Fort Weyr

Small in stature this teen girl looks quite a bit younger than her 14 turns. She shows all the hallmarks of someone who is still growing. Markedly shorter than other girls her age, with a slight shapeless frame and minimal signs that pubescents has taken its hold on her. Her hair is platinum blonde, having been bleached by the sun so often that near the bottom it is almost silvery. Generally, her hair is kept tight to her head in two french braids that settle on her narrow shoulders. Permanently reddened cheeks mottled with freckles speak to large amounts of sun damage on a thin face with a chin that comes to a point far more severe than the rest of the girl. Prominent denim eyes distract from a short round nose that at least fits the rest of her face.
Dressed for work, her clothes are practical in every way. Khaki leather jodhpurs snuggly cover her from waist to ankle and are frequently stained with what one would hope is dirt. A thin blue shirt of breathable fabric is tucked into her pants and buttoned nearly to her throat. Brown paddock boots with a zipper on the front, made of fine leather but water and years of dirt have taken a visible toll. Completing the look is a simple chestnut colored leather belt, simple metal buckle.

Born to Zoniya a Journeyman Dragonhealer and O'ddish Rider of Blue Gloomth, the pairs third daughter. Raised by the Weyr, though both her parents remained interested and involved in her progress and she got all the attention and love a girl could need. Living in Xanadu Weyr assured that Odi was surrounded by family, from her older sister to her grandparents it was the childhood that dreams are made of and gave the girl a healthy dose of self-assurance in the way only a Weyr can. At the tender age of 4 turns old, she was lucky enough to find a passion for Runner beasts. At the age of 7 she began sneaking out of harper lessons to help in the stables, every part of the craft fascinated the girl. This lead to many dressings down and groundings from various foster mothers and even her own parents became involved. After nearly two turns of fighting the girl's interests, she got the best turnday present ever, when at 9 years old she received her own runner and was officially allowed to visit her new prize 3 times a week.
Dedication is not a strong enough word to describe the amount of effort put in by the girl, 3 days a week soon became 5, and 5 soon became all 7 days. When not caring for her own beast, she was learning everything she could about the bloodlines, husbandry, and training. In her spare moments, she would offer to help with any and every barn chore, and they were done with the kind of joy that a person only puts into a true passion. At 12 she started catch riding and assisting the local Beastcraft master in the breaking and training of young beasts. Multiple bones were broken in this endeavor, and it was not uncommon to see her covered in bruises or in a cast. Beyond the dangers she was happy, and at 13 she accepted an apprenticeship with the BeastCraft hall to no one's surprise. One turn spent in the Crafthall honing her skills and, improving her riding she was sent to continue her training at Fort Weyr.