Post by goldenbraid on Apr 24, 2014 23:02:04 GMT 1
Character is played by: Goldenbraid
If I leave, do this with my character:
<> Put up for temporary adoption (if anyone is interested in playing her) or just have her disappear into wilds for the time (till I hopefully return)
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Character's Name: Goldenbraid
Previous Names: Littlecurl (cub), Dancy-Danglys Highthing (preserver)
Gender: Female
Age: 141
Soul Name: Meyth
SN Known by: None
Species: Wolf-blooded Elf
Origin: White Oak Tribe
Role: Hunter/Tracker
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Siblings: none
Parents: Nightbreeze (mother, deceased), Barkskin (father, deceased)
Lovemates/Lifemates/Recognized: Firefeather (lovemate, deceased)
Children: none
Others: no other direct family
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Magic:
-Animal-Bonding: Average/Strong
-Animal Mimicry: Weak (normally) Strong (when highly emotional)
- Animal-Sending: Average/Strong
- Elf-Sending: Weak/Average
Skills:
Climbing -Tree: Good, Cliffs: Average, Mountains: Poor
Cooking: Poor
Dancing: Average
Fighting –Unarmed: Average, Knife: Poor/Average
Fishing: Poor
Fletcher: Average
Grooming: Poor/Average
Hiding: Average/Good
Hunting: Good
Riding – Wolf: Average
Singing: Average
Stealth: Good
Survival: Average/Good
Swimming: Average
Tracking: Average/Good
Trapping Poor/Average
Weapons – Bow: Good/Excellent
Weapons/Tools: Good quality bow (former tribe-mate was a plant shaper, help form perfect branch to make bow), quiver of arrows, and small bag of metal arrow-heads she took from human village, plus small knife more for carving than fighting.
Other Items: Not much besides the clothes on her back.
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Personality: Goldenbraid is best described as outgoing and fun loving, though now an adult for a few decades, she really hasn’t grown past the mischievous young cub stage, and still has a tendency to leap before she looks. She can be serious mostly when hunting and such, where she seems almost decidedly direct. Because of her former clan’s outlook, she is a bit taken back by bold displays of ‘magic’, but otherwise treats all elves with at least acceptance. Her only moments of dark personality are when dealing with humans and the odd time when her past and the ‘incident’ come to mind making her solemn and distant.
Appearance: She has a 3’8” warrior/huntress frame and build, long, slim with the hint of good muscles, but still not at the expense of her female curves. Her skin, though maybe a hint of a tan, is mostly pale as is typical of forest elves and shows no distinct or highly noticeable scars or marks. Her face is slightly heart shaped, with high cheek bones.
Hair: Goldy Blonde, long down past her waist, front generally in four small braids, back loose to also in braid depending on her activity at time. Often a feather or two will be attached in it. (now in memory of Firefeather)
Eyes: Large, Almond shaped and Deep Blue.
Clothes: Her typical outfit (only one she has at present) is pants set bit more on her hips than waist, a shortish tunic top with sleeves about half way down her upper arms, and a pair of over the knee boots with a touch of fur around the top, all in brownish tan color and long archery bracers.
Jewelry: none
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Circadian rhythm:
Knowledge
Trolls: Unkown, her tribe never met any.
Humans: Encountered, her tribe had on going hostilities with local village.
Preservers: Encountered, a few lived near her tribe at time.
Other tribes: Legend/Heard of, though no one in tribe had seen another elf tribe it was believe there were others out there somewhere.
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History: Her past is your typical wolf-rider forest elf; though do to, according to tribe stories, a couple ‘magic-using’ elves going a bit bad, her tribe was weary of powers, and more watch intently those who showed strong signs than tested or hope for such.
Shortly after she grew to youth age, her mother, an adopted elf when she was found wandering alone in the woods, started to always do up her blonde colour hair in the front in four braids, which is where she would eventually get her adult name from. Also during this time she became sort of friends with and nearly constant companion of an elf named Beamwell. Where she was the active physical type, he was the more quiet scholarly type, which didn’t stop the two from being constantly in one competition after another with each other over who was the best. It would be discovered much later by both that the competiveness was because both had feeling for each other that they didn’t know how to deal with.
