Post by craven on Jun 14, 2011 0:17:15 GMT -5
Name: Craven
Age: About 22/23-ish
Race: Human
Occupation: Wanderer
Allegiance: None.
Physical Description: Black hair that reaches to the waist before being tied up into a low ponytail. It's uncared for in any other way. She has a thin body, breasts smaller than average but slightly taller than most people. Dressed in poor clothes that don't match each other, they've taken on the dirt from their owner; now you cannot tell what they were supposed to be, or what they looked like before. No shoes as of yet, so her feet look tough and unyielding. She carries a large brown backpack as she carries a bow with both her hands. However, there are no arrows to go with it.
Personality: Stubborn as an Ox, Craven doesn't like being proven wrong. She'll whine and argue no matter how wrong she is. When she knows she's beaten, rather than fighting her way out, she'll quickly agree and change the subject. This works for physical fights as well, though not always to the best of her ability. That's why she has a bow with no arrows, it's all a bluff.
She enjoys spending the little money that she earns on trivial things. Jewelry, clothes, accessories, the like. She's wanted to marry a man with enough money to keep up with her spending, but has had no luck. Because of her spending, she has yet to get enough money to buy a horse. Or shoes, thus, she goes barefoot.
Craven is an optimist. She doesn't like seeing the bad in people, partly because it would ruin her childhood dream and she's too stubborn to let it go, but also because she doesn't want to know. She's much happier letting people do whatever they want and not bothering herself about the why and how.
History: Born into a poor family on the edge of the Hadarac, Craven always felt bored and lonely. As the eldest child, she was expected to help with the chores of a lackluster farm whose crops failed half the time in a good year. She ran away from home when she turned 16 and has been wandering ever since.
She met a man in Aroughs soon after she left and the two hit it off. Later however, when it turned out he had gotten her pregnant, he left her and ran away with another woman. Turns out, it was just a false alarm.
She left for Carvala, now 17 and alone. She doesn't know what she'll do. She's barely able to fight, heal others, and knows no one. She can however, cook and it's how she pays her way at most places.
Roleplaying Sample: She didn't know what she thought she would expect. Sure, she was in the middle of the Spine and sure, it was night time, but that didn't mean it would be automatically bad! So Craven had strolled in, taking her time to enjoy the scenery, pick some berries and fruit, never caring that it was near sundown or that she had never bothered to keep track of her trail.
She didn't however, which now led her to this situation. Surrounded by wolves and nobody within a 5 mile radius to help her. It was at times like these, that she wished she could fight.
Ignoring this fact, Craven gave a couple yells, hoping to do two things. 1. Hope beyond hope that somebody had heard and rushing to help her, and 2, hoping that the wolves would be scared of her yelling and think her too much trouble to hunt down and kill. The wolves are uncertain now, slowly stopping their gradual crawl towards her.
"Hah! Take that you wolves! You'll learn not to mess with me!" She called out, flailing her arms in the air and kicking dirt towards the pack. With what looked like a roll of their eyes, the wolves left.
Age: About 22/23-ish
Race: Human
Occupation: Wanderer
Allegiance: None.
Physical Description: Black hair that reaches to the waist before being tied up into a low ponytail. It's uncared for in any other way. She has a thin body, breasts smaller than average but slightly taller than most people. Dressed in poor clothes that don't match each other, they've taken on the dirt from their owner; now you cannot tell what they were supposed to be, or what they looked like before. No shoes as of yet, so her feet look tough and unyielding. She carries a large brown backpack as she carries a bow with both her hands. However, there are no arrows to go with it.
Personality: Stubborn as an Ox, Craven doesn't like being proven wrong. She'll whine and argue no matter how wrong she is. When she knows she's beaten, rather than fighting her way out, she'll quickly agree and change the subject. This works for physical fights as well, though not always to the best of her ability. That's why she has a bow with no arrows, it's all a bluff.
She enjoys spending the little money that she earns on trivial things. Jewelry, clothes, accessories, the like. She's wanted to marry a man with enough money to keep up with her spending, but has had no luck. Because of her spending, she has yet to get enough money to buy a horse. Or shoes, thus, she goes barefoot.
Craven is an optimist. She doesn't like seeing the bad in people, partly because it would ruin her childhood dream and she's too stubborn to let it go, but also because she doesn't want to know. She's much happier letting people do whatever they want and not bothering herself about the why and how.
History: Born into a poor family on the edge of the Hadarac, Craven always felt bored and lonely. As the eldest child, she was expected to help with the chores of a lackluster farm whose crops failed half the time in a good year. She ran away from home when she turned 16 and has been wandering ever since.
She met a man in Aroughs soon after she left and the two hit it off. Later however, when it turned out he had gotten her pregnant, he left her and ran away with another woman. Turns out, it was just a false alarm.
She left for Carvala, now 17 and alone. She doesn't know what she'll do. She's barely able to fight, heal others, and knows no one. She can however, cook and it's how she pays her way at most places.
Roleplaying Sample: She didn't know what she thought she would expect. Sure, she was in the middle of the Spine and sure, it was night time, but that didn't mean it would be automatically bad! So Craven had strolled in, taking her time to enjoy the scenery, pick some berries and fruit, never caring that it was near sundown or that she had never bothered to keep track of her trail.
She didn't however, which now led her to this situation. Surrounded by wolves and nobody within a 5 mile radius to help her. It was at times like these, that she wished she could fight.
Ignoring this fact, Craven gave a couple yells, hoping to do two things. 1. Hope beyond hope that somebody had heard and rushing to help her, and 2, hoping that the wolves would be scared of her yelling and think her too much trouble to hunt down and kill. The wolves are uncertain now, slowly stopping their gradual crawl towards her.
"Hah! Take that you wolves! You'll learn not to mess with me!" She called out, flailing her arms in the air and kicking dirt towards the pack. With what looked like a roll of their eyes, the wolves left.
