Post by Naavah on Nov 9, 2004 2:58:44 GMT -5
This is a transplant character from Western Woods, I'm not looking for any position other than local trouble maker.
Full Name: Naavah Orlie Koncha de'Crandios ka'Luma Parna Luminarii
Familiar Name: Naavah, Little Savage
Age: 11 summers
Birthplace: The Wolf Tribe, in a land of another time.
Height: 52 inches
Weight: 60 lbs ish
Eye Color: Black Eyes
Hair Color: Black
Abilities: She has grown up in the forest, and though her sences are only human, she can read the wind, the earth and the sky as though they were picture books. She is deeply skillfull at tracking and hunting. With the sling her accuracy is now over 95% accurate, making her truely dangerous with the primitive weapon.
Distinguishing Marks: She is always seen wearing a full wolf's pelt as a cloak. It is an artifact of protection and pride to her, the pelt of her father's mortal form slain by her mother, one of the few links to her roots. In poor light she often appears to be part wolf, part human. Perhaps it is just the blurring of the cloak against her figure or perhaps it is a sign of her true roots.
Sample Post: Beneath the canopy of stars a lone creature moves at a slow shuffle. She moved through the brush awkwardly, favoring one side of her body greatly over the other. If a passerby had been able to glance at the silhouette from among the brush, she would have appeared as a species undetermined: too small to be a grown human, clothed in the fur and smell of a wolf, walking upright with only a slight hunch. But there were no passerbys on their chilly autumn evening, and the creature walked alone, her world reduced to several simple truths. There would be no soon end to the cold weather and snow would soon follow it; the was no way she could live the winter without new hides, new bones, new meat; and the aching all encompassing biting, stinging, throbbing pain of her right leg. It was this third factor that drove her towards the society that she shirked so completely. She had learned to hate with great passion the others that lived inhabited these places. They tore down trees to make their structures, scared away game, scarred the land, and defiled the Great Mother and her spirit children. But the Others, the men, the monsters, all that lay between, did have their uses. When they tore up the trees and frightened away all that was natural, they replaced it with new animals, slow, stupid docile creatures who stared at her with confused and trusting eyes before she broke their skulls and slit their throats.
Want to know what happens next? Then accept me! I also play another lovely Ulster char, guess who!
Full Name: Naavah Orlie Koncha de'Crandios ka'Luma Parna Luminarii
Familiar Name: Naavah, Little Savage
Age: 11 summers
Birthplace: The Wolf Tribe, in a land of another time.
Height: 52 inches
Weight: 60 lbs ish
Eye Color: Black Eyes
Hair Color: Black
Abilities: She has grown up in the forest, and though her sences are only human, she can read the wind, the earth and the sky as though they were picture books. She is deeply skillfull at tracking and hunting. With the sling her accuracy is now over 95% accurate, making her truely dangerous with the primitive weapon.
Distinguishing Marks: She is always seen wearing a full wolf's pelt as a cloak. It is an artifact of protection and pride to her, the pelt of her father's mortal form slain by her mother, one of the few links to her roots. In poor light she often appears to be part wolf, part human. Perhaps it is just the blurring of the cloak against her figure or perhaps it is a sign of her true roots.
Sample Post: Beneath the canopy of stars a lone creature moves at a slow shuffle. She moved through the brush awkwardly, favoring one side of her body greatly over the other. If a passerby had been able to glance at the silhouette from among the brush, she would have appeared as a species undetermined: too small to be a grown human, clothed in the fur and smell of a wolf, walking upright with only a slight hunch. But there were no passerbys on their chilly autumn evening, and the creature walked alone, her world reduced to several simple truths. There would be no soon end to the cold weather and snow would soon follow it; the was no way she could live the winter without new hides, new bones, new meat; and the aching all encompassing biting, stinging, throbbing pain of her right leg. It was this third factor that drove her towards the society that she shirked so completely. She had learned to hate with great passion the others that lived inhabited these places. They tore down trees to make their structures, scared away game, scarred the land, and defiled the Great Mother and her spirit children. But the Others, the men, the monsters, all that lay between, did have their uses. When they tore up the trees and frightened away all that was natural, they replaced it with new animals, slow, stupid docile creatures who stared at her with confused and trusting eyes before she broke their skulls and slit their throats.
Want to know what happens next? Then accept me! I also play another lovely Ulster char, guess who!
