Post by Tambri on Oct 20, 2015 7:40:10 GMT 1
Character is played by:
Kirstina/Kat/Panda
NOTE: My keyboard has an issue in that it occasionally skips letters. It's a technical issue with the laptop. I usually catch typos but please pardon the few that slip by.
If I leave, do this with my character:
<> Have her disappear
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Character's Name: Tambri
Previous Names: None
Preserver Name: ?
Gender: Female
Age: 123
Soul Name: Myr
Species: wolf-blooded elf
Origin: Thornbrook Holt, Marshwood Holt, Wandering. Her birth holt was known as Lone Holt.
Role: Hunter/Treeshaper
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Siblings: none
Parents: RedBow (mother, deceased), StrongHeart (father, deceased)
Lovemates/Lifemates/Recognized: none
Children: none
Others: None
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Magic:
Plant/Tree-Shaping - Weak/Average
Elf-Sending - Average
Wolf-Sending - Average
Wolf-Bonding
Skills:
Bowyer - Average, aided by shaping abilities.
Climbing (Tree/Cliffs/Mountains/Other) - Tress Good, others Average
Dancing - She doesn't much enjoy it, but she can. Poor-average
Fighting (Unarmed/With specific weapon) Sword - Average-Good, Bow - Good. Unarmed - Poor-Average
Hunting - Average
Playing in instrument - Flute - Above average
Singing - She can sing in tune, but she isn't practiced. Poor-average
Stealth (both hiding and when on the move) - Average
Survival (Ability to survive if lost without tools; terrain can be specified) - Forest and Marshlands are better. Good in marsh and forest average elsewhere.
Swimming - Average
Weapon skills: Bow - Above Average, Short Sword - Average.
Weapons/Tools: Strapped to her back are both a bow and quiver, and to her side, a short elven sword. She also has a large hunting knife.
Other Items: A flute she shaped.
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Personality: Shy, quiet, but able to take the lead when necessary. Prefers to send. She likes hunting, howling, shaping trees, and the thrill of the ride. She dislikes trolls and humans. She fears humans, snakes and enclosed spaces.
Appearance: 3'7". Round features with small lips, smooth skin. Muscular, yet small-framed. Several scars from old wounds as a cub. Pale skin like your normal wolfrider.
Hair: Brown hair, shoulder length, pulled back in a set of braids going along the crown of her head, two braids draping down the sides of her face.
Eyes: Green
Clothes: Warm Clothing: She wears a leather belly shirt with only one sleeve, and long leather pants, and soft leather sandals. Cold Clothing: Furred overcoat over that, fur lined boots instead of sandals.
Jewelry: none
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Circadian rhythm: Primarily Nocturnal, but light sleeper. While storms can lull her to sleep, if they start while she's asleep, they can sometimes wake her up. Used to being on her own, it doesn't take much to wake her.
Knowledge:
Humans: Fairly knowledgeable in the sense that she doesn't like them and would rather see a dead human than a live one. She does know that not all humans are warmongering but she would rather avoid them than find out the hard way.
Magic gone bad: She's never experienced it, only heard stories.
Other elves: She has met at least one elf from nearly every tribe type. Wavedancers, Bear Riders, Cat Riders, Glider, Wolf/Jackwolf, and Cat blood are the ones she's most familiar with.
Preservers: She has met a few. She would rather they leave her alone. She doesn't know much about them other than they can't sing and wrap stuff has uses in preserving food or saving someone from death.
Trolls: She doesn't trust them. Every time she's met one, they've been trying to cheat her or her tribe out of something. She doesn't know much about their lives other than they live underground which she is more than happy to avoid visiting.
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History:
When Tambri was a cub, she was the daughter of the Chief and Chieftess of their tribe. The tribe had been mostly destroyed by humans and so her parents decided to pack up and leave, to try and make a better life elsewhere, away from the humans. While traveling, Tambri broke from the main group and stopped to look at a spiderweb. Out of the corner of her eyes, she saw them, a small band of human hunters. She stared at them, terrified. She knew they saw her, and she knew that they saw her tribe. She couldn't do anything, she just stared, terrified. When she finally managed to send a warning, it was too late. Arrows, swords, spears clashed. The humans attacked, and took many of the tribe down quickly. Tambri just turned and ran.
She waited until almost nightfall before returning to find everyone she knew dead. She searched for her parents, and found them. Her father, strong and determined, looked at peace. Her mother looked as if she could be sleeping. She was alone, young, and scared. She heard a twig snap, and looked. She cried out as an arrow hit her in the side. The humans had come back to get their dead. She ran, blindly through the forest, the humans close behind her. As night fell, she was becoming exhausted. She found a small opening in the trunk of a tree and slid in, hoping the humans didn't see, but they did. Bracing her hands against the opening she screamed, begging the High Ones to close the entrance, to save her.
