Post by Zen on Jan 10, 2011 0:53:06 GMT -5
EVER
Name: Ever
Age: 23 Turns
Gender: Female
Prisoner: Yes
Crime: Theft // Attempted theft
Craft/Rank: No Craft//Prisonmate//Studied some Healing, mostly midwife craft
Appearance:
However, that does not stop Ever from being a woman. It does not make her some stereotypical prisoner with no soul who toils and works day in and day out with no hope of any life just like it does not make her the other spectrum of stereotypical prisoner who fights and gets put into solitary confinement just for the heck of it. It might sound cliché, but since coming to this ‘Weyr,’ since retreating like a canine with her tail between her legs from her father’s Hold, she’s become hopeful of a better life. Sure, she has to work, both mentally and physically, but for the first time she feels truly free. There’s nothing cliché about hoping that her freedom will last, especially since she isn’t actually free anyway.
For a prisoner, Ever really shouldn’t be a prisoner. She’s obedient to perhaps a fault, but only because it works well for her plans. Being cooperative works both ways for her: one, she has kept Bailey all this time; two, she has never had anything done to wrongly hurt her; three: she has been given good graces because of her cooperation. From good things come more good things. For the way she was treated, she has grown good-natured in her general personality toward most things. She’s a gentle woman, especially with children or the younger prisonmates—the ones who are fifteen or younger—or the new ones who are confused as to how the Weyr works. She’s an agreeable woman to talk to, one who will readily talk about troubles, or the weather, or anything so long as it doesn’t include Fort Hold.
What are these ‘plans’ that Ever has spoken about earlier? Ever never really thought about plans until after she was imprisoned, and then she realized that she needed something more to live for. Her term will soon be up, and even if she finds that she is no longer a prisoner or still a prisoner, nothing will matter. Ever is a thoughtful woman who likes to plan ahead. She finds that planning is better than not thinking—look where not thinking got her. She’s got tact, though, something most people who plan don’t have, and she likes to think she has ‘pieces on a chessboard’ she would say if she knew what chess was. She doesn’t make very many moves—she can’t—but the moves she does move are usually for her advantage, like learning healing or keeping on good terms with everyone. Why she is making these plans I don’t even think she knows, since she’s been in prison for six Turns. But with the recent eggs having been laid, perhaps her plans are finally shaping.
Her subtlety and skillfulness come into play when she’s being a prisoner. Ha, ‘being a prisoner,’ sounds weird, but it really is true. She has grown skilled with the ground, and with working with other prisoners. Her ‘skillfulness’ does not necessarily mean that she knows everything there ever was, even about Healing, which she doesn’t. She just knows which cards to play and at what time to play them. That’s where subtlety comes in. She doesn’t like doing it, but sometimes she sweet talks people, and she’s been known to charm quite a few men. Subtlety almost means, sometimes, not doing one thing or doing one thing, especially if it might raise another prisoner into higher graces.
[/ul] History:
Underwein | 60 Turns | male | Lord of Fort Hold
Evandra | 56 Turns | female | Lady of Fort Hold
Siblings:
Unvein | 32 Turns | male | Lord Heir of Fort Hold
Eweina | 30 Turns | female | Holdwoman
Evander | 29 Turns | male | Second Lord Heir of Fort Hold // Tanner
Undandra | 27 Turns | female | Rider of Green Qawaith of Fort Weyr
Verwen | deceased at 2 Turns | male | deceased
Underwein Jr. | 24 Turns | male | Senior Journeyman Harper
Ever | 23 Turns | herself | separated from family | prisoner at Warden’s Weyr
Vundra | 20 Turns | female | Rider of Green Hinsath of Fort Weyr
U’van | 19 Turns | male | Rider of Bronze Ghroth of Fort Weyr
Significant Others:
J’rothen | 25 Turns | male | once to be wed to Ever; called off when Ever went to prison (formerly Jowrothen)
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It was not to say that Underwein hated all of his female children. He tolerated Eweina even if she’d never made a name for herself only because she was secondborn. He was okay with Undandra because she was the first of his children to Impress a dragon and therefore elevate him in prestige. He even grudgingly liked Vundra after she Impressed Hinsath at twelve Turns. But it was clear the way he lavished his sons with prizes and presents that they were his favorites. The girls were dressed in simple clothes and were often brought with him when he patrolled just for show.
