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She has a fine-cut face with big, brown eyes, dark lashes and a delicate nose. The dark lashes hide her eyes from view when she's faced with someone who, she knows, is higher in rank and blushes rather quickly, even with her tan, when someone high in rank asks her something. Her eyes also indicate that this girl is a dreamer, they just have that soft quality about them.

Anoush has small scars on the back of her left hand, coming from an argument she once had with a small lap feline in her room that she was cleaning and clawed the back of her hand. She has made a point of not arguing with cats who are lying on piles of clothes since then.

Her dark brown hair falls till just over her shoulders, though she usually keeps it tied up, unless there's a real special occasion. So far, there has been none. She braids it before going to sleep, because she doesn't wish to take the time in the morning to undo all the tangles.

Anoush likes nice clothes, soft fabrics, natural colours. She has a dark green blanket she often uses to wrap herself up in while wandering about when it gets late. Other then that, she's used to wearing ankle length, brown skirts and, usually, white blouses. All very normal, She won't stand out with her clothing, which is the general idea behind her wardrobe.

She wears one, small belt knife, a gift from one of her closer friends, just before she left for Telgar Weyr. He told her to keep the pushy guys away from her and not give the knife up. Problem is: other then cutting up meat, Anoush wouldn't know how she had best handle a knife. Like the rest of Anoush's attire, the knife is rather unnoticably plain.

 

Personality:

Anoush was always thought to be a bit of a dimglow, as she always seems to 'zone out' of conversations or, in the empty hours, could be found dancing with make believe partners. Even at an early age, this was the case. Simple fact is: Anoush is a dreamer, with a very rich imagination. She 'zones out' when she's bored by a conversation, and starts imagining interesting things that could happen to liven the whole thing up. Her dancing with imagenary partners was just because she wanted to dance, and who would dance with her? She's just a drudge's child, after all.

Anoush is quite aware of her social status, and that she's supposed to do as she's told and stay away from men, like her mother told her time and time again. Because men were trouble, that was something Anoush's mother was certain of. Something else Anoush's mother was certain of, was that it would be better if it staid the way that her daughter would be seen as a dimglow.
Anoush was never taught to read, write: what would a kitchen drudge need that for? The only figuring numbers she recieved was how much of the ingredients she would need for preparing a meal. It didn't bother her: that was how it was supposed to be. That was what her mother said was allright, and her mother had been doing this much longer then she, so her mother would probably know better.

If there was one thing Anoush loves, it would be making stories up and telling them to her friends. Stories of brave dragonriders, flying of to fight Thread and return safely to their Weyr and honest guards who caught the bad guys and brought them to justice. Telling stories was her way of making friends. Not that she's shy, she's just not always quite sure how to talk about things.

She knows life isn't one of her stories, and dragonriders die or get injured fighting thread, that guards don't always catch the bad guys and that you can't recognise a bad guy by just looking at him. But that is what her stories are for: everything is right and everything makes sense in them.
 

History:

Imagine her surprise when she was told she had given birth to a girl. Well, Anira still didn't want her, or so she told everyone. One of the other drudges had had quite enough of Anira's endless whining and forced her to hold the baby girl, and seeing the big dark eyes, Anira slightly softened. Grudgingly tending to the girl, she, in time, grew to love her daughter. And also grew very determined to make sure her daughter wouldn't end up a mother without a father.

Anoush, meanwhile, grew into a charming little toddler, who virtually clung to her mother and even then, her dreamer qualities proved themselves: make believe friends.

By eight, her imagination caused her to be thought of as a dimglow, which her mother only encouraged: people that would befriend her daughter would grow protective of her, she reasoned.

As she grew up, it became quite clear her place would be in the Kitchen, as she could nearly all the time be found there, and she could cook. Anoush has an uncanny memory for how to make meals and sweets.

However, at 15, Anoush's life was severely disrupted as her mother was taken ill, and didn't recover. Anoush loved her mother, and losing her caused her to flee even more into her make-believe world, but with help of her friends, she overcame this and now, she wants to see more of the world, and what better way to do that then to go to a Weyr? That's where most her stories take place, after all and the 'strange' things happen. Using her saved up Marks, she managed to travel along in a Trading Caravan to Telgar Weyr, hoping they could use her as a kitchen drudge there. Much to her surprise, though, she was Searched. Taking on Candidacy in Telgar, she met brownrider Fy'ol, who she quickly fell in love with, but Fy'ol soon told her he was going to transfer, and asked her to come with him, to be his weyrmate. That she did, and gave up her Candidacy.
 

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