Her turn to adult was marked by two events. One was that she and Beamwell (who became Firefeather) finally settled their feelings for each other and became lovemates. The other was the meeting of her present bond animal, for she intervened when the alpha wolf was trying to drive away/kill a runt of the litter wolf cub. She actually got between them and growled at the alpha wolf till he gave up and left. She bonded with the club despite most the tribe telling her he’d be useless, who were much more quiet when the club grew to be one of the biggest wolves.
That event maybe should have set off some curiosity, for she could not explain her odd connection with animals, and not just the kind her tribe usually bonded with, seeming able to highly understand them and be accepted by them but in the end made little of it really. That changed the night her tribe was attacked by the humans living near to the forest, for the on/off rivalry with them came to a head with a new voice driving them. She was out hunting at the time like a few others, and returned to find many killed or badly hurt, including her father and her lovemate. Looking about at the humans’ handiwork made her painfully angry and her anger awoke something powerful inside her. She jumped on her mount and rode straight for the human village, with several of the surviving bond wolves following, and the forest coming alive with other animals. She paid back her pain many fold as the animals seemed to share her hate and fulfill her desire for revenge without hesitation, for they tore their way into the village and killed all who didn’t fast enough in many bloody ways.
When her anger had waned she came to her senses and looked over the carnage, realizing it was all her doing. Unsure of what to make of it, and a bit afraid of her ability, she rode back to the holt, where the rest of those out hunting had returned. Not ready to tell of the humans’ destruction, she instead agreed with the other to search for any elves who might have survived by fleeing or being gone at the time. Riding out in separate directions, it was as she searched that the beacon picked her up….
(Now aware of the gift she has it still won’t respond more than mildly to her will but seems somehow connected to her emotions, only working fully when she is feeling strong over-whelming emotions….. deep anger or love or such)
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Bond beast
Name: Lost-Cause
Age: 38
Gender: male
Species: wolf
Personality: Lost-Cause is mostly stand-offish with elves (except Goldenbraid) and other wolves mostly because of the lone wolf feeling from his past. He hunts alone when not with his rider, but then being one of the largest of his kind, not much stands up to him.
(sorry i took so long with her)
If I leave, do this with my character:
<> Put up for temporary adoption (if anyone is interested in playing her) or just have her disappear into wilds for the time (till I hopefully return)
*************
Character's Name: Goldenbraid
Previous Names: Littlecurl (cub), Dancy-Danglys Highthing (preserver)
Gender: Female
Age: 141
Soul Name: Meyth
SN Known by: None
Species: Wolf-blooded Elf
Origin: White Oak Tribe
Role: Hunter/Tracker
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Siblings: none
Parents: Nightbreeze (mother, deceased), Barkskin (father, deceased)
Lovemates/Lifemates/Recognized: Firefeather (lovemate, deceased)
Children: none
Others: no other direct family
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Magic:
-Animal-Bonding: Average/Strong
-Animal Mimicry: Weak (normally) Strong (when highly emotional)
- Animal-Sending: Average/Strong
- Elf-Sending: Weak/Average
Skills:
Climbing -Tree: Good, Cliffs: Average, Mountains: Poor
Cooking: Poor
Dancing: Average
Fighting –Unarmed: Average, Knife: Poor/Average
Fishing: Poor
Fletcher: Average
Grooming: Poor/Average
Hiding: Average/Good
Hunting: Good
Riding – Wolf: Average
Singing: Average
Stealth: Good
Survival: Average/Good
Swimming: Average
Tracking: Average/Good
Trapping Poor/Average
Weapons – Bow: Good/Excellent
Weapons/Tools: Good quality bow (former tribe-mate was a plant shaper, help form perfect branch to make bow), quiver of arrows, and small bag of metal arrow-heads she took from human village, plus small knife more for carving than fighting.
Other Items: Not much besides the clothes on her back.
*************
Personality: Goldenbraid is best described as outgoing and fun loving, though now an adult for a few decades, she really hasn’t grown past the mischievous young cub stage, and still has a tendency to leap before she looks. She can be serious mostly when hunting and such, where she seems almost decidedly direct. Because of her former clan’s outlook, she is a bit taken back by bold displays of ‘magic’, but otherwise treats all elves with at least acceptance. Her only moments of dark personality are when dealing with humans and the odd time when her past and the ‘incident’ come to mind making her solemn and distant.