She felt something strange, then, the magic inside her, and the tree began to change, closing around her. She didn't know how to stop it, or how to do it again. As the darkness closed in around her, she knew she was safe from the humans. She screamed, trying to do it again, to get an opening, there wasn't air, she was trapped, she couldn't escape, the humans would return with fire, she was trapped, she had to get out, she had to open the tree again!
It took some doing, but she finally managed to open it enough that she could squeeze out. Outside, the humans were gone. Her side ached, she was bleeding. She slipped out, then ran. She traveled this way for a long time, living on her own, learning to hunt on her own. Almost 23 years ago, she found a young wolfcub, trying to howl. He was alone, and clearly starving. Tambri went to the young cub with a small piece of ravvit, all she could spare from what was left of her meal. The cub and her instantly bonded, and they have since stayed together. She named him NightSinger because he just wouldn't give up.
She had continued wandering until she found Thornbrook Holt. There, she became lovemates with an Elf named Keeper. She lost him only a few years later, withdrawing back into herself. It was another elf, a Bearrider named Bear who was able to bring her back out of it. She doesn't speak about what happened after, but she ended up wandering once more.
Only two years ago NightSinger finally succumbed to age, sleeping next to his bond. Tambri was devastated at the loss. Alone once more, she resumed wandering. It was only around eight months ago she found a small pack of wolves. She stayed near them, howling to join their song. She noticed they had two pups, one was solid white with dark brown eyes. She began to think of him as the pack's little 'spook'. She was down at the river when she actually met the pup and bonded. Startled that there was a remnant of elf-blood in the pack, she began roaming again, Spook in tow, looking for the elf tribe that must be nearby.
The only thing she knows about how she arrived a Beacon Call was that she went to sleep in one forest, and awoke elsewhere.
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Bond beast
Name: Spook
Age: 8 months
Gender: Male
Species: Wolf
Personality: Solid white, dark brown eyes. Playful, but attentive. He doesn't sem to be aggressive, but he is dominant in that it is a bad idea to try and take anything from him, be it a stick or food. Perhaps in the future, he will be more assertive in a pack setting, but for now, his interests entail play, naps, and food.
Former bond beast:
Name: Nightsinger
Age at death: 21
Sex: Male
Species: Wolf
Personality: Solid black with black eyes, greying around his face, neck, paws. Muscular and a dominant personality. Very protective and stubborn.
Kirstina/Kat/Panda
NOTE: My keyboard has an issue in that it occasionally skips letters. It's a technical issue with the laptop. I usually catch typos but please pardon the few that slip by.
If I leave, do this with my character:
<> Have her disappear
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Character's Name: Tambri
Previous Names: None
Preserver Name: ?
Gender: Female
Age: 123
Soul Name: Myr
Species: wolf-blooded elf
Origin: Thornbrook Holt, Marshwood Holt, Wandering. Her birth holt was known as Lone Holt.
Role: Hunter/Treeshaper
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Siblings: none
Parents: RedBow (mother, deceased), StrongHeart (father, deceased)
Lovemates/Lifemates/Recognized: none
Children: none
Others: None
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Magic:
Plant/Tree-Shaping - Weak/Average
Elf-Sending - Average
Wolf-Sending - Average
Wolf-Bonding
Skills:
Bowyer - Average, aided by shaping abilities.
Climbing (Tree/Cliffs/Mountains/Other) - Tress Good, others Average
Dancing - She doesn't much enjoy it, but she can. Poor-average
Fighting (Unarmed/With specific weapon) Sword - Average-Good, Bow - Good. Unarmed - Poor-Average
Hunting - Average
Playing in instrument - Flute - Above average
Singing - She can sing in tune, but she isn't practiced. Poor-average
Stealth (both hiding and when on the move) - Average
Survival (Ability to survive if lost without tools; terrain can be specified) - Forest and Marshlands are better. Good in marsh and forest average elsewhere.
Swimming - Average
Weapon skills: Bow - Above Average, Short Sword - Average.
Weapons/Tools: Strapped to her back are both a bow and quiver, and to her side, a short elven sword. She also has a large hunting knife.
Other Items: A flute she shaped.
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Personality: Shy, quiet, but able to take the lead when necessary. Prefers to send. She likes hunting, howling, shaping trees, and the thrill of the ride. She dislikes trolls and humans. She fears humans, snakes and enclosed spaces.
Appearance: 3'7". Round features with small lips, smooth skin. Muscular, yet small-framed. Several scars from old wounds as a cub. Pale skin like your normal wolfrider.
Hair: Brown hair, shoulder length, pulled back in a set of braids going along the crown of her head, two braids draping down the sides of her face.
