barely 4’8”. Her stature for her size is appropriate. Thin limbs and a tiny torso, with the majority of her pale body being lanky limbs. She looks more like a toothpick than a real person, as if the slightest bit of pressure would snap her in half. Yet her face is more heart-shaped, and even thinner cheeks doesn’t stop a warmth from thriving in what should look like a gaunt face. Her eyes are an interesting hazel blend, and in the right light can often look like some strange violet and gold. Yet they are a soft green and mid blue in true reality. Her hair is a coppery red, falling down to her mid-back in a straight curtain--yet it’s often tied up in some looped ponytail to keep it from her face. A smattering of freckles covers her entire body, and sometimes the thinnest lines of paint connect them from Tuela connecting her own dots.
Personality: This girl, at her core, is a soft, gentle soul.
Her terrifying start at life has helped to temper out her personality. A rough, early start at Nabol helped Tuela to learn the important things in life--family, friends, waking up to see the sun rise again. Every day is lived to the fullest extent that Tuelarua can. She throws herself into working hard so that she may earn marks to fuel her hobby and passion. In the face of a hard world, she stayed soft and kind. Living in High Reaches Hold, she often sees other refugees filtering in from Nabol. Tuelarua could never pass by someone struggling without helping in some manner--offering fruit in her hands, helping them move something, or simply sit by someone’s side as the feeling of freedom set in. Yet despite her willingness to help other Nabol refugees, a fear runs deep in her. While her memories are fuzzy, she does have a scare of being forced back to Nabol Hold. Her own bleak memories as well as the slight changes she sometimes saw in her father--the new scars, missing eye, when his laugh dwindled, or when the light sometimes didn’t reach his eyes like it used to--made her terrified to be taken back. Yet her tenderhearted nature tries to override this fear, wanting to help those in need.
Creativity runs through her in spades. Turns spent honing in on her self-taught painting skills have helped her see the world in a new light. Tuela looks at the world around her in a romantic light, seeing what might be beyond just the skyline, or a smattering of trees. A healthy imagination gives way to the possibility of painting what cannot be directly copied. Yet it does take it’s toll on her. Mental gymnastics with an overactive imagination sometimes lead the way to a soft tiredness, as if she’s spent too much energy on mental tasks like she would physical ones. It never stops her from doing what needs done, yet it does give her a perpetually soft, dreamy look to her eyes. Sometimes this overactive imagination gives way to feeding on her fears of being taken back to Nabol, and sleep doesn’t come easy when the shadows hide her terrors.
When meeting someone new, she can be a tad slow to trust. While Tuelarua is friendly and sweet to those that approach her, actually getting to know her can take some time. Yet this soft, sweet painter may be worth the effort -- if one is willing to get to know her.
Positive Trait List: Tenderhearted, hard worker, lives every day to the fullest, creative
Negative Trait List: Overactive Imagination, Fearful, Slow to trust
History: Early life for Tuelarua was never easy, even if the memories are a touch foggy for her now. She was born to a pair of miners--a gentle mother named Arua and a smiling, happy father named Luet--in the fringe of Nabol Hold. They slaved away in the mines, saving up any scrap of a mark that they could. Yet they feared for their daughter growing up in such an environment. They stashed and saved away marks until they could pay for a rider to transport Tuelarua and her mother. The massive brown ferried them away in the dead of night, taken safely to High Reaches Hold when she was just about to turn 11. Her father stayed behind while her mother made a life for them working on the docks. It wouldn’t be until Tuelarua was nearly 14 that her father finally saved enough marks, under the watchful eye after hi family escaped, that he would join them as well. He was missing an eye and had a myriad of scars all over his body that hadn’t been there before, but he was home.
With both of her parents home and making a good, well-earned living working on the docks, they released Tuelarua from her obligation of working with them if she so desired. While she kept her position, the marks she earned instead went into a hobby. She bought her first set of paints when she was 16, and began to teach herself how to paint. Now, when not working, she can be seen scuttling around the Hold to find some sight to paint.
Even the return of thread had inspired her--while she hadn’t seen true thread-fighting, she sketched what few dragons she had seen visiting the hold now and again with jaws wide, flame billowing from their mouths. A romanticized projection, yet it was one of her favorite pieces she has painted thus far. The chance to go to a Weyr and be able to see a dragon truly up close, to see them honestly fight thread--and perhaps a chance to Impress a dragon, herself? It can only be described as a dream, but one she thinks of fondly.
Other: <3
Candidate Specific Questions
Do you want them to have an official Search RP? Yes! And already lined up~
Do you understand they will age every passing year regardless if you're there to RP the or not? Yes
Do you want them to have a possible Stands Impression? No
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