Jöisann

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Name: Jöisann

Age: About mid-20s

Gender: Female

Sexual identity/orientation: Female; females and males

Species/Type: P*nese human

Place of Birth: A cothold beholden to DragonHope Weyr

Place of Residence: We're Rococo

Rank/Craft: Wingrider; Leathercrafter

Duties:Outside duties as a wingrider, she loves to fill her free time with any and all things leather, especially carving, dyeing, and embellishments.

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Family

Sponsorling(s): None assigned

• First: N/A
• Second: N/A

Bond(s): Bizuth

Lifemate(s): None

Pet(s):

• Cycolo: A brown firelizard, Cycolo is greyish-brown in color like weathered wood. He tends to act reminiscently like a parrot. He often chitters to himself on her shoulder or from a perch in the rafters, bobbing his head slightly as he scans the room. But as much as he likes Jöisann's company, he like any firelizard can be obnoxiously social and curious, wrapping his keeper up in all kinds of embarrassing situations.
• Second: N/A

Others of note: none yet

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Flights

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Offspring

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Family Tree

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Physical Description

Hair: Caramel-colored, slightly wavy hair falls to her shoulders with a longish fringe hanging about the eyebrows.

Skin: Her skin is fairly pale because she is not one to particularly seek out the sunshine. Few or no freckles mark her skin, but her shoulders are criss-crossed with scars from being gouged on several occasions by her firelizard.

Limbs: One head, two arms, two legs, no tail.

Eyes: Her eyes are medium-brown and deeply set, framed in thick, long black eyelashes..

Size/Physique: She stands at about 5'8" tall, with a medium, muscular build.

Clothing: For clothing, she tends to wear the products of her trade in a variety of colors and styles, from cottony-soft sueded shirts to more durable leather pants and boots. She is her own personal guinea pig, and she always smells of leather.

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Physical Abilities

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Mental Abilities

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Magical Abilities

None: none

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Personality

Attitude: Quiet and private by nature, she generally keeps to herself. Not one to start a conversation, but willing enough to talk once a conversation is underway. She is independent, and tends to forget herself in her work because there is so much to do: she is one to see a project all the way through from start to finish.

Hobbies: Joi likes embellishing her leather, like weavers sometimes like to embroider their cloth, pressing, carving, dying, and adorning with metal, fringe (leather or fur), and other objects included.

Plans: She has been studying leatherwork for longer than she has been a rider, and intends to follow through with a mastery no matter how long it takes.

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History

Summary

Jöisann spent much of her childhood in a small cothold near DragonHope's main Hold. Her family mainly provided for themselves, which included hunting wild game in the woods for food. Because the girl did not feel squeamish about the skinning of animal skins and indeed showed a talent in working with the treated hide, her parents decided it was best to nurture her gift. Early on, her father, a man by the name of Amaeitt (ah may ett) taught her what he knew, but in the end, that level of teaching was not enough for someone to make a living off of. Being loving parents, Amaeitt and Edenna (eh denn ah) went to great lengths to send her off to the TannerCraftHall.

She was nearly seventeen, just getting settled into her craft and away from home for the first time, when a search dragon from DragonHope Weyr came for her. At first she refused to go, but every Weyr can use a tanner, so she decided that even if she did not Impress, she could learn from the Weyr Tanner, and later make a comfortable living there.

Jöisann attained Journeyman status in Leathercrafting some time after graduating weyrlinghood, in her early twenties. As soon as she established a name for herself and made enough money from her wares, she transferred to We're Rococo on another planet altogether, N'tyr Phii. It was then that she extended an invitation to her parents to come with her, and they accepted. It has taken some getting used to for all four: Joi, Bizuth, Amaeitt, and Edenna, but there is so much to look forward to.

Hatching

Once again, Jöisann had worked through breakfast. This not eating in the morning was becoming a bad habit; though she had only just arrived, she could still forget herself in her work. Only the uncomfortable cramping and grumblings of her stomach had stopped her from finishing the next step of her latest project, a leather belt, and she had hastily taken her leave of the tanner's shop. The pleasurable sensations of the sun on her back and the cool morning air pinching her cheeks had made her think of the enjoyment she always felt when working with leather... and that was that. She had forgotten her goal: the dining hall. Again.

