Doll by Dolldivine

Name: Ollen

Gender: Female

Age: 16

Origin: Weyrbred - the daughter of a blue rider and a kitchen girl

Height: 5'9"

Build: skinny, long-limbed, doesn't look strong but can surprise with her endurance

Skin: very dark brown

Hair: black, tightly braided and usually kept no longer than shoulder-length, with beaded tips, when loose is typically afro, and she hates it that way

Eyes: brightly violet, an unusual color

Personality: Mischeivous

Wants: Gold or Green, Doesn't want: Blue; Impressed at Sedona Weyr

History: Ollen was not a good cook. She didn't want to be anywhere near the heavy pans and the smelly spices. She was happier washing dishes than chopping vegetables, but more happy when she was helping wash her father's blue dragon.

When he was struck down by Thread, her opinion on the matter changed dramatically. She was quite young when he died, but he'd been close to her, closer than typical riders got. Probably, she would look back later, there were good reasons why they didn't get this close.

Ollen had several half-siblings, none of which felt compelled to walk in their sire's bootsteps. But even though her taste for fighting Thread would always be a bitter one, she realized at the age of twelve, five years after her father's death, that her mistrust of the stuff and her resentment for that death could both be put to good use fighting it.

Perhaps it was to that end that she was always a bit sly, it wasn't that she wished to ditch the responsibilities that being a cook's assistant brought - she just made sure that she wasn't desired in the kitchens quite so much. Instead, she would slip the wrong spice into a mix, or 'forget' the sugar, many little accidents that led her mother to simply kick her out of the kitchens once and for all.

Thus the Search riders were more likely to find her, when she was helping muck weyrs, or catching goats, or any number of other tasks which she readily took to. Of course, that didn't mean her pranks ceased, after she was Searched. It just meant that she would get to play them on new people.

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The last two hatchlings were blue and green, and it was that smallish green that came wobbling over to Ollen. Wobbly, but confident in which of the numerous girls that were still standing in wait would be her One! Ollen embraced Chiverith's warm, moist neck, and led her away for her first feeding. Since that time, Ollen has been happy that the dragon needs no cooked food! All those bad habits she'd 'taught' herself in the kitchen have left Ollen without much talent regarding that aspect of Weyr life.

Chiverith was nothing like the prankster that her rider was. Dedicated, focused, and somewhat serious about it all, Chiverith helped out whenever a new dragon-pair needed assistance in remembering their lessons, or just a boost in confidence.

It became obvious over a few short years at Albion that this once-silly girl and her gentle green would become the Weyrling masters for Albion. Ollen knew her lessons well, focusing on getting new recruits ready for their work in the skies. Ollen showed no fear of fighting Thread, in fact she was a bit too aggressive at times, but at the request of the Weyrleaders, she only goes out as a reserve, keeping her limbs sound for the education of the next generations.