Age: 15 turns
Height: 5' 6"(will be 5'9" at full grown)
Weight: 110 lbs (will be 130 lbs at full grown)
Birth season: 1st of Winter, 2486
Sexuality: Heterosexual(though she'll do anyone, if it benefits her in some way)
Rank: Scribe - Candidate
Playby: Jennifer Connelly
Nenette looks like a carbon copy of her mother, save for some coloring. All her curves and her shapes and twists and turns and bends are all straight from her mother. But everything that colors her she received from her father. Even his odd genetic traits. Which means, she has his eyes. And the terrible headaches that come with them. She also has his jet black hair, though instead of curling the way his does(or would if he let it grow) hers lays in light waves like her mother's. She has a very light, subdues olive tone to her skin, which maintains its light tone due to her habit of remaining indoors nearby to anything book related.
She's not a very strong looking thing. Truthfully she looks almost frail, though she is certainly tougher than appearances would suggest. She is simply too tall for her weight. And she blames her metabolism. She can eat like no one's business, but it is hard hard hard for her to gain any weight, even though she desperately wishes she could. She has nice curves and she's certain they would be even better if she had some meat on her. As it is, she's stuck being just a tiny bit bony until her metabolism slows down some.
Nenette does like to look her best, and, even though her fingertips will inevitably be covered in ink for most of the day, she is adamant that she wash her hands regularly(she has many lotions, washing your hands that often will dry skin out quick!) and her hair, as every once in awhile a stray lock will find its way into her ink and get the tip stuck together with the dried ink. Which is why she tried really hard to keep her hair up and out of the way. But she will never cut it shorter than the middle of her back. her hair is her pride, save for her strangely colored eyes, though the eyes prove to be a literal headache as well, oftentimes.
In an attempt to take the attention off her ink stained fingers, Nenette wears a moderate amount of rouge on her cheeks and lips, giving her skin a rosy color to it that she normally lacked. Her lips were only a shade or two darker than the rest of her skin, and she is self conscious about this. So the added color is very welcomed by her. She is also quite comfortable in loose, light garments that she accessorizes with leather belts, beaded and embroidered and generally effeminate jewelry.
She has a rounded, narrow face with a nose that is just a tad bit thick for her face. She has high cheek bones to go along with her round shin and it makes her face look rather long-ish. She has short, straight eyebrows and large eyes. She dislikes the shape of her lips. They simply seem odd to her. It's not bothersome that the bottom lip is thicker than the top. But the general shape bothers her somewhat. But her lips are about the only thing about her face she dislikes.
On the outside, Nenette is a quite, demure, and tempting young woman. When you first speak to her she seems calm, quiet, subdued. She's a spectacular example of an obedient and submissive woman. And she has a delicate beauty all her own. And she doesn't seem to know that she's attractive at all. To be completely honest, she seems to be an utter Mary Sue, through and through. The delicate female who has all these traits going for her and she has confidence, but is feminine and lady like and everybody wants her and loves her and is friends with her and she's just perfect
Which couldn't be further from the truth.
Oh, no. Nenette is not the sweet, darling child she seems to be. This is not to say she is cold hearted and brutal. Nothing that extreme. But she is all about what is best for her...What will make life easier for Nenette? What can Nenette do to rub elbows with those higher ranked than her? She deserves it, after all. She is smart and beautiful. She has worked hard to be the best that a Flightchild could be. She has striven to make herself the best. To be extraordinary. To stand out.
She may seem a flirtatious and open person, and for the most part, this is true. She is
very flirtatious. She likes getting the attention. She likes that little amount of control she gets from twisting others' emotions to benefit herself. She would never use this in a way that would physically hurt another person, but it would be a lie to say she had never broken anyone's heart.
It will be a rare few that ever know her for what she really is. She surrounds herself with lies. She only ever speaks the truth if it benefits her. And there are a few things about her that she will continue to keep a secret, even if it does
benefit her in some way. One of these things is her father's identity. It's enough to simply be able to see him from time to time. There is no need for her to really make any contact with him at all. She simply likes to know that there is family somewhere
around her. She has grown without him, just fine. She can continue to do so, just fine.
It is unlikely anyone will know what she really thinks of them. They may think
they know, but few will ever actually know the extent of her feelings for them, whether it be adoration or the bottomless loathing, she treats most with the same flirtatious submission, bowing and simpering if she thinks it will get her what she wants. She's even been known to use her body to get what she desires, a gift she learned from her mother. A pretty woman can get a lot if she knows just how to push the right buttons, and is willing to use every one of her assets to her advantage.
Besides, one would be surprised how filthy men's desires are. Even a child her age is able to weasel what she wants out of them. That's not to say she'll sleep with just anybody
! She has standards! Even if it would
benefit her she wouldn't bed, say, a decrepit old man on his deathbed. Or an insanely beautiful man that's riddled with disease. Just not happening. She likes her clean state, thank you very much.
There is another little quirk about her.
She has a few odd habits
. She's not sure where they stem from, but they are so ingrained into her that to not follow these habits causes her a good amount of distress. There are two that she must follow when entering a room. It does not matter if she has entered this room countless times before, she must follow two rules each and every time, no matter what, or she becomes fairly fidgety and uncomfortable. She must knock before entering a room, three times. Whether it's on a door to announce herself, or simply on the door frame as she walks in, she feels compelled to do this. The second is to find each and every entrance or exit in a room. If it is a closed in space with only one door, that's fine. It's not claustrophobia or anything like that. She simply needs
to know what pathways are available to her.