Appearance: She has a 3’8” warrior/huntress frame and build, long, slim with the hint of good muscles, but still not at the expense of her female curves. Her skin, though maybe a hint of a tan, is mostly pale as is typical of forest elves and shows no distinct or highly noticeable scars or marks. Her face is slightly heart shaped, with high cheek bones.
Hair: Goldy Blonde, long down past her waist, front generally in four small braids, back loose to also in braid depending on her activity at time. Often a feather or two will be attached in it. (now in memory of Firefeather)
Eyes: Large, Almond shaped and Deep Blue.
Clothes: Her typical outfit (only one she has at present) is pants set bit more on her hips than waist, a shortish tunic top with sleeves about half way down her upper arms, and a pair of over the knee boots with a touch of fur around the top, all in brownish tan color and long archery bracers.
Jewelry: none
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Circadian rhythm:
Knowledge
Trolls: Unkown, her tribe never met any.
Humans: Encountered, her tribe had on going hostilities with local village.
Preservers: Encountered, a few lived near her tribe at time.
Other tribes: Legend/Heard of, though no one in tribe had seen another elf tribe it was believe there were others out there somewhere.
*************
History: Her past is your typical wolf-rider forest elf; though do to, according to tribe stories, a couple ‘magic-using’ elves going a bit bad, her tribe was weary of powers, and more watch intently those who showed strong signs than tested or hope for such.
Shortly after she grew to youth age, her mother, an adopted elf when she was found wandering alone in the woods, started to always do up her blonde colour hair in the front in four braids, which is where she would eventually get her adult name from. Also during this time she became sort of friends with and nearly constant companion of an elf named Beamwell. Where she was the active physical type, he was the more quiet scholarly type, which didn’t stop the two from being constantly in one competition after another with each other over who was the best. It would be discovered much later by both that the competiveness was because both had feeling for each other that they didn’t know how to deal with.
Her turn to adult was marked by two events. One was that she and Beamwell (who became Firefeather) finally settled their feelings for each other and became lovemates. The other was the meeting of her present bond animal, for she intervened when the alpha wolf was trying to drive away/kill a runt of the litter wolf cub. She actually got between them and growled at the alpha wolf till he gave up and left. She bonded with the club despite most the tribe telling her he’d be useless, who were much more quiet when the club grew to be one of the biggest wolves.
That event maybe should have set off some curiosity, for she could not explain her odd connection with animals, and not just the kind her tribe usually bonded with, seeming able to highly understand them and be accepted by them but in the end made little of it really. That changed the night her tribe was attacked by the humans living near to the forest, for the on/off rivalry with them came to a head with a new voice driving them. She was out hunting at the time like a few others, and returned to find many killed or badly hurt, including her father and her lovemate. Looking about at the humans’ handiwork made her painfully angry and her anger awoke something powerful inside her. She jumped on her mount and rode straight for the human village, with several of the surviving bond wolves following, and the forest coming alive with other animals. She paid back her pain many fold as the animals seemed to share her hate and fulfill her desire for revenge without hesitation, for they tore their way into the village and killed all who didn’t fast enough in many bloody ways.
When her anger had waned she came to her senses and looked over the carnage, realizing it was all her doing. Unsure of what to make of it, and a bit afraid of her ability, she rode back to the holt, where the rest of those out hunting had returned. Not ready to tell of the humans’ destruction, she instead agreed with the other to search for any elves who might have survived by fleeing or being gone at the time. Riding out in separate directions, it was as she searched that the beacon picked her up….
(Now aware of the gift she has it still won’t respond more than mildly to her will but seems somehow connected to her emotions, only working fully when she is feeling strong over-whelming emotions….. deep anger or love or such)
*************
Bond beast
Name: Lost-Cause
Age: 38
Gender: male
Species: wolf
Personality: Lost-Cause is mostly stand-offish with elves (except Goldenbraid) and other wolves mostly because of the lone wolf feeling from his past. He hunts alone when not with his rider, but then being one of the largest of his kind, not much stands up to him.
(sorry i took so long with her)
