Post by timidity on Jan 19, 2011 3:00:44 GMT -5
Kretyn
Name: Kretyn
Age: 25
Gender: Female
Prisoner: Yes
Crime: Destruction of Property, Theft, Dust Manufacture, Dust Possession, Dust Distribution
Craft/Rank:....Dust Manufacture?
Appearance: There is the possibility that, had things gone differently for Kretyn, she would have been considered a very pretty girl. Her features are relatively delicate, very feminine. She is petite, standing at a mere five feet two inches, though this was once hidden by her normal wear of large soled boots or high heeled shoes. Unfortunately, as a prisoner, she is forced to acknowledge her short stature and leave it quite plain for all others to notice. Her frame is thin, lacking fat entirely. Due to the life she’s had, and her limited food and addiction to Dust, she has never really put on any weight.
Her hair, when brushed and clean, is a pitch black shade, fluttering about her face in gentle curly waves. The mass is thick, and had left quite a mess on the floor when she first went under the wing of the Dragon-Watch, only to have her precious locks shaved off. Simply put, it hadn’t done well for a fresh start, though she had managed to look well enough without it. Fortunately, it grew back over the turns and she is once again capable of having it cover her face when she doesn’t want to be seen. This will tend to make her look as if she is a head full of black hair on a red jumpsuit.
When her hair is out of her face, her pretty eyes can be seen. Sharp and cold, they are a vivid olive green shade. If she were ever to smile or even appear mildly content, they would be very nice to look at. However, with that proverbial stick shoved up…well, you know, looking at her eye-to-eye can be a terrifying thing. Above her pretty green eyes are, somewhat thick and untrimmed, black eyebrows that constantly dip down in glares. Beneath the brows and eyes are a nose, wide enough to be noticed while still not being overly large, and a set of pretty pink lips always making a “shard you” sort of look.
Kretyn has scars across her arms, as well as a few nicks here and there from her past romances. However, the ones on her arms were given to her by herself. They are a true reminder of the pain of her days going through withdrawls after being taken by the Dragon-Watch, not allowed to escape from her pain and humiliation with the Dust. Another reminder of her addiction is her lost appetite. Even after four turns of being clean, she cannot eat a whole plated meal.
Personality: Kretyn is far stronger mentally than she is physically. She simply had to be to make it as far as she did. She is very intelligent, especially with anything logical or mathematical. She could very well have been a beloved political figure, or an expert healer, but she doesn’t have that incessant need to do good that often follows those paths. She is a hard little individual, cold and calculating. She does not trust anyone, even those who have showed her kindness, and will be nearly impossible to befriend, if not wholly impossible. She has the attitude of saving herself and screwing everyone else.
To say that she is innocent or has never been in a relationship is a horrid misjudgment of this little lady. Saying she has a daddy complex would be far more accurate. Kretyn has had a great many relationships, multiple at various times, in her relatively short life, and all with men who far outaged her. Quite contrary to her rules of general self-preservation, she also tends to do as asked by these men, only breaking anything off when the situation became utterly desperate. Truth be told, Kretyn wouldn’t know where to begin or how to even be in a real relationship with another individual, one who actually cared about her.
Nearly perfectly silent, Kretyn isn’t much of a talker. She listens and observes carefully to everything that is happening around her, not minding eavesdropping on anyone within hearing range for her. She doesn’t know how to keep up a conversation though, and easily takes offense to things others say directly to her. In all honesty, it is her own dislike for being offended that keeps her from talking openly with others. She knows her opinions are harsh and her thoughts are critical, and she firmly believes in speaking the truth of her mind. This means that conversations with her would quite likely cause great offense to those she has them with, which will make her less liked. She understands that she has to live with these people, and with that knowledge comes the realization that making them dislike her will only make her life more difficult.
For all her actions while under the influence of Dust, Kretyn really isn’t a violent person. She doesn’t like being hurt, she tends to find it rather painful, so she doesn’t wish to inflict pain upon others. She has no temper to speak of, and can take a beating either verbally or physically, though her body will be far more easily damaged than her nearly nonexistent pride. She doesn’t step in to protect others, either. She has never had a true friend, and has never had a reason to fight for them. She doesn’t understand what friendship is, or why people would fight on behalf of others, especially when she won’t fight on behalf of herself.
Sometimes she may appear to be kissing the butts of every guard, and especially the Warden, by doing exactly as she is told when she is told, but it is simply in her nature. She is obedient to a fault, something that often got her into risky situations when she was out on her own, and has put her in a few bad situations within the Weyr itself. It is most common, however, that her desire to be obedient makes her better liked by those with authority. It makes her seem like she gives a damn, like she wants to be better and to get out of the Weyr. Truth be told though, Kretyn never wants to leave the Weyr. She doesn’t know how to be out there, free among other people of Pern. She didn’t know how to be one of them when she was one of them. For this reason, she has decided that, when her interview comes up, she will have to do some misbehaving, just to keep herself safely a prisoner of the Weyr.
