Name: Bekah
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Role/rank: Journeyman Healer
Origin: Fort Weyr
Appearance: At first glance Bekah is a small unassuming girl, even when dressed well, shes not very striking, at least she doesnt think so. While shes shorter than most her age, she's also slender which makes her seem even smaller, younger even than her 20 turns. Her hair is a dark 'dirty' brown but if she's outside a lot in the sun, it has a tendency to lighten. Her eyes are a dark greyish blue. She likes to have clean clothes outside of when she's on shift in the infirmary, in that she is a regular girl of 20 and likes to look pretty but when she's 'working' she doesn't particularly care what she looks like as long as she gets the job done, She herself is always clean, since dirtyness breeds infection, one of the first really important lessons she learned apprenticing.
Personality: Bekah is a very straightforward young girl. She can often be too blunt however and tell you exactly what's on her mind. If you ask her "do i look fat in this" and you were overweight... or it looked awful Bekah would flat out tell you. She's not inherently mean but she see's no point in lying about something like that which doesn't earn her many friend. Bekah however doesn't mind this, she's honestly not bothered if you want to be her friend or not. It's a waste of effort in her mind to try and be something you're not just so others will like you. She's sometimes a bit scatterbrained though, often misplacing things as she forgets where she's put it. Often she'll find it later on, somewhere she didn't think she'd have placed it. When it comes to her healing though Bekah is very soft, she can be very reassuring and calm. She loves helping people, taking care of those that are hurt or sick. Bekah can sometimes feel overwhelmed if there's a large amount of injured coming in though and sometimes finds it hard to stay professional and cries with the loved ones over the death of their family member, or forgets herself and was more blunt than gentle when asked for something by a patient. She doesn't do too well under stress, needing direction when things get hectic, someone to tell her what needs doing but she IS trying to overcome that. Bekah's biggest problem with healing is that seeing Dragons, and their cousins hurt, pains Bekah greatly, she's cried more over dead dragons that she didn't know than she ever has over her patients, she HAS and does cry over her patients too, she feels bad about being more upset about dragons than people though. She does have a bad habit of biting her nails when she's nervous, though she tries her best not to. She has no delusions or aspirations of Impressing a Dragon, she is very dedicated to her work as a Healer, however she has thought about learning some Dragon Healing since the need is greater than for human Healers. Her heart broke many times during the plague, so many lives she couldn't save, dragon and human alike. Her main issue is she's not often out of the infirmary, especially now, preferring to stay with her patients as much as she is allowed to which often makes her more approachable at times than a busy Master Healer.
History: Bekah's childhood was that of a typical Weyrbrat other than one thing, she determined from a young age that she didn't really want a dragon, or a Wher, or anything else except to practice Healing. Ever since she wandered in on a Healer tending to a badly wounded woman, she hadn't been as disgusted by the blood as she thought she'd be but she did baulk at the severity of the open wounds, apparently caused by a Gold Wher when the young woman had attempted to grab an egg and had bungled the attempt so badly that the Gold had savaged her. Bekah had been about 8 turns old and was grabbed and taken from the room as an apprentice healer went to fetch more water. She'd been told to stay out of the Master Healer's way but of course had gone back, and over time seen how much good healing did by watching the young woman's wounds turn from ugly bloody messes to raw but healing scars and was still a rather handsome woman, she'd been lucky not to have been left horribly disfigured, such were the nature of that woman's wounds. Bekah was fascinated and hung around so often that, outside of her regular lessons, she became somewhat of an almost personal drudge to the healers and their apprentices and was allowed to help with anything that didn't require Healer Training.
When she was old enough to become an Apprentice she asked at the Healer Hall if she could apply, To her joy they had accepted, having recently have an apprentice walk the tables to Journeyman and so needed a new apprentice to assign to a Master at the Weyr. She studied hard but she was always aware of how little she knew, was always nervous about anything she presented to her teacher. Even when she was praised, she double guessed herself wondering if she hadn't been able to more... to do better. However despite her misgivings and lack of confidence in herself, she adapted well and even left the Weyr for just over a Turn to complete some training in surrounding Holds with her Master to attain Journeyman status.
During the plague she often pushed herself to the point of exhaustion, much to the exasperation of her mentor. She struggles even now with pacing herself, because she works damned hard, she only recently rose to Journeyman status and finds herself trying to prove herself regularly while training under a man she admires, Masterhealer Bereck.
Other: She currently has the idea to train flits as therapy flits, she's looking to obtain a couple of sensible ones to test her theories out.
