Post by Greywing on Sept 1, 2014 0:30:07 GMT 1
Character is played by: Tam
If I leave, do this with my character:
<> Put up for adoption
<> Have them disappear
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Character's Name: Greywing
Previous Names: -
Preserver Name: Greenhair-Highthing
Gender: female
Age: 23
Soul Name: Rakte
Species: wolfrider
Origin: Wandering Steps (the very first holt I played in, when I was 13...this will be same concept, but with a twist.I'll write a tribe page once Sofia determines that I'm not on crack for creating this character.)
Role: falconer, huntress, scout
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Siblings: Shadowhunter (deceased)
Parents: Flare (father, deceased), Iona (mother, deceased)
Lovemates/Lifemates/Recognized: none
Children: none
Others: -
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Magic: sending (average), animal bonding, animal sending (average)
Skills:
-climbing: good
-cooking: poor
-dancing: poor
-fighting: average
-fishing: average
-hiding: average/good
-hunting (with sling): average/good
-hunting (with stone dagger): average
-falcon training: average/good
-riding wolves: average/poor
-scouting: average/good
-singing: average
-stealth: average/good
-survival: average/good
-swimming: average
Weapons/Tools: sling, stone dagger
Other Items: often has bits of spare leather for making falcon tethers, and a pouch of dried chunks of meat.
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Personality: initially very suspicious of others. Over the past couple years on her own, she's started to internalize the idea that she is cursed and doesn't want to be around other elves. When she gets more comfortable, she may come off a bit clingy. She was always a little different in her tribe, but in her time, her kind are still warring with their elf sides and wolf sides, so everyone has their different quirks and odd characteristics. She has a bit of a hard time in group settings; when hunting or doing some other task, she often just goes with her own plan, and often has to be reminded to keep others in the loop. This does, however, make her a trustworthy, independent scout. In normal times, Greywing is young and still learning about herself and the world, and her place in it, but she's reached an age where she's expected to start at least thinking about taking a few mates (which she feels cautiously optimistic about). She's a curious elf, but often prefers to discover things on her own; she isn't terribly nosy. She will often seek company for the sake of company...knowing someone else is simply there. Some of her feral kin found this a strange trait and considered other tasks more important, though Greywing is often willing to help others if that means company. She values her alone time, though.
Appearance: 4'6". having more elf blood than wolf made Greywing taller than many of her more feral kin. Her nose is a bit wide and squishy, not like one would expect the daughter of a firstcomer to have, full lips and sharp canines.
Hair: long, dark green, with a slight wave, kept in three tails down the back of her head, starting at the crown.
Eyes: upturned, dark amber, sad
Clothes: a pale grey halter top with a brown leather underbust cincher. Darker brown, skintight leggings, and even darker brown, thick winter boots. On her arms, she has a set of brown leather braces and thick leather gloves, though the one on her left hand goes all the way to the middle of her bicep. Last, she has a red cloak trimmed at the collar with white and grey feathers from past birds she trained.
Jewelry: small silver hoops in her lobes.
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Circadian rhythm: nocturnal
Knowledge:
Humans: lots and lots
Magic gone bad: none
Other elves: none
Preservers: some. she's met preservers, but doesn't know a ton about them.
Trolls: none
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History: Greywing was born to Chief Flare and Iona, one who would be considered a High One in much later days, but no such honorific had been invented back then. When the original elves landed on this planet, they were ambushed by primitive humans; the few survivors were forced to flee, and eventually were able to merge with wolves, one of the dominant predators of the planet. The first born of that group, Karis, became the first chief, and had many children, but instead of establishing a leadership line, as each of her children matured, they formed smaller splinter packs to explore the world and find other survivors. Her son Flare was the chief for the Hidden Steps pack, a group of elves who specialized in stealth and blending in with nature.
Of Flare's many children, Greywing and Shadowhunter were the closest. Greywing came from the joinings of Flare and a pure-blooded original, Iona. At her birth, she was named for fledglings the tribe called "little greywings," with the hope that her daughter would grow from one of them into one like the large, predator birds that roamed the skies. Her childhood was fairly normal and happy...for a time. She clung to Shadowhunter, who always indulged her cubling demands, and as she grew, he taught her to stalk from the shadows, and to fight. At the tender age of 13, violent humans found the tribe's camp. Flare, growing older, took the tribe's cubs and less talented fighters and fled, while Shadowhunter and the feral ones fought off the humans. The humans fled, but it was too late for Shadowhunter and his warriors. After the remaining elves returned the dead to the land, Flare declared their tribe's name be changed to Wandering Steps, for never again would they settle in one place.
