Post by masitera on Nov 6, 2009 3:38:40 GMT -5
Name:
Maliana
Gender:
Female
Age:
17
Sexuality:
Heterosexual
Location:
Dalibor Weyr
Rank:
Dragon Candidate
Personality:
~Quirky and Friendly~
Upon first meeting the girl or just generally observing her they would notice she is the friendly sort. Not adverse to getting to know new people or just chatting with strangers she’s an open minded individual. Sometimes when someone gets her in the right mood they’d notice her capability to completely switch from one conversation to the next, often picking up where she left off. In fact Maliana has stopped mid sentence a few times, talked about something else, then finished her sentence from earlier before continuing where she left off. It can be a little confusing and mind boggling at times but she still manages to come off as pleasant.
~Serious and Attentive~
When not confusing the population of the Weyr with her excitable chatter the woman is often working on some project or another. Sometimes it’s Harper business, other times it can be chores, or even something as simple as copying music. In any case at these times she’s highly focused on the task at hand, eyes glued to whatever she is doing. Whole heartedly this one applies herself to nearly everything she’s tasked with. If it isn’t latrine duties Mali usually gets it done quickly and efficiently.
On the topic of somewhat sticky situations she‘s level headed. She’s the diplomatic sort when it comes to petty squabbles or drunken brawls. Often she has to play the hapless female bit to get the more dense of the male population to listen but one works with what they have. On the rare occasion Mali will bark an order at a particularly stubborn individual. This is the only time she’ll eyeball someone with her ‘shaddup and listen’ look. Surprisingly enough it’s worked on people she thought it wouldn’t, though that’s rare.
~Angry and Annoyed~
Want to see one Bi-polar woman? Annoy Maliana and you’ve got that. Quite scary when irritated she’s not one to trifle with. See she has the whole ‘creepy WTF?!’ look patented. The girl does this twisted head tilt and grins like a demented Cheshire cat while laughing like a drugged mental patient. A crazed look enters her eyes and she continues this little act until the person goes away. After they leave her alone she sobers quickly and usually gets a good laugh out of the whole thing.
Now on the other hand if someone makes her angry then they should expect to enjoy vast amounts of humiliation for the next few phases of the moon. After all she’s a Harper and can make anybody who angers her the butt of a song. Once she even made another girl cry with the jingle she’d come up with. To say the least she can be very Vindictive.
~Passionate and Intelligent~
If there is one thing that can make her breathless with enthusiasm it’s her music. More then once she’s lost herself in a flurry of passion filled strokes with the bow of her fiddle. It’s one of the few things in life she takes joy in after all. With eyes tightly closed and body swaying to the music she can make someone cry or weep with joy with the sounds emitting from the strings she expertly plays. However lately she’s not found the time to lose herself so completely in her craft.
The only other way besides the obvious way to get her in such a state of complete joy would to get her into a debate. If she finds a reason or something in general to defend or speak about that’s worth merit she’ll match wits with the best of them. Though not the smartest creature in the world she’s bright enough to figure out most complexities to a problematic question and answer it with enthusiastic gusto. But such instances are few and far between. More often then not she doesn’t find much to debate so heatedly.
~Fears and Weakness~
One thing that the Harper can not tolerate is the sight of Vomit. To be blunt she’s a Sympathy Spewer. In other words if something starts hurling up chunks then she’ll be right there with them hacking up her lunch. It’s one of her greatest weaknesses. Even if someone starts gagging of hocks up a rather nasty bit of phlegm she’ll start retching. Sometimes it can be comical but mostly it’s not something pleasant.
Everybody has some type of Phobia too and Maliana isn’t exempt from this. Her fear is that of great heights, ironic considering she was searched. On the one ride she had atop a dragon she went stone stiff, fingers digging like claws into the riders leathers. She’s nearly hyperventilated and passed out too. When asked what was wrong she’d lied and said it was the shock of between that’d scared her. To say the least if she impresses things are going to be quite interesting.
Appearance:
If there is one thing that Maliana is it’s that she’s a tad bit vain. This woman takes exceptional care of herself as a result. Take for example her hair, the light brown waves always have a healthy gloss to them. In the right sunlight one could even see a bit of a golden sheen ripple through her tresses. It is rather soft to the touch and easily slips between ones fingers. The silken strands fall from her head in loose waves, framing her classically beautiful face and sweeping down against the sensual arch of her back to brush over her hips. There is life to it as well, bouncing with each step she takes.
