Post by Sayu on Nov 28, 2011 8:50:58 GMT -8
Username: Sayuri
Character Number: 4
"I just want to be me.....but who is that?"
PB: Alexi Le Trash
Description:
With dark, auburn hair and bright blue eyes, Firwen isn't the kind of person one would normally think blends into a crowd. However, somehow she does. Part of it is, despite her pale skin that never seems to tan contrasting so much with her darker looks, she's relatively small. At only 5ft 2in, Firwen isn't the shorted girl in the world, but she certainly isn't among the tallest either. Besides that, she tends to hunch over a bit, holding her arms around herself or pushing her hands into her pockets. Its a habit she's shifted into over time, and something she knows she should fix...and yet refuses to.
Her eyes are a bright, sky blue hue that have little flecks of a grayish green around the middle. They're probably one of the most easily seen features on her, and are lined with thick lashes. Her face itself is a heart-shaped structure made up of high cheek bones and arching eye brows. Her eyes themselves are large, almond shaped things as well. Her nose is not tiny, but is proud and is without many freckles. Though, a dash of small one are just along the bridge, it's just hard to see them unless you're right in front of her. Her hair is a dark auburn color, and is fairly long reaching the middle of her back, and has been cut in a layered look so that its thickness can be tolerated more easily.
In terms of her body shape, Firwen is thin, but she's not a twig. In fact, she has some curves to her, especially around her hips. Her legs are long despite her shorter height, and her torso is what keeps her from a more average range. The girl prefers to wear clothes that are simplistic in design. She doesn't go for flashy outfits or colors, and she'd be just as happy in a pair of working pants and a simple tunic as in a dress. That's partially because Firwen is a dancer. She's used to wearing different sorts of clothes for her performances, and these outfits are the only ones she will ever let herself "stand out" in.
Distinguishing Features:
Her hair and eyes mixed with her pale skin tone is probably the most distinguishing thing about Firwen. However, she also has other little tidbits that make her unique. She has a habit of mimicking dance steps without actually going anywhere, which generally looks like someone trying to skip or twirl while standing in one spot. She also often tilts her head to one side whenever she's thinking, and likes to perch on objects instead of simply sitting. For instance, if asked to sit down in a chair, she'd sooner perch on the edge of the arm, before actually sitting in the seat. There is one thing that most people don't get to see though. She has a scar from her right hip, diagonally going upwards for about a good three inches. It was received during her younger years when a village boy she grew up with pushed her into a stream, Firwen landing on a sharp rock, after she said she liked him.
Description:
Firwen is scared, she's shy, she's uncertain of herself. She never seems to be the person she is when she's dancing either. Normal Firwen is someone who takes baby steps, someone who over analyses everything. She's terrified of making a wrong move, of upsetting someone. This often leads to her being in the back of a room with little to no friends. She's gotten used to it though. She naturally just isn't the kind of person who wants to put herself out there, so the idea of doing so to get to know someone...you guessed it, terrifies her.
Amazingly though, the Dancing Firwen is entirely different. As a dancer, Firwen feels she can become someone else. The funny thing is, she doesn't quite understand she could do that at any time. The moment the make-up and dancing outfits come on though, she's no longer Firwen the girl who is scared of her own shadow and can't say a single thing without mumbling or stuttering. She's Firwen, the girl that is exotic, and outgoing, and mysterious. Or so she likes to believe.
She's caring though, even if Firwen won't come to someone else and start a conversation normally, if she sees someone terribly upset she can't help but try and make them feel better. Or at least to see what is the matter. She tends to wear her heart on her sleeve during these times, and often will pull away the moment she deems the person to be okay on their own. After that, she's cold almost in the way she acts toward them. No more talking, no more laughs, she just is distant and aloof.
Another thing about her is she hates to make a decision, especially for someone else. She will sneak out the backdoor if she has to to get away from this, that's how much she hates it. Firwen has even been known to feign being sick or dizzy so she'd be excused. The whole thing comes down to the fact that she always worries her decision will be the bad one. Or, that if something goes wrong, it would be all her fault.
As one would guess by how much she distances herself from others, Firwen is mistrusting to the nth degree. She may go over to see if someone is alright when they're upset, but she will never allow herself to cry on someone else's shoulder. She's too paranoid that someday they'll use it against her somehow. It's also just that after so many years not being able to socialize much, she just doesn't exactly know how to let her guard down. She's always waiting for the other shoe to drop.
Here's a funny thing about Firwen by the way. She fears things yes, but the oddest part is they all don't exactly make sense. She doesn't like loud noises or the dark or large crowds, those are normal. Pillows though? Yep, she doesn't like them. She doesn't like locks either, or people who try to sell her things. They're irrational fears, but there they are...and there they will most definitely stay.