Even when she was young, Ever knew that there was something different about her and her sisters. She could tell that other families, while a lot less rich than a Lord Holder’s family, had different familial structures. Fathers and mothers actually loved their daughters. So Ever devised a plan to get herself noticed. At the age of eight Turns, stealing wasn’t really a bad thing in her mind. In fact, stealing was the perfect idea, especially since she knew it would get her father to look at her. She was an innocent little girl who seriously didn’t know any better. When her father heard of her theft (it was two bubbly pies, and the clerk had caught her red handed), Ever was happy that she’d noticed him. But he grounded her and she found that she was infinitely worse than she had been before. Ever didn’t care; Ever had seen her father, the look in his eye, and she knew she had to do it again.
But she didn’t try anything bad until a Turn later when she was nine. She still didn’t notice that stealing was not an innocent act. She stole a nice cloth wrap that she thought would look good on her; it was her favorite color, a dark, bloody looking red that she simply fell in love with. But somehow they found out that she’d stolen the scarf, and again she was ushered in front of her father. The look on his face was positively horrid but the fact that he was paying attention to her was a wonderful feeling. He of course grounded her again, this time not allowing her out to any sort of thing she liked. Instead, she was forced to learn maths and relearn maths. She was also forced to learn reading and writing, though this was less ‘forcing’ and more loving. She hated maths, though.
However, the girl was obedient to her father and, frankly, didn’t want him to get angry at her again. But then again once she had been hidden away from his eye, he forgot about her, just like she’d lived half of her life. So the girl grew and she stayed obedient to her father, that is, until her father took she and her sisters out one day to a Gathering and described to the fellow Lord Holders how much he doted on ‘his little girls,’ and Ever snapped. She’d been slowly wearing and tearing, ever since she was eight, and just couldn’t keep up her visage. Ever was seventeen then, and had been obedient, except for very small stealings now and then that she never got caught for (and wished she did so her father would turn his disproving gaze on her again), but her father’s lying had gotten too out of hand.
At the Gathering, Ever wasn’t really thinking. She stole just to steal and she hadn’t really noticed who it was. Lucky her, it was a Dragon Watchman who was, unfortunately, off duty. He caught her with his coin purse in her hands as she’d been trying to run away. But he caught her, her, the seventeen Turn old daughter of the Lord Holder. Sure, Ever should probably have just yelled at her father. But that was not to be the way of the fates, for Ever rarely raised her voice, being a quiet person at heart. The Watchman spouted rage at her, but nothing was more horrible than the look her father gave her. This was the last straw.
Before she knew it, Ever had been placed in the front of the Gathering with her father standing before her glaring at her with that glare he always reserved for her or her sisters. Never her brothers, but then again, he loved them. He rambled on about her stealing a few Turns past, and Ever was surprised that he knew that she’d stolen goods even when the storekeepers hadn’t. It made her slightly weirded out and made her feel awkward in front of all those people. It didn’t help that she alone was being singled out. It was the single most humiliating event in Ever’s life, and if she could have changed one thing about her life, she probably would have changed how she handled it.
Because even after Underwein muttered the words that would ultimately shape her future—whatever future there was left for her now—Ever did not cry. The one thing she wished she could change was the fact that she held strong and was stoic throughout the whole ordeal. Not even when her father declared, “This child, this woman before me is no longer my daughter. Let everyone know henceforth that Ever, daughter of Lord Holder Underwein and Lady Holder Evandra is no longer. She shall be known as Ever, Holdless and prisoner of Lord Holder Underwein for stealing and attempted theft.” She never cried.
