Post by Meadow on May 16, 2014 9:01:34 GMT 1
Character is played by: Patty
If I leave, do this with my character: Have them disappear.
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Character's Name: Meadow
Previous Names: Tiptoe
Gender: Female
Age: 195
Soul Name: Frai
Species: Wolf blooded (Wolfrider)
Origin: Homespun Holt
Role: Healer, weaver.
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Siblings: Firefly (sister, alive).
Parents: Swift (father, alive) and Dreammirror (mother, deceased)
Lovemates/Lifemates/Recognized: None.
Children: None.
Others: Stormchaser (male friend and furmate, alive), Fullmoon and Dawn (female furmates and friends, alive) and Windrunner (tribe's chief, a dear friend).
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Magic:
- Elf-Sending (average)
- Healing (average/good)
- Wolf-Bonding
- Wolf-Sending (?)
Skills:
- Climbing (?)
- Cubsitting (average)
- Dancing (good)
- Fighting (?)
- Fishing (average)
- Fletching (poor)
- Gathering (honey, plants, herbs, food, wood, etc) (average)
- Hunting (poor/average)
- Plant lore (average)
- Riding (wolf, average/good)
- Singing (?)
- Stealth (?)
- Survival (?)
- Swimming (average)
- Tanning (average)
- Weapons: dagger (average), (other weapons below average or poor)
- Weaving (cloth, baskets, ropes, etc) (average)
Weapons/Tools: dagger, bone needle and a spool of spidersilk thread.
Other Items: None.
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Personality: A dreamer, often in her own world and viewing many things through rose-tinted glasses. She lives day by day while trying to find enjoyment in most things and also encourages other to do the same. A day isn't perfect if one hasn't smiled, or so she believes. Yet the cheery and also unrealistic attitude makes way for an over emotional personality, causing Meadow to sometimes break down crying over the smallest things, be it tears of joy, sadness or frustration. She has a big strong heart and cares deeply for any living creature, including trolls and humans. No one is an enemy. Her healing only empowers her gentle nature; she hardly speaks ill about anyone or anything and is appalled by any kind of suffering. If she has a slip of the tongue, she gets deeply embarrassed and will mentally and physically retreat in shame. She often punishes herself too harshly whenever she believes she acted wrong.
At times clueless and an airhead while having her head up in the clouds, Meadow may not be seen as the sharpest tool around or the most reliable.
Appearance: Her father describes her as a young doe; slender, graceful and with the same innocence. Meadow is of average height for a female Wolfrider with somewhat tanned skin, long legs, slightly pouty but full lips and not much muscle overall. She may seem frail to others.
Hair: Thick, voluminous and straight ginger colored hair with somewhat curling bangs falling till just above her eyes. When she needs to tie it up for whatever reason, it often results in a messy bun held together by a found stick.
Eyes: Big honey colored with thick ginger colored eyelashes, often dreamy or unfocused. Her irises are unnaturally large.
Clothes: Meadow wears a sleeveless patchwork dress of various colors (mostly brown, red and yellow hues like autumn colors) which also has a short slit on the right side for mobility. The dress' skirt is slightly longer at the back than the front, to which the front reaches till her knees. A brown leather 'corset' belt is wrapped around her waist, tied together with leather laces at the front (subject to change). Long brown sleeves adorn her arms but do not cover her fingers. Her brown shoes are low and reach till below her ankles, the edges curling a little outwards while the tip of her shoes are slightly pointed.
Jewelry: None. Sometimes wears a leafless twig behind her ear.
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History:
Meadow may believe her life has been peaceful, but her sister and father will say otherwise with a hearty chuckle. She was a very distracted cub; always laughing, always curious, always elsewhere with her thoughts and so very spoiled by her parents and older sibling. She enjoyed to burst out into song or to spontaneously dance at the most random of times and would seek out humans and trolls alike to try and befriend them, no matter how many times she was told they weren't to be fully trusted. It had become a daily task for others to tail her and make certain she was safe during her cubhood.
Her obsession was with birds and especially butterflies, wishing to fly like them one day and often daydreaming away about it. She never was able to fly, but she did take allot of inspiration from butterflies and would put it into any designs she would weave, be it colors or patterns. Her cubname Tiptoe was eventually changed into Meadow to honor the inspirational butterflies housing the meadow she could be found in weaving and sewing when she grew a little older. She would behave like one too, fluttering from one 'flower' to another; she had many furmates and close friends within her tribe because of her open and caring nature. No one was a stranger to her and one couldn't help but love or like her, even for her mistakes.
