Simran

Name of Persona: Simran
Age of Persona: 18
Residence: Silver Ridge Weyrhold
Dragon: Green Zyth
Dragon Age: 0 - Hatched 2.14.25
Pet: Feline Flea
Craft: Senior Apprentice Mason

Physical description of Persona: Simran ain't no beauty queen, but she has her charms; thick shoulder length deep brown-black hair, eyes the same brown-black shade, olive complexion. She's attractive though not a knockout, partly because of her usual slight frown of concentration and/or irritation. Basically, in boring old Earth terms, she'd be Latina. She's tallish, at 5'8", with a curvaceous body, robust and muscular from her masonry background. Her physical features, combined with her air of self-assurance, present a formidable picture of one tough chick.
As Simran often says, "Being a lady doesn't cut you any stone," a motto she adopted during her Apprenticeship in the Masonry Crafthall. Much to parental dismay, Sim was always a rough-and-tumble tomboy, and Impressing hasn't changed that basic trait. By nature she is mercurial; getting into fights, physical and verbal, was a hobby as a youngster. She carries herself with a challenging air, as if daring the world to test her, and enjoys mastering the tasks she is set to, though she often gets very frustrated if she can't grasp something quickly.
While not an easy woman to get to know - Simran is a private person and not inclined to easily trust others - once you're her friend, you're in for life. She cares deeply for her small group of intimates, is fiercely loyal and will leap to friends' aid or defense at the drop of a hat - though sometimes her protective zeal just makes things worse. As for romance, gowns and flowery ballads just make Sim roll her eyes, but behind the quiet, practical persona lies a deeply sensual nature. As with her friendships, lovers are few and far between, but once a man measures up to her high standards, he�s in for a heck of a ride.

Brief History of Persona: Simran was Holdborn and raised, the eldest of two children of a Masoncrafter father and kitchenworker mother. From an early age she expressed interest in her father's occupation, enjoying working with her hands and with tools. When she was of a suitable age, to her mother's protests ("It's no craft for a lady!"), Simran apprenticed into the Masonry Guild. With no fear of grunt work, and strong mathematical and aesthetic abilities, she was being groomed for a position in architecture. However, one fateful day while working on a Craft project in the Silver Ridge Weyrhold, Simran's work took her into the Hatching Grounds. An astute Searchrider noticed the young woman, masonry tools dangling utterly forgotten in her hands, staring in wonder at the clutch on the sands. He followed his hunch, and the rest, as they say, is history.

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