Another odd habit includes a compulsion to keep her surroundings immaculately clean, unless it is her work area, which is generally covered in ink stains, though well organized. Anyone could walk into her room and know precisely where everything is, simply because of the order she keeps her room in. She also has a think about the colors light green and red(of any shade). Though this could be simply because of her general dislike of the colors, but you will never find her using or wearing anything of those colors ever, unless specifically asked to for work, in which case she gets fussy.
There are times when Nenette isn't her normal, flirtatious self, and these instances are usually brought about because of severe migraines. She has had headache troubles since she was born, and usually the only way for her to be rid of them is to go nap and drink a cup of water. She becomes frustrated at the constant ache and can turn a bit fluster, fussy and short-tempered because of it. If she can even see. Sometimes the ache even makes it hard to walk. She has realized that fellis numbs this pain, but she is wary about this particular treatment, not wanting to succumb to the addictive nature of it. She must be on the verge of madness before she'll take it. Which is to say, she's only taken it twice in her entire life. The migraines aren't normally so bad that she is incapable of simply waiting it out in her room.
Nenette was born to a Greenrider as a result of a Flight in which a Brown from a neighboring Weyr(Alevynn) chased her and proved that the Fort Weyr males were no match to those of Alevynn Weyr. Her father was a Ranker in Alevynn Weyr and so it was no surprise that he was no where around as she grew up. This was fine, and not so uncommon. She was lucky enough to have been born to a mother with ambitions, even if she had to live them through her daughter.
Nenette grew learning how to read and write and figure, and her penmanship is superb. She spent countless hours practicing to make her mother proud. And she benefited from their stubbornness and ambition. She grew certain of herself and her abilities and now believes she is the best at what she does, though she is not beyond believing that their are things she can improve upon. Nenette is always leaping at the chance to improve and learn something new. She has been this way since she was a child.
Nenette soon discovered that she had other skills besides her penmanship, among which were included a magnificent voice, lightning fast reflexes, the ability to move quickly and quietly with great speed and a shocking sense of direction. If there is anyone you would want with you if you were lost, it would be Nenette. The girl has been able to find her way home more times than not when lost and she makes mental maps of places she's been. It's the closest to a photographic memory she will ever have, because she's not good with remembering the details of what specific people look like or what their rooms look like, but she knows locations better than most. This is also a skill she devoted herself to learning, certain it would come in handy. Her mother encouraged this, taking the young girl on dragon back and depositing her out in the wild around the Weyr to find her own way home. Mother was never far. She needed to protect her precious daughter, after all.
Now, to say Nenette didn't let her skills go to her head would be a downright lie. She was raised doing these things and is immensely proud of those accomplishments. But it is a rare few that will ever know this. She learned early on from her mother how to act coy, modest and humble around others. It is more appealing for a woman to appear modest, she was taught, rather than arrogant. Even though, she is over flowing with confidence in herself. If she sets her mind to something, she will most likely accomplish it, even if it takes time, repeated efforts and dirty deeds to do so.
It was also early in her life that her mother discovered the terrible migraines she suffered as well ass the odd habits, including the tapping at doors and the scanning of rooms as well as the obsessive cleanliness. Her mother taught her how to mask this as normal, everyday behavior and told her it was strange and would ruin people's opinion of her if they discovered the oddities. Nenette certainly did not wish for such a thing, so she trained herself in making each movement and odd tick of hers into something fluid and natural, so others may not see. Even to this day, she has trouble keeping herself from becoming flustered when her habits are unable to be followed
During the Threadfall of 2500, her greenrider mother lost her dragon to Thread. The daring green dragon had managed to save her Bonded, and had tried to survive herself, but her efforts were for nothing as her rider was dumped in a pool of water nearby and the green betweened
before she even hit the ground. Nenette was left to care for her twisted mother for the past Turn, having to deal with her mother's twisted mentality. The woman simply broke, heart and mind. Now, there are a number of theories. People saw how the mother clung to the daughter. How increasingly difficult and twisted the relationship was becoming. Not two months before Nenette transferred to Alevynn did Nenette's mother die, having dropped from the ledge of her old weyr in which her dragon and she had lived. Rumor goes that Nenette was there when it happened. Ans she didn't shed a single tear. So no one is certain whether the mother simply flung herself off the ledge, her grief finally consuming her, or if Nenette pushed the woman in a desperate attempt to free herself of the oppression her mother reigned over her.
As it stands, no one will know for sure, save Nenette herself. And it is likely no one in her new home will know about it, anyway. She wasn't going to tell anyone. One of her mother's last wishes was that she go to Alevynn and look for her father to care for her after her death. Nenette obeyed partially. She did go to Alevynn, and she did
locate her father. However, she has no intentions of confronting him with this. Ever. As far as she is concerned, she is 15 turns old and old enough to support herself with her skills. And so she now works as a scribe of Alevynn.
She does have future ambitions. After all, the daughter of two dragonriders is bound to have some chance of becoming one herself, yes?