From then on, Greywing's childhood was much different. With his other children dead or leading their own groups, Flare had no choice but to groom his youngest daughter for leadership. Some of the more feral elves sneered at her; Shadowhunter had had more wolf in his veins, and the feral ones didn't think Greywing capable of leadership with a pure-blooded mother. She ran away many times to be alone, and discovered a deeper affinity for the greywings. Her connection to the predator birds was initially seen as childish and frivolous, but once she trained her first one and provided the tribe with food, she gained the ferals' grudging respect.
Seasons passed. Greywing never felt comfortable in leadership, but she knew she could take the lead when Flare was ready to pass it on again. Finally, her father declared it was time. For hands of days, they'd scoped out a place to settle for the whitecold, and Flare decided it was safe enough to camp. He told his daughter that the next night, he would declare her the official chieftess of the Wandering Steps group. They never made it to that night, though. The midday before the ceremony, as most of the elves slept, humans raided their camp. The scouts didn't have a chance; though they killed a couple members of the raiding party, these humans had learned from their mistakes, waiting eight turns of the seasons to strike back at the elves. The scouts fell quickly, and the remaining elves slaughtered. At the time, Greywing was with one of the feral elves, Howlspear, training her latest greywing, K'rstai. Upon returning to the camp, they found the bloody scene. It was almost like the last time, finding her brother and his warriors dead. A few elves had never woken up, like her dear mother, but many fought. Human bodies draped over elfin ones, but the humans were ultimately the victors. In the distance, Howlspear spotted the group of humans who remained, laughing and celebrating their victory. He jumped into action in a blind rage; he killed three of them, but they were still many more than he was, and he was defeated. They spotted Greywing as Howlspear's lifeless body crumpled; instead of fighting, Greywing ran.
For two turns of the seasons, Greywing wandered, K'rstai her only company. She came upon a few smaller elf tribes, but inflated stories of Flare's egotism and the tribe's bad luck, further reinforced when Greywing told her sad tale, prevented her from joining them. They thought she'd bring death to their tribes too. Eventually, she learned to just stay away. Deprived of contact with her own kind, and with so much life ahead of her, Greywing wandered in despair until one day, as she fed K'rstai, the air shimmered about her...
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Bond beast (if your elf has one)
Name: K'rstai
Age: 4
Gender: female
Species: grey falcon
Personality: gentle and sweet with her handler, but fiercely protective and wary of others.
(Greywing is a wolfrider, but her focus on training hawks has kept her from bonding with a wolf. Greywing and K'rstai are only handler and bird, they are not bonded like a wolf and a wolfrider would be.)
If I leave, do this with my character:
<> Put up for adoption
<> Have them disappear
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Character's Name: Greywing
Previous Names: -
Preserver Name: Greenhair-Highthing
Gender: female
Age: 23
Soul Name: Rakte
Species: wolfrider
Origin: Wandering Steps (the very first holt I played in, when I was 13...this will be same concept, but with a twist.
Role: falconer, huntress, scout
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Siblings: Shadowhunter (deceased)
Parents: Flare (father, deceased), Iona (mother, deceased)
Lovemates/Lifemates/Recognized: none
Children: none
Others: -
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Magic: sending (average), animal bonding, animal sending (average)
Skills:
-climbing: good
-cooking: poor
-dancing: poor
-fighting: average
-fishing: average
-hiding: average/good
-hunting (with sling): average/good
-hunting (with stone dagger): average
-falcon training: average/good
-riding wolves: average/poor
-scouting: average/good
-singing: average
-stealth: average/good
-survival: average/good
-swimming: average
Weapons/Tools: sling, stone dagger
Other Items: often has bits of spare leather for making falcon tethers, and a pouch of dried chunks of meat.
*************
Personality: initially very suspicious of others. Over the past couple years on her own, she's started to internalize the idea that she is cursed and doesn't want to be around other elves. When she gets more comfortable, she may come off a bit clingy. She was always a little different in her tribe, but in her time, her kind are still warring with their elf sides and wolf sides, so everyone has their different quirks and odd characteristics. She has a bit of a hard time in group settings; when hunting or doing some other task, she often just goes with her own plan, and often has to be reminded to keep others in the loop. This does, however, make her a trustworthy, independent scout. In normal times, Greywing is young and still learning about herself and the world, and her place in it, but she's reached an age where she's expected to start at least thinking about taking a few mates (which she feels cautiously optimistic about). She's a curious elf, but often prefers to discover things on her own; she isn't terribly nosy. She will often seek company for the sake of company...knowing someone else is simply there. Some of her feral kin found this a strange trait and considered other tasks more important, though Greywing is often willing to help others if that means company. She values her alone time, though.
Appearance: 4'6". having more elf blood than wolf made Greywing taller than many of her more feral kin. Her nose is a bit wide and squishy, not like one would expect the daughter of a firstcomer to have, full lips and sharp canines.
Hair: long, dark green, with a slight wave, kept in three tails down the back of her head, starting at the crown.
Eyes: upturned, dark amber, sad
Clothes: a pale grey halter top with a brown leather underbust cincher. Darker brown, skintight leggings, and even darker brown, thick winter boots. On her arms, she has a set of brown leather braces and thick leather gloves, though the one on her left hand goes all the way to the middle of her bicep. Last, she has a red cloak trimmed at the collar with white and grey feathers from past birds she trained.
Jewelry: small silver hoops in her lobes.
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Circadian rhythm: nocturnal
Knowledge:
Humans: lots and lots
Magic gone bad: none
Other elves: none
Preservers: some. she's met preservers, but doesn't know a ton about them.
Trolls: none
*************
History: Greywing was born to Chief Flare and Iona, one who would be considered a High One in much later days, but no such honorific had been invented back then. When the original elves landed on this planet, they were ambushed by primitive humans; the few survivors were forced to flee, and eventually were able to merge with wolves, one of the dominant predators of the planet. The first born of that group, Karis, became the first chief, and had many children, but instead of establishing a leadership line, as each of her children matured, they formed smaller splinter packs to explore the world and find other survivors. Her son Flare was the chief for the Hidden Steps pack, a group of elves who specialized in stealth and blending in with nature.
Of Flare's many children, Greywing and Shadowhunter were the closest. Greywing came from the joinings of Flare and a pure-blooded original, Iona. At her birth, she was named for fledglings the tribe called "little greywings," with the hope that her daughter would grow from one of them into one like the large, predator birds that roamed the skies. Her childhood was fairly normal and happy...for a time. She clung to Shadowhunter, who always indulged her cubling demands, and as she grew, he taught her to stalk from the shadows, and to fight. At the tender age of 13, violent humans found the tribe's camp. Flare, growing older, took the tribe's cubs and less talented fighters and fled, while Shadowhunter and the feral ones fought off the humans. The humans fled, but it was too late for Shadowhunter and his warriors. After the remaining elves returned the dead to the land, Flare declared their tribe's name be changed to Wandering Steps, for never again would they settle in one place.
From then on, Greywing's childhood was much different. With his other children dead or leading their own groups, Flare had no choice but to groom his youngest daughter for leadership. Some of the more feral elves sneered at her; Shadowhunter had had more wolf in his veins, and the feral ones didn't think Greywing capable of leadership with a pure-blooded mother. She ran away many times to be alone, and discovered a deeper affinity for the greywings. Her connection to the predator birds was initially seen as childish and frivolous, but once she trained her first one and provided the tribe with food, she gained the ferals' grudging respect.
Seasons passed. Greywing never felt comfortable in leadership, but she knew she could take the lead when Flare was ready to pass it on again. Finally, her father declared it was time. For hands of days, they'd scoped out a place to settle for the whitecold, and Flare decided it was safe enough to camp. He told his daughter that the next night, he would declare her the official chieftess of the Wandering Steps group. They never made it to that night, though. The midday before the ceremony, as most of the elves slept, humans raided their camp. The scouts didn't have a chance; though they killed a couple members of the raiding party, these humans had learned from their mistakes, waiting eight turns of the seasons to strike back at the elves. The scouts fell quickly, and the remaining elves slaughtered. At the time, Greywing was with one of the feral elves, Howlspear, training her latest greywing, K'rstai. Upon returning to the camp, they found the bloody scene. It was almost like the last time, finding her brother and his warriors dead. A few elves had never woken up, like her dear mother, but many fought. Human bodies draped over elfin ones, but the humans were ultimately the victors. In the distance, Howlspear spotted the group of humans who remained, laughing and celebrating their victory. He jumped into action in a blind rage; he killed three of them, but they were still many more than he was, and he was defeated. They spotted Greywing as Howlspear's lifeless body crumpled; instead of fighting, Greywing ran.
For two turns of the seasons, Greywing wandered, K'rstai her only company. She came upon a few smaller elf tribes, but inflated stories of Flare's egotism and the tribe's bad luck, further reinforced when Greywing told her sad tale, prevented her from joining them. They thought she'd bring death to their tribes too. Eventually, she learned to just stay away. Deprived of contact with her own kind, and with so much life ahead of her, Greywing wandered in despair until one day, as she fed K'rstai, the air shimmered about her...
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Bond beast (if your elf has one)
Name: K'rstai
Age: 4
Gender: female
Species: grey falcon
Personality: gentle and sweet with her handler, but fiercely protective and wary of others.
(Greywing is a wolfrider, but her focus on training hawks has kept her from bonding with a wolf. Greywing and K'rstai are only handler and bird, they are not bonded like a wolf and a wolfrider would be.)
I'm about to head to bed, but you didn't miss the scouting skill in the list...totally forgot to add it. I will do that and write the tribe page thing in the morning.