~ Basic Info ~
Charrie's Name: HandTalker
Soul Name: Leah
Gender: Female
Height: 3’2”
Age: 35
*Other: Deaf-blind
~ Appearance ~
Eyes: bright-blue, with no pupil.
Hair: Dark-brown which is usually braided in a braid that reaches to her feet. If let down, obviously, it would cover her like Lady Godiva's and would go down past her feet. The braid is loose and starts at the base of the neck in order to make sure that the headband will stay on. Usually, some strands are missed and these hang in her face.
Complexion: She is quite tan, but not nearly as dark as the sunfolk.
Build: Very thin and agile
Nose: Small and pokes up
Mouth: Her lips are thin
Face Shape: high cheekbones
Marks, scars, tattoos: none
*Other: She is deaf and blind
~ Personal ~
Weapons: Staff, hands
Clothes: She wears a wrap-around with poofie sleeves. It is made of sunfolk-material as she lived with them for a while. Her pants are of the same material and are tied to form a 'poof' just under the knee, then another under that, then a third, then it sort of flares out a bit over the tops of her soft shoes.
Jewelry: She wears a headband made of silver with a turquoise stone in the center - just at her forehead. The silver band goes straight up along her head and to the top in the middle, and on either side is another sliver shoot in an almost V shape. These are connected with a leather in the back.
Personal Possessions: staff, clothes… er, nothing really
~ Personality ~
Fears: Humans
Dislikes: Humans
Likes: Soft things, good smells, good tastes
Weakness: She's blind and deaf
Wants: to find a place where she belongs
Outlook on Life: Humans – bad. Cause loss. Elves – good and kind. Soft hands. Life throws bars in one’s path, but one can still make the most of it.
Sees Self As: an artist
Quirks: Will tilt her head to one side as if she sees something funny, purse her lips a little and grin with one side of her mouth when she is remembering. She also is very touchy-feely. Obviously, that is the only way she can interact. She loves the feel of skin and faces and always wants to ‘feel’ people talking.
Magic: Strong sending range, wolf-bonding, magic-sensing
Skills: blindfighting (for obvious reasons), weaving, midwiving, dancing
Personality: Not very shy and extremely energetic. Although she is good at sending, it is more common to see her trying to get her points across with her hands and expressions. She is very graceful.
Character History: She lived a normal life in HighForest Holt (I made it up for the sake of the story) until she was about 15. One night her mother, Bright Water, was braiding her hair as she played with her younger brother. "I love you, Mama." She said as her mother continued braiding. At this time her mother wore the band she now wears and had very short hair. She had long hair, which her mother braided for her after every bath. "I love you, too, my Lily." Bright Water gave her daughter a loving shove, "Now get off to bed and take your brother with you." Giggling, Water Lily did as she was told. She curled up on her furs, as it was hot, and slept, her brother next to her. Her sister was older and allowed to stay up with the adults. Lily awoke to a scream. She sat up quickly, then screamed herself, "MAMA!" There was fire in the doorway! The den was on fire! She heard cries in the hateful tongue she had never bothered to learn,
"[Demons!]" "[Die Demons!]" "[You will burn!]" "[Gotara wills it!]" She sat bolt upright and reached for her brother. He whimpered and cuddled to her. She heard human drums beating.
"Mama! Mama!" Water Lily cried, tears running down her face, as she hugged her brother to her, "Daddy! RedKit!"
"Lily! Baby!" she heard her mother's voice from the other side of the flames, "Get out of the den! Run away!" So picking up her brother, she rushed from the den just in time to see a human knock her mother to the ground with a well-aimed blow.
They were everywhere - the humans were setting fire to every tree in the holt! Even though she had been told to run away, Water Lily couldn't leave her mother there. She saw blood seeping from a cut in her head. She ran forward. "Mama! No!" Even Little Frog cried and held out his little arms for her. Water Lily collapsed beside her and realized that her mother wasn't breathing. "Mam-" she was cut short as she saw the human face on the other side of her mother. It held a heavy branch and another with a burning flame. She screamed as the human grabbed her arm and thrust the fire into her face.
"[Demon-Spawn. You will die!]" The voice of the human priest screamed at her. The drum beats got louder and louder as the humans beating the drums got closer. Water Lily saw nothing but flame. She smelt it scorching her skin - her eyes. She heard nothing but drums. Closer and closer. Elfin screams of pain and anguish. Human cries of war and joy. Then she heard no more. She saw no more.
Ever.
When she awoke, she felt the dried blood on her face from where her ears had bled. She felt the burn marks. She remembered. Reaching forward in the world of emptiness, her hands fell onto a body. She recognized the body as her hands worked their way up the neck to the face, then to the headband. Water Lily cried in anguish, but she didn't hear it. Slowly, she took the headband from her mother and placed it atop her own singed head. "I promise, Mama." she thought, tears running down her scarred face, "I promise to always remember you."
Nearby, she found the body of RedKit. She could tell by the leathers he always wore. To her horror, she couldn't find his head. She moved on, crawling about the charred remains. She found holt-mates and friends. She even found the chief; she knew as she fingered his chief-lock that it was he. She found her sister wrapped in her father's arms. She pulled one of her dead father's arms around herself and cried. After what seemed like forever, she felt the arm move. Surprised, she reached to feel her father's face, but it hadn't changed. Another arm reached down for her. Slowly, tentatively, Water Lily reached and felt the four-fingered hand. It helped her up. She stumbled as it shoved her in a direction, and so whoever it was picked her up. It carried her quite some ways before Water Lily fell asleep again.