Eyes: Green
Clothes: Warm Clothing: She wears a leather belly shirt with only one sleeve, and long leather pants, and soft leather sandals. Cold Clothing: Furred overcoat over that, fur lined boots instead of sandals.
Jewelry: none
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Circadian rhythm: Primarily Nocturnal, but light sleeper. While storms can lull her to sleep, if they start while she's asleep, they can sometimes wake her up. Used to being on her own, it doesn't take much to wake her.
Knowledge:
Humans: Fairly knowledgeable in the sense that she doesn't like them and would rather see a dead human than a live one. She does know that not all humans are warmongering but she would rather avoid them than find out the hard way.
Magic gone bad: She's never experienced it, only heard stories.
Other elves: She has met at least one elf from nearly every tribe type. Wavedancers, Bear Riders, Cat Riders, Glider, Wolf/Jackwolf, and Cat blood are the ones she's most familiar with.
Preservers: She has met a few. She would rather they leave her alone. She doesn't know much about them other than they can't sing and wrap stuff has uses in preserving food or saving someone from death.
Trolls: She doesn't trust them. Every time she's met one, they've been trying to cheat her or her tribe out of something. She doesn't know much about their lives other than they live underground which she is more than happy to avoid visiting.
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History:
When Tambri was a cub, she was the daughter of the Chief and Chieftess of their tribe. The tribe had been mostly destroyed by humans and so her parents decided to pack up and leave, to try and make a better life elsewhere, away from the humans. While traveling, Tambri broke from the main group and stopped to look at a spiderweb. Out of the corner of her eyes, she saw them, a small band of human hunters. She stared at them, terrified. She knew they saw her, and she knew that they saw her tribe. She couldn't do anything, she just stared, terrified. When she finally managed to send a warning, it was too late. Arrows, swords, spears clashed. The humans attacked, and took many of the tribe down quickly. Tambri just turned and ran.
She waited until almost nightfall before returning to find everyone she knew dead. She searched for her parents, and found them. Her father, strong and determined, looked at peace. Her mother looked as if she could be sleeping. She was alone, young, and scared. She heard a twig snap, and looked. She cried out as an arrow hit her in the side. The humans had come back to get their dead. She ran, blindly through the forest, the humans close behind her. As night fell, she was becoming exhausted. She found a small opening in the trunk of a tree and slid in, hoping the humans didn't see, but they did. Bracing her hands against the opening she screamed, begging the High Ones to close the entrance, to save her.
She felt something strange, then, the magic inside her, and the tree began to change, closing around her. She didn't know how to stop it, or how to do it again. As the darkness closed in around her, she knew she was safe from the humans. She screamed, trying to do it again, to get an opening, there wasn't air, she was trapped, she couldn't escape, the humans would return with fire, she was trapped, she had to get out, she had to open the tree again!
It took some doing, but she finally managed to open it enough that she could squeeze out. Outside, the humans were gone. Her side ached, she was bleeding. She slipped out, then ran. She traveled this way for a long time, living on her own, learning to hunt on her own. Almost 23 years ago, she found a young wolfcub, trying to howl. He was alone, and clearly starving. Tambri went to the young cub with a small piece of ravvit, all she could spare from what was left of her meal. The cub and her instantly bonded, and they have since stayed together. She named him NightSinger because he just wouldn't give up.
She had continued wandering until she found Thornbrook Holt. There, she became lovemates with an Elf named Keeper. She lost him only a few years later, withdrawing back into herself. It was another elf, a Bearrider named Bear who was able to bring her back out of it. She doesn't speak about what happened after, but she ended up wandering once more.
Only two years ago NightSinger finally succumbed to age, sleeping next to his bond. Tambri was devastated at the loss. Alone once more, she resumed wandering. It was only around eight months ago she found a small pack of wolves. She stayed near them, howling to join their song. She noticed they had two pups, one was solid white with dark brown eyes. She began to think of him as the pack's little 'spook'. She was down at the river when she actually met the pup and bonded. Startled that there was a remnant of elf-blood in the pack, she began roaming again, Spook in tow, looking for the elf tribe that must be nearby.
The only thing she knows about how she arrived a Beacon Call was that she went to sleep in one forest, and awoke elsewhere.
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Bond beast
Name: Spook
Age: 8 months
Gender: Male
Species: Wolf
Personality: Solid white, dark brown eyes. Playful, but attentive. He doesn't sem to be aggressive, but he is dominant in that it is a bad idea to try and take anything from him, be it a stick or food. Perhaps in the future, he will be more assertive in a pack setting, but for now, his interests entail play, naps, and food.
Former bond beast:
Name: Nightsinger
Age at death: 21
Sex: Male
Species: Wolf
Personality: Solid black with black eyes, greying around his face, neck, paws. Muscular and a dominant personality. Very protective and stubborn.
The things missing from her skills are skill levels. The levels available to an elf below the age of 400 years are: