Dust
female Kelvic white raven
9 years old
born Spring 31, 507 AV
unbonded
hair: pale blonde
eyes: grayish blue
height: 5' 4" (human)
build: wiry
appears mid-20s as human
description
female Kelvic white raven
9 years old
born Spring 31, 507 AV
unbonded
hair: pale blonde
eyes: grayish blue
height: 5' 4" (human)
build: wiry
appears mid-20s as human
What's the use of worrying
If we'll be here tomorrow
All we need to be is here today
Don't care if you're rich
Or if you have to beg and borrow
You can always find a way
Dive and breakaway
Fall free
Freedom's in the air
It's calling you
Your heart is there
Fall free
"Fall Free" - Alan Parsons Project
If we'll be here tomorrow
All we need to be is here today
Don't care if you're rich
Or if you have to beg and borrow
You can always find a way
Dive and breakaway
Fall free
Freedom's in the air
It's calling you
Your heart is there
Fall free
"Fall Free" - Alan Parsons Project
description
In bird form, Dust stands a bit over two feet high and weighs around three pounds, with a wingspan of nearly 4 feet. She has the heavy beak, wedge-shaped tail, and general build of a raven -- but where most ravens are ink-black, Dust's feathers are the strikingly unexpected hues of ivory and bone. Her beak and feet are a muted pink, and the irises of her eyes a grayish shade of blue, the single certain sign that this raven is not a true albino.
In her human form, Dust's short-cropped hair is a light blonde which hearkens back to the raven's plumage. Her eyes are also the same dark gray-blue. The rest of her features, inevitably, are entirely different. Her features are strong and angular, with pointed nose, narrow chin, and pronounced cheekbones; laugh lines crease the corners of her eyes and lips, her amiable nature shining through. Standing about 5' 4", she is neither tall nor short as humans go; her build is wiry and fit, toned by the demands of her travels.
concept
Dust was born to a pair of Kelvics residing in The Spires, her mother a squirrel and her father a black-tailed deer. She remained there for her first year, and part of her second, until becoming fascinated with a particular merchant caravan. She attached herself to it and travelled on to Syliras. Alternating between city life and caravan travel, Dust has seen a good portion of eastern Mizahar; she now explores the west.
Despite being Kelvic, Dust has a pronounced love of words to go with her sense of humor. She likes to listen, and she likes to talk; she's also perceptive enough to know sometimes silence is necessary. She is quite gregarious, enjoying the company of people, whatever race they may be. Dust has a mischievous streak which shows through at times, but one without malice or cruelty. In general, she doesn't take offense readily; even when ired, she is usually susceptible to bribes of stories or "interesting" trinkets.