Name: Senna
Gender: Female
Age: 40 turns
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Rank: Headwoman
Appearance: Her mother had told her that her rich dark hair could have rivaled the legendary weyrwoman Lessa's. Senna didn't know if it were true or not since all mother had to go by were the songs penned so many turns ago, but she would admit to aging well. Dark eyes to go with dark hair, of medium build, neither too curvy, which she has little use for, nor too stocky, since there are plenty around who can do the heavy work.
Personality: When she was young, she had been labeled bossy and domineering, especially by the apprentices she chased away from disturbing her father when he wasn't holed up being brilliant or deep in another problem given him by the Master Smith. Now she was merely 'in control' and 'well suited to her post'. Quick of tongue and quicker of mind, had she been inclined she could have learned enough of her father's craft to rank, but she had more interest in strategy games. She liked cooking, demonstrated a good head on her shoulders, and capability enough to make someone a fine wife, according to her mother, but no man would have taken her had her dowry not been as befit a master's daughter; even her good looks were not worth living with. She had no great fondness for children nor for being biddable and her mother despaired of ever marrying her off. The qualities that made her a poor wife served her better in chaos that lacked iron-handed command. Being sharp to deal criticism, and difficult to pry praise out of ensured the earthbound mundanities of the Weyr were always prepared and prepared well.
History: Once upon a time, Senna was stifled by her father's expectations she follow him to master (or at least journey woman) status, and her mother's rather forceful hope she wed a Holder's son. Being Searched was a welcome way to escape without loss of face. That she never Impressed did not bother her greatly, after seeing how greatly a dragon tied one down. Sure riders could go where and when they pleased, but to devote her entire being to one soul, to then go out and risk her life and her dragon's seemed entirely foolish. So she stayed in the Weyr and apart from it. The ease she felt ordering others around, and her quick, organized thinking made her an indispensable help in the kitchen, where too many things happened at once, and was even more chaotic when Thread fell, and the wounded needed tending, but the roast needed watching and who could run and fetch more bandages? The previous Headwoman treated her as her own right arm, and no one was surprised when, ten turns after the dragon had refused her, she held all the power of the lower caverns in her hardened little hands.
Pet(s): like there are that many firelizards to go around. Senna has no desire nor need for a firelizard.
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