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Persona Profile: Tiyo

Writer: Iluva

Tiyo

Name: Tiyo
Pronunciation: Tee - oh
Age: 19
Birthday: m2 d21
Rank: Candidate
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Craft: Harper
Craft Rank: Student

Physical Description of Persona:
A little taller than average at 5’6”, Tiyo's too slight, too feminine, too delicately boned to ever be called intimidating. But dark-haired and doe-eyed, she does radiate an arresting intensity. She conducts herself with sultry feline-like grace, and because she doesn’t do anything half-assed, she’s built a strong frame with the trembling acuity of a dancer. Light on her feet, practically silent. Even her eyes, a sparkling and intense amber, survey with hunter’s focus.

Tiyo’s rarely still, even when seated. Movement and readiness seem to always be percolating beneath the surface, palpable to those around her, and that tends to stick out more than any other aspect of her appearance.

While seemingly delicate at her edges, to touch reveals the truth of hard muscles and taut limbs. She spends an almost excessive amount of time exercising and training, even beyond what most hopeful dragonriders subject themselves to, and her love of the outdoors is quite evident on frequently wind-burned cheeks and bursts of freckles all across tanned skin. While Tiyo relishes how invigorating it is to work in Dragonsfall’s cold, there is no replacing the enveloping heat of her birthplace; she still looks highly overdressed to the natives, even in summer.

Her lips are full, her jaw strong, with the bones of her face describing a beauty that is pleasant, deep, yet understated. She’s also the type who appears angry or pissed off until you ask her, and then she looks mildly surprised, or just laughs. A gap between her two front teeth lends unexpected softness and charm to an otherwise rather serious visage.

Emotional Description of Persona:
Tiyo tends to be quiet and bookish mostly out of habit, albeit rarely shy. Her wry sense of humor crops up just about everywhere, and it doesn’t take much to get her to laugh or smile, no matter how dry the joke or lame the pun. She’s also not easily put off, or put on. There’s a steadiness to her and an abrupt lack of self-consciousness ensures she’s not afraid to go after what she wants when she wants it. It’s not in her nature to complain, and she generally enjoys group settings even when she elects to stay peripheral, or silent.

She is however deeply, deeply set in herself. Tiyo takes time to reflect or analyse whenever possible, and cherishes what meagre solitude can be eked out in the bustling connectivity of a Weyr. And were she anywhere else, it probably wouldn’t take long before a bribe was paid to take her to one; she is a woman who likes to do things on her own terms. She’s also got her own idea how things should work and she tends to think she’s right. Not everyone likes that, apparently. Her stubbornness borders on obstinance.

A combination of interest as well as her craft duties keep her face and eyes in books and hides, and that is where Tiyo gravitates the odd time boredom creeps in. That, or exercising. She’s never been great with idle time; her mind is as busy and energetic as her body and she’s at her happiest when she’s productive. Since the destruction of River Bluff, it’s only intensified; a type of hyper-independence has taken root, which might actually be her over-compensating for a fear of uncertainty, of the unknown, of loss. It’s not always easily to accept help, to admit defeat. She longs for closeness, for security, things that still feel so far out of reach since River Bluff’s destruction.

Not that she shows it, nor does she usually wear her heart on her sleeve, not anymore. She’s got a sharp edge these past few Turns, an anger that can both be touched and yet never touched, not by outside forces anyway. Tiyo’s locked part of herself away, barely ever letting it come all the way to the surface. Quite simply, she doesn’t always understand what to _do_ with it, and that frustrates her beyond belief. Her work ethic and drive are obvious; she’s willing to do whatever is required. But there is some knowledge that can’t be taken from books - some you have to live and learn through your own experience, through trial and error, and a knot ties in her gut when she’s unsure how to proceed. And when things get really hard, when she’s unquestionably stuck, she blocks out the rest of the world, even those she cares about, and it can be hard to pull herself back out.

