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Name: Marilye [MAHR-ih-LIE]
Age: 17
Sex: Female
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual; polyamorous
Craft: Vinter
Rank: Apprentice
Location: High Reaches Weyr
Physical Description: Marilye is adorable. She is always smiling, always bright and awake, always vibrant with energy and goodwill, and that positive energy reaches every single inch of her. Her bright honey eyes peek with poorly-feigned modesty from behind thick chestnut curls artfully trimmed to accent her heart-shaped face. Marilye matured young; short and stout with curves for miles, she positively oozes femininity. She favors layered skirts and fitted bodices, and even her day-to-day work attire is form-fitting and conscientious of the latest fashions. Mari knows that her looks are her greatest asset, and she goes to great lengths both to maintain them and to show them off.
Personality: Marilye is an innocent, young hedonist. That’s it. That’s the character.
Cheerful, peppy, gossipy, and live-for-the-now, Marilye is sunshine wrapped in rainbows. She is a fun person to be around. Bubbly and optimistic to the point of outright denial, she doesn’t like to think about the darker realities of the world—and of her own life—and when confronted with them, simply laughs away concerns and changes the subject. Life is comfy enough and she is perfectly happy thankyouverymuch and all that worrying is just going to make you wrinkle before your time! Why concern yourself with all of these silly abstract issues when you could have a good time today, right now?
She is a dreamer, but not a planner; her dreams are ones of whimsy and romance and attention. A bad dream is not a bleak and desolate wasteland, but the sudden realization of nudity in front of the wrong crowd of people. Frivolously foolhardy and brave in the way of the short-sighted, Marilye is extremely susceptible to peer pressure and indulges urges from her companions with giggle-laden, mock-modest showmanship. At home in a flock, Marilye is prone to mothering in a shallow, don’t-actually-ask-me-to-fix-you-problems way. Here’s a slice of tart she saved for you—you really shouldn’t miss meals so frequently--now talk with her while she washes these pots or Tilda will have her hide—-again. She isn’t averse to hard work but is distractible while in company and prone to daydreaming while without. When supervised, she is a solid, chipper worker bee.
Groomed to be a wife and mother and totally ******** cool with it, Marilye has absolutely no expectations for herself except to enjoy the ride. As she is supposed to, she aspires to Knowing Everyone, Marrying Well, and Having All Of The Children, and can’t even begin to imagine a future for herself that diverts from that plan. She loves the freedom that comes with walking a predetermined path and having minimal expectations placed upon her. While coming to the Weyr did upset that walk, it did so in a romantic, near-magical way. Whisked off by a handsome rider to a bustling community full of drama, ritual, and dangerous beasts? What girl would have it any other way! It is safe to say that Marilye, who is a bit intimidated by the prospect of Impressing, has no expectation of actually doing so—-and it is debatable as to whether the rider who Searched her believed she stood a chance either—but the Weyr is vastly more exciting than her family’s winery ever was, and she has no intention of every leaving again.
Positive Trait List Enthusiastic, whimsical, convivial, content
Negative Trait List Naïve, complicit, short-sighted, indifferent
History: Marilye had never shared her father’s ambitious nature, and that suited them both. The Mastervinter Sinomar was locally famous for his pluck. With little but his bootstraps—and the legacy of a small holding in the highlands of northeastern Tillek, held by his family for generations—he had crossed the continent to study amongst the best in Benden’s Vinter Hall and had returned with the secrets of Wealth. Within a few short turns of attaining his Mastery, the Mastervinter, as he was locally known, had transformed his family’s self-sustaining cothold into an industry. Three decades later, the historic farmhouse, barn, and silo had multiplied to form a sprawling community, and acres and acres of sunny, temperate Tillek foothills were laden with leafy vines. The fruits of his labors (well, the fermented juices of the fruits of his labors) fetched a mighty sum in nearby Nabol, and Sinovar and his community prospered.
The fourth child of the Mastervinter and his beloved, industrious wife, Marilye entered the world to comfort and stability. After two brothers and a sister, her birth was celebrated, she was loved, and then her parents’ attentions moved on with the birth of another brother the following year. Marilye was not a forgotten child or an unwanted one; indeed, her parents were if anything too doting upon all of their children. But the eldest boys would inherit their father’s responsibilities, and her elder sister would be available to ensure valuable marriage alliances; if Mari respected her parents and maintained happy relationships with her siblings, there would always be someone to take care of her. She would be fine.
Under her parents’ watchful eyes, she grew and learned and dreamed—of the next Gather and who she might dance with there, of what the home that Papa would build for them would look like, of names for the children that they would bear. She pushed boundaries and received quiet, distracted scoldings and crossed the same lines again the next day. There were beaus and out-past-curfews and smalls scandals giggled in hush voices across the mess hall. Mari was sighed over for being “willful” and “lost in the clouds”, but oh, perhaps it was good for a girl to have “spirit”? Heads were shaken and tongues were clicked, and life moved on, and Marilye danced through it. What more could you do with a silly, dreamy girl?
As if from a Harper’s song, her dream-beau found her on the Gather square one cool, clean night in late summer. He told her stories of many-colored eggs hardening on hot Sands and of the dragonet which grew within one of them, the dragonet which would love her with all of its being. He told her of snow-capped mountains and the curious habits of the weyrfolk who lived there, and he spoke sweetly of the honey eyes which followed him with such acuity. And Mari knew that it wasn’t love and knew that she wanted it nonetheless, and she left with him and his intimidating, beautiful dragon for High Reaches Weyr the very next day. As of late 3574, she has been in the Weyr—and not in the arms of the young rider—for little more than three-score days, and she has never been happier.
Other: DISCLAIMER: Marilye is deliberately a stereotype. She’s a sheltered kid from a privileged family built on traditional gender roles. I’m looking forward to watching her grow—in who knows which direction!
Candidate Specific Questions
Do you want them to have an official Search RP? No, but I might backwrite it eventually if I find a PC to be her boyo.
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? Yes
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