History: Kretyn was born under the rule of the Dust. Her mother’s family had been healers by trade, her father’s farmers. It really was just a stroke of genius that the two had come to the conclusion that Dust was how they could easily fund their little family of eight. Of the bunch, Kryten was the youngest, having never seen anyone in her family before the influence of Dust had overcome them. The eldest child, a boy, was the only one in the whole bunch that didn’t like the means that the family was taking to live their lives, and he left them to make a name for himself as an honest healer.
When Kretyn was three, her closest sibling, a sister the age of five, died from an accidental overdose. It certainly hadn’t been intentional, but there was enough of the stuff laying about where they played it was really only a matter of time before it affected any of them. Kretyn herself was too young to remember much, or honestly be affected by it, but the guilt ate away at the rest of her family. Her mother turned more to the drug, and her father more to pushing the drug. Of the other three children that remained, well, little really was to be said of them. They grew up to be like their parents, to manufacture Dust. The eldest, a girl, used the drug without selling it, turning her life to prostitution. The brother that followed her in age had a bad reaction to the stuff, so he didn’t use, or even produce it, though he knew how. Instead he took to other bad ways, revolting against those who used the drug. He attacked his father, causing a fight. In the fight, the son broke his father’s leg, but the father broke his son’s neck. They were discreet about the whole event, informing neighbors that the son had simply gone his way to make a life for himself, as his elder brother had. Most people believed the lies, or at least accepted them.
All of these events had spanned over the five turns after the young girl’s overdose. At this time, the mother simply seemed to give up wanting to live, and literally wilted away. She died on the very same day that her daughter did a mere five turns ago. This left only three members of their family, Kretyn who was now eight years old, an elder brother who was sixteen, and their father. The men worked together to push the drug, though only the son used it. He was quite addicted to it, and often used more than he should. Their little Dust operation was found out one day, and they were each interviewed. Not trusting the men, Kretyn never spoke a word. The son, Ashten, was obviously under the influence of the drug and his claims held little to no weight. The father appeared to be a fine and upstanding citizen, a hardworking farmer who had lost his wife not long ago, and could only expect her death to be the reason his son had gone behind his back to make and practice Dust use.
There really was no question what the decision was. Ahsten was taken away, kicking and screaming, to one of the small local “holds” for those who were found breaking any laws. “Disgraced” by his son’s actions, the father was forced to pick up the pieces of his life and move to another Hold, a much larger one, with his daughter. The man had every intention of continuing his practice and wanted a fresh start where the people would not be so suspicious of him, nor would he be so easy to locate this time around. His daughter would be very useful, in his mind, for keeping prying eyes away from him. Men with daughters did not produce and sell Dust, at least, most people wouldn’t have believed it at the time.
Kretyn was raised right next to her father’s drugs, and covered in the actions of her family. At ten turns of age, two years before she should have been going off to study for a craft of her own, she was introduced to the trade flat out. Her father would give her Dust, and tell her who she needed to give it to, but only when they had given her the proper amount for it. Nobody ever suspected a ten turn old girl to be peddling drugs for her father, a wise farmer who had decently well tended crops.
When she turned twelve, her father was found out once again, only this time, there was no one he could blame for his actions. This time it was he who was taken to where the criminals were kept, though this was long before any permanent structures had been made. Kretyn was taken to a foster family within the hold, until it could be decided what would be done with her. She was old enough for a craft, but her upbringing was obviously in question.
She spent a full week with these people. They were a nice enough family, the mother a weaver, the father a tanner, one daughter already married off, a son who was training to be a healer, and a daughter who was a year younger than Kretyn, ready to work on deciding what craft she would like to go into. To be completely honest, Kretyn was terrified of the people, and quite ashamed and confused. They were loving and caring with one another, always talking to each other, and wanting to know what was the other person feeling. It was strange to see a family unit act this way. However, there was quite a difference when they interacted with her. They werne’t mean or anything like that, no, they simply pitied the poor girl. The adults often used voices that they would use on a toddler with her, while the girl seemed to think that Kretyn was some disgusting creature that had to be dealt with for the better good of the Hold. Kretyn felt like a pet project, something below them that they were working to fix. For all the trouble she’d had with her life, this was certainly not what she was looking for. She never asked for their help, and she didn’t like being treated like a dimglow.