She adored her family and she was loved deeply in return, taking so much after her mother while her sister was more of a female incarnation of their father. Not once did Meadow feel disliked by any of the tribe members. She wasn't the greatest hunter but she made up for it with other skills and an unmatched kindness.
Life was a game and a joy until her mother Dreammirror grew gravely ill; a terrible fever had her bedridden and was refusing to leave her, no matter the remedies tried. For the first time in forever Meadow seemed to realize that the world could be a terrible and unfair place, watching helplessly how her mother struggled against the high fever which was claiming her life. It was during this time of desperation that Meadow discovered her healing capabilities but she was too young and inexperienced to save her mother. With proud words of encouragement before Dreammirror passed, Meadow became devoted to practicing so no one would ever succumb to anything life-threatening in her tribe... and outside of it. She would rush to the aid of elf, animal, troll and human alike even though she was all too often stopped by her tribemates to not be a fool and run herself straight into her own death.
If there was a threat, she was up in the trees to keep herself safe and be there for if anyone needed healing, but her desire to help others often had her blind to the truth and stubborn.
With the new responsibility as the tribe's healer, Meadow had grown a little subdued in her spontaneous behavior but hardly anything changed. She remained joyful, emotional, curious and endlessly caring towards anyone and anything. That she was able to heal the smallest injury had only boosted her confidence in making the world a better place to live in, for everyone.
She continued to live an unrealistic dream, yet was happy nonetheless and none had the heart to tell her otherwise.
Her days and nights were spent sewing, weaving, tending and being with others while daydreaming away. She was so very content with the life she was given... and perhaps it was why she was so shocked and confused to find herself untangled from loving embraces and no longer warmed by the rays of sunlight when she found herself waking up from a nap within the Beacon Room.
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Bond animal
Name: Boulder
Age: Six years
Gender: Male
Species: Wolf
Personality: A strong and fit wolf in his prime, Boulder does his name justice. Steady like a mountain and with strong jaws, Boulder has too much courage for his own good. As a beta in his pack, he refuses to let any wolf get the better of him. When not threatened or believing his bond is in trouble, he is laid back and friendly to most. Unfortunately, Boulder was not with Meadow when the Beacon called.
If I leave, do this with my character: Have them disappear.
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Character's Name: Meadow
Previous Names: Tiptoe
Gender: Female
Age: 195
Soul Name: Frai
Species: Wolf blooded (Wolfrider)
Origin: Homespun Holt
Role: Healer, weaver.
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Siblings: Firefly (sister, alive).
Parents: Swift (father, alive) and Dreammirror (mother, deceased)
Lovemates/Lifemates/Recognized: None.
Children: None.
Others: Stormchaser (male friend and furmate, alive), Fullmoon and Dawn (female furmates and friends, alive) and Windrunner (tribe's chief, a dear friend).
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Magic:
- Elf-Sending (average)
- Healing (average/good)
- Wolf-Bonding
- Wolf-Sending (?)
Skills:
- Climbing (?)
- Cubsitting (average)
- Dancing (good)
- Fighting (?)
- Fishing (average)
- Fletching (poor)
- Gathering (honey, plants, herbs, food, wood, etc) (average)
- Hunting (poor/average)
- Plant lore (average)
- Riding (wolf, average/good)
- Singing (?)
- Stealth (?)
- Survival (?)
- Swimming (average)
- Tanning (average)
- Weapons: dagger (average), (other weapons below average or poor)
- Weaving (cloth, baskets, ropes, etc) (average)
Weapons/Tools: dagger, bone needle and a spool of spidersilk thread.
Other Items: None.
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Personality: A dreamer, often in her own world and viewing many things through rose-tinted glasses. She lives day by day while trying to find enjoyment in most things and also encourages other to do the same. A day isn't perfect if one hasn't smiled, or so she believes. Yet the cheery and also unrealistic attitude makes way for an over emotional personality, causing Meadow to sometimes break down crying over the smallest things, be it tears of joy, sadness or frustration. She has a big strong heart and cares deeply for any living creature, including trolls and humans. No one is an enemy. Her healing only empowers her gentle nature; she hardly speaks ill about anyone or anything and is appalled by any kind of suffering. If she has a slip of the tongue, she gets deeply embarrassed and will mentally and physically retreat in shame. She often punishes herself too harshly whenever she believes she acted wrong.
