Basic Info Race: Kelvic Gender: Female Date of Birth: 5th day of Spring, 510 AV Age: 2 years old, but mentally and physically in her early 20's. Place of Birth: Riverfall, in Cyphrus. Languages Common - Fluent Feline - Fluent Tukant - Basic Appearance Allison is a small, slim, lithe creature. She is about 5”4” and does not look particularly intimidating. She is not at all strong, but she is agile and acrobatic. In a confrontation she is an incredible escape artist, but not a fighter. Her skin is deathly pale. Her hair falls in loose waves down to the middle of her back, unless she combs it straight while it’s still wet. Her eyes are wide and expressive, with icy blue irises. Her lips are small and coloured a deep, rosy pink. Her nails grow into a slightly pointed tip and her canine teeth are elongated and quite sharp, though only visible when she smiles; When Allison is in her feline form, she is a slight, brown-eyed ocelot. Her fur is golden and fades to cream at her tail, legs, stomach and face. She is covered in a marbled pattern of rosettes and spots, some joining together to form stripe-like patterns, and has a small pink nose. Allison usually wears a white cotton dress and small white sandals. She keeps warm under a deep red, hooded cloak. She rides a large horse, who stands at 16hh but looks even taller next to Allison'w little frame. He is light dappled grey, his face white with small white flecks traveling down his neck and back, looking like snowflakes had clung to his coat. image :
Character Concept Allison is an introverted creature, but she is not shy. In larger groups of people she prefers to listen quietly and only adds to the conversation when she feels it is necessary. However, when she is speaking one-on-one with someone she is very talkative. She is eternally curious, but flighty. She runs from direct confrontation and then returns when she is least expected to act on revenge. Her moral compass is irreversibly distorted and she has no regard for life, human or otherwise. Allison takes great pleasure in stalking and hunting her prey. She has a strange fascination with blood. However, although it may seem like it, her sometimes bloodthirsty nature does not define her whatsoever. Her most prominent personality trait is her constant awareness, she analyses everything and everyone to the bone. She takes it all in and uses it to her advantage. She is a quick learner and a master of deceit and manipulation. She knows what makes everyone tick. Likes: Hunting, theft, eating, climbing, drawing, painting and traveling Dislikes: Rain, snow, cold weather, sitting still, large crowds, being trapped in a corner and not having the upper hand in any situation. Like all kelvics, Allison has heightened senses. Her night vision is near perfect and her sense of smell is greatly enhanced, as is her hearing. History Allison does not have a long, intriguing history with a dramatic family life or plot twists worth awards. Her past is simple, unremarkable. Which is why I will not get caught up in details. Her present is more interesting than her past. Allison was born just outside Riverfall in 503 AV, where she lived with her mother and siblings for a year before they went their separate ways. She does not recall how many siblings she had, or what their genders were. She was only close to one of them, her brother. But it was a fragile bond and as soon as she left she never heard from him again. Allison then spent nearly a year in Riverfall, wandering around. She spent most of her time as an ocelot. She was never paid attention to until she was 2 years old, when an old Akalak took her in. He was kind, and fed her warm food and good milk. He owned a young horse, which he taught Allison to ride when he found out she was Kelvic and could change between human and feline. He was good to her, he taught her about the Akalak's culture. He also taught her all the languages she now knows, except for feline and how to draw and paint. When he died, two months before her 3rd birthday, he left her some supplies, clothes, 100 gold-rimmed mizas and his horse, who was named Terri. Allison sometimes thought it was after the Valterrian. The old man used to talk about that for hours. Anyway, as soon as he died she packed up and left. She took his assassin's dagger, both to remember him by and to hopefully help with her lack of physical strength. It would be considered her heirloom item. She is not particularly skilled at using it, though. From there she travelled to Syliras with little knowledge of it's culture. She only had a vague idea - stay clothed and pay for things while in the city gates. She made her way there by horse. She hunted her own food and found her own water, and stole anything else she felt like having. She spent this journey in both forms - feline to hunt and sleep, and human to ride and steal. She arrived in Syliras on the 45th day of Summer, which is when her past ends and her present begins. Skills
Lores
Possessions Supplies
1 Waterskin 1 Backpack 1 Comb 1 Brush 1 Bar of Soap 2 Flint & Steel 1 Eating Knife 1 Large Tent 1 Large Tarp 100ft of Rope 1 Lantern 2 Torches 1 Bedroll 1 Blanket Fishing Tackle & Hooks Saddlebags Clothing
1 White Cotton Dress 1 Set of Plain White Undergarments 1 Pair of Sandals 1 Hooded Cloak Transport
1 Mixed Blood Riding Horse 1 Full Set of Tack Weapons
1 Assassin's Dagger (heirloom) Other
1 Artist's Toolkit Ledger
Current Total: 75GM
Threads Summer. 512 AV
43rd - Self-Taught - The Wildlands - Ongoing 46th - Twists and turns - Syliras - Ongoing 47th - A Day in the Woods - The Cobalt Mountains - Finished |