Post by Mindlight on Nov 8, 2014 22:40:39 GMT 1
Character is played by: Skye
If I leave, do this with my character:
<> Put up for adoption
<x> Have them disappear
<x> Have them die
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Character's Name: Mindlight
Previous Names: Lightsong
Preserver Name: Redfierce-Highthing
Gender: Female
Age: 602
Soul Name: Kyfka
Species: ½ wolf-blooded, 1/4 go-back, 1/4 fox-blooded
Origin: Triple Glade Holt
Role: Huntress
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Siblings: Firelight (brother, missing)
Parents: Roedeer (father, deceased), Sunspot (mother, deceased)
Lovemates/Lifemates/Recognized: Nienna (lovemate/soul sibling, alive), Rainfall (Recognized, alive)
Children: Brightwing (son, deceased), Night (son, alive)
Others: Shimmer (aunt, dead), Branch (cousin, alive)
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Magic: Wolf-bonding (average), wolf-sending (average), Elf-sending (strong) Healing (mind specialty, average; physical, weak)
Skills:
- Climbing (trees, excellent)
- Dancing (poor/average)
- Fighting (unarmed, poor/average; pike, good; knives, average)
- Hunting (alone, average; group, good)
- Singing (poor/average)
- Stealth (hiding, good; moving, good)
- Survival (forest, good)
- Swimming (poor/average)
Weapons/Tools: Two throwing daggers sheathed at her wrists and a well made pike
Other Items: None
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Personality: She can be a bit too serious at times, and she has the tendency to shoulder others burdens as her own. She enjoys watching others enjoy themselves. She has a sporadic temper, flaring at odd times and disappearing just as quickly.
Appearance: 3’10”. Heart-shaped face with a small button nose, strong full mouth, high cheekbones that dimple when she smiles, and gently sloping forehead. Figure halfway between Leetah and Nightshade, with ivory skin. A scar on her hip from where she angered a weasel, and an ugly pucker mark on her lower back from a troll spear.
Hair: Blood-red curls in a wild mane, cut short in an attempt to control them (albeit in vain), with four long braids, two in front of each ear.
Eyes: Large and tilted up at the corners like a wolfs, dark blue.
Clothes: Fur-lined indigo knee-high boots, indigo capris laced up the sides, black long-sleeved form-fitting shirt cut low and laced up the front, and a fur-lined, hooded knee-length coat.
Jewelry: None
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Circadian rhythm: Primarily nocturnal; sleeps more during the winter, with awake periods during the day and night
Knowledge:
Humans: Unknown
Magic gone bad: Legend
Other elves: Encountered
Preservers: Legend
Trolls: Encountered
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History: As a child, she was very carefree and often stuck her nose in other peoples business. As Lightsong, she looked at the world through rose-colored glasses and lived to nearly 200 years this way. At the blossoming of her magic, she was renamed Mindlight. Shortly afterwards, her mother died, leaving she, her younger brother, and her father to mourn. Having grown up in a thriving, peaceful tribe, this loss caused the young elf to slip into a deep depression, and she would spend eights of days at a time away from the holt, ranging with her wolf-friend.
One morning, when she came back from a lonely hunt, she found her brother gone. No one had seen him leave, and he didn’t respond to sends. The pain of her mother’s death renewed, this time coupled with fear. Where had he gone? Turns passed, and he was never heard from again, and eventually her father passed, too; an accident on a hunt. Despite the unspoken objections from the tribe’s elder, Rainfall, the chief’s braids were passed on to the fiery red-head, and with it, the enourmous responsibility. Although forever changed, Mindlight watched her tribe diligently and with love. She Recognized the tribe elder, and though they fought the pull, eventually they accepted, and two turns later, their son Brightwing was born.
Not long ago, her tribe’s numbers dwindled significantly during a troll attack, whether they were missing or dead. No bodies were ever recovered and the trolls dug too deep too quickly to be followed properly. Their chieftess made it out, but not without marks to prove it. She lost her son, and still dreams of holding his broken body in her arms. However, 7 turns ago, she was lucky enough to Recognize her lifemate again, producing another son. Life has been quiet and healing since then.
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Bond beast: None, currently
If I leave, do this with my character:
<> Put up for adoption
<x> Have them disappear
<x> Have them die
*************
Character's Name: Mindlight
Previous Names: Lightsong
Preserver Name: Redfierce-Highthing
Gender: Female
Age: 602
Soul Name: Kyfka
Species: ½ wolf-blooded, 1/4 go-back, 1/4 fox-blooded
Origin: Triple Glade Holt
Role: Huntress
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Siblings: Firelight (brother, missing)
Parents: Roedeer (father, deceased), Sunspot (mother, deceased)
Lovemates/Lifemates/Recognized: Nienna (lovemate/soul sibling, alive), Rainfall (Recognized, alive)
Children: Brightwing (son, deceased), Night (son, alive)
Others: Shimmer (aunt, dead), Branch (cousin, alive)
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Magic: Wolf-bonding (average), wolf-sending (average), Elf-sending (strong) Healing (mind specialty, average; physical, weak)
Skills:
- Climbing (trees, excellent)
- Dancing (poor/average)
- Fighting (unarmed, poor/average; pike, good; knives, average)
- Hunting (alone, average; group, good)
- Singing (poor/average)
- Stealth (hiding, good; moving, good)
- Survival (forest, good)
- Swimming (poor/average)
Weapons/Tools: Two throwing daggers sheathed at her wrists and a well made pike
Other Items: None
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Personality: She can be a bit too serious at times, and she has the tendency to shoulder others burdens as her own. She enjoys watching others enjoy themselves. She has a sporadic temper, flaring at odd times and disappearing just as quickly.
Appearance: 3’10”. Heart-shaped face with a small button nose, strong full mouth, high cheekbones that dimple when she smiles, and gently sloping forehead. Figure halfway between Leetah and Nightshade, with ivory skin. A scar on her hip from where she angered a weasel, and an ugly pucker mark on her lower back from a troll spear.
Hair: Blood-red curls in a wild mane, cut short in an attempt to control them (albeit in vain), with four long braids, two in front of each ear.
Eyes: Large and tilted up at the corners like a wolfs, dark blue.
Clothes: Fur-lined indigo knee-high boots, indigo capris laced up the sides, black long-sleeved form-fitting shirt cut low and laced up the front, and a fur-lined, hooded knee-length coat.
Jewelry: None
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Circadian rhythm: Primarily nocturnal; sleeps more during the winter, with awake periods during the day and night
Knowledge:
Humans: Unknown
Magic gone bad: Legend
Other elves: Encountered
Preservers: Legend
Trolls: Encountered
*************
History: As a child, she was very carefree and often stuck her nose in other peoples business. As Lightsong, she looked at the world through rose-colored glasses and lived to nearly 200 years this way. At the blossoming of her magic, she was renamed Mindlight. Shortly afterwards, her mother died, leaving she, her younger brother, and her father to mourn. Having grown up in a thriving, peaceful tribe, this loss caused the young elf to slip into a deep depression, and she would spend eights of days at a time away from the holt, ranging with her wolf-friend.
One morning, when she came back from a lonely hunt, she found her brother gone. No one had seen him leave, and he didn’t respond to sends. The pain of her mother’s death renewed, this time coupled with fear. Where had he gone? Turns passed, and he was never heard from again, and eventually her father passed, too; an accident on a hunt. Despite the unspoken objections from the tribe’s elder, Rainfall, the chief’s braids were passed on to the fiery red-head, and with it, the enourmous responsibility. Although forever changed, Mindlight watched her tribe diligently and with love. She Recognized the tribe elder, and though they fought the pull, eventually they accepted, and two turns later, their son Brightwing was born.
Not long ago, her tribe’s numbers dwindled significantly during a troll attack, whether they were missing or dead. No bodies were ever recovered and the trolls dug too deep too quickly to be followed properly. Their chieftess made it out, but not without marks to prove it. She lost her son, and still dreams of holding his broken body in her arms. However, 7 turns ago, she was lucky enough to Recognize her lifemate again, producing another son. Life has been quiet and healing since then.
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Bond beast: None, currently
She might even appear in the middle of the fire 
