Post by vandre on Aug 5, 2014 5:50:51 GMT
Introduce Your Character
Name: Vandre
Gender: Female
Age: 26
Species: Human (For the moment)
Occupation: Herbalist
Personality: Aloof, sarcastic, distrusting, determined, but deep down, very sweet.
Vandre works very hard to reach her goals, and even though she often fails, she picks up the pieces and tries again. Her main goal, being an herbalist, she considers to be a success… in spite of several setbacks.
When dealing with clients, Vandre can appear downright saccharine. She’ll keep her voice low and her tone gentle, but, that doesn’t mean she likes it. It’s an act, done out of necessity. Truth be told, she’d usually rather just hand out a bag of medicinal tea, get her payment, and be left in peace. And if anyone gives her any lip, unless it’s from someone who’s earned her respect, she’ll happily tell them off.
However, while in town, unless she’s approached, she keeps to herself. She’ll run her errands, get her supplies, and then she’ll vanish like morning mist. This is because Vandre generally assumes that anyone she meets is a potential threat. She only very rarely grows to trust someone, and even then, she is constantly reevaluating them, looking for warning signs.
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Physical Description
Appearance / Markings / Body type: Vandre’s hair is light brown, but in the morning sun, appears almost gold, while her eyes are a stormy blue-grey. She’s short and lithe, and misses how cute and plump she looked when she was young. However, she is sometimes mistaken for a boy when she is out checking her traps or gathering herbs. This is partially because she finds most women’s garments to be cumbersome in the forest, so she oftentimes opts for more masculine clothing out of practicality.
Height: 5 feet tall
Weight: 130 lbs
Scars or Tattoos: Small burn scar on left breast
Pic: n/a
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History: Vandre lost her mother at a young age and thus was raised by her father. He was a good man, a tracker and huntsman, and taught Vandre what he knew, but where she really excelled was herblore. As they traveled from place to place, hunting and selling meat and hides, she’d learn what she could from the locals about what was edible, what was toxic, and what was medicinal… in fact, some plants could be all three.
When her father passed away, she tried to make a living as an herbalist… However, her reclusive nature and uncanny understanding of the natural world set her apart from the rest of her community. She became the village scape goat, and was blamed for any ill that beset the countryside. So, now she travels from town to town, settling only briefly before she is cast out as a hag, a witch, or, more recently, a vargamor.
Indeed, in her lonely residences, she began to find the howls of the wild wolves to be welcome company, and started to leave the scraps of the game she caught in snare traps for them, leading to a dangerous, but rewarding relationship with ‘the scourge of the flocks.’ Recently, Vandre moved to Grohiikfel, trying yet again to settle, but with little hope of staying.
Lately, she finds she gets along better with the wolves than with most people, and has begun pondering leaving them all for good. She’s heard rumors of ways to become more than human…
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Sample RP Post: The smell of autumn was what Vandre loved best about the season. She lifted her head and drew in a long breath through her nostrils, before smiling in an open-jawed, doglike way, her formidable fangs glinting in the evening light. Her pointed ears flicked this way and that, picking up the tiny rustlings of little creatures in the underbrush. The huge, wolfish beast dropped to all fours and stretched, her furred fingers digging slightly into the soft, wet earth under the fallen leaves. Then, abruptly, she took off into the night, vanishing into the fog like she’d never been there.
Name: Vandre
Gender: Female
Age: 26
Species: Human (For the moment)
Occupation: Herbalist
Personality: Aloof, sarcastic, distrusting, determined, but deep down, very sweet.
Vandre works very hard to reach her goals, and even though she often fails, she picks up the pieces and tries again. Her main goal, being an herbalist, she considers to be a success… in spite of several setbacks.
When dealing with clients, Vandre can appear downright saccharine. She’ll keep her voice low and her tone gentle, but, that doesn’t mean she likes it. It’s an act, done out of necessity. Truth be told, she’d usually rather just hand out a bag of medicinal tea, get her payment, and be left in peace. And if anyone gives her any lip, unless it’s from someone who’s earned her respect, she’ll happily tell them off.
However, while in town, unless she’s approached, she keeps to herself. She’ll run her errands, get her supplies, and then she’ll vanish like morning mist. This is because Vandre generally assumes that anyone she meets is a potential threat. She only very rarely grows to trust someone, and even then, she is constantly reevaluating them, looking for warning signs.
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Physical Description
Appearance / Markings / Body type: Vandre’s hair is light brown, but in the morning sun, appears almost gold, while her eyes are a stormy blue-grey. She’s short and lithe, and misses how cute and plump she looked when she was young. However, she is sometimes mistaken for a boy when she is out checking her traps or gathering herbs. This is partially because she finds most women’s garments to be cumbersome in the forest, so she oftentimes opts for more masculine clothing out of practicality.
Height: 5 feet tall
Weight: 130 lbs
Scars or Tattoos: Small burn scar on left breast
Pic: n/a
______________________________
History: Vandre lost her mother at a young age and thus was raised by her father. He was a good man, a tracker and huntsman, and taught Vandre what he knew, but where she really excelled was herblore. As they traveled from place to place, hunting and selling meat and hides, she’d learn what she could from the locals about what was edible, what was toxic, and what was medicinal… in fact, some plants could be all three.
When her father passed away, she tried to make a living as an herbalist… However, her reclusive nature and uncanny understanding of the natural world set her apart from the rest of her community. She became the village scape goat, and was blamed for any ill that beset the countryside. So, now she travels from town to town, settling only briefly before she is cast out as a hag, a witch, or, more recently, a vargamor.
Indeed, in her lonely residences, she began to find the howls of the wild wolves to be welcome company, and started to leave the scraps of the game she caught in snare traps for them, leading to a dangerous, but rewarding relationship with ‘the scourge of the flocks.’ Recently, Vandre moved to Grohiikfel, trying yet again to settle, but with little hope of staying.
Lately, she finds she gets along better with the wolves than with most people, and has begun pondering leaving them all for good. She’s heard rumors of ways to become more than human…
______________________________
Sample RP Post: The smell of autumn was what Vandre loved best about the season. She lifted her head and drew in a long breath through her nostrils, before smiling in an open-jawed, doglike way, her formidable fangs glinting in the evening light. Her pointed ears flicked this way and that, picking up the tiny rustlings of little creatures in the underbrush. The huge, wolfish beast dropped to all fours and stretched, her furred fingers digging slightly into the soft, wet earth under the fallen leaves. Then, abruptly, she took off into the night, vanishing into the fog like she’d never been there.