This odd savior happened to be the plant-shaper, Tree Weaver. She realized it later as she awoke on a wolf's back. She felt his face and felt his lips move. She put her hands to her own face and felt her lips move, yet still heard nothing and saw nothing. Tree Weaver embraced her and Water Lily felt tears fall onto her face, which had been cleaned at a river. The blood was gone.
The trip was a long one. Tree Weaver fed Water Lily and helped her in everything. For a while they rode through a very rough, hot area that was sometimes very cold. The dirt was not good for growing plants and the animals were not big enough to eat. One day, Tree Weaver pulled his wolf to a stop. The vibrations in his hot, bare chest told Water Lily he was talking. She put her hand to his mouth to 'hear,' a discovery which made her quite happy.
"-in peace. We have crossed the hot-sand area. We need a healer for the Little One." he paused for a while, and Water Lily almost fell off the wolf trying to find who he was talking to. He grabbed her and pulled her closer as he began talking again, "Humans. They have killed the whole tribe. She is the only one I could find alive." After another short pause, they went on again.
The journey was short but steep. Inside where ever they were, Water Lily sensed many people rushing around, most away from them. Tree Weaver climbed off his wolf-friend then lifted Water Lily down. He led her forward to a waiting elf. When Tree Weaver let go of her hand, Water Lily immediately reached out for what she sensed ahead of her. It was a tall elfess which Water Lily pulled until she could reach her face. She felt that it wore a chief-lock, and that it was a girl. She felt that the chieftess had water in her eyes and was talking, "The child. Her wounds are old. How long has it been?"
Water Lily reached back to try and find Tree Weaver, but couldn't reach him and keep a hold of the chieftess, who had sat down so that Water Lily could feel her. She spoke again, "Our healer is strong, but I don't know if she can heal wounds that old." Then she picked Water Lily up into her strong arms and took her into a very cool place. She sat her on a soft place that smelled different from furs and felt different from furs. Water Lily sensed many other elves rushing around. One brought forward an odd feeling thing with a liquid in it. Water Lily tasted it with the tip of her tongue, and finding it water, drank deeply. Another set of hands had a soft, wet cloth that they kept trying to dab the cub's face with. But Water Lily was very excited. Her hands flew everywhere as she tried to 'see' each one with her fingers. She caught words like "sad" and "poor kid" as her hand flew from face to face. Finally, they all went away and another one came up.
This one had soft hands. It smeared not-water liquids on Water Lily's face and arms. She tried and tried to heal. Water Lily, knowing a little about healing, waited patiently and did not squirm too much. The healer was strong. She cleared up all the scars but could not repair the ruined ears or eyes. She did, however, manage to help the child with her heart and head pains - the loss of her family, tribe, and holt. In doing so, she was 'cured' of her mortality. The healing took a long, long time. Afterwards, the healer just about collapsed from exhaustion. The soft hands who had given Water Lily water rushed forward and began dabbing them both again. Reverently, Water Lily put her hands on the healer's mouth. "I tried." The healer was saying, "Oh, I tried. It's - too much. Too deep. I did all I could." Her eyes were water eyes as well. Water Lily learned much from the sunfolk. Not many could send, so they taught Water Lily to 'handtalk.' They made her soft clothes, but Water Lily would not give up her head band. She pitched quite a fit when it disappeared one day. She learned all she could from the sunfolk and Tree Weaver. Tree Weaver taught her blind-fighting, to use a staff, and wolf-bonding. The sunfolk about herbal healing, midwifery, weaving, and dancing. Tree Weaver became like a second father, but he had taken wounds as well. He never told the healer about them until it was much too late. When Water Lily, who everyone now called HandTalker, turned 29 (120 seasons), Tree Weaver died. They tried to save him, but he said no. He told them to let him die. They had no choice.
After Tree Weaver's death, HandTalker did not feel that she belonged. She did not stay much longer – she left soon after Tree Weaver died. She got on SoftHair and rode back across the desert in order to find a forest to live in - by herself if necessary.
~ Family ~
Father: LongSpear (D)
Mother: Bright Water (D)
Siblings: Red Kit (sister/D), Small Frog (brother/D)
Soul Siblings: None
Lovemates: None
LifeMates: None
Recognized: None
Cublings: None
*Other (uncles, cousins…): The wolfrider tribe was extremely close. They were all like family. But they are dead.
~ Part in Tribe ~
Position: Weaver, herbal healer, midwife
Race: Wolfrider
Tribe (StarSinger or Cracked Ice): StarSinger
~ Bond Animal ~
Name: Soft Hair
Race: wolf
Appearance: SoftHair is a grey wolf which has white spots on his left ear, right front paw, right back paw, and belly.
Gender: female
Personality: SoftHair is protective of Handtalker and knows perfectly well about her disadvantages. She understands the hand-signs that Handtalker makes as well as understanding the sendings. She does, however, know her job and does it well. When Handtalker and she are alone, it is SoftHair who hunts and brings food back. It is SoftHair who warns of danger.
~Pets~
None, though I’ll probably pick one up later.
~Personal Info~
Your Name: Jennifer
Gender: Female
User ID (Yahoo IM, AIM, ICQ, etc):
AIM: Saltarella(family), Ri elfprincess(school year).
Yahoo; Skyflower_30127 (school year)
