Post by dragon on Aug 3, 2008 21:28:24 GMT -5
Humans:
Name:Crevenaire (nick Crevy)
Age: 20
Gender:female
Sexual Orientation: hetero
Rank: Wherhandler
Physical Appearance: Crevy is a thin-boned young woman, standing at 5’ 5” tall. Her fingers are long and flexible, allowing her to do interesting things with crafts. Her arms are small, not bearing a whole lot of bulk at all. But what muscle she has is quite tough. She has a small chest – but she does have one. Due to her small frame, it looks bigger than it is. Her hips are smooth and do not flare hardly at all. Her legs are long and shapely, and she loves to wear shorter skirts with other skirts underneath to try and make her hips look a little bigger. On the inside of her left forearm she has a long straight scar from an argument with fencing wire.
Her face is round with smiling cheeks, framed by short, brown hair. She keeps the whole thing trimmed to a length of about 3 inches, and it gives her a somewhat raggedy look, as all the ends curl outwards. Her eyes are large and round, a shining almond color. Her lips are full, and she loves to pucker them up. Her mouth is wide, making for a big smile.
Personality:Crevy is very excitable when she’s around other humans, as she gets so little opportunity to see any, of late. Once she has time to calm down a little, she really can hold a decent conversation of some intelligence.
She really likes things that are colorful and pretty, liking a lot of color and spice in the things around her. She really hates things being drab, and as a result will tend to dress up a lot, just for the heck of it. That, and because she’s really hoping to catch a man’s eye somewhere along the way. When she has enough marks saved up to spend on something unnecessary, it's almost invariably a pretty, colorful bauble that she can wear… a necklace or bracelet or something along those lines.
She has altogether too much time to sit and think while out in the fields at night, watching the herds with her Wher, and as a result she can come up with some rather strange thoughts… and if she can remember them at all, she is most liable to share them with whoever she meets next.
History: Born to a weaver and a miner in Selenitas Hold, Crevy was born the second of three children. She grew up in her sister's shadow, always trying to do something to earn her some more positive attention from her parents. As a young child she delighted in learning to do things like dancing, singing, and playing small string instruments. She delighted in the exciting.
At the age of 12 she was fostered out to her mother's cousin, who proceeded to try to teach her the crafts of crochet, knitting, and sewing clothing. While she was good at it, she really did not care for it. It just was not her thing.
When she turned 16 her mother's cousin passed her on again, in frustration with the girl. This time she was sent to her mother's cousin's cousin, who happened to keep livestock near Selenitas Hold. There, she spent most of her time working hard out of doors, building and fixing fences, herding stock around, and sometimes assisting in their round up, marking, and on rarer occasions, slaughter.
This was not at all pleasing to Crevy, and it made her wish fervently that she had tried harder with her textile skills … even if it hadn't been all that interesting.
During her first summer with the herds, she heard that the Hold was having a Wher hatching soon. She had always found the beasts rather interesting, and decided to try for standing at the hatching. To her surprise, she was allowed to stand. And on that fateful day, she earned a close friend in Crevesk, a newly hatched Green Wher.
At first, she was free from the animals and their pens, tending to all the duties of raising Crevesk to a healthy adult Wher. But once Crevesk was grown, she found they were sent back out to the fields once again, back to the stock, where she and Crevesk stand night guard over the sleeping animals out in the fields.
It is a nice enough job to do … barring the times when it's utterly frightening from listening to the calls of predators and the crunching sounds as Crevesk rends them in two. Most of the time the nights are peaceful and cool, and there really isn't a whole lot she has to do. Just … stay awake, star gaze, and talk endlessly to Crevesk, who is very patient in listening to her endless rambling.
Every great now and again the herd will wander up closer to the Hold. Crevy looks forward to these instances, often looking forward to possibly meeting some other people, or maybe even another Wher pair.
Dragons/Whers/Fire Lizards:
Name:Crevesk
Color:green
Age:4
Physical Appearance: Stocky and strong, Crevesk is bulky and muscular all over. She is a deep forest green that is rather hard to see at night, and she often uses that to allow her to sneak around unnoticed when she suspected that something is creeping up on her charges.
On the end of her snout and around her eyes she has some slight scarring from wild predators lashing back at her once she has bitten down own them. Some of the wounds were fairly deep, and never healed quite right.
Personality: To Crevy and her charges, Crevesk is loving, caring, and protective. Often times she will be stretched out on the ground smack in the middle of the herd she is guarding, a few of the animals actually using her side as a pillow.
She can get rather nasty, however, when slights or danger are perceived, easily sliding into the 'rabid dragon' persona. All by herself she is quite capable of taking down a pair of feral felines or a pack of wild canines. Most of the times she only ever has to growl menacingly at hungry wherries however, to make them change their mind about stealing a young animal. To strange and wild animals she is a VERY aggressive Wher.