While it’s taken her a while to outgrow the flippantness of youth and learn to channel her fire appropriately, productively, she’s become a selective woman armed with tact and a sharp eye. A private person by nature, Tiyo’s not all that interested in others’ business. She keeps confidences, lends her ear and shoulders readily, and values those traits in others. On the flip side, for all her kindness and gentle empathy, Tiyo is quietly ruthless. She holds grudges. She doesn’t forget. She’s been known to disregard a lot of things in the face of a transgression, and then be hard on herself and deeply remorseful about it afterward. Constantly seeking improvement, because chasing something is better than not chasing anything, Tiyo can also be underhanded and petty should the mood strike her.

She’s got a gentle core though, the heart of a dreamer - all of it wrapped in a fighter’s armor of wit and sarcasm when riled. She bides her time, letting her passions fuel her quietly and steadily in the background, her eyes missing nothing.

History of Persona:
Tiyo was born before the current Pass in River Bluff Weyrhold, an oops child if there ever was one. Though her father rode blue, her family were primarily fishermen during the Interval, and with siblings more than two decades her senior, she wasn’t much of a catch when she was born jaundiced and premature. The Healers weren’t even sure if she’d survive her first few months, but even then she had a fighter’s spirit, unwilling to give up. Her fretful parents were pleased at their little girl’s undeniable tenacity, though that fighter attitude rooted even deeper and stronger as she grew. As a typical Weyrbrat Tiyo wanted for very little. The creche was where she found friends her own age, and she enjoyed the endless affections of her family right up until the end of the Interval. Life was good, so good that River Bluff may have been the center of the world for all she cared.

But life wasn’t content to stay that way. The centre wouldn’t hold.

The illusion first shattered with the return of Thread, which claimed her father and his blue that first terrible Turn. Later, an older sibling, followed by more friends than she could stand to count. And like it always does and always must, life moved on. Tiyo claimed her right to Stand as soon as she was of age, eager to do her part. Her mother’s attempts to persuade her to wait just a little longer were for naught - no dragonets looked her way, and no amount of hoping, fighting, or wishing made them. Content enough to Stand until The One came, whenever that might be, things were looking up with Vilarth’s clutch hardening on the Sands in Turn 8, and an indefinable sense of immanence fell over her. Like this was _it_.

Turns out, it was the end.

Home, and all its past, extinguished by the hand of nature overnight.

Most of her family survived the devastating earthquake and tsunami, though not without scars of their own. Reality rushed in again and again with each person, each treasured and memorized part of the Weyr that was gone. The not knowing what happened to some became a form of knowing on its own, the kind no one wished for.

Tiyo ended up in Dragonsfall Weyr along with her brother E’kavas and his children, along with many other survivors, and has been there ever since. She finds herself thinking less and less about River Bluff these days, even if only out of necessity. Let the dead rest. Let go of what’s gone. If there was any lesson in the loss and tragedy, it was simple and bitter: everything ends, so live now. Tomorrow is never promised.

But in the world she lives in now, it’s getting harder to survive and stay amongst the few who rise again and again to the vicious threat above, and with nearly forty Turns still to go before their rest is truly real. People and dragons are still getting scored, still dying, and there are too many friends, old and new, in the sky to dwell on the ruins of the past. Disaster’s not going to claim anymore than it already has.

So her eyes are firmly set on Dragonsfall, and what it - and she - could become. It’s the Weyr that took her in and offered her a second chance at life after all, and while she’s reluctant to call it ‘home’ even now, there’s enough of River Bluff and enough future ahead that Tiyo’s finally willing to embrace it, whole-heartedly.

Family and Friends
E'kavas, 39, Wingsecond, Azure Wing, Dragonsfall Weyr (brother)
Jevikas, 13, Candidate, Dragonsfall Weyr (nephew)
Kevia, 0, Weyrbrat (niece)
Ellenico, 0, Weyrbrat (nephew)

Pets

Dansa, Feline: aged 9, born m1 d3
Dansa was a gift from Tiyo's mother on her 10th birthingday and is a beautiful steel grey, the color of storm clouds. She's an exceedingly lazy and placid creature, living a spoiled life and bothering very few. She has no idea she almost didn't survive the disaster at River Bluff, and spends a large amount of time not really appreciating how good she has it. She's loving, but probably a little too possessive and absolutely _detests_ firelizards, who annoy and confuse her on a daily basis.

Approved: October 28th 2024
Last updated: October 23rd 2024


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