Name: Tamyriel
Race: Kelvic - Tiger
Age: 5 Years old, 7th of Spring, 507. [Appears around 20]
Sex: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Appearance:
Solidly built, yet soft of form, Tamyriel stands at 5’8’’ and and weighs around 150 pounds. Beneath a soft and pliant outer layer, solid muscles coil under the surface ready to lash out and surge the kelvic into motion at a moments notice. She is a woman who smiles often, her pouty curved lips sometimes likened to that of her wildform, peeking between the pink flesh, large canines glint white. Her eyes have been described as quite striking, slits of ebony suspended in molten gold, flecks of a bright yellow likened to the sun glinting at the edges. Tamyriel’s hair is a wild affair full of body and natural waves reaching halfway down her back, the color a dark auburn reflecting the deepest colour of her fur that runs down her spine in wildform. Natural highlights weave themselves throughout her hair, picking up some of the paler colors from her fur.
Her tiger form is a majestic example of a beautiful yet deadly predator. Her form is roughly 7 Feet in length from muzzle to tail, is around 3.8 Feet at the shoulder, and weighs 500 Pounds. Tamyriel’s fur is of a shining reddish orange color, the fur gradiating to an auburn along her spine, and halting into a creamy white at her belly. Decorating her as if painted on, black stripes of varying diversity cover her body in the basic tiger fashion. A delightfully pink nose, white fangs, molten gold eyes and long whiskers complete the package. The wildform seems to be especially fluffy and soft when compared to others, however the sharp teeth and claws should serve to dissuade many from trying to cuddle her.
Character Concept:
Tamyriel is a fairly easy going young woman who loves to spend her free time lounging about and sleeping snuggled up next to a companion. When she is active however, she is very active. She is the type to go bounding about the campsite, climbing trees and hunting down quick prey to keep herself busy, then collapse near the fire and take cat naps. Having been bonded once while young, and then forced apart, the Kelvic is wary of making new bonds and prefers companionship and light servitude instead. As all of her kind, Tamyriel loves to serve, whether it is to mend torn clothing for her companions, or to provide fresh kills for dinner, all of it brings pleasure. If she can help you, and she likes you, she will in a heartbeat. The Kelvic is a very loyal young thing, and since she is unbonded to any, keeps a small group that she would do most anything for. Though loyal to companions for as long as they may stay, Tamyriel is aware that a good story lets its characters change with the chapters if need be.. And if someone chooses to leave, she will let them go without begging or tears, and part with a smile or embrace. Having traveled since she was very small, though young, Tamyriel is not naive, she has seen enough of the world and its terrors to exact proper judgement.
No creature is without her own quirks, and Tamyriel has a handful of them. One being an incredible fear of heights. When she was still just a little cub, the tiger fell hard and from on high, the pain and long recovery following was enough to make her slightly seize and hyperventilate on extreme heights. The exception being in situations where she knows there is 100 percent no way she will fall. Beautiful views on top of mountains can still be enjoyed. Tree climbing seems to be okay as long as she doesn't go up to high. Should she go too high on accident, she might get stuck up in the tree for fear of falling when she tries to come down. Another thing she absolutely abhors are insects with too many legs. Spiders, centipedes and other multi legged creatures should be destroyed on sight by anyone but her, she doesn’t wanna touch them as they make her very skin crawl thinking about them.
Tamyriel is a woman who enjoys small luxuries and beauty, whether it be from trinkets, silks, sunsets or art, the Kelvic is interested. Though no artist of any staggering talent, the young tiger enjoys drawing in charcoals, quick little sketches here and there when the moment catches her.
If there is anything in this world that Tamyriel loves above all however, it is a story. Raised on tall tales from vagabonds, her parents, and the traveling warriors they would meet on the road, the tiger was hooked. As such, Tamyriel is almost always on the hunt for stories, almost obsessed with them, if she catches your eye and senses a story behind them, she might be relentless to discover it. It is no wonder then, that she seems to be drawn to such people with better tales than others. One of the tiger’s most prized possessions is a giant book, The Book of Legends, Stories, and Poetry, given to her by her late father, a volume he had poured himself over, and read to her often when she was with him. Her greatest treasure, and her greatest frustration all rolled into one. Like many of her kind, Tamyriel cannot read or write. Not from a lack of intellect, but from a lack of focus, try as she might, Tamyriel just cannot seem to sit down long enough and focus on learning.
Tamyriel’s life aspiration is to compile a massive tome of all the best stories she has heard on her travels. Even greater is the desire to find her own story and add it to the tome. She is a woman who firmly believes if you don’t live your life in a way that someone would enjoy hearing in a story, you are wasting it. This aspiration seems lofty and almost unattainable to the Kelvic, who cannot even sit down long enough to fully learn the common alphabet so far, much less form words from it.
Character History:
Tamyriel is in love with stories, but does not think her own is ready to be told. Her history is not common Knowledge unless you were part of it, or she chooses to tell you.