Not until they stuffed her into that tiny jail cell with nearly ten other women—for men and women were kept separate even in Fort Hold’s prison—and the women got a good look at her and started murmuring amongst themselves did she sit on the bench and fold her head into her hands and sob. When she’d finally stopped and some of the less-hardened women had cajoled her into telling them why she was here, she told them, with fresh tears, that she was no longer their Lady but that she was just a commoner like her.
Everything was gone. That realization sunk in slowly, as did the fact that her way of life, while all a sham, had not helped her one bit. She had not broken away when she could have, she had not been sent away to a craft because she had lived under the delusion that her mother, or perhaps (to a far lesser extent) her father had needed her. She’d trained in healing from the Healers of the Hold, but her training was remedial at best—perhaps she was better known for midwifing than healing, though small wounds were easy for her to heal. Now she had nothing, not even her pets.
Not her pets except for one, her Bronze Bailey. She suspected that all of her firelizards, Brown Buck, Blue Jayne, and Green Zoë, except for her Bronze, had been culled. She hadn’t noticed it, but their links, however small to her mind, were gone, never to return. She guessed that Bailey had been too smart and had escaped to her before they could get their grubby hands on him, and for that, she was thankful. She needed Bailey, a familiar face, a loving face, and she was certainly one to dig her own face deep into his hide at night when her mind rested and she realized fully what was going on.
Her ugly, arrogant, bastard father had charged her for thievery of all of the items, all of the crimes, she had ever done. That meant many, many Turns in prison. Not once did her father visit her, and the only time she heard word from her mother was when one of her mother’s handmaidens came to tell her that her mother missed her dearly. The catch: Underwein hated her with all of his guts and wouldn’t let Evandra anywhere near her estranged daughter.
For three miserable Turns Ever toiled away in the prison of her father. She was unable to get away from his wrath, nor his eyes. They seemed to always follow her even though she knew he wasn’t looking. She was an obedient woman, doing what she was told. The only time she fought was one time when a girl punched her in the face for recognizing her as someone Ever was not. Ever just fought in self-defense, and even then the blond former Lady was the one to receive the worst beating. The ‘charges’ were dropped, mostly because the other girl relented and Baily was threatening to scratch both the other girl and the jailor’s face into little tiny threads.
But the moment Ever learned of Warden’s Weyr opening, the blond quickly jumped. She was always in her father’s shadow here, even if he had forgotten her, and she needed to get out. So she applied to go to the Weyr, and the jailors thought she was the strangest person they’d ever met. Wanting to go to another prison was unheard of, but they accepted her request, as she had been an obedient prisonmate for nearly her whole three Turns in prison (barring the time she fought in self defense). Ever was deported to the new Weyr.
The Warden was possibly the most terrifying person she’d met, only slightly less terrifying than her father. She had to meet him, as was his decree, and she felt so out of place. The red was blaring, obvious, and she wanted to tear off her jumpsuit like it were on fire. Probably was and she didn’t know it. Because it was red. Apparently, the Warden didn’t care about her, or perhaps it was just the fact that the Weyr was new, but there were little complaints given. She was sent to be a lesser prisoner… what did they call it, a ‘non-violent’ prisoner.
Ever’s had a lot of time to come to terms with her existence. Thieving was just a step, she thinks, a step to get to where she is now, for if she hadn’t stolen, she would never have broken away from her father. She has had a long time, three whole Turns, to work on her healing, to work on why she was put here. Every day Ever is obedient to the law laid down, and every day Ever works as if this were the life meant for her. Perhaps in some ways it is. Perhaps, with the Gold’s… Run… this was a precursor to something bigger, better than living her life as a Lady in a Hold where her father never loved her. Perhaps now she can be a rider, and perhaps she will show everyone that everything has a purpose.
[/ul]Other stuff:
- Is estranged from her parents and siblings
- Had four firelizards, a runner, and three canines when she was a Lady
- Only one firelizard, her Bronze Bailey has stayed with her
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Name: Bailey
Species: Firelizard
Color: Bronze
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Name: Jayne
Species: Firelizard
Color: Brown
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