Harvestsong <Kalea@hotpop.com> wrote:
Information* Email Address: Kalea@hotpop.com
Name: Harvestsong Position: Wanderer
Soul name: *unrevealed* Height: 3'6"
Age: 407 Eyes: rich, deep Green
Hair Color: Wheat blonde Hair Style: Loose spiral curls to
waist
Complexion: Pale Build: Lean
Pres. name:
Scars: One on left shoulderblade
Other Marks: None
Desc*
Warm Times:
A deep green triangular shaped top with a band around her neck
and just below her bosom. It leaves her back bare save for the one tie
midback and the fall of her hair. She wears low slung brown shorts that
barely cover the tops of her thighs and a loincloth of deep green that
is only a couple fingers longer. Brown boots rise to her knees.
Cool/Cold times:
A close fitting tunic lined with soft ravvit fur, and leggings
of the same both a soft dovegrey. Her boots are a deeper shade of grey
and her fur cloak is a mottled grey and white.
Family*
Father: Speartosser (D) Mother: Sweetsong (D)
Brothers: None Sisters: None
Soul sibs: None Cubs: None
Lifemates: None Lovemates: None
Recognized: None
Character Information*
Former Name: Morningmist
Heritage: Plainsrunner/Wolfrider
Fears: Finding a family and then losing it.
Dislikes: Trolls, they killed her parents.
Likes: Singing, sunsets, moonrise
Dreams: Of finding a family.
Magics: Sending, Wolf Bonding, Force Sheild
Weapons: Bow, daggers.
Skills: hunting, gathering, a little mending, swimming, dancing,
singing, making fruit juices.
Personality: She doesn't smile much, sometimes just the faintest hint
of one, but she doesn't frown either. Mostly wearing an
expression of newtrality. Somber and dark of mood,
friendly to some but often considered sullen.
Animal Information*
Bond Name: Darkhunt
Sex/Species: Male Wolf
Appearance: Black with amber eyes.
Personality: protective, doesn't like trolls.
Character History*
She was not always so somber, she was a lighthearted little
songbird before her parents died. Occasionally she would have a lovemate
but nothing serious or lasting, just a few nights here and there mostly
during the cold seasons. Then came the day her parents were killed. She
was a little over three hundred so it wasn't as if she was a cubling
losing everything, but to her it was everything. The three of them were
on a hunt when her mother was ambushed. Nothing could make her father
listen as he raced to save his lifemate. Thus he too was captured and Harvestsong not being able to do anything about it and
having no one to fetch for help that could make a difference curled up to hide as her parents demanded and locked minds with theirs until their deaths. That was the day the magic had made itself known. So intent on hiding was she and not wanting to be hurt
that she didn't realize that a shield had sprung up around her protecting her from the crossbow bolts the
trolls shot at her. Angered they tried to attack but the shield held for a few moments.
Long enough for her fear to assert itself and send her up into the trees to escape.
