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Fictional Charicter constructed for pernMUSH all Dragonriders of pern materials copywrite to Anne McCaffery.

Tradition is something bred into her, she places a high esteem on her family and the bond is surprisingly close for being Weyr bred. She is for the most part a tender and compassionate person, possessing a gentleness of nature that helps when dealing with young children and frightened animals. She seems older than her seventeen years, and often knows things she shouldn't simply because she listens more than she speaks. A rather introspective person she is constantly in thought when she isn't pouring over dusty records or gathering herbs.

She can be quite aggressive when she wants something, and once her mind is made up there will be no swaying it. She has a temper but drawing it out is quite rare, unless you do something she finds extremely wrong or catch her in a mood. For the most part however she tends to be very reserved, always trying to carefully weigh the consequences of her actions. She dislikes it when people are upset or sad, and often goes out of her way to get a smile out of someone who is hurting. She is made to cry far more easily than she cares to admit and doesn't enjoy crying in front of someone.

Stubborn to a fault she can get fixated on things if she isn't careful. She can't stand it when anyone neglects their animals, and is sometimes seen picking up other's responsibilities to ensure that the creature doesn't suffer. She doesn't think of herself as pretty, and doesn't put much stock in girls who have more looks than brains.

She does not have a plethora of people gaggling over her but the few friendships she does have are meaningful ones. Unlike most girls her age she hasn't shown any real interest in sex. Not that she hasn't had a make out buddy or two but she's yet to find anyone she feels that comfortable with.
History
Nerine was actually much closer with her parent's than most weyrbred children. Though she was fostered in the crche her earliest memories are of helping her mother gather flowers, and visiting her father and his dragon.

She never had a fear of any beast, and much to the frustration of her parents and those who cared for her, was always bringing home some sort of stray creature. When she was two and three it was crawlers that often ended up where her foster siblings and mother could appreciate them. At the age of seven it happened to be a tunnel snake she had found near the garden, she ran into the Weyr waving the creature proudly much to the horror of her foster mother, who had told her several times after the fact that it was a miracle she hadn't been bitten. At the age of ten It happened to be a young wherry, which proceeded to destroy half the bedding on the cots in their dorm. She was the terror of the Canines and felines, who got little to no rest between fending off bouts of dress up (which often ended badly for the clothes, child and animal alike) and chasing off whatever else decided to follow the girl home.

She learned as she got older that she enjoyed working. She started copying the older records which had begun to fade, as well as helping look after the animals who called the Weyr home. She is among the first to offer to help scrub some of the larger dragons when needed, and Like most of Pern's residents she longs to impress one of the magnificent flying creatures who defended hold and hall against thread, though she knows it is just that, a dream. That does not stop her from working hard toward her goal. She likes to be useful and helpful but doesn't always know what to do. Most of her work is spent in the dust of the record hall copying the deteriorating records to fresh leaves and hides.

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