After that week, she ran away from the family, seeking out something familiar. She lived in her old home for a few days before some of her father’s regulars stopped by, surprised to see that the man was gone. Against all her better judgment, Kretyn went with this man. He was at least familiar to her, and he didn’t treat her like some lesser being intellectually. From this point on, she moved around within the dregs of society. At fifteen she fell for a much older man, one with a love for Dust and a mean look in his eye. She allowed him to do things to her that she had never experienced before, which only opened doors for her future. She stayed with him for several months, even though he struck her sometimes when he was high, she felt as if he honestly never meant to hurt her. It wasn’t until he tried to sell her to another dealer for his fix that she decided it was time to move on.
Honestly, the turns after that were much of a blur. She resorted to the life that she had been born to, manufacturing Dust from homegrown Fellis, pushing it out to people who would give her hard earned, or heck, even stolen Marks for it. At seventeen she began actually using the drug herself, a means to escape mentally when she was physically in pain at first, after being beaten or raped by the men around her, the men she chose to have relationships with. At nineteen, she realized that people were no longer selling her things she needed without giving her funny looks, or appearing even afraid of her. She came to the conclusion that stealing would need to be done to survive, and didn’t mind sneaking into homes when people were away to search for their hidden stash of Marks. She never stole the whole stash, but often took a bit of anything that seemed valuable, be it crafted works or jewelry that they had lying about.
Twenty-one was when she hit rock bottom. She fell for another man, one who was well into his forties and liked to have his favorite girl beneath him while he enjoyed his Dust. The man was respected throughout the Hold, could never do any wrong in their eyes. He was a baker, and a renowned one, making exquisite pastries that were enjoyed by the entire Hold. He gave Kretyn a place to stay when the months got cold, a small shack beside his home that was no longer in use. The fateful day was like any other. She was staying in the shack when he came to visit her, bringing with him a hefty amount of Dust for them to enjoy. He had his way with her while doping her heavily. When he was preparing to enjoy a taste of the Dust himself, something caught his attention.
His wife was calling him in for dinner, which she had made especially for him as a surprise. While Kretyn adored and cherished the man, she was nothing more than a means to get his fix, while his wife was the true possessor of his heart. Without a thought, he cleaned himself up, dumped his Dust on Kretyn, and went to his Wife with a smile on his lips and no thoughts of the girl that he had just left behind. Kretyn felt rage, real rage, for the first time. Doped as she was, it was easy to understand that she simply could not contain this rage. She rose, donned her clothing and stepped out of the shack. She found some tool, she really couldn’t remember what it was, and took it inside.
His pretty wife, blonde and perfect, heavily pregnant, simply stared up in surprise as she found a raven haired girl in her home, covered in something that looked rather suspicious. Surprise quickly turned to terror when she saw that the girl was also toting a weapon. Kretyn simply found herself staring at this woman that her lover adored, the one woman he truly wanted, and knew that she could never be like that. Never be innocent and pure, and completely blind to the negativity in the world. She simply snapped. Screaming, she took her tool and started swinging it about her. She never swung at the woman, or even at her lover, but instead at all of their belongings. She broke a great many things that day, a table, a pretty mirror, some glasses and a cupboard. The mess was awful. However, with her lover cowering from her, his pretty wife protectively in his grasp held away from Kretyn, she simply lost what remained of her fight, and dropped the tool.
He had been quick to act at that point, overcoming her and tying her up, his poor wife crying in the corner, terrified and not at all aware of the reasoning behind this violent attack. He took Kretyn to the Dragon-Watch and dumped her in their custody. Her interview was left with few words spoken, but it was clear that she acknowledged each of her crimes. One passing grace her ex-lover gave was the vehement statement that she never once swung to attack him or his wife, so she was never charged with the violent crimes that would have landed her a far harsher life than simply the non-violent crimes.
At twenty-two, she was one of the great many criminals who were taken to build Warden’s Weyr, the place that would house her and many others. Having been in their care for a turn before the settlement of the ‘Weyr’, the shaving and scrubbing treatment were unnecessary for her, and she was allowed to retain her locks. She has spent the last three turns in Warden’s Weyr, doing as she’s told, and living her life without the Dust. She follows the Weyr politics, and knows who to stay away from and who to obey, doing her best to prove that she can be a decent person and to earn the respect and rights that some of the better liked prisoners have managed to obtain.
Other stuff: Her eldest brother, Karmen, trained to be a Healer. He reached the rank of Journeyman before going to a Weyr and Impressing a Brown dragon to become K’men. He was one of the watch-men that decided she be sent to Warden’s Weyr, though he did not know that she was his youngest sister.