Name:Crevenaire (nick Crevy)
Age: 20
Gender:female
Sexual Orientation: hetero
Rank: Wherhandler
Physical Appearance: Crevy is a thin-boned young woman, standing at 5’ 5” tall. Her fingers are long and flexible, allowing her to do interesting things with crafts. Her arms are small, not bearing a whole lot of bulk at all. But what muscle she has is quite tough. She has a small chest – but she does have one. Due to her small frame, it looks bigger than it is. Her hips are smooth and do not flare hardly at all. Her legs are long and shapely, and she loves to wear shorter skirts with other skirts underneath to try and make her hips look a little bigger. On the inside of her left forearm she has a long straight scar from an argument with fencing wire.
Her face is round with smiling cheeks, framed by short, brown hair. She keeps the whole thing trimmed to a length of about 3 inches, and it gives her a somewhat raggedy look, as all the ends curl outwards. Her eyes are large and round, a shining almond color. Her lips are full, and she loves to pucker them up. Her mouth is wide, making for a big smile.
Personality:Crevy is very excitable when she’s around other humans, as she gets so little opportunity to see any, of late. Once she has time to calm down a little, she really can hold a decent conversation of some intelligence.
She really likes things that are colorful and pretty, liking a lot of color and spice in the things around her. She really hates things being drab, and as a result will tend to dress up a lot, just for the heck of it. That, and because she’s really hoping to catch a man’s eye somewhere along the way. When she has enough marks saved up to spend on something unnecessary, it's almost invariably a pretty, colorful bauble that she can wear… a necklace or bracelet or something along those lines.
She has altogether too much time to sit and think while out in the fields at night, watching the herds with her Wher, and as a result she can come up with some rather strange thoughts… and if she can remember them at all, she is most liable to share them with whoever she meets next.
History: Born to a weaver and a miner in Selenitas Hold, Crevy was born the second of three children. She grew up in her sister's shadow, always trying to do something to earn her some more positive attention from her parents. As a young child she delighted in learning to do things like dancing, singing, and playing small string instruments. She delighted in the exciting.
At the age of 12 she was fostered out to her mother's cousin, who proceeded to try to teach her the crafts of crochet, knitting, and sewing clothing. While she was good at it, she really did not care for it. It just was not her thing.
When she turned 16 her mother's cousin passed her on again, in frustration with the girl. This time she was sent to her mother's cousin's cousin, who happened to keep livestock near Selenitas Hold. There, she spent most of her time working hard out of doors, building and fixing fences, herding stock around, and sometimes assisting in their round up, marking, and on rarer occasions, slaughter.
This was not at all pleasing to Crevy, and it made her wish fervently that she had tried harder with her textile skills … even if it hadn't been all that interesting.
During her first summer with the herds, she heard that the Hold was having a Wher hatching soon. She had always found the beasts rather interesting, and decided to try for standing at the hatching. To her surprise, she was allowed to stand. And on that fateful day, she earned a close friend in Crevesk, a newly hatched Green Wher.
At first, she was free from the animals and their pens, tending to all the duties of raising Crevesk to a healthy adult Wher. But once Crevesk was grown, she found they were sent back out to the fields once again, back to the stock, where she and Crevesk stand night guard over the sleeping animals out in the fields.
It is a nice enough job to do … barring the times when it's utterly frightening from listening to the calls of predators and the crunching sounds as Crevesk rends them in two. Most of the time the nights are peaceful and cool, and there really isn't a whole lot she has to do. Just … stay awake, star gaze, and talk endlessly to Crevesk, who is very patient in listening to her endless rambling.
Every great now and again the herd will wander up closer to the Hold. Crevy looks forward to these instances, often looking forward to possibly meeting some other people, or maybe even another Wher pair.
Dragons/Whers/Fire Lizards:
Name:Crevesk
Color:green
Age:4
Physical Appearance: Stocky and strong, Crevesk is bulky and muscular all over. She is a deep forest green that is rather hard to see at night, and she often uses that to allow her to sneak around unnoticed when she suspected that something is creeping up on her charges.
On the end of her snout and around her eyes she has some slight scarring from wild predators lashing back at her once she has bitten down own them. Some of the wounds were fairly deep, and never healed quite right.
Personality: To Crevy and her charges, Crevesk is loving, caring, and protective. Often times she will be stretched out on the ground smack in the middle of the herd she is guarding, a few of the animals actually using her side as a pillow.
She can get rather nasty, however, when slights or danger are perceived, easily sliding into the 'rabid dragon' persona. All by herself she is quite capable of taking down a pair of feral felines or a pack of wild canines. Most of the times she only ever has to growl menacingly at hungry wherries however, to make them change their mind about stealing a young animal. To strange and wild animals she is a VERY aggressive Wher.
