| Player Name: |
Meg |
Email Address: |
memattern2@hotmail.com |
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| Character Information |
| Character Name: |
Darkbow |
Gender: |
Male |
| Soulname: |
Selan |
Known by: |
Himself and Stormraven |
| Height: |
4'7" |
Build: |
Muscular but not overly so |
| Age: |
224 |
 |
| Complexion: |
Nice dark tan |
| Hair color: |
Black with what appear to be blue highlights |
| Length & Style: |
Falls to the middle of his shoulderblades with a braid on one side |
| Eye color: |
Dark yellow |
| Facial features: |
A square-ish chin, nicely defined cheekbones, and thin lips |
| Scars & Tattoos: |
None |
| Tribal Position: |
Weapons maker |
| Jewelry: |
A small silver trinket of his mother's tied into his hair |
| Favored colors: |
Blacks and dark blues |
| Descriptions |
| Warm times: |
Blue and black vest with black pants |
| Cool/Cold times: |
Trades the vest for a shirt and wears a warm cloak |
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| Heritage: |
½ Wolfrider - ½ Sunfolk |
Tribe of Origin: |
Another Holt |
| Fears: |
Recognition |
| Dislikes: |
The deep attachment that Recognition brings |
| Likes: |
Being friendly with everyone in the holt and making his weapons |
| Dreams: |
Of never Recognizing |
| Personality: |
Very friendly and caring, loves to make people laugh |
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| Magics: |
Sending |
|
Special Magics: None |
| Weapons: |
Can use any weapon he makes but he can't use the bow |
| Non-Magical Skills: |
Weapons-making though he swears that he can shape metal because weapons making comes so
easily (he cannot shape metal but don't tell him that!) |
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| Family |
| Father: |
Deceased |
Mother: |
Deceased |
| Brothers: |
None |
Sisters: |
None |
| Soul Siblings: |
None |
Lovemates: |
None |
| Lifemates: |
None |
Recognized: |
None |
| Cubs: |
None |
| Other Family: |
Stormraven (Close Friend) |
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| Character History: |
The tribe does not know much about Darkbow as he joined the
holt when he was about 30. He came to the tribe in a half mad state and was nursed back to health. Once he
was better he proved to be a good weapons maker and overall elf. Though his circle of friends is small he
tried to be friendly to everyone in the holt. He made himself fit in.
When two elves Recognized in the holt Darkbow reverted to his half-mad
state and disappeared. He turned up a few days later, calmer. It is speculated among the holt members that
something went wrong in his parents Recognition that made him abandon his last home and come the Ravenbrook.
After this incident Darkbow dealt with other Recognitions slightly better. He made himself useful by
befriending Stormraven whose father had recently died and sister had run away. They became fast and good
friends. He keeps her happy and she keeps him sane. |
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