Originally, she came from a small hold near Keroon, about a short runner-ride from the big hold. It wasn't much, just a few coves and some stone buildings. Most of the holders were fishermen, but her parents earned their keep by being healers. Or, her -father- did; her mother bore child after child, and taking care of them didn't leave much time for healing. She 'dropped out' of practicing the craft to be a full-time mother. Seeing how well -that- went, Liseria was determined to be something more. After escaping her crowded home via a boat going to Ista Isle, the girl ended up at the hallowed halls of Starcraft, joinin almost immediately. So, she was busy being an Apprentice at Gar when a passing bluerider - D'renn, to be exact - visited the craftmaster and his blue found her agreeable...

And so Liseria was Searched! Month after tuber-peeling month was spent in the none-too-warm weyr, and when spring came and the pretty flowers (and frilly underwear!) bloomed, the eggs on the sands decided to come out. Candidate-hood ended, the un-Impressed went home, and weyrlings stayed.

Like grains through sands the of time, so were the Days of Lis' Life. Returning to Gar, the girl spent many a sleepless night studying, studying, and when she wasn't doing chores, studying. Like most things in life, her hard work paid off: within a Turn, she was promoted to Senior Apprentice. Along with the occasional visit from fellow Ex-Candidates, the girl enjoyed her - spare - free time with fellow Starcrafters in the local tavern... when they could escape to it.

In spite of being a Senior Apprentice, Lis was still sent on the odd errand every now and then. It just so happened that on one especially long errand, the Senior Apprentice Starcrafter got sidetracked by hot tubers and ended up staying at Ista Hold's beach long after Rukbat went down. A High Reaches rider, R'sli, was in the area and gallantly solved Lis' problem of getting back to Hold Gar. After a lengthy process involving Zaqith blocking the hold's doors with her green self, Liseria was asked to come back to High Reaches for Chayath's clutch.

It was a Candidacy Liseria was going to remember for a very long time. There was much ado in the Living Caverns, what with the 'decorations' of laundry (including some pink-dyed boxers of D'renn's) and the switched ingredients. And, as always, there were egg touchings and more egg touchings, with at least one attempt at Chayath's mini-egg each time. Again, the eggs hatched: first Ysbryth's (here Ditzee Impressed green Blondeth - Faranth help the Weyrlingmaster!) and then finally Chayath's. Lis went barefoot, just as she had planned. One has to stick up for their insane bravado.

Apparently, insanity is a good trait; for one little songbird of a green picked Lis right off the Sands: (even if it did involve some tripping) Alymath.

Her named shortened right to Lis, (for dear - if flighty - Alymath's sake) the Starcrafter became a Weyrling, and was whirled off to the Barracks where the first Turn of her dragon's life was spent feeding, mucking, bathing and oiling fondly the large green lump. Now with her Very Own Weyr, and after a rather interesting 20th Turnday, she'd been given a Senior Weyrling Wingleader knot, awaited with loathing the day Alymath would fly.

And what a day it was! Or night, rather... There was wine, hiding, and a glowing green, and things ended up all topsy-turvey. Even the poor greenrider herself isn't sure of what happened with who in that bedlam. This, of course, only served to reinforce her idea of wariness towards the male gender, with a few priveledged exceptions. From there, it was almost a downhill spiral - she'd forever manage to get in trouble with this gossip or that gossip, and trying to brush off the subtle (and sometimes not) attempts to win her affections was always such a chore.

That is, of course, when the greenrider decided to reciprocate such affections. Lis went through a dysfuctional relationship or two: one, which ended up with said partner walking out; the second it was decided they'd gone to fast and broke it off. No ammount of heartbreak could leave Lis jaded - it just wasn't in her wiring, you know - and though she wasn't exactly looking for love, the greenrider did more than her fair share of sampling the male (and occasionally female) population.

Perversely (in several senses of the word, perhaps), love managed to find Lis - or was at least unearthed from obliviousness and awkward relations. Under the dubious but dutifully-followed advice of Pyrene, the greenrider clumsily courted D'renn as best she could and proposed; much to her general shock. Stunned as the bluerider was, he accepted, and shortly moved in. Heretofore, they've been living happily ever after - though how long the 'after' is remains to be seen - and have been raising the three children to the best of their abilites, with Lis playing pregnancy conselor and all-around friend to the now pregnant Pyrene (and Igen did not recieve a snowfall)!

Having grown up now into some semblance of womanhood, Lis finally dropped the innocent act - for the most part. She still claimed not to know any better, and for her sake, she really didn't; infidelities and catfights were always heat of the moment affairs, painfully puppeted by fate (or the sadistic little girl controlling her life on the other side of the screen). She grew into her reputation with her tongue firmly in cheek, resigned her position of wingsecond, and lived the simple life in as much as the Weyr would let her; waiting, like all of them, for the end of the Pass.

As content as she would be to live happily ever after, it was not to be. One particularly bad Threadfall, which injured many riders, claimed the life of her weyrmate. It was spoken of how solidly Lis carried through the ordeal, but her behavior has slipped from it's previously decent state. Whether a momentary relapse or a permanent one, it's clear that the fates have more in store for this greenrider than she could have predicted, and aren't finished with her yet.