There isn’t much that she can do with her eyes though, loathing make up of all sorts usually. However she really doesn’t need to do anything with them. Like ice from the glaciers of North they are clear, blue, and framed by long lashes. But they aren't frigid like people would assume from description alone. In fact they are quite expressive, often calculating and observant in their appearance. Her delicate eyebrows often arch or furrow as her eyes widen or narrow, adding character.
Upon looking at her face they wouldn‘t find the most beautiful creature in the world but she‘s still comely. More angular then wide is her face, with high cheek bones and a touch of natural rouge to her otherwise fair skin. Further south is her mouth, luscious lips more often then not lifted into a sly smirk or a cunning grin. For the most part her teeth are straight too, being lucky enough to not have a few knocked out considering her history.
Her body is something she’s rather proud of. Slender is she with lithe muscles packed tightly to her shapely form. Hard work has made her belly flat and tight. Those legs of hers are quite lovely as well, compact from those long hours of duty and running around the face of Pern. She can pack a rather solid punch as well, years of rough housing with her brothers making sure of that.
However though she may be lean she is not without her womanly traits. Starting from bottom to top she has a rather attractive flare to her hips, a cut waist and breasts supple enough to draw an appreciative eye. The woman has no objection to wearing clothing that shows off the last two years of hard work either. Often she can be seen in a skin tight yet breathable dark blue or black sleeveless shirt and a pair of well cut pants. She mostly wears boots, holding no love for thin soled sandals when on the job.
But for all her muscle it must be known that this woman is not made for great feats of strength. Stealthy action and agile maneuvering are more her forte. A contortionist of sorts is she, able to slip into tight places and move quickly out of harms way. Because of her penchant for silently stalking her friends, she has the feel of a graceful predator. Others call her movements sensual, those few being mostly male. This opinion could be due to the sway of her hips when she walks or the half lidded stare she gives people when she is amused. Or perhaps it's the sly upturn of her lips when she's on to something interesting and the slow tilt of her head if she's curious. But only the eyes of those who behold her will truly know for it is their opinions that shall be formed on her appearance.
Family:
Lina - Mother - 52
Malic - Father - 53
Naran - Eldest brother - 30
Alan - Elder Brother - 28
Ian - Elder brother - 24
Pets:
N/a
History:
Oh goodie where to begin with this one. Well for one her birth was a bit of a surprise. Her mother had plumped with age, especially after getting her Master rank in the Harper hall. She'd had no symptoms of pregnancy either and had bled monthly. The only thing she'd really noticed was her cravings for some types of food ever once in a while, writing it off as a woman thing. Then on a warm summer morning in the middle of cleaning a set of dishes Lina went into labor with her fourth child. Ian, her youngest at the time had run screaming to find his father while bawling about her leaking water. Needless to say Maliana was far from planned but not loved any less due to this. Several hours after her labor started the woman birthed a squalling baby girl, waving her fists in agitation at the world as she did.
Being the only female child of Malic, a Master Beast Crafter, and Lina whom was a Master Harper, had some benefits growing up. There weren't any lack of sitters or wet nurses when things became too hectic in the couples lives for them to tend their daughter. When they did have her though she was doted on, maybe even a little spoiled in her toddler years. Her sire would often sit her on the back of a runner he was grooming and she would bounce on it clapping her hands excitedly. Other times her mother would sing to her about firelizards and dragons while plucking cords on her guitar as the toddler looked at her with wide admiring eyes.
Her brothers up until she was five gave her a wide berth. As far as they were concerned she was a pest until she could do things for herself. The only brother who popped in to tickle or play with her occasionally was Naran the Eldest of the three. All that changed after her fifth year. She got a surprise when Ian ambushed her one day and started wrestling her, tickle attacking really. The girl had been bewildered, confused, and laughing her face off for a while after that one. Eventually even Alan started 'hunting' his little sister too. It became somewhat of a game for the three of them with her catching on and learning fairly quickly that silent stalking was a sure way to get the upper hand. After a while she started giving as good as she got, popping up out from behind things as they passed by and latching onto them with tickling fingers. Affectionately they started calling her "The sneaky Ankle Biter," since she was still small when they started this game.
