PLAYER INFO | ||
Name: | Sarah | |
Email Address: | goback3@yahoo.com | |
Location: | USA, California | |
Other RPG Holts: | Golden Sands Holt, Tall Oaks Holt | |
CHARACTER INFO | ||
Character name: | Silverthorn | |
Gender: | Female | |
Soulname: | Lyr | |
Known by: | Herself, Edge | |
Former name: | None | |
Cub name: | Silverthorn | |
Preserver title: | Silver-soft Highthing | |
Age: | 286 | |
Position in tribe: | Tracker, Herbalist | |
Facial features: | Heart-shaped face, delicately tipped nose and full, rosy mouth. Brows are thin, arched and high | |
Hair color: | Silver | |
Style: | Waist length, usually tied back off her forehead with a strip of leather or a scarf | |
Eye color: | Silver gray, often appearing blue | |
Body type: | Lithe, slender, curved where needs be | |
Height: | 4'4" | |
Skin tone: | Medium fair | |
Scars/Tattoos: | Various small scars from hunting | |
Heritage: | ½ Wolfrider - ½ Go-back | |
Colors (clothes): | Blues, greens, browns and grays | |
Summer outfit: | A leather, ragged stitch skirt, sandals with thongs that wrap around her lower leg, and a simple, halter style tunic, cut off mid-rib. She has been known to switch the skirt for breeches, and the sandals for knee-high boots | |
Winter outfit: | Everything is trimmed with fur. Gray breeches, black boots, a brown belt with a silver clasp over a gray, modified tunic and a heavy hooded coat and gloves for snow | |
Jewelry: | None | |
Weapons: | Bola, Blow-gun | |
Magics: | Sending, Wolf bonding (unuseable) | |
Skills: | Tracking, hunting, herbals and poisons | |
Personality: | She is playful, flirtacious, friendly, fun-loving, easy-going, honest, trustworthy, and feisty just to name a few of her many sides. Jealousy is an emotion that she's never known, but she's not a stranger to the sting of a quick temper. She loves adventure, and thrills, but would never consider endangering anyone, including herself, just for the sake of it. Level-headed, dedicated, she apples herself 150%, whether it?s doing her job, or just having fun |
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Likes: | Enjoying herself | |
Dislikes: | Being gloomy, depressed, and being lied to | |
Fears: | Drawn-out painful death | |
Quirks: | Tucks in lower lip when thinking | |
FAMILY | ||
Mother: | Sweethorn - Wolfrider (possible NPC) | |
Father: | Hrok - Go-back (possible NPC) | |
Siblings: | Open/Un-named (missing/presumed dead) | |
Soul siblings: | Open | |
Other family: | Brother [Adoptive]: Edge - Wolfrider, Nephew [Adoptive]: Darkfur - ¾ Wolfrider/¼ SeaElf | |
Lovemates: | Wildtrack | |
Lifemates: | Wildtrack | |
Recognized: | None | |
Children: | None | |
History: | ||
Hrok was one of the many Go-Backs who journeyed back to the holt with Blackspear. Shortly after his arrival, he took a liking to the young Sweethorn, and the two became a pairing. Silverthorn was born in the holt. Her history is rather unimpressive. Her parents were nearly inseperable, but this led to a conglomerate tutorial of the way of the Wolfrider, and the Go-Back as well. By experimentation, she picked up a unique skill with herbs after a fascinating accident where she poisoned a small berry bush. When she was old enough, she was trained in the use of the bola by Hrok, who had learned to use the odd weapon when his favorite mace was lost during a war in his younger days. Sweethorn was a motherly, feminine influence, trying to temper the side of her daughter that was inherently all Go-Back; personality wise, she's got the best of both tribes(open to interpretation). Since her discovery of herbs and poisons, she utilized this finding when she came into the use of her blow-gun, dipping the tips of the darts in poison while hunting, or nowadays in tracking. Anything else, well, you just have to get to know her. |
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TRAINED MOUNT | ||
Name: | Pelthammer | |
Species: | Elk | |
Gender: | Male | |
Age: | 7 | |
Appearance: | Dark, reddish brown hair, with golden-brown eyes | |
Personality: | Aloof. He's a team player, but favors his mistress over any others. It's rare that he'll let anyone else mount him willingly. Also, he isn't overly fond of wolves. However, he has learned to tolerate them | |
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