Alekxandra Winterflame

[Alekxandra Winterflame]

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Alekxandra Winterflame The Basics Nicknames: Alek, “Foxy” Race: Kelvic -- Maned Wolf Gender: Female Age: 3 Years Bonded: No Birthday: Day 42, Spring, 514 Birthplace: Avanthal, Taldera Current Location: Riverfall Religion: Worships Morwen Gnosis Marks: 1 Mark of Morwen Housing: Job: Kelvic senses: Hearing -- (carries over to human though greatly reduced without her large ears) Smell -- (carries over to human though greatly reduced without her muzzle) Family Bondmate - Taurina Mother - Elisia Winterflame (Deceased) Father - Absent Brother - Liam Winterflame (Assumed Deceased) Sister - Enyas Winterflame (Deceased) Sister - Yulima Winterflame (Deceased) Sister - Narya Winterflame (Deceased) Fluent Language: Canine & Vani Basic Language: Common Poor Language: None.

[Alekxandra Winterflame]

Character Concept Virtues: Independent, pragmatic, loyal, fiesty Flaws: Blunt, aggressive, rash, secretive Alekxandra is a feisty playful woman that is well known within her hold to be seen in the kitchens or wandering the hold and gardens in her wolf form. Outside of cooking, she loves the outdoors even despite the fact that her wolf form really isn’t made for cold weather, especially if it comes down to tracking through the snow. Though tracking falls to wayside with boredom and it becomes pouncing through the snow in her wolf form more often enough. Alek isn’t usually one to wallow in anger, however she can become rather aggressive if she seeks an answer to something she doesn’t know. Because of this she doesn’t tend to think things through before acting or even speaking. Many within the hold find her honesty either very welcome or very rude. Apperance Human Form: Alekxandra in human form easily reflects her wolf form. Tall and thin, she stands about 5’10 and barely rounds out to 120 lbs. She’s fairly pale due to the fact she spends a lot of her time in the kitchens though if one is close enough in daylight they can make out faint freckles along her cheekbones and nose. Her hair falls just below her shoulders in soft red waves that is usually pulled up in a haphazard twist with her heirloom hairpin while in the kitchens or tracking, but is usually left free during down time. Wolf form: In wolf form Alek stands out against the stark white of Avanthal’s snow. Her markings almost resemble a red fox on excessively long legs. Her height to the shoulders makes her 32” tall and a mere 46 lbs in weight. Most of her body is covered in red fur that is mirrored in her human form, save for her legs, muzzle, and strip of fur down her back in black. Just beneath her throat the fur is white, and there is white laced through her short tail as well. The thicker fur across her neck and shoulders is actually capable of ruffling, which can cause her to look much heavier and larger when she’s feeling threatened or aggressive. Character History Alekxandra is the youngest of four siblings, none of which she is actually blood related to. Her mother had taken her in when the baby Kelvic had been found on the threshold of the Winterflame Hold. Her middle sister, Yulima, insists that their mother only took her in because their father had died just monthes before to the Northern Reaches. Naturally her mother Elisia firmly denies the the claim, but it has caused a rift between her and the other girls. Her brother Liam however she is extremely close with and she tends to confide best in him than anyone else of her family. As far as her original parents are concerned no one seems to know who they were. Some speculate she could be the product of an out of wedlock union, causing some to spread rumors out of curiosity but are friendly otherwise. Others believe she had been born to traders visiting and purposely left behind to avoid extra responsibility. Either way Alekxandra doesn’t care much to know of her birth parents, one of the few answers she avoids digging into. She loves her family, demeaning sisters including, and instead puts her engery into serving the hold as best she can. She takes after her mother in terms of cooking, but her brother Liam is the one who’s taught her tracking and survival in the Northern Reaches, much to their mother’s dismay. Post Creation - 516 AV : The ending of fall found Alek's family in a heap of trouble. The hunt for Morwen's followers managed to claim the lives of her family and left Alek both alone and lost. The Kelvic barely managed to survive long enough to find herself on the outskirts of Endrykas where she has been in hiding along the edge as far as she dare within safety. Once confident, the emotional scars have left the girl skittish and only willing to interact with others when forced. It is only realizing she can't spend her entire life in hiding that pushes her to discover more about the moving city she's called home since winter.

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Possessions and Housing Clothing Simple Dress Simple Undergarments Simple Cloak Simple Boots Backpack Comb (Wood) Brush (Wood) Soap Razor Balanced Rations (1 Week’s Worth) 1 eating knife Flint & Steel 1 Waterskin Dagger (Kris) Cooking Toolkit 100 Gold Mizas Housing Alekxandra currently resides within the Godiva's Refuge until she can get her feet back where they belong. The room is simple with a bed and dresser, but the Kelvic spends little time within the walls of the tower anyway. Heirloom A simple metal hair pin her mother gave her for her first birthday