As time progressed Maliana grew into a quick witted and crafty child. By age eleven she'd be able to get practically whatever she desired with her skill in sneaking around unseen. Once an entire tray of cookies vanished never to be seen again, though the evidence was smeared around her face in the form of melted chocolate. She'd gotten quite a scolding for that one and thus she learned not to get caught at all costs.
Besides getting into trouble and sneaking around the Harper Hall kitchens the girl rapidly gained interest in things musical. Her mother was thrilled by this, especially when she heard what a sweet voice her girl had. By the time she turned twelve she was already getting pre-classes for apprenticeship in the hall. When she finally was taken on as an apprentice by one of the other Masters she had a small upper hand with vocal development thanks to her mother. Due to her advancement she was put in classes with older apprentices and quickly learned how to make herself scarce with them. Most of them were rather nasty to the younger apprentice. Then again when a child is fueled by the jealousy of another individuals skills it happens.
During one of her escape trips from the other apprentices the then thirteen year old found herself in a hallway she'd never been down. As soon as she found herself in an unfamiliar place she went into 'stealth mode', creeping silently along the shadows of the walls until she came to a door. There she heard voices and had been about to knock on the cracked open door. She would of, honestly she would of if it hadn't been for the shout of rage that had come out of it. Blanching she withdrew and huddled near the bottom of the door, flattened against the wall as she listened to the conversation.
Ice blue eyes had gone wide as saucers when she realized two Masters were discussing a juicy tidbit about a Lord Holder that nobody seemed to know. The man was apparently preparing soldiers to advance on a smaller hold in attempt to wrest it from him. If not for her gasp at the thought of all the people who were going to be killed she'd of never been found. As it was her hands had gone to her mouth and she'd turned getting ready to run. She didn't get two steps in before a large hand clamped down on her shoulder and yanked her into the room, the door closing with the lock clicking once inside.
Of course the girl had stood there stock still in the middle of the room as two Masters eyeballed her silently. Rapidly and calculatingly she flicked her own eyes from one to the other, shifting her weight on her feet nervously. She looked like a frightened rabbit ready to take off and would of if given the opportunity. IT felt like years as she stood there but really it was only a few seconds. The large man who had pulled her into the room looked at her then looked at the other Master before barking out, "This solves your problem. She's young and if she was able to listen in this much before getting caught then she can be trained a bit. She'd be perfect." That had really set the girl off, heart beating quickly in her chest. Gradually, little by little she started inching her way towards a window near by. It was open and they were on the ground floor. She never made it though because the smaller of the two Masters who she later learned was Master Tralis darted over and grabbed her before she could get a foot over.
From that day on the girls life was never really the same again. In the middle of a vocal lesson or writing duties she'd be pulled out of class by a Journeyman then brought to Tralis. He was her new sponsor and as time went by she learned of the 'other' part of the Harper Hall. Apparently they weren't all songs and music. There was a darker side that she had become a part of. Other Harpers with unique skills were singled out discreetly and trained to become operatives that specialized in information gathering. Maliana was now one of them and as she progressed she became quite good at what she did.
Along with her love of knowledge, hidden knowledge that is, the woman became enthralled with the Violin around fourteen years. She loved the instrument like nothing else and after learning the basics of playing it she practically took off with it. A few songs that were now in the Halls records were pieces of her own, hauntingly beautiful melodies filled with passionate notes that stuck with someone for days. By the time she walked the tables she was the most proficient user of the Instrument that wasn't a Master.
Time flew by for her the next few months and Mali found herself being searched one evening. She was minding her own business in the court yard, playing fetch with one of the Hall canines when a Blue dragon came from between with a message. Admiringly she watched the beast from a polite distance....until he turned his head and stared at her like she was the most fascinating thing in the world. It was when his rider came out and over to her, telling her she was searched, that she realized exactly why. Searched? Her? Seriously? She was more then pleased and nearly hugged the blue rider. As it was she bolted to Tralis and told him the news, being the Master she was closest with.
With his blessing and after a word with her parents she took off to the Weyr, only to find out she had a rabid fear of heights upon take off. Not wanting to be rejected before she even had a shot the girl kept her mouth closed on the issue, figuring she'd deal with the problem should she impress.
Dragon Preference:
As long as it's not pink I'm fine with whatever the admins think I'm fit for. Though I ask at a chance to at least aim high. If my character is not deemed fit for a Queen, so be it.
