| Player Name: |
Yve |
Email Address: |
yvil_monster@hotmail.com |
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| Character Information |
| Character Name: |
Nighthawk |
Gender: |
Female |
| Soulname: |
Orel |
Known by: |
Herself |
| Height: |
3'10" |
Build: |
Lean, lithe. Some attractive curves but she's very elegant |
| Age: |
107 |
 |
| Complexion: |
Soft, creamy |
| Hair color: |
Rich chestnut |
| Length & Style: |
Long to about mid calves, thick and silky, tied about half length, part of it is pulled away from her face and held back with a leather
and feather decorations |
| Eye color: |
Gold, lowlighted with a soft brown and flecked with amber and brown |
| Facial features: |
Oval and slightly gaunt, high cheekbones, large exquisite eyes, small shapely nose and full sulky lips |
| Scars & Tattoos: |
A hawk with its wings spread across her shoulders |
| Tribal Position: |
Huntress, Gatherer |
| Jewelry: |
Bright metal dangling feather earring in her lobe, small hoops all the way up her ears getting smaller as they go. |
| Favored colors: |
Night colours, dark storm grey, a dark shade of moss green, chestnut and crimson |
| Descriptions |
| Warm times: |
Hip high boots, over top of a pair of tight pants, with a halter-top dress and shoulder high gloves. |
| Cool/Cold times: |
Same with a fur lined cloak |
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| Heritage: |
½ Glider - ½ Wolfrider |
Tribe of Origin: |
Ravenbrook |
| Fears: |
Moths, death |
| Dislikes: |
Insects, excess amounts of rain |
| Likes: |
Clear nights, making new decorations for her belongings |
| Dreams: |
Having a close intimate friend |
| Personality: |
he is known for being stoic on occasion, but in general she is a good natured soul. Easy going she spends most of her time sitting
listening to Littlecat play his music while making small trinkets and den hangings, using dyed leathers traded from Harbinger. She likes the
calm of gathering with Sunsleaf and Foxglove, equally as much as she loves hunting. Kind and generous she's friendly with every one. |
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| Magics: |
Sending, Wolf-Bonding |
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Special Magics: Levitation |
| Weapons: |
Two large dirks, and a long bow |
| Non-Magical Skills: |
Dancing, making trinkets and jewelry out of wooden and clay beads, feathers and shells, and any small gems she finds when
out of the holt proper. Gathering, long walks, swimming the general holt activities. |
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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: |
Aunt (Missing, presumed deceased) |
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| Character History: |
Nighthawk was raised by the holt. Her parents died shortly after she was two turns old. Her
mother has been killed by a bad bite, the healers unable to help her and her father shortly after, refusing to eat or drink after his soul-mate
had died. He wandered off in a state of madness and died of exposure. She spent most of her formative years with Shy-eyes, her mothers much
younger sister, and she saw her young aunt more as a sister then anything. Nighthawk or no-one else knows what happened to her. She had gone
out gathering and never returned, only her woven basket and a necklace Nighthawk has made her was found by the edge of the holt boundaries. |
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| Bond Animal |
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| Name: |
Curlgrin |
Sex: |
Female |
| Species: |
Wolf |
Age: |
4 |
| Appearance: |
Black shoulders and back, streaking down to her tail where it fades out over her legs and sides. Her tail is a light smokey grey
as is her underbelly. A smudge down her nose and under her eyes giving her this grin up her chops. |
| Personality: |
She's the is rather stoic, although she gets excited easily. |
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| Pet |
| Name: |
Threesong |
Sex: |
Male |
| Species: |
Red tail hawk |
Age: |
3 |
| Appearance: |
Tawny brown underbelly with darker speckles white socks. Dark chestnut back and shoulders, with tawny strecked wings, a crimson band
across his tail. The very tips of his wing tips are crimson. |
| Personality: |
Impish, he spends most of his time strutting across Nighthawks, shoulders arms and legs or making dramatic entrances and exists.
He's mouthy to, screaming or making on of two sounds he loves, a low shriek or a soft chirp like chortle. |
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