At times clueless and an airhead while having her head up in the clouds, Meadow may not be seen as the sharpest tool around or the most reliable.
Appearance: Her father describes her as a young doe; slender, graceful and with the same innocence. Meadow is of average height for a female Wolfrider with somewhat tanned skin, long legs, slightly pouty but full lips and not much muscle overall. She may seem frail to others.
Hair: Thick, voluminous and straight ginger colored hair with somewhat curling bangs falling till just above her eyes. When she needs to tie it up for whatever reason, it often results in a messy bun held together by a found stick.
Eyes: Big honey colored with thick ginger colored eyelashes, often dreamy or unfocused. Her irises are unnaturally large.
Clothes: Meadow wears a sleeveless patchwork dress of various colors (mostly brown, red and yellow hues like autumn colors) which also has a short slit on the right side for mobility. The dress' skirt is slightly longer at the back than the front, to which the front reaches till her knees. A brown leather 'corset' belt is wrapped around her waist, tied together with leather laces at the front (subject to change). Long brown sleeves adorn her arms but do not cover her fingers. Her brown shoes are low and reach till below her ankles, the edges curling a little outwards while the tip of her shoes are slightly pointed.
Jewelry: None. Sometimes wears a leafless twig behind her ear.
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History:
Meadow may believe her life has been peaceful, but her sister and father will say otherwise with a hearty chuckle. She was a very distracted cub; always laughing, always curious, always elsewhere with her thoughts and so very spoiled by her parents and older sibling. She enjoyed to burst out into song or to spontaneously dance at the most random of times and would seek out humans and trolls alike to try and befriend them, no matter how many times she was told they weren't to be fully trusted. It had become a daily task for others to tail her and make certain she was safe during her cubhood.
Her obsession was with birds and especially butterflies, wishing to fly like them one day and often daydreaming away about it. She never was able to fly, but she did take allot of inspiration from butterflies and would put it into any designs she would weave, be it colors or patterns. Her cubname Tiptoe was eventually changed into Meadow to honor the inspirational butterflies housing the meadow she could be found in weaving and sewing when she grew a little older. She would behave like one too, fluttering from one 'flower' to another; she had many furmates and close friends within her tribe because of her open and caring nature. No one was a stranger to her and one couldn't help but love or like her, even for her mistakes.
She adored her family and she was loved deeply in return, taking so much after her mother while her sister was more of a female incarnation of their father. Not once did Meadow feel disliked by any of the tribe members. She wasn't the greatest hunter but she made up for it with other skills and an unmatched kindness.
Life was a game and a joy until her mother Dreammirror grew gravely ill; a terrible fever had her bedridden and was refusing to leave her, no matter the remedies tried. For the first time in forever Meadow seemed to realize that the world could be a terrible and unfair place, watching helplessly how her mother struggled against the high fever which was claiming her life. It was during this time of desperation that Meadow discovered her healing capabilities but she was too young and inexperienced to save her mother. With proud words of encouragement before Dreammirror passed, Meadow became devoted to practicing so no one would ever succumb to anything life-threatening in her tribe... and outside of it. She would rush to the aid of elf, animal, troll and human alike even though she was all too often stopped by her tribemates to not be a fool and run herself straight into her own death.
If there was a threat, she was up in the trees to keep herself safe and be there for if anyone needed healing, but her desire to help others often had her blind to the truth and stubborn.
With the new responsibility as the tribe's healer, Meadow had grown a little subdued in her spontaneous behavior but hardly anything changed. She remained joyful, emotional, curious and endlessly caring towards anyone and anything. That she was able to heal the smallest injury had only boosted her confidence in making the world a better place to live in, for everyone.
She continued to live an unrealistic dream, yet was happy nonetheless and none had the heart to tell her otherwise.
Her days and nights were spent sewing, weaving, tending and being with others while daydreaming away. She was so very content with the life she was given... and perhaps it was why she was so shocked and confused to find herself untangled from loving embraces and no longer warmed by the rays of sunlight when she found herself waking up from a nap within the Beacon Room.
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Bond animal
Name: Boulder
Age: Six years
Gender: Male
Species: Wolf
Personality: A strong and fit wolf in his prime, Boulder does his name justice. Steady like a mountain and with strong jaws, Boulder has too much courage for his own good. As a beta in his pack, he refuses to let any wolf get the better of him. When not threatened or believing his bond is in trouble, he is laid back and friendly to most. Unfortunately, Boulder was not with Meadow when the Beacon called.
