Charrie's Name: Shadowscar
Soul Name: Dyne
Gender: Male
Height: 4'5"
Age: 264 turns
*Other:
~ Appearance ~
Eyes: one deep hunter green, the other white
Hair: long raven black, either worn long or tied at the back of his head
Complexion: pale
Build: lithe and agile, more toned then bulk
*Nose: straight and thin
*Mouth: straight with a slight pouty bottom lip
Face: angular and long, high thin eyebrows
Marks, scars, tattoos: scar across his eye which he covers with a half mask
Other: half his face is covered with a gold mask
~ Personal ~
Weapons: two long thin swords, the metal is tinted red
Clothes: long dark grey tunic that hangs down to his calves but slitted open on the sides, belted at the waist with a white sash, black baggy pants tied at his ankles, wears sandals
Personal Jewelry: black arm bracers
~ Personality ~
Fears: losing his sense of peace, losing control of his emotions
Dislikes: lots of chatter, nonsense, silliness, being bothered
Likes: an honorable fight, peace, the smell of incense
Weakness: he deems uncontrollable emotions as a weakness, but others see his lack of emotion a weakness
Wants: just to be left alone...or so he thinks *smirks*
Outlook on Life: Respect is a double edged sword.. you give it you get it
Sees Self As: a stream of calm in a turbulent world
Quirks: has a deep sense of politeness, although he hates to listen to another person ramble away, he will never interrupt them.
Magic: sending, gliding, levitation...power stronger then is own body weight, could lift about 300 pounds with a get deal of strain, about 200 comfortably
Skills: sword combat, deep meditation
Personality: A definite enigma to most elves, although he seeks solitude he does not brood. He will sit and listen patiently to an elf chatter even if it pains him to listen so. He possesses a deep sense of honor, refuses to fight an opponent he does not deem worthy, and on occasion will protect an innocent. His expressions are usually emotionless, and it's hard to figure exactly what he is thinking inside. He doesn't push people away, yet never seeks anyone out.
Bio: Shunned by both his parents tribes, a young Shadowscar left to be on his own, traveling the world and learning the arts of swordplay and discipline. On one such journey he came across a lost elfess in the forest by the name of Beesweets. She immediately latched herself to him for protection and he figured to only way to save his poor ears was to help her find her way home. During the time she would speak about both her holt StarSinger and the warrior holt Cracked Ice. Knowing he could never fit within her holt, Shadowscar considered approaching the warrior tribe to see if he could finally have a place to fit in and call home...only time will tell
*Other:
~ Family ~
Father: Won't speak of
Mother: Won't speak of
Siblings: none
Soul Siblings: none
Lovemates: none
LifeMates: none
Recognized: no
Cublings: no
*Other(uncles, cousins…): possibly
~ Part in Tribe ~
Position(tanner, hunter, trouble-maker;)...): Warrior
Tribe (wolf-riders, Sun-people, cat-riders...): Glider/Wolfrider
Holt(StarSinger or Cracked Ice):
~ Bond Animal ~
Name: Silent
Race: Snow owl
Appearance: white with grey and black flecks
Gender: male
Personality: quiet, obedient...just what Shadowscar likes
~Personal Info~
Your Name: Evie
Gender: female
User ID (Yahoo IM, AIM, ICQ, etc): NightwingXOXO
*Your interests: Elfquest, cooking, drawing, rping
