Devalla


Devalla
Commonplace curves the girl's peach-pink face into one of cheery simplicity, from the light arch of her eyebrows to the stubborn set of her chin, though her eyes are a more appealing shade of hazel which wavers on the whims of her mood. Neither busty nor lean, she is comfortably in between; strong, if somewhat stubby, legs are appropriately balanced by arms which are a bit shy of chubby, while her hair falls straight and thick and dirt-brown a handswidth past her shoulders.

Dark green fabric, of some cheap and sturdy material, covers her figure in the form of a common Holder's dress, draping to the ankles, tucked in a bit to hug the waist, and squarely cut as the straps arch over her shoulders. Underneath, a clean, if well-worn, white shirt covers for the sake of modesty, while below, comfortable walking shoes clad her feet sensibly.
She is a teenager of about 15.


Devalla hails from a small Tillekian fishing village, where she learned far too much about fishing to suit her tastes. Her father, Devon, was first mate on one of the larger fishing boats, and her mother, Meralla, was a nanny who tended to the kids while their parents (both male and female) were out at sea. Devalla grew up under her mother's care, but with a stubborn streak a mile wide that led to numerous stowings-away on her father's boat and impulsive camping trips in the chilly hillsides up and down the beach.

Finally tired of all the "restrictions" placed on herself (and also thoroughly tired of fish fish fish), Devalla politely informed her parents that she was going to catch a ride on the next trader's caravan, and then did just that. Having ventured into Pern, she now seeks employment and shelter as her not-so-free ride runs out.