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Skills   Novice Skill SP/RB/XP Total Proficiency Acrobatics 1 XP 1 of 100 Novice Body Building 2 XP 2 of 100 Novice Butchering 7 XP 7 of 100 Novice Cleaning 4 XP 4 of 100 Novice Climbing 2 XP 2 of 100 Novice Cosmetology 1 XP 1 of 100 Novice Dagger (Kris) 5 SP 5 of 100 Novice Endurance 2 XP 2 of 100 Novice Flirting 2 XP 2 of 100 Novice Food Preparation 1 XP 1 of 100 Novice Food Preservation 2 XP 2 of 100 Novice Hunting 10 RB 10 of 100 Novice Intimidation 1 XP 1 of 100 Novice Leadership 1 XP 1 of 100 Novice Massage 1 XP 1 0f 100 Novice Observation 25 XP 25 of 100 Novice Organization 1 XP 1 of 100 Novice Philosophy 2 XP 2 of 100 Novice Rhetoric 1 XP 1 of 100 Novice Socialization 5 XP 5 of 100 Novice Stealth 1 XP 1 of 100 Novice Subterfuge 1 XP 1 of 100 Novice Tactics 2 XP 2 of 100 Novice Teaching 1 XP 1 of 100 Novice Team Work 2 XP 2 of 100 Novice Tracking 9 SP 9 of 100 Novice Wilderness Survival - Tundra 10 SP 10 of 100 Novice [tabset=200]   Competent Skill SP/RB/XP Total Proficiency Cooking 26 SP, 13 XP 39 of 100 Competent [tabset=200]   Expert Skill SP/RB/XP Total Proficiency NA NA NA NA [tabset=200]   Master Skill SP/RB/XP Total Proficiency NA NA NA NA

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Lores   People Epifanio: Of Snowsong Hold Epifanio: Charming, flirtatious, handsome, honest Epifanio: Plays a Gamba he named ‘Eisen’ Epifanio: A bard at The Red Diamond Tavern Sophya: A matronly Winterflame cook Solemn: “The world looks better up-side-down.” Solemn: Kelvic Baltair: Kind. Without a Catch? Baltair: Irritatingly Kind Nevar Winterflame: Boss Eirolta: Right hand “man” of Nevar Eirolta: A Good Mentor Zsuka Winterflame: Owner of Tasty Flakes   Geography Avanthal: Winterflame Hold Avanthal, Winterflame Hold: The Practice Kitchens Avanthal location: The Temple of Everwinter Avanthal location: Ice Fields Cemetery Endrykas: A City Rising from Grass Lore of Avanthal Geography (SP)   Trade Cooking: Proper red meat temperature (SP) Cooking: Knowing when you’ve used too much of one flavour Butchering: Splitting a hare carcass Butchering: Hare fore legs hold little meat Cooking: Paring knife is ideal for slicing meat from bone Teaching: Showing by example Cosmetology: Pinning hair into a loose twist Cooking: Elk Tenderloin (A delicate meat) Cooking: Uses of a boning knife Cooking: Trimming and preparing tenderloin Cooking: Fat in the meat: Marble Cooking: Separating portions of meat Cooking: Waste from messing up a cut Cooking: Cleaning off fat from meat Cooking: Don’t remove all fat. Fat is flavor. Cooking: Silverskin: making sure it is all exposed Cooking: Using a knife to separate silver-skin from meat Cooking: Grain of meat; Direction muscles go. Cooking: Gliding the knife and pulling the silver-skin. Easy removal technique. Cooking: proper portions of a loin Cooking: using scraps for chainmeat Cooking: Result of not cutting deep enough Organization: Keeping meat in proper workspace Always Clean Your Hands Before You Cook Make Use of Food Before It Goes Bad Raw Potatoes Are Harder to Slice Powdered Potato Acts as a Thickening Agent "Better to Take Small Steps First" Make Sure Lumps Are Out of Dry Ingredients Before They Get Wet Pudding: Bring the Mixture to a Boil Too Much Heat Will Burn the Food Work in Large Kitchens Requires Speed Adding Ingredients Slowly Can Help Recipe: Pudding "With the best meals always come the worst dishes." The Best Way to Work Is Up Cleaning: Start at One End and Work Toward the Other Use Pot Holders to Keep from Being Burned Hot Water and Soap: Good for Cleaning Up Fat When in Doubt, Use More Water Herbs: So Many Still to Learn   Personal Seeing father’s grave brings out the worst in Alek’s sisters Liam: A caring brother Alekxandra: One can only get into trouble if one is caught Trees are a rare beauty in Avanthal Stealth: One Ear on the Threat Intimidation: Snap and Snarl Socialization: Following directions Observation: Watch closely when being taught Kelvic Noses Are Sharper Alek's Hands: Conditioned to Heat Take Pride in Your Work Alekxandra: At night is when she feels most alive   Religion Morwen: Failed to bring Winter   Physical Acrobatics: Keeping one’s balance isn’t easy! Climbing: Plot ascent beforehand Climbing: Keep your body close to the medium Climbing: Using your legs   Mental Leadership: Delegating minor tasks to others Subterfuge: Disguising a blush in the heat of a fire Philosophy: One must seek their own life’s happiness, rather than wishing on stars Stories make us curious about the world beyond Flirting: Inviting competitive challenge Flirting: Subtle teasing

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Ledger 518 AV Alekxandra was found wandering in the Sea of Grass late in the winter of 517 AV. She has no possessions at the the start of Spring 518 and thus took a position as a Nakivak in Riverfall to survive.   Spring Purchase Cost Total Start of Spring - 0GM 517 AV   Summer Purchase Cost Total Cashed in Avanthal Housