Name: Sametem (Sam)

Gender/Age: female, 16

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Rank/Craft: Holdborn, Candidate

Location: Alabaster Hold

Dragon if any: Blue Shiseith!

Relatives/Family: both parents are dead due to suspicious activities, has no other relatives

Physical Description: 4'11", 100, won't get very much taller or bigger than she is right now. She is remarkably petite, but extremely pretty, with cream skin and pale blond hair that is long, kept in a braid or curl behind her back. She has sea-blue eyes, always watching. She has a high, sharp voice, and if she's angry it can get quite loud. She can wear nearly anything and make it look good, though she often is found in simple colorful clothing, if she wants to impress someone (usually a boy) she can make herself up so nicely that she looks like a porcelain doll.

Emotional/Mental Description: Unstable due to the deaths of her parents, Sam copes only by throwing herself into Alabaster work. Specifically she works for Engell pressing parties and mingling while listening to the gossip. She ran away from home after her father was murdered, and her mother seemed like the culprit. When she was found later on, by the Alabaster Weyr folk, she was brought in and sent back to the Hold, she had clearly been around the countryside far and wide, and had been raped repeatedly by a group of bandits. Because of this, she is extremely confused about what to expect from boys or men, and must often be scolded for going after the"wrong" men.

Skills: she is a good Hold girl, able to sew and cook with style. That is not what she wants out of life, however, and if she doesn't Impress she will pursue (or even if she does) a job designing Weyr rooms or buildings as an architecht. She is fair with math, better with history, and is able to name off nearly every Dragon and Rider in the Weyr already.

History: As above, obviously, she has had a bit of a rough life so far. She intends to make it smoother by being a good rider, or a good Weyr woman if she could.

Notes and Special Information: She has in fact attemtped a relationship with the dangerous Kalkin, who is obviously old enough to be her grandfather, and has caused some amount of jealousy among the other girls because she is in fact much prettier than most of them. She and Karyle have been paired off by several of those in the "know" but neither of them is suited to the other.

Pets/Hobbies/Posessions: She has a fire lizard named Little Witch, or ElWee, a pale gold. Sam uses ElWee to scout areas, and seems to have a very good talent in interpreting fire lizard emotions.

"Did you hear him, ElWee?" Sam cooed at the flit. "There are riders coming from Talor Cliff... You know what that means?" The golden fire lizard chirped. "That's right! Search riders!"

The young woman and her flit stalked around the Weyrhold until the dragons arrived. With almost greedy eyes, Samatem watched the blue land. She got the distinct message from her flit that this was a search rider. "Then we ought to be down there," Sam said. She gathered her skirts and almost sprinted down into the courtyard. There, one of Talor's search riders had dropped by. Words passed around the weyr grounds quickly: clutch on the sands... huge! Two golds! Proudly, Sam walked up to the rider, who had not yet turned around. She a-hemmed and posed herself for a perfect little surprise for the rider when he -- "You're not a man!" Samatem cried out, startling both her flit and the rider. "No, I'm not!" Said the rider of the blue. "My name is Nora," she said. "And..." she rolled her eyes a bit, and Sam knew she was conversing with the dragon behind her. "And Mitanth tells me you'd be a good rider." Something in her tone told Sam that the woman thought otherwise. "Perhaps you have some growing yet to do--" "I do not," Sam snarled, "I'm sixteen turns old, already! Everyone always treats me like a child! I'm not a child!" She ran off, flustered and nearly in tears. Her little ploy hadn't worked -- had been batted away like a feline's toy. But the rider looked at those around her, and shrugged. "Once she gets over her little fit, maybe she ought to join us at Talor. You know the drill by now..." Nora smiled at some of the others who had Impressed at the weyr, and they promised that they would return to visit, and bring Sam with them.

It was only a few sevendays wait. And it almost drove Sami nuts. She paced around the weyr, introducing herself as was proper, but also remaining a bit aloof. Her embarrassment at thinking that any search rider was going to be male still stung. It was time she examined these beliefs of hers more clearly... She knew that her abilities to seduce wouldn't work on any dragon. That was silly. And besides, if she wanted to ride gold, she'd have... No! Ha! She giggled to herself. How in the world could one make a gold love you, if it wasn't meant to be? Or any dragon, for that matter? When she strolled around the weyr, she helped with the chores and cleaned a weyr out with a pair of young boys. The work was smelly but she enjoyed getting in and keeping her mind off things. Then, the call went out that the hatching was starting! She bolted down to the sands, cleaning herself in the small washroom where the white robes were stored. Samatem shifted her weight on the hot sands, and looked about. Eggs began hatching, and it was magical! She was swept up in it all, but waited for her own chance. Finally it came, in the form of a darkly colored blue. He strutted about with his paler brother, letting the pale one impress one of the boys before looking away from them. Half the boys found that they were getting as impatient as the girls! But this dragon snorted at the boys, and Sami walked up to him. Confident, changed. I am for you only, Sami, my Sami... My name is Shiseith, they did not know that. Only you could feel my call. Isn't that right? They're not what I want at all! "What would Shiseith want with you lot anyway?" She said, sure that this would make them steam like water on coals! Then she left the sands, with the deep blue dragon, smiling like crazy and heart about to burst! This was what it was like, THIS! Elwee met her off the sands, hoping for a bit of meat to drop into her golden mouth, and Shiseith paused to watch the flit. She is hungry, too! We are all just right together!

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