Fort Weyr

Before you stands a woman most likely in her mid thirties. Life has evidently not been good to her, to tell by the frown lines marring the tan skin around her eyes and the strands of silver that are appearing in her jet black hair, which is pulled back into a rather severe braid. She does not stand very tall - only around five feet - but she stands ram-rod straight, obviously very proud, with her chin almost jutted out, as if daring defiance. Her features are regular, and are rather pleasing to regard when she is relaxed, or even graces one with a rare smile. Snapping green eyes regard those around her warily, and her stance is tense, almost as if she expects attack to come from any quarter, and is always ready. Well-muscled limbs are evident through worn and dusty wherhide riding leathers, and the woman carries no obvious excess weight. Exceptional by their lack, no rank knots or area insignia are in evidence - there is only the patch of a golden dragon in flight affixed to her breast pocket, insinuating that this odd woman holds the unlikely rank of weyrwoman. Sturdy riding boots keep her feet warm in the chill of /between/, and if she lets her flight jacket open, a loose, equally worn top in a dusty dark blue is evident, along with a small silver and glass pendant resting at her throat, hung from a silver chain. The flying belt at her waist is intended to double as an every-day belt, hung with a limp mark pouch, a notepad and pencil, a beltknife, and precious little else.

OOC Note: Some of Casi's history may be OOC information only. I've tried to keep her +info intentionally vague, but may add more info here to help me remember and keep track. If you're not sure whether or not your character would know something, please feel free to ask. :D