Written History:
Born into a small gypsy community that traveled around the Weyr, Firwen was the only child to Fionna and Kirwen. They worked mainly as entertainers, her father known for his songs, and her mother a dancer. It's how the two met actually, and they fell in love at a young age. Firwen came soon after, and so the couple became a trio.
In the community, Firwen was free in a lot of ways to do as she pleased as long as she followed a few simple rules that went along the lines of, "don't be stupid." She never was though. The girl didn't like going on "adventures" with the other kids, and she would much rather have just stayed put where it was safe. She learned a lot because of that from the various people in the community. However, it was her mother's job that she pursued.
Somehow, Firwen felt truly free when she was dancing. She no longer had inhibitions or fears, she just was. There was nothing but the music to guide her. For a few years, the girl even started to come out more little by little and socialize. On her 9th year though, things took a turn for the worse. It was after one of her performances when she followed a young boy only a little bit older than she into the woods. They talked, being somewhat friends.
Then, Firwen did a stupid thing. She told him that she liked him. The boy didn't take it well and proclaimed that the idea was gross, pushing her backward. She fell that night and hit her back against a sharp rock in the river. When she woke up, she had a wound from her right hip up diagonally for a few inches. Firwen never trusted anyone again. It wasn't like the boy had meant to harm her either, but in the little girl's mind, no one could be trusted.
She grew like that, anti-social and scared to really jump out and be herself...except for when she danced. It was her few hours of freedom, of just pure joy. Firwen couldn't tell that the way she felt while dancing could happen at any time either, so there became a split personality of sorts within her.
There were times, especially as she got older, that Firwen still wanted to change the way she was though. She just never knew how...until her community went to the Weyr to sell some wares and entertain the riders. She watched not the dragons, but the whers with a sort of awe she had not experienced in years. The girl didn't even understand how she came to do it, it was just one of those pivotal moments in life where you throw caution to the wind no matter what type of person you are and jump off a cliff to see if you can fly....
She volunteered to be a candidate.
It wasn't until a good few turns later that she met Firsk. The green was the first to hatch out of her shell, and she was stubbornly the last to impress. However, she finally made her way to Firwen, sat down and abruptly stated that Firsk'sFirwen was to feed her right then and there. Since, they have finished wherlinghood and are waiting for those tell-tale signs of the green's first mating run. After all, they protect their Weyr and Wherhold by night...but protecting isn't a green wher's only job. They have to try and help bring forth a new generation too. Even if most of the time their tries are futile.
Will: Given out to someone I trust, turned NPC, or killed.
"I love Firsk; she's everything I could ever want to be and so much more."
Apperance:
Being small can have its advantages for some, but for Firsk, she doesn't much like it. She's tiny at 4ft, and she's thin. In a lot of ways, she looks almost sickly because she just has no body fat practically on her at all. Her legs are long as well as her neck and tail, something odd for whers really. However, they aren't really long in comparison to most Golds for instance. It just looks that way because the trunk of her body is smaller. *Sort of like a person with long legs but a short torso* Besides this, her snout is also elongated with spiky ridges, even more so than usual, and her wings are the same and a bit exaggerated at the spurs.
In terms of coloring, Firsk is not your average wher by any means. She doesn't have a dully hued hide at all, in fact her middle coat is a cyan looking green that is marked with thick portions of neon green and pale, winter green. It's an odd combination, that someone works together. Or so she believes.
Personality:
There is no opinion that matters more than Firsk's opinion. She is confident, blunt, a bit aggressive, and extroverted like you wouldn't believe. The busy-body can't keep things to herself, and she can't keep her mind to herself either. Most whers are even more solitary in terms of speaking to humans than dragons are, however this one is anything but. If your there and you seem to be a person of interest, Frisk can be expected to talk to you at least once.
Whenever she gets angry, you'll know it. Firsk has a terrible, blunt, aggressive behavior whenever someone steps on her toes so to speak. This can be during anything from a mating run, to a wherling or candidate lesson where someone goofed up. Oddly though, the green loves young children. She will let them play on her, hug her, whatever. She just doesn't care. It's something that greatly contradicts her personality normally, however if you bring it up she'll probably snap at you.
Character Number: 4
..::Stats::..
Name: Firwen *Fear-when*
Honorific: N/A
Age: 23 turns
Gender: Female
Rank: Green Handler
Wing: ?
Craft: Harper
Rank: Journeyman
Strengths: Dancing and singing, playing the violin. Is able to speak easily and fluently.
Weaknesses: Can't draw worth anything.
..::Apperance::..
"I just want to be me.....but who is that?"