Maliana
Gender:
Female
Age:
17
Sexuality:
Heterosexual
Location:
Dalibor Weyr
Rank:
Dragon Candidate
Personality:
~Quirky and Friendly~
Upon first meeting the girl or just generally observing her they would notice she is the friendly sort. Not adverse to getting to know new people or just chatting with strangers she’s an open minded individual. Sometimes when someone gets her in the right mood they’d notice her capability to completely switch from one conversation to the next, often picking up where she left off. In fact Maliana has stopped mid sentence a few times, talked about something else, then finished her sentence from earlier before continuing where she left off. It can be a little confusing and mind boggling at times but she still manages to come off as pleasant.
~Serious and Attentive~
When not confusing the population of the Weyr with her excitable chatter the woman is often working on some project or another. Sometimes it’s Harper business, other times it can be chores, or even something as simple as copying music. In any case at these times she’s highly focused on the task at hand, eyes glued to whatever she is doing. Whole heartedly this one applies herself to nearly everything she’s tasked with. If it isn’t latrine duties Mali usually gets it done quickly and efficiently.
On the topic of somewhat sticky situations she‘s level headed. She’s the diplomatic sort when it comes to petty squabbles or drunken brawls. Often she has to play the hapless female bit to get the more dense of the male population to listen but one works with what they have. On the rare occasion Mali will bark an order at a particularly stubborn individual. This is the only time she’ll eyeball someone with her ‘shaddup and listen’ look. Surprisingly enough it’s worked on people she thought it wouldn’t, though that’s rare.
~Angry and Annoyed~
Want to see one Bi-polar woman? Annoy Maliana and you’ve got that. Quite scary when irritated she’s not one to trifle with. See she has the whole ‘creepy WTF?!’ look patented. The girl does this twisted head tilt and grins like a demented Cheshire cat while laughing like a drugged mental patient. A crazed look enters her eyes and she continues this little act until the person goes away. After they leave her alone she sobers quickly and usually gets a good laugh out of the whole thing.
Now on the other hand if someone makes her angry then they should expect to enjoy vast amounts of humiliation for the next few phases of the moon. After all she’s a Harper and can make anybody who angers her the butt of a song. Once she even made another girl cry with the jingle she’d come up with. To say the least she can be very Vindictive.
~Passionate and Intelligent~
If there is one thing that can make her breathless with enthusiasm it’s her music. More then once she’s lost herself in a flurry of passion filled strokes with the bow of her fiddle. It’s one of the few things in life she takes joy in after all. With eyes tightly closed and body swaying to the music she can make someone cry or weep with joy with the sounds emitting from the strings she expertly plays. However lately she’s not found the time to lose herself so completely in her craft.
The only other way besides the obvious way to get her in such a state of complete joy would to get her into a debate. If she finds a reason or something in general to defend or speak about that’s worth merit she’ll match wits with the best of them. Though not the smartest creature in the world she’s bright enough to figure out most complexities to a problematic question and answer it with enthusiastic gusto. But such instances are few and far between. More often then not she doesn’t find much to debate so heatedly.
~Fears and Weakness~
One thing that the Harper can not tolerate is the sight of Vomit. To be blunt she’s a Sympathy Spewer. In other words if something starts hurling up chunks then she’ll be right there with them hacking up her lunch. It’s one of her greatest weaknesses. Even if someone starts gagging of hocks up a rather nasty bit of phlegm she’ll start retching. Sometimes it can be comical but mostly it’s not something pleasant.
Everybody has some type of Phobia too and Maliana isn’t exempt from this. Her fear is that of great heights, ironic considering she was searched. On the one ride she had atop a dragon she went stone stiff, fingers digging like claws into the riders leathers. She’s nearly hyperventilated and passed out too. When asked what was wrong she’d lied and said it was the shock of between that’d scared her. To say the least if she impresses things are going to be quite interesting.
Appearance:
If there is one thing that Maliana is it’s that she’s a tad bit vain. This woman takes exceptional care of herself as a result. Take for example her hair, the light brown waves always have a healthy gloss to them. In the right sunlight one could even see a bit of a golden sheen ripple through her tresses. It is rather soft to the touch and easily slips between ones fingers. The silken strands fall from her head in loose waves, framing her classically beautiful face and sweeping down against the sensual arch of her back to brush over her hips. There is life to it as well, bouncing with each step she takes.
