Charrie's Name: Beesweets
Soul Name: Heun
Gender: female
Height: just below average height, 3'6"
Age: 99 turns
~ Appearance ~
Eyes: amber brown, like the color of honey
Hair: pale red, almost orange, long with sides pulled up and fastened with clips
Complexion: pale and creamy
Build: small but not frail
*Nose: pert, slightly upturned
*Mouth: small
Face: heart shaped, roundish cheeks, high eyebrows
Marks, scars, tattoos: none
Other:
~ Personal ~
Weapons: just a small dagger
Clothes: black bell bottom trousers hanging off her hips, wide belt, little deep purple loin cloth, purple strapless bikini top tunic with billowy sleeves wrapped around her arms
Personal Jewelry: little black ribbon tied to her neck
~ Personality ~
Fears: Too carefree to fear much, but isn't too keen on humans
Dislikes: humans, grouchy people, soiled leathers, getting lost
Likes: soft leathers and furs, hearing music, celebrations
Weakness: she has the worst sense of direction known in elfdom, gathering flowers for dyes can often results in a massive search for her for days.
Wants: to please everyone with her leathers, a simple life
Outlook on Life: don't cry...here try this on
Sees Self As: the fashion plait for the tribe
Quirks: chews on her hair when thinking
Magic: sending, wolf bonding
Skills: tanning, curing leathers, creating dyes
Personality: Bright and happy, Beesweets can be annoyingly optimistic at times, refusing to allow herself to look on the bad side of things. She has a passion for leathers and colors, creating clothing after clothing even if no one has asked for them. She is prone to leaving gifts outside den doors. Her attitude and proneness for getting lost leave some to believe she is addlebrained, but she is really rather intelligent, just realized long ago that it was allot more fun to let the older elves make decisions rather then adding anything to it.
Bio: Beesweets parents came to StarSinger holt long ago and decided that it was a beautiful place as any to have their cub and raise her there. They were good friends to the chieftess, and when they finally died together from a wasting illness, they asked StarSinger to watch over there daughter. Beesweets has never made it easy for the chieftess, causing troubles by accident or constantly getting lost, but her intentions were always good and she was always genuine sorry for the mishaps. Unlike most who choose to ignore the Cracked Ice elves, Beesweets always had a curiosity for the harsh elves, wondering how those could choose to remain so cold. Perhaps some well place kindness with melt them???
*Other:
~ Family ~
Father: Brownwood deceased
Mother: Softsoul deceased
Siblings: none
Soul Siblings: none
Lovemates: no one special
LifeMates: no
Recognized: no
Cublings: none
*Other(uncles, cousins…):
~ Part in Tribe ~
Position(tanner, hunter, trouble-maker;)...): Tanner
Tribe (wolf-riders, Sun-people, cat-riders...): Wolfrider
Holt(StarSinger or Cracked Ice): StarSinger
~ Bond Animal ~
Name: Dawn
Race: wolf
Appearance: golden brown with fawn colored paws
Gender: female
Personality: quiet gentle, but somewhat skittish
~Personal Info~
Your Name: Evie
Gender: female
User ID (Yahoo IM, AIM, ICQ, etc): AIM- NightwingXOXO
*Your interests: Elfquest (big surprise) Dragons, drawing and cooking
*Other: I own my own holt, am glad to be here