PB: Alexi Le Trash
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Reddish Auburn
Height: 5ft 2in
Approximate Weight: 120 pounds
Description:
With dark, auburn hair and bright blue eyes, Firwen isn't the kind of person one would normally think blends into a crowd. However, somehow she does. Part of it is, despite her pale skin that never seems to tan contrasting so much with her darker looks, she's relatively small. At only 5ft 2in, Firwen isn't the shorted girl in the world, but she certainly isn't among the tallest either. Besides that, she tends to hunch over a bit, holding her arms around herself or pushing her hands into her pockets. Its a habit she's shifted into over time, and something she knows she should fix...and yet refuses to.
Her eyes are a bright, sky blue hue that have little flecks of a grayish green around the middle. They're probably one of the most easily seen features on her, and are lined with thick lashes. Her face itself is a heart-shaped structure made up of high cheek bones and arching eye brows. Her eyes themselves are large, almond shaped things as well. Her nose is not tiny, but is proud and is without many freckles. Though, a dash of small one are just along the bridge, it's just hard to see them unless you're right in front of her. Her hair is a dark auburn color, and is fairly long reaching the middle of her back, and has been cut in a layered look so that its thickness can be tolerated more easily.
In terms of her body shape, Firwen is thin, but she's not a twig. In fact, she has some curves to her, especially around her hips. Her legs are long despite her shorter height, and her torso is what keeps her from a more average range. The girl prefers to wear clothes that are simplistic in design. She doesn't go for flashy outfits or colors, and she'd be just as happy in a pair of working pants and a simple tunic as in a dress. That's partially because Firwen is a dancer. She's used to wearing different sorts of clothes for her performances, and these outfits are the only ones she will ever let herself "stand out" in.
Distinguishing Features:
Her hair and eyes mixed with her pale skin tone is probably the most distinguishing thing about Firwen. However, she also has other little tidbits that make her unique. She has a habit of mimicking dance steps without actually going anywhere, which generally looks like someone trying to skip or twirl while standing in one spot. She also often tilts her head to one side whenever she's thinking, and likes to perch on objects instead of simply sitting. For instance, if asked to sit down in a chair, she'd sooner perch on the edge of the arm, before actually sitting in the seat. There is one thing that most people don't get to see though. She has a scar from her right hip, diagonally going upwards for about a good three inches. It was received during her younger years when a village boy she grew up with pushed her into a stream, Firwen landing on a sharp rock, after she said she liked him.
..::Personality::..
Likes:
- Dancing
- Taking Long Walks
- Riding runners
- Being with Firsk
- Listening to Harpers play music
Dislikes:
- Pillows
- Locks
- Loud Noises
- Closed spaces
- Too open of a space
Fears:
- Getting too close to someone
- Needing someone *realizing that she does*
- Loosing Firsk
Goals:
- Try and talk once to a person a day at least
- Stay away from all Pillows
- Buy a Flit egg
Description:
Firwen is scared, she's shy, she's uncertain of herself. She never seems to be the person she is when she's dancing either. Normal Firwen is someone who takes baby steps, someone who over analyses everything. She's terrified of making a wrong move, of upsetting someone. This often leads to her being in the back of a room with little to no friends. She's gotten used to it though. She naturally just isn't the kind of person who wants to put herself out there, so the idea of doing so to get to know someone...you guessed it, terrifies her.
Amazingly though, the Dancing Firwen is entirely different. As a dancer, Firwen feels she can become someone else. The funny thing is, she doesn't quite understand she could do that at any time. The moment the make-up and dancing outfits come on though, she's no longer Firwen the girl who is scared of her own shadow and can't say a single thing without mumbling or stuttering. She's Firwen, the girl that is exotic, and outgoing, and mysterious. Or so she likes to believe.
She's caring though, even if Firwen won't come to someone else and start a conversation normally, if she sees someone terribly upset she can't help but try and make them feel better. Or at least to see what is the matter. She tends to wear her heart on her sleeve during these times, and often will pull away the moment she deems the person to be okay on their own. After that, she's cold almost in the way she acts toward them. No more talking, no more laughs, she just is distant and aloof.
Another thing about her is she hates to make a decision, especially for someone else. She will sneak out the backdoor if she has to to get away from this, that's how much she hates it. Firwen has even been known to feign being sick or dizzy so she'd be excused. The whole thing comes down to the fact that she always worries her decision will be the bad one. Or, that if something goes wrong, it would be all her fault.
As one would guess by how much she distances herself from others, Firwen is mistrusting to the nth degree. She may go over to see if someone is alright when they're upset, but she will never allow herself to cry on someone else's shoulder. She's too paranoid that someday they'll use it against her somehow. It's also just that after so many years not being able to socialize much, she just doesn't exactly know how to let her guard down. She's always waiting for the other shoe to drop.
