Post by arzosha on Apr 24, 2024 12:12:04 GMT -5
Name: Rasha
Alias: Blue-Eyes
Race: Wood Elf
Initial Alignment:TN
Height:5' 4"
Weight/Build: Slim just enough padding to not have sharp edges
Age: 150
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Dark Green
Deity: Silvanus
Base Class & Proposed Development: Druid --> Pure Druid or Druid/Shifter
Notable/Distinguishing Features: Green Hair, claw shaped nails, pointier incisors look like fangs. wears a Dog Collar. As Animal Forms, Eyes Blue and the Collar never changes
Languages: Elf, Sylvan, Druidic, Animal, Mulhorandi
Appearance: Strange runes that are comparable to druid marks and some other magical writing, marked skin from the neck down to each wrist and from the sides to ankles, two of these marks looked different from the rest, one next to the heart, and one on a shoulder right at the start of the markings(shoulder one is Green Inked Oak Leaf.)
The sun bronzed skin was mostly covered in white scars, some almost faded completely away others more fresh both long racking claw looking ones and pinprick tooth or tearing ones. On the left shoulder was faded marks of a mouthful of teeth marks as if she had been grabbed there by some creature, a slight ripping in the scaring showed she must of also been tossed by what ever it had been.
There was a otherness feel to her, showing in the blue eyes holding a wild feralness barely held in check by civilized knowledge as well as fanged eyeteeth and peach fuzz softness to skin.
A simple but elegant supple red collar with fine silver etching. At its fore hangs a intricate silver pendent depicting two rearing dragons, one red the other green,locked in combat. Along its width the elegant words reads. "Blue Eyes."
Personality Profile: Shy in big groups usually, hyper, easily distracted at times, Feral, Animal like, Loyal to those she chooses as Pack, Helpful, Thinks more as a Animal then a civilized 'human', submissive to the strong she respects, dominate when needed, cruel as well as motherly.
(ever evolving) Background: Her past she did not truly know it memory's started as a pup in a wolf den growing up slowly to watch the generations change before moving on as paws got itching to explore. her form changing to fit her location or local wild life. A wolf, a panther, reptile, or bird, as she went north, south, east and west across the land. Yet her favorites tended to be Wolf blooded or Cat blooded. after a untold number of seasons or years past, avoiding the complications of the Seasons, as well as protecting her pack or such from interlopers led to a body that was bound in scars showing her fighting prowess.
Her luck would run out one day as she ran into a corrupted bit of land after a deer when hunting, the wrongness 'burned' her paws and made her skin crawl forcing the magic binding her to break temporarily. A nearby Druid Grove found a naked young elf in that place and took her in. while there she learned to speak Common and Elf, learned to harness the power of shapes and magic of a Druid, as well as some common things to be civilized two leg person. The One thing the Circle never spoke or taught her was about the markings on her body. making her not very happy and weary of circles.
After a few years under them deciding she had learned enough, she left to continue her exploring life now in control of her shifting and everything. After a long while would end up in a human city at one point where she saved and begged for food from a old human women. This women took her in ignoring the fact she didn't look like a dog at all!! gave her a rather embarrassing name and the collar she would always wear. For a roof over her head and food Blue watched over that women's home keeping it completely safe till the day the women died. With nothing binding her she once again traveled at one point, she settled into a pack of dire wolves helping to raise the pups. After three generation of pack leaders passed, she was gone with a young pack brother named 'Fang', Blue and him returned to find the entire pack including that seasons pups killed. enraged they both knew where to hunt. a small Village nearby mostly of hunters, but her pack had never attacked or even taken a single prey from them. something had happened to make her pack fall into suspicion and get killed off. The village didn't survive from adults to the few children and babies none had been spared.
The feral beast learned what two leg flesh tasted like...it tasted horrible by the way....
(Her Mother was a Wood Elf Druid who left her circle and when she came back she was heavy with a child unwilling to speak of who the father was, except to say a warning about the father seeking to reclaim the child and kill her. The Ritual to save the child was researched up to the very date of her birth, seconds after the ritual that bound her soul with true name magic and Silvanus she was forced Poly-morphed into a baby wolf and left to a close by pack by her mother who would be killed on her way back lieing to the Father that the child was dead. The rest of the Circle would be exterminated, leaving nothing of this reclusive small circle deep in a woods. The marks on her body being that ritual with one rune being special it sits right on the spot by her heart.)
Goals:All very simple things, Happiness, To never loose what she has made her Pack, her Alpha and Mate.
Enemies: Her Unknown Father at moment
Possible Plot-Hook Ideas and Misc Facts: She is Feral by nature and actions, thinks herself more a Beast but tries to behave herself and act 'civilized' because that is what is expected so she suppresses her Wild nature and Instincts to act like a wild animal.. unless pushed or alone. As different animal forms has different likes. Badger a parchment for shoe leather.
