~ Basic Info ~
Name: Thistle
User: Admiral Snot
Soul Name: Open
Preserver Name: Prickly HighThing
Gender: Male
Height: 4’ 5"
Age: 241
~ Appearance ~
Eyes: Light blue, oval.
Hair: Golden hair down to shoulders.
Complexion: Tanned
Build: Thin and gaunt but strong, tall (for an elf)
Face: Strong and stern
~ Personal ~
Weapons: Knife made of a strange yet strong black metal, and his bare hands (some used to say that an allo couldn't beat Thistle on his worst day - hand to hand ther is no other elf who has bested him, save his son, who added a bit of his flesh shaping power to win the challenge)
Clothes: Sleek fur pants and a shirt of deerskin
Personal Jewelry: Black chain necklace
~ Personality ~
Fears: Fears his son will be weak and he will be a failure as a father
Dislikes: Weaklings and idiots
Likes: Being by himself, hunting dangerous game
Weakness: Lack of conflict
Wants: To go back to his holt not to lead, but to teach and strengthen
Outlook on Life: one is only truly alive in the face of death - to fear is weak
Sees Self As: more hip on the world than his frolicky counterparts
Quirks: Scratches his head vigorously when in thought or confused
Magic: None
Skills: has an uncanny knack of relying on all his senses, not just one - very zen
Personality: Thistle is quick to anger. He despises a quiet life. he thrives on conflict and will occasionally pick a fight out of boredom
Bio: Thistle- blood of five-chiefs, left his holt after a heated argument over the existence of the humans with his own son Quickspear. (he secretly beamed at the fact that his son had beat him in the resultant challenge, even though he kinda cheated - Thistle took the fall and the only two that know this are Thistle and Quickspear.) He has since wandered through the whole forest, finding the StarSinger tribe, humans and trolls. He has avoided contact with all three and has even wandered into the desert, though not far. He spent alot of free time chasing death through combat, mimicking different animals attacking styles (he even tried to wrestle a bear, and won, but was severely mauled for it - the scars still show on his chest)
~ Family ~
Father: Blood of four chiefs (Um...Dead)
Mother: Blood of four chief's wife? (heehee)
Siblings: dead
Soul Siblings: dead
Lovemates: dead
LifeMates: none
Recognized:once, but she got ate by an allo
Cublings: QuickSpear
Other (uncles, cousins…):
~ Part in Tribe ~
Position: Ex-Chief - self exiled
Tribe: Wolfrider - Cracked Ice Holt
~ Bond Animal ~
none