Here's a funny thing about Firwen by the way. She fears things yes, but the oddest part is they all don't exactly make sense. She doesn't like loud noises or the dark or large crowds, those are normal. Pillows though? Yep, she doesn't like them. She doesn't like locks either, or people who try to sell her things. They're irrational fears, but there they are...and there they will most definitely stay.
..::History::..
Family:
- Fionna-Mother
- Kirwen-Father
Where They Were Born/Where They Were From: Area around NAW
Where They Are Now: Northern Aurora Weyr
Written History:
Born into a small gypsy community that traveled around the Weyr, Firwen was the only child to Fionna and Kirwen. They worked mainly as entertainers, her father known for his songs, and her mother a dancer. It's how the two met actually, and they fell in love at a young age. Firwen came soon after, and so the couple became a trio.
In the community, Firwen was free in a lot of ways to do as she pleased as long as she followed a few simple rules that went along the lines of, "don't be stupid." She never was though. The girl didn't like going on "adventures" with the other kids, and she would much rather have just stayed put where it was safe. She learned a lot because of that from the various people in the community. However, it was her mother's job that she pursued.
Somehow, Firwen felt truly free when she was dancing. She no longer had inhibitions or fears, she just was. There was nothing but the music to guide her. For a few years, the girl even started to come out more little by little and socialize. On her 9th year though, things took a turn for the worse. It was after one of her performances when she followed a young boy only a little bit older than she into the woods. They talked, being somewhat friends.
Then, Firwen did a stupid thing. She told him that she liked him. The boy didn't take it well and proclaimed that the idea was gross, pushing her backward. She fell that night and hit her back against a sharp rock in the river. When she woke up, she had a wound from her right hip up diagonally for a few inches. Firwen never trusted anyone again. It wasn't like the boy had meant to harm her either, but in the little girl's mind, no one could be trusted.
She grew like that, anti-social and scared to really jump out and be herself...except for when she danced. It was her few hours of freedom, of just pure joy. Firwen couldn't tell that the way she felt while dancing could happen at any time either, so there became a split personality of sorts within her.
There were times, especially as she got older, that Firwen still wanted to change the way she was though. She just never knew how...until her community went to the Weyr to sell some wares and entertain the riders. She watched not the dragons, but the whers with a sort of awe she had not experienced in years. The girl didn't even understand how she came to do it, it was just one of those pivotal moments in life where you throw caution to the wind no matter what type of person you are and jump off a cliff to see if you can fly....
She volunteered to be a candidate.
It wasn't until a good few turns later that she met Firsk. The green was the first to hatch out of her shell, and she was stubbornly the last to impress. However, she finally made her way to Firwen, sat down and abruptly stated that Firsk'sFirwen was to feed her right then and there. Since, they have finished wherlinghood and are waiting for those tell-tale signs of the green's first mating run. After all, they protect their Weyr and Wherhold by night...but protecting isn't a green wher's only job. They have to try and help bring forth a new generation too. Even if most of the time their tries are futile.
Will: Given out to someone I trust, turned NPC, or killed.
---------------
..::Bonded::..
"I love Firsk; she's everything I could ever want to be and so much more."
Name: Firsk *Fear-sk*
Type: Wher
Age: 2 1/2 turns
Color: Green
Gender: Female
Hex Codes: 5eeca8 00ff40 e3f4e4
Size in Feet: 4ft
Apperance:
Being small can have its advantages for some, but for Firsk, she doesn't much like it. She's tiny at 4ft, and she's thin. In a lot of ways, she looks almost sickly because she just has no body fat practically on her at all. Her legs are long as well as her neck and tail, something odd for whers really. However, they aren't really long in comparison to most Golds for instance. It just looks that way because the trunk of her body is smaller. *Sort of like a person with long legs but a short torso* Besides this, her snout is also elongated with spiky ridges, even more so than usual, and her wings are the same and a bit exaggerated at the spurs.
In terms of coloring, Firsk is not your average wher by any means. She doesn't have a dully hued hide at all, in fact her middle coat is a cyan looking green that is marked with thick portions of neon green and pale, winter green. It's an odd combination, that someone works together. Or so she believes.
Personality:
There is no opinion that matters more than Firsk's opinion. She is confident, blunt, a bit aggressive, and extroverted like you wouldn't believe. The busy-body can't keep things to herself, and she can't keep her mind to herself either. Most whers are even more solitary in terms of speaking to humans than dragons are, however this one is anything but. If your there and you seem to be a person of interest, Frisk can be expected to talk to you at least once.
Whenever she gets angry, you'll know it. Firsk has a terrible, blunt, aggressive behavior whenever someone steps on her toes so to speak. This can be during anything from a mating run, to a wherling or candidate lesson where someone goofed up. Oddly though, the green loves young children. She will let them play on her, hug her, whatever. She just doesn't care. It's something that greatly contradicts her personality normally, however if you bring it up she'll probably snap at you.
