Player Name:  Linn Email Address:  jadedvalentine@yahoo.no
Character Information
Character Name:  Seedling Gender:  Female
Soulname:  Lirr Known by:  Herself, Thowra, Ashe
Height:  3'5" Build:  Athletic, lithe, lightly muscled, feminine curves
Age:  31
Complexion:  A light, healthy tan
Hair color:  Dark brown with golden highlights and black stripes
Length & Style:  Thick and soft with slight curls. Reaches about mid back. Shorter, ruffled bangs falls into her eyes, a longer lock on each side of her face in front of her ears. She wears a typical Ravenbrook chief?s lock, in other words, a braid on the left side of her face.
Eye color:  Violet-purple
Facial features:  A slim, oval face with full, smiling lips. Large, slanted eyes framed by lush dark lashes, and dark brows. She has a very easy face to read, whether she is determined or mischievous.
Scars & Tattoos:  A few hints of scars on her arms
Tribal Position:  Chieftess, tracker
Jewelry:  A gold loop in each ear
Favored colors:  Brown, tan, crimson and black
Descriptions
Warm times:  A black, tight-fitting leather top that is stitched with tan leather in the front, and reaches mid rib, as well as a pair of tight-fitting, crimson pants that flare from the knees down. Sandals. If the weather's warm enough, she will only wear a matching doe-skin tank top and shorts.
Cool/Cold times:  A cream colored long-sleeved thick tunic that reaches her thighs, plus a pair of olive green pants tucked into brown bear-fur boots. Black gloves. She may wear the Raven-cloak (a tan, stitched-together cloak with a large Raven-ornament on the back, made from patches of cloth from each tribe member) sewn to her by Ashe, a gift when she became the Chief, and an adored one at that.
Heritage:  Wolfrider Tribe of Origin:  Ravenbrook
Fears:  Disturbingly little. She has a fear of thunder and lightning, although she knows it's irrational
Dislikes:  Humans, trolls, her anger flaring, idiocy, laziness, being helpless, anyone that doesn't follow pack-law
Likes:  Being respected, bantering with the more stubborn elves, cubs, spending quiet-time with her loved ones, harmony within the tribe, flying, rain and ravens
Dreams:  Of her mother returning to the holt for good. Being able to spend the rest of her life just the way it is right now; she's very content.
Personality:  After her mother's disappearance, Seedling has grown very close to her father and brother, and adopted a very tomboy-esque, independent attitude. Where her mother would have dealt with a problem with dignified patience, Seedling sometimes takes after her father's impatient, wolfish manners. This doesn't mean she's brutal. She just doesn't like to beat around the bush for too long. Beat the damn bush. Teach it a lesson. Living a life were few things were denied her, still she doesn't think she's any better than the other elves. Because Weepingshale left and returned to the tribe so often during Seedling's cubhood, the young chief has developed a slight problem when it comes to letting elves in, but obediently follows her heart in matters in which it chooses to express an opinion, which she knows doesn't happens too often.
Magics:  Magic Feeling, Raven Bonding - never used, Sending, Wolf Bonding
Special Magics:  None
Weapons:  A long sword with a black and silver hilt in the shape of a bird, and bow and arrows with black feathered fletching
Non-Magical Skills:  Tracking, stealth, agility, leadership, basic combat techniques with and without weapon, quick-thinking and has vast knowledge of the woods, knows the place by heart.
Family
Father:  Bloodhowler (NPC) Mother:  Weepingshale (Wandering Chieftess)
Brothers:  Lake (NPC) (½) Sisters:  None
Soul Siblings:  Ashe Lovemates:  Foxglove
Lifemates:  None Recognized:  None
Cubs:  None
Other Family:  Near-Brother: Thowra, Thinks of Harbringer, Lastfall and Roughcall as family
Character History:        Being trained in the Chief's way by Harbinger and Roughcall after her mother's disappearance when she was nine, Seedling has lived in relative peace with her brother and father, but often missing her mother. The time spent with the tribe has done her well, however, making her more sensible to their needs and her own responsibilities.

      Now, in her 31st turn, Seedling has developed a close bond with her soul and near siblings who have been there for her since childhood, as well as her lovemate, Foxglove, whom she adores and protects fiercely. After her mother left Seedling has matured into a dignified young lady, perceptive and imaginative, and meeting the world with open, curious eyes.
Bond Animal
Name:  Coppertoe Sex:  Male
Species:  Wolf Age:  23
Appearance:  An average sized, copper brown wolf, with white markings on his muzzle and around his eyes. Well-conditioned, his paws are still a little big, but it gives him an advantage on snow, as he can run much faster than the others.
Personality:  Bright-eyed and clever, this wolf is very mischievious and intelligent, although he goofs so much you'd think he had no brain at all. He has challenged the alpha more than once, and has a medium-to-high rank. Seedling has numerous times thought about re-naming him Clumsy, or at least joked about it.
Pet
Name:  Dust Sex:  Female
Species:  Ravvit Age:  1 turn, three moons
Appearance:  A small fuzzy ball, a patchwork of grey, white and light brown, with long ears and black eyes.
Personality:  Shy and adorable, it likes body warmth and to be cuddled. Lives safely in Seedling's den for the most part, as Coppertoe has gotten strict orders not to let any harm come to it. Adores sleeping in Foxglove arms, but is deeply afraid of the bonds.
Pet
Name:  Pilgrim Sex:  Male
Species:  Peregrine falcon Age:  3 moons
Appearance:  Sleek, gorgeous and steady like a rock, both in flight and when sitting still. As male peregrines go, he has a white breast, and a usual, brown feathered head and back.
Personality:  He was a gift from Ashe. A rather strong male who will fight with other birds, but has shown great tolerance for elven children. To everyone's surprise, it seems that he has really taken to the elves of the tribe, trying to preen their hair or doing other things to win their good grace. Nothing scares the brave little bird. Acting like the perfect guardian, he is always alert, and when wanting attention, makes little squeaky whistling noises.


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