Post by Drgnwlf71 on Jan 6, 2010 4:34:19 GMT -5
ooc:Submitted for Adoption
Name: Daria
Age: 14
Rank: Dragon Candidate
Occupation: Tracker in training
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual
Appearance: Standing four foot, five inches she has brown eyes and long brown hair to her mid-shoulders. Her tunic is made from sandy brown burlap and her trousers made of the same fabric. She had them lined with a sheer blue fabric as to make it not itchy. She has a plain face; eyes average size, nose a bit on the small size and her mouth; thin lips. Average cheekbones but she his pretty in a rough sort of manner.
Her skin is flawless. Her breasts have not developed in full yet and her stomach is flat. Her legs are long and slender. An ideal woman for some. Others just pass her by without a second glance. Her feet are average size that wears soft leather boots made from Bovine. She has two knives at her side, which can make a her a worthy adversary. She knows how to fight at hand-to-hand combat and with her knives.
Personality: Daria is generous up to a point. She is observant and quiet. She doesn't say that much when meeting new people. They pretty much have to start the conversation first. She tends to get nervous and have panic attacks, which can be easily cured by calming down. She refuses to go down without a fight. Life is sacred to her and when someone threatens someone's life, she protects the underdog. It doesn't matter if she knows them or not.
She feels it is in her place to take care of small animals and release them when their better. She doesn't believe in caging an animal and keeping it for all time. Daria is honest and loyal to those she calls friends She tries to keep her promise but sometime she takes more than she chews. She has no problem asking for help, if needed. She does have a temper on her although, it is hard to get to her.
History: Daria grew up poor in Caspian Hold. When she was born, she was well loved. Her mother, a Weaver and her father, a Tracker and knife fighter. Both not making enough marks through the winter. They knew they would not survive it if the could not keep food in the house. Daria took the initiative and took up Tracking when she was 12. He was also teaching her to fight with his knifves. Her mother was not hurt at all by this. She only wanted what was best for her little girl. Her father tried to get hired on to Azvon Hold as a permanent tracker.
It took six months to weed out the good ones from the bad. When the Hold sent for him again, he was more than excited. He was interviewed again and was hired. The job required relocation and that was not a problem. The family moved to Azvon Hold, mainly because of Daria's father transfer and the murders that existed in Caspian Hold. There, his daughter was trained formerly by a man named Dr'dasi. He a retired old bluerider. His dragon very old and near death, he was able to concentrate at the lessons and tasks at hand. Inside, her teacher was very distraught. Daria offered him comfort and poured him some Klah and took care of him like a daughter would a father.
On her 13th Birthingday, she had recieved her own set of knives from her father. A month later, her father gotten killed by a local bandit group just outside the forest. This did not anger her, it made her that much more determined to find the murderer. She paid attention to her lessons and soon was out in the field learning what she wanted.
Now 14, she was trusted enough to few on a few assignments with him as supervising of course. They both were in the forest on a supervised lesson when he had a heart attack and died. His dragon died also. She could hear the dragons keening for their brother. It was deafening but she did not really listen to it. She cried over her teachers death for days.
Suddenly, a voice seemed to come to het, 'Don't cry. Get up and have courage!' it said. Maybe it was her conscience. She did not know but she got up and stopped crying. She walked through the forest, secretly mourning the loss her father and her teacher. She sniffed as she walked aimlessly, with no real purpose until she heard shouting. She approached a cliff edge and peeked over and she could believe who she saw! Kalaht! The boy she used play with in Caspian Hold. She threw down a rope and it hit his shoulder. He looked up and climbed to find Daria there smiling. Daria hugged him and he said bandits were after him. She took his hand and ran towards an old shack in a clearing, out in the open. They hid there for what seemed like hours.
They ran past the shack, not thinking that they were there. Daria was the first to come out and Kalaht. They were safe for the moment.
Name: Daria
Age: 14
Rank: Dragon Candidate
Occupation: Tracker in training
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual
Appearance: Standing four foot, five inches she has brown eyes and long brown hair to her mid-shoulders. Her tunic is made from sandy brown burlap and her trousers made of the same fabric. She had them lined with a sheer blue fabric as to make it not itchy. She has a plain face; eyes average size, nose a bit on the small size and her mouth; thin lips. Average cheekbones but she his pretty in a rough sort of manner.
Her skin is flawless. Her breasts have not developed in full yet and her stomach is flat. Her legs are long and slender. An ideal woman for some. Others just pass her by without a second glance. Her feet are average size that wears soft leather boots made from Bovine. She has two knives at her side, which can make a her a worthy adversary. She knows how to fight at hand-to-hand combat and with her knives.
Personality: Daria is generous up to a point. She is observant and quiet. She doesn't say that much when meeting new people. They pretty much have to start the conversation first. She tends to get nervous and have panic attacks, which can be easily cured by calming down. She refuses to go down without a fight. Life is sacred to her and when someone threatens someone's life, she protects the underdog. It doesn't matter if she knows them or not.
She feels it is in her place to take care of small animals and release them when their better. She doesn't believe in caging an animal and keeping it for all time. Daria is honest and loyal to those she calls friends She tries to keep her promise but sometime she takes more than she chews. She has no problem asking for help, if needed. She does have a temper on her although, it is hard to get to her.
History: Daria grew up poor in Caspian Hold. When she was born, she was well loved. Her mother, a Weaver and her father, a Tracker and knife fighter. Both not making enough marks through the winter. They knew they would not survive it if the could not keep food in the house. Daria took the initiative and took up Tracking when she was 12. He was also teaching her to fight with his knifves. Her mother was not hurt at all by this. She only wanted what was best for her little girl. Her father tried to get hired on to Azvon Hold as a permanent tracker.
It took six months to weed out the good ones from the bad. When the Hold sent for him again, he was more than excited. He was interviewed again and was hired. The job required relocation and that was not a problem. The family moved to Azvon Hold, mainly because of Daria's father transfer and the murders that existed in Caspian Hold. There, his daughter was trained formerly by a man named Dr'dasi. He a retired old bluerider. His dragon very old and near death, he was able to concentrate at the lessons and tasks at hand. Inside, her teacher was very distraught. Daria offered him comfort and poured him some Klah and took care of him like a daughter would a father.
On her 13th Birthingday, she had recieved her own set of knives from her father. A month later, her father gotten killed by a local bandit group just outside the forest. This did not anger her, it made her that much more determined to find the murderer. She paid attention to her lessons and soon was out in the field learning what she wanted.
Now 14, she was trusted enough to few on a few assignments with him as supervising of course. They both were in the forest on a supervised lesson when he had a heart attack and died. His dragon died also. She could hear the dragons keening for their brother. It was deafening but she did not really listen to it. She cried over her teachers death for days.
Suddenly, a voice seemed to come to het, 'Don't cry. Get up and have courage!' it said. Maybe it was her conscience. She did not know but she got up and stopped crying. She walked through the forest, secretly mourning the loss her father and her teacher. She sniffed as she walked aimlessly, with no real purpose until she heard shouting. She approached a cliff edge and peeked over and she could believe who she saw! Kalaht! The boy she used play with in Caspian Hold. She threw down a rope and it hit his shoulder. He looked up and climbed to find Daria there smiling. Daria hugged him and he said bandits were after him. She took his hand and ran towards an old shack in a clearing, out in the open. They hid there for what seemed like hours.
They ran past the shack, not thinking that they were there. Daria was the first to come out and Kalaht. They were safe for the moment.