Alias: Blue-Eyes
Race: Wood Elf
Initial Alignment:TN
Height:5' 4"
Weight/Build: Slim just enough padding to not have sharp edges
Age: 150
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Dark Green
Deity: Silvanus
Base Class & Proposed Development: Druid --> Pure Druid or Druid/Shifter
Notable/Distinguishing Features: Green Hair, claw shaped nails, pointier incisors look like fangs. wears a Dog Collar. As Animal Forms, Eyes Blue and the Collar never changes
Languages: Elf, Sylvan, Druidic, Animal, Mulhorandi
Appearance: Strange runes that are comparable to druid marks and some other magical writing, marked skin from the neck down to each wrist and from the sides to ankles, two of these marks looked different from the rest, one next to the heart, and one on a shoulder right at the start of the markings(shoulder one is Green Inked Oak Leaf.)
The sun bronzed skin was mostly covered in white scars, some almost faded completely away others more fresh both long racking claw looking ones and pinprick tooth or tearing ones. On the left shoulder was faded marks of a mouthful of teeth marks as if she had been grabbed there by some creature, a slight ripping in the scaring showed she must of also been tossed by what ever it had been.
There was a otherness feel to her, showing in the blue eyes holding a wild feralness barely held in check by civilized knowledge as well as fanged eyeteeth and peach fuzz softness to skin.
A simple but elegant supple red collar with fine silver etching. At its fore hangs a intricate silver pendent depicting two rearing dragons, one red the other green,locked in combat. Along its width the elegant words reads. "Blue Eyes."
Personality Profile: Shy in big groups usually, hyper, easily distracted at times, Feral, Animal like, Loyal to those she chooses as Pack, Helpful, Thinks more as a Animal then a civilized 'human', submissive to the strong she respects, dominate when needed, cruel as well as motherly.
(ever evolving) Background: Her past she did not truly know it memory's started as a pup in a wolf den growing up slowly to watch the generations change before moving on as paws got itching to explore. her form changing to fit her location or local wild life. A wolf, a panther, reptile, or bird, as she went north, south, east and west across the land. Yet her favorites tended to be Wolf blooded or Cat blooded. after a untold number of seasons or years past, avoiding the complications of the Seasons, as well as protecting her pack or such from interlopers led to a body that was bound in scars showing her fighting prowess.
Her luck would run out one day as she ran into a corrupted bit of land after a deer when hunting, the wrongness 'burned' her paws and made her skin crawl forcing the magic binding her to break temporarily. A nearby Druid Grove found a naked young elf in that place and took her in. while there she learned to speak Common and Elf, learned to harness the power of shapes and magic of a Druid, as well as some common things to be civilized two leg person. The One thing the Circle never spoke or taught her was about the markings on her body. making her not very happy and weary of circles.
After a few years under them deciding she had learned enough, she left to continue her exploring life now in control of her shifting and everything. After a long while would end up in a human city at one point where she saved and begged for food from a old human women. This women took her in ignoring the fact she didn't look like a dog at all!! gave her a rather embarrassing name and the collar she would always wear. For a roof over her head and food Blue watched over that women's home keeping it completely safe till the day the women died. With nothing binding her she once again traveled at one point, she settled into a pack of dire wolves helping to raise the pups. After three generation of pack leaders passed, she was gone with a young pack brother named 'Fang', Blue and him returned to find the entire pack including that seasons pups killed. enraged they both knew where to hunt. a small Village nearby mostly of hunters, but her pack had never attacked or even taken a single prey from them. something had happened to make her pack fall into suspicion and get killed off. The village didn't survive from adults to the few children and babies none had been spared.
The feral beast learned what two leg flesh tasted like...it tasted horrible by the way....
(Her Mother was a Wood Elf Druid who left her circle and when she came back she was heavy with a child unwilling to speak of who the father was, except to say a warning about the father seeking to reclaim the child and kill her. The Ritual to save the child was researched up to the very date of her birth, seconds after the ritual that bound her soul with true name magic and Silvanus she was forced Poly-morphed into a baby wolf and left to a close by pack by her mother who would be killed on her way back lieing to the Father that the child was dead. The rest of the Circle would be exterminated, leaving nothing of this reclusive small circle deep in a woods. The marks on her body being that ritual with one rune being special it sits right on the spot by her heart.)
Goals:All very simple things, Happiness, To never loose what she has made her Pack, her Alpha and Mate.
Enemies: Her Unknown Father at moment
Possible Plot-Hook Ideas and Misc Facts: She is Feral by nature and actions, thinks herself more a Beast but tries to behave herself and act 'civilized' because that is what is expected so she suppresses her Wild nature and Instincts to act like a wild animal.. unless pushed or alone. As different animal forms has different likes. Badger a parchment for shoe leather.