Say it with me and wiggle! Peas! Peas! Peas! Peas! Peas! Peas! Peas!

Shawnah was born a little over 21 turns ago to a pair of wannabe Harpers, Sevan and Nathaniel. Neither /quite/ making Journeyrank, more for lack of voice than lack of trying, they settled in Fort Hold, becoming assistants to the Jouneyman Harper, and now and then traveling out to other Holds and Weyrs to assist Harpers there. They had five children, all equally lacking in musical talnet, save one; their fourth daughter, Shawnah. Of course, her parents decided that this would be the daughter who would triumph where they couldn't, and began pushing her to apprenticeship at the Harper Hall, but Shawnah, being the typical rebellious early teen she was, pushed back. It's not that she refused to follow her parents' dreams for the sole purpose of rebelling, it's that, well, she could tell Harper Hall was /not/ for her. Sure, she had a pretty voice, but in her own words, she had 'neither the intelligence, patience, or creativity to become a Harper'. Not only that, but because she'd been able to see many different aspects of Pern while travelling with her parents, she felt there was much more interesting stuff out there for her.

She spent the next turn or so experimenting with different trades and crafts, trying everything from baker to stablehand. One fateful day, when trying her hand at weaving and dying her own clothes with the help of her little brother, he accidentally spilled some dye on her. She 'accidentally' spilled some back on him, and soon it became a full-fledged fight, extremely expensive dye flying through the air and landing anywhere but the skirt she was trying to dye. Afterwards, she discovered she couldn't wash the blue dye off her body... including her once blondish hair. In a panic she gave herself a pixie cut, and still her hair was blue.. and then she decided she liked it. For turns afterward, she kept her hair blue. Even though her parents swore they'd never buy any of that expensive stuff again, she would always manage to filtch some from /somewhere/.

Of average height and boyishly slim with strong, angular features and impish green-flecked grey eyes, this young woman could hardly be considered pretty, much less beautiful. In fact, unusual would be a term far more appropriate to describe her appearance. Tucked into long, baggy pants colored forest green with splotches of some unidentified stains, she wears a loose cream shirt under a dark tan vest trimmed in a similar shade of green.. splothced in matching stains. For as much as her clothing is plain, it's her hair that leaves much to be desired. All those who wish to look 'different' take note: /this/ is what clothes dye will do to you. Short blond-ish strands are as dry and frayed as shredded rope and stick out every which way in unruly spikes, apparently from turns of rough treatment further evidenced by an unsightly blue-greenish color streaking some of those spikes.

Though she looks much younger, those who know her say she's around 21 turns of age. On her shoulder, she wears the knot of a green-riding Weyrling at Telgar Weyr.

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