Wings
Race: Kelvic (Wolf)
Birthday: 18th of Autumn, 509
Age: 2
Gender: female
Parents:
Oak- a male blue jay Kelvic
Michele- a female rabbit Kelvic
Physical Appearance
Height: 5 feet, 4 inches
Weight: 106 lbs
Skin Color: a light-tannish color, much like honey
Eye Color: bright green
Hair Color: jet black
Basic Information
Wings is from: The Spires of Taldera
Personality: Wings can be extremely short-tempered. She travels alone, a very dangerous task; she doesn’t go far from The Spires. She is a leader in most situations; the ones she isn't, she doesn't cooperate well.
Interests: trees, living off the land, music, and meat…..lots of it!
Goals: Wings hopes to make a group of Kelvic wolves in the forest outside of The Spires. She wishes to lead them and maybe someday have a mate, but the pack would be first.
Fears: She fears upsetting and/or hurting the ones she is bonded to, devoted to, or the ones she cares for. Ghosts also spook her every once in a while.
Weaknesses: She isn’t very intelligent, and she often gets angry. When she becomes angry, she is blind to the ones around her and can go crazy. She also is having trouble shifting when she wants to (2/3 times she wants to shift, it works)
Strengths: Wings is able to live off the land, and is very social. She has fairly good physical strength.
Skills:
• Wilderness Survival- 15 (+15@SP)
• Leadership- 10 (+10@SP)
• Cooking- 10 (+10@SP)
• Playing of Wooden Flute (+15@SP)
• Hunting- 10 (+10 RB)
Lores:
• Animal tracks identification
• Healing Plants in Taldera
Languages:
• Common (fluent)
• Jamouran Grunts (basic)
Equipment:
• a dark blue (almost black) velvet cloak
• dark brown moccasins made from deer hide
• a deer hide waterskin
• Wing’s father’s longbow
Backpack Inventory:
• porcupine quill brush (@SP)
• razor (@SP)
• brush (@SP)
• soap (@SP)
• dried meat days left: 7 (@SP)
• eating knife (@SP)
• flint and steel (@SP)
Money: 100 gold-rimmed mizas (@SP. This parenthesis will be deleted when money is gained/lost)
Housing: large tent (4 person) (@SP)
• large tarp (@SP)
• 100 ft of rope (@SP)
• flint & steel (@SP)
• lantern (@SP)
• 2 torches (@SP)
• Bedroll (@SP)
• Blanket (@SP)
• fishing tackle & hooks (@SP)
• a dark bay Zavian named Naomi. 16.6 hh. He’s used for packing and riding throughout The Spires value: 100 gm. When she settles down, she wishes to sell him, for she has no use for him. (@SP)
• a full set of tack (@SP)
• a large set of saddlebags (@SP)
Thread List:
23rd of Winter 511 AV- Leaves home
87th of Winter 511 AV- Arrives at The Spires
History:
Wings was raised on the road, always moving from place to place. Her parents were always selling or trading their goods. They traveled with a group of people, one of them her father's and mother's master.
Few of the people were nice and generous. Most of them were theives or merchants, like her folks. She leaned how to protect herself with a dagger and bow-and-arrow, for there were evil creatures and horrible people. One man in particular was the worst of them all. His name was Daran.
Daran was a tall, shaggy-haired boy. He was a few years older than Wings, but never wiser. He had dark hair and ice blue eyes that would glare down at her at night. He wanted what Wings would not give, so rage forced him on the road to abuse. Daran hit her when she would refuse to him, even to share her bread crumbs.
Wings remembers the night she ran so vaguely.
It had been a dark night, for the moon was covered with storm clouds that had no chance of pouring their fresh water. She listen to her father tell a story about an enchanted city, one that was hidden well. He called it the Hidden City or the Spires.
"In fact, the Hidden City is in that very forest over to the north," Oak said, pointing wildly with his stubbed finger. He had lost it to a rabid bear that had attacked Wings's mother.
Wings looked to the north, and sure enough, the shadows of a forest boomed on the horizon. She scanned the campsite for a face looking her direction then sped off toward her tent. She packed for a week and set off. A while away from the traveler's camp, a hard hand grabbed her shoulder. She flung back and slapped the man behind her. He gasped in pain.
Realization struck her like an arrow through her chest. Oak, her father.
"Goodbye..." His hand clasped his face where a large red mark stood out. "Have this." He handed her a nicely carved bow and arrows made with hawk feathers.
Wings was utterly surprised. "I-I'm sorry, Oak. Thank you."
With that, her father sent her on her way. In that forest, just as her father had said, she found the Spires.
On a dark, moon-covered night, Wings's father told a story of a hidden city in the forest they were near. He called it The Spires, and Wings was intrigued. As the darkness enveloped her, she ran away, away from the people she had become to trust, and away from Daran.
There she found the Spires.