Well no more. It was late morning, and she was not about to miss breakfast, however late, today!

At the food tables she grabbed some klah, cheese, and a roll for herself, as well as a meatroll for the greyish-brown firelizard perched on her shoulder. Looking around, she spied an almost empty table and headed for it.

Cycolo, her firelizard, hopped down onto the table, eyeing the meatroll on her plate hungrily. She flipped a lock of caramel-colored hair behind her ear before tearing off a piece for him and taking a bite of cheese herself.

She glanced at Cycolo and snapped her fingers. With a chirp he grabbed the rest of his meatroll and disappeared between, to reappear in the rafters farther down the 'hall, but in a position where he could watch Joisann. Already the smell of his treat was drawing the attention of other flitters who chittered and cooed at him hopefully.

While she ate, other candidates commented on the smell that wafted around with her. Some were quiet and discreet, others quite rude, or at the very least, forward. But she refused to let this attitude get to her. Few people ever fully appreciated their leather clothing, even the dragonriders, so it wasn't as if she hadn't heard it before. (And, a good scrubbing generally got the harsh chemical smell off.) Anything from the fashionable soft shirts, pants, and gloves people liked to wear, to necessities like riding leathers, boots, Thread-safe riding breeches and jackets were all taken for granted. She smirked to herself. The leathercrafter controlled the price anyhow.

Catching a whiff of her clothes, she remembered that it would be prudent to take a bath right away...a long, hot one.

"You know," she admitted later, on her way to bathe, "the only reason I agreed to come here and be a Candidate was if I could be guaranteed work. I can make a comfortable living here if I can't Impress, who wants to move back and forth," her arm swept to match those words, "home-Weyr-home, anyway? I wouldn't mind living here, with or without a dragon, and a Leathercrafter a Weyr can always use. She grinned as she turned around another corner and came upon a door with steam billowing out lethargically like trailers of dragon-smoke.

Later when she was just finishing up a good scrub, Cycolo appeared above Joisan's head with an excited string of chittering. Something was up, though she didn't know what, yet!

Hoping to find an answer back at the Barracks, her feet slapped damply as she tore down the hall, clutching her own towel tight to her body, the little brown flitter chirping as furiously as before. He was trying to tell her something, but she couldn't stop to find out.

She poked her head around the corner, peering into the Candidate Barracks. It was filling quickly with her peers. Joi's cheeks burned furiously. Here she was, standing in the drafty hallway with nothing on but a wet towel. Her hair leaked water down her face in incessant rivulets. "What's going on?" she hissed.

Cycolo landed on her shoulder, warbling in indignation. He knew exactly what was going on! Joi glanced at him, wondering at a rather curious humming that issued from his throat. His eyes whirled in a rainbow of excitement and expectation.

Impression

A few moments later, two blues hatched at the same time, bumping into one another in and out of the egg. One sat down and began to dry his wings, while the other looked out with foggy faceted eyes at the candidates. He'd have started walking toward someone, but a ashy-brown flitter suddenly swept over his head and landed on his shoulders. Chittering loudly the firelizard made the blue comedically walk backwards and try to see, craning his neck around.

An exasperated sigh from the girls later, Jöisann came striding from the group of girls. She swatted at the flitter, and apologized. "I'm so sorry Bizuth, he's always doing things like that."

That's all right, Joi. From the image in your mind it must have been pretty funny. The hatchling gazed up at her with rainbow eyes and a soft expression. The picture of adoration was marred by egg goop in several silly places, but she could feel it wash over her anyway.

Then she gasped and put her hands over her mouth - realizing that she was impressed to the blue!

Laughing and applauding, the onlookers saw that the other blue was done preening and was now looking over the male candidates.

~ Exerpts from DragonHope's third hatching

The Leathercrafter found that she cared not one bit who might Impress to the other blue. All she cared about right now was Bizuth. She didn't even notice her parents cheering her on over the voices of the crowd around them. They would be sure to give her their most heartfelt congratulations at the feast later on.

Now overhead, Cycolo honked jealously but followed them to the feeding tables. Having a dragon around would take some getting used to.

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Links

Story | Bizuth

Joi and Bizuth found eachother on DragonHope Weyr's Hatching Sands!

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