WhiteFox Aug 26, 2016 2:23:50 GMT
Post by WhiteFox on Aug 26, 2016 2:23:50 GMT
Out Of Character
Experience: 21 years or so
How You Found Us?: Blame Noel.
In the event of unexplained inactivity, should we adopt out or kill off your character?: Wandering is preferred, please.
Heritage: Jackwolf Rider
Soul Name: Ktai
Preserver Name: Cloud-head High Thing
Age: Young Adult (85)
Thanks to Jeed and Tzezuko for the pic!
Face Claim: Halle Berry
Hair: Whitefox keeps her hair about shoulder length. It is naturally wavy. She occasionally ties it back out of her face with a headband. Contrasting to her dark skin, she has stark white hair
Eyes: Her blue eyes are big and bright, though there is a hint of shyness.
Height/Build: Whitefox is a small built, thin and short elf. She stands, at 3'8". Some muscle tone visible.
Skin: Smooth, dark chocolate skin (Think a snickers bar color), with darker freckles on her cheeks and nose.
Warmer climate: She has short leather pants and sandals for the warmer days along with a grass green tunic with lacing along the sleeves.
Colder climate: When the days and nights turn particularly cold she dons leather shoes and long leather pants and she has a hooded poncho she'll wear over her torso if needed.
+ Not overly jealous
- A tad forgetful/absent minded
- A bit clumsy, often tripping over her own feet.
- She doesn't like to admit when she needs help - pride.
- Lack of confidence in her magic skills
Magic: (She may discover this on-screen instead of starting with it)
Strength: Her powers are strong, but very uncontrolled at this time.
Description of powers: She lacks the control and discipline at this time, which can cause for unexpected dunks and dowsing of water, and perhaps in the future she'll be able to chill water to freezing or even heat it to evaporating. (Pending mod approval of course. As mentioned. Future. Not now. Future.)
Skills: (add additional skills after the presets; clarify the strength of each skill using the following scale: weak/average/strong/excellent)
Singing: Strong (Alto range)
- Bow and Arrow: Strong (Standing) Above Average (Riding)
- Spear: Average
- Sword: Weak
Rope Use: Weak (this would be for like lasso's and what not. She can tie a knot, of course.)
Playing Instruments: Weak
Pottery: Above Average (Still learning)
+ Loves hearing stories
+ Animals of all kinds - except bats (See below)
+ Storms including Thunder/Lightning
- Pain or seeing others in pain, including in hunts.
- Doesn't like telling stories - not very good at it.
- People making excuses.
= Bats - For some reason these flying mice scare her. She won't go into the canyon when it gets too close to sunset since that's when the bats come out.
Mother: Saleen (Deceased)
Siblings: Wisp (Sister)
Aunt/Uncle: Sikeen (Uncle)
Lifemate: None yet
Lovemate: None yet
Furmate: None yet
Cubs: None yet
Mentor: TBD (Discussing)
Student: None yet
Freesharer: (yes or no; open, selective, jealous, etc.) Yes. Her future mate(s) may join with others, but she is a bit more selective, though open to either gender.
Whitefox was born on a stormy night. Thunder cracked all around and lightning lit up the camp like midday. The howling wind made it hard to hear, but that only seemed to calm the newborn. Born with a full head of stark white hair, her mother had commented she looked like a little white fox curled up in her arms. The name stuck. She had been born small, with a petite frame. Some wondered if she had even been born early, given her small size.
As soon as Whitefox could crawl, she began to show her clumsy side. She also, on more than one occasion, left food next to where she was sitting to wander off and do something else between bites. She would then forget where she left her food and by the time anyone remembered where she'd been sitting, the food was gone and a happy member of the pack wouldn't be far away. These traits didn't exactly fade with age, either.
As she aged and grew, her frame remained small hinting that she would never be very tall or built. Not that it mattered. Aside from constantly tripping over her own feet, everything seemed to be fine. When she bonded only a few months ago, she had tripped on her approach, falling and spilling the meaty treats she'd brought all over the ground. When she went to push herself up, that's when she found Nighthowl and the two bonded.
She insists that he stay with her as often as possible, since she wasn't fond of the idea of venturing to the caves where the pack stayed. Of course she didn't limit the pup from staying with the others. She understood the need for a strong bond in the pack as well.
Age: Few months
Canyon Home description: (optional)
Canyon Home Picture: (optional, please no large formats)
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Any other information: (right or left handed, allergies, etc.) Left-Handed.