Post by kandykat on Jun 18, 2008 17:16:38 GMT -5
Name: Roksana
Age: 17
Rank: Wher candidate
Gender: female
Sexuality: Heterosexual...Or Bisexual. I haven't settled yet.
Appearance: Roksana is a tall girl...really tall. She stands at 5'11, and she has a slender build and long legs, often earning her the name of a beanpole. At the same time, however, her features are very womanly, if proportionate to her natural thinness. She has straight, smooth black hair that falls to her mid back. Her eyes are a piercing, silvery gray. She has very pale skin, in contrast to her dark hair, and she sunburns easily. Roksana has very angular features, including defined cheekbones and a hawklike nose.
Personality: Roksana is a cold young woman. She is very serious, and she looks down on others her age because she sees them as immature. She is a solitary person and generally prefers her own company over that of others. If she does make a friend, she is fiercely loyal, but her trust doesn't come easily. It is clear to most people that she gets along better with animals than people. She loves to spend time with canines, runnerbeasts, dragons, firelizards, whers, or any other human-friendly creature.
History: Roksana believes she is the daughter of renegades. She has pieced this together through a few scraps of information she has about her very early childhood. However, her real parentage never affected her much at all. As an infant, she was dropped off at the door of an isolated beasthold and taken in by the old cotholders there. They were glad to have a child, and didn't question the odd appearance of the baby.
Roksana's aloof nature is probably due to the fact that she didn't have any other children around when she was growing up. She was well cared for, but never spoiled, because there was too much work in a beasthold to allow for that. She grew up quickly and was always a serious child. She was sometimes lonely, but knew better than to complain. The beasthold was beginning to fall into disrepair when her foster parents died, and she wasn't sure if she wanted to maintain it herself. She sold the remaining beasts, and decided to travel to the larger Hold. There, she was Searched for the wher clutch.
-If a Candidate:
Color Preferences: Any
Colors NOT wanted: None
Password: needlethorn
Age: 17
Rank: Wher candidate
Gender: female
Sexuality: Heterosexual...Or Bisexual. I haven't settled yet.
Appearance: Roksana is a tall girl...really tall. She stands at 5'11, and she has a slender build and long legs, often earning her the name of a beanpole. At the same time, however, her features are very womanly, if proportionate to her natural thinness. She has straight, smooth black hair that falls to her mid back. Her eyes are a piercing, silvery gray. She has very pale skin, in contrast to her dark hair, and she sunburns easily. Roksana has very angular features, including defined cheekbones and a hawklike nose.
Personality: Roksana is a cold young woman. She is very serious, and she looks down on others her age because she sees them as immature. She is a solitary person and generally prefers her own company over that of others. If she does make a friend, she is fiercely loyal, but her trust doesn't come easily. It is clear to most people that she gets along better with animals than people. She loves to spend time with canines, runnerbeasts, dragons, firelizards, whers, or any other human-friendly creature.
History: Roksana believes she is the daughter of renegades. She has pieced this together through a few scraps of information she has about her very early childhood. However, her real parentage never affected her much at all. As an infant, she was dropped off at the door of an isolated beasthold and taken in by the old cotholders there. They were glad to have a child, and didn't question the odd appearance of the baby.
Roksana's aloof nature is probably due to the fact that she didn't have any other children around when she was growing up. She was well cared for, but never spoiled, because there was too much work in a beasthold to allow for that. She grew up quickly and was always a serious child. She was sometimes lonely, but knew better than to complain. The beasthold was beginning to fall into disrepair when her foster parents died, and she wasn't sure if she wanted to maintain it herself. She sold the remaining beasts, and decided to travel to the larger Hold. There, she was Searched for the wher clutch.
-If a Candidate:
Color Preferences: Any
Colors NOT wanted: None
Password: needlethorn