There isn’t much that she can do with her eyes though, loathing make up of all sorts usually. However she really doesn’t need to do anything with them. Like ice from the glaciers of North they are clear, blue, and framed by long lashes. But they aren't frigid like people would assume from description alone. In fact they are quite expressive, often calculating and observant in their appearance. Her delicate eyebrows often arch or furrow as her eyes widen or narrow, adding character.
Upon looking at her face they wouldn‘t find the most beautiful creature in the world but she‘s still comely. More angular then wide is her face, with high cheek bones and a touch of natural rouge to her otherwise fair skin. Further south is her mouth, luscious lips more often then not lifted into a sly smirk or a cunning grin. For the most part her teeth are straight too, being lucky enough to not have a few knocked out considering her history.
Her body is something she’s rather proud of. Slender is she with lithe muscles packed tightly to her shapely form. Hard work has made her belly flat and tight. Those legs of hers are quite lovely as well, compact from those long hours of duty and running around the face of Pern. She can pack a rather solid punch as well, years of rough housing with her brothers making sure of that.
However though she may be lean she is not without her womanly traits. Starting from bottom to top she has a rather attractive flare to her hips, a cut waist and breasts supple enough to draw an appreciative eye. The woman has no objection to wearing clothing that shows off the last two years of hard work either. Often she can be seen in a skin tight yet breathable dark blue or black sleeveless shirt and a pair of well cut pants. She mostly wears boots, holding no love for thin soled sandals when on the job.
But for all her muscle it must be known that this woman is not made for great feats of strength. Stealthy action and agile maneuvering are more her forte. A contortionist of sorts is she, able to slip into tight places and move quickly out of harms way. Because of her penchant for silently stalking her friends, she has the feel of a graceful predator. Others call her movements sensual, those few being mostly male. This opinion could be due to the sway of her hips when she walks or the half lidded stare she gives people when she is amused. Or perhaps it's the sly upturn of her lips when she's on to something interesting and the slow tilt of her head if she's curious. But only the eyes of those who behold her will truly know for it is their opinions that shall be formed on her appearance.
Family:
Lina - Mother - 52
Malic - Father - 53
Naran - Eldest brother - 30
Alan - Elder Brother - 28
Ian - Elder brother - 24
Pets:
N/a
History:
Oh goodie where to begin with this one. Well for one her birth was a bit of a surprise. Her mother had plumped with age, especially after getting her Master rank in the Harper hall. She'd had no symptoms of pregnancy either and had bled monthly. The only thing she'd really noticed was her cravings for some types of food ever once in a while, writing it off as a woman thing. Then on a warm summer morning in the middle of cleaning a set of dishes Lina went into labor with her fourth child. Ian, her youngest at the time had run screaming to find his father while bawling about her leaking water. Needless to say Maliana was far from planned but not loved any less due to this. Several hours after her labor started the woman birthed a squalling baby girl, waving her fists in agitation at the world as she did.
Being the only female child of Malic, a Master Beast Crafter, and Lina whom was a Master Harper, had some benefits growing up. There weren't any lack of sitters or wet nurses when things became too hectic in the couples lives for them to tend their daughter. When they did have her though she was doted on, maybe even a little spoiled in her toddler years. Her sire would often sit her on the back of a runner he was grooming and she would bounce on it clapping her hands excitedly. Other times her mother would sing to her about firelizards and dragons while plucking cords on her guitar as the toddler looked at her with wide admiring eyes.
Her brothers up until she was five gave her a wide berth. As far as they were concerned she was a pest until she could do things for herself. The only brother who popped in to tickle or play with her occasionally was Naran the Eldest of the three. All that changed after her fifth year. She got a surprise when Ian ambushed her one day and started wrestling her, tickle attacking really. The girl had been bewildered, confused, and laughing her face off for a while after that one. Eventually even Alan started 'hunting' his little sister too. It became somewhat of a game for the three of them with her catching on and learning fairly quickly that silent stalking was a sure way to get the upper hand. After a while she started giving as good as she got, popping up out from behind things as they passed by and latching onto them with tickling fingers. Affectionately they started calling her "The sneaky Ankle Biter," since she was still small when they started this game.
As time progressed Maliana grew into a quick witted and crafty child. By age eleven she'd be able to get practically whatever she desired with her skill in sneaking around unseen. Once an entire tray of cookies vanished never to be seen again, though the evidence was smeared around her face in the form of melted chocolate. She'd gotten quite a scolding for that one and thus she learned not to get caught at all costs.
Besides getting into trouble and sneaking around the Harper Hall kitchens the girl rapidly gained interest in things musical. Her mother was thrilled by this, especially when she heard what a sweet voice her girl had. By the time she turned twelve she was already getting pre-classes for apprenticeship in the hall. When she finally was taken on as an apprentice by one of the other Masters she had a small upper hand with vocal development thanks to her mother. Due to her advancement she was put in classes with older apprentices and quickly learned how to make herself scarce with them. Most of them were rather nasty to the younger apprentice. Then again when a child is fueled by the jealousy of another individuals skills it happens.
During one of her escape trips from the other apprentices the then thirteen year old found herself in a hallway she'd never been down. As soon as she found herself in an unfamiliar place she went into 'stealth mode', creeping silently along the shadows of the walls until she came to a door. There she heard voices and had been about to knock on the cracked open door. She would of, honestly she would of if it hadn't been for the shout of rage that had come out of it. Blanching she withdrew and huddled near the bottom of the door, flattened against the wall as she listened to the conversation.
Ice blue eyes had gone wide as saucers when she realized two Masters were discussing a juicy tidbit about a Lord Holder that nobody seemed to know. The man was apparently preparing soldiers to advance on a smaller hold in attempt to wrest it from him. If not for her gasp at the thought of all the people who were going to be killed she'd of never been found. As it was her hands had gone to her mouth and she'd turned getting ready to run. She didn't get two steps in before a large hand clamped down on her shoulder and yanked her into the room, the door closing with the lock clicking once inside.
Of course the girl had stood there stock still in the middle of the room as two Masters eyeballed her silently. Rapidly and calculatingly she flicked her own eyes from one to the other, shifting her weight on her feet nervously. She looked like a frightened rabbit ready to take off and would of if given the opportunity. IT felt like years as she stood there but really it was only a few seconds. The large man who had pulled her into the room looked at her then looked at the other Master before barking out, "This solves your problem. She's young and if she was able to listen in this much before getting caught then she can be trained a bit. She'd be perfect." That had really set the girl off, heart beating quickly in her chest. Gradually, little by little she started inching her way towards a window near by. It was open and they were on the ground floor. She never made it though because the smaller of the two Masters who she later learned was Master Tralis darted over and grabbed her before she could get a foot over.
From that day on the girls life was never really the same again. In the middle of a vocal lesson or writing duties she'd be pulled out of class by a Journeyman then brought to Tralis. He was her new sponsor and as time went by she learned of the 'other' part of the Harper Hall. Apparently they weren't all songs and music. There was a darker side that she had become a part of. Other Harpers with unique skills were singled out discreetly and trained to become operatives that specialized in information gathering. Maliana was now one of them and as she progressed she became quite good at what she did.
Along with her love of knowledge, hidden knowledge that is, the woman became enthralled with the Violin around fourteen years. She loved the instrument like nothing else and after learning the basics of playing it she practically took off with it. A few songs that were now in the Halls records were pieces of her own, hauntingly beautiful melodies filled with passionate notes that stuck with someone for days. By the time she walked the tables she was the most proficient user of the Instrument that wasn't a Master.
Time flew by for her the next few months and Mali found herself being searched one evening. She was minding her own business in the court yard, playing fetch with one of the Hall canines when a Blue dragon came from between with a message. Admiringly she watched the beast from a polite distance....until he turned his head and stared at her like she was the most fascinating thing in the world. It was when his rider came out and over to her, telling her she was searched, that she realized exactly why. Searched? Her? Seriously? She was more then pleased and nearly hugged the blue rider. As it was she bolted to Tralis and told him the news, being the Master she was closest with.
With his blessing and after a word with her parents she took off to the Weyr, only to find out she had a rabid fear of heights upon take off. Not wanting to be rejected before she even had a shot the girl kept her mouth closed on the issue, figuring she'd deal with the problem should she impress.
Dragon Preference:
As long as it's not pink I'm fine with whatever the admins think I'm fit for. Though I ask at a chance to at least aim high. If my character is not deemed fit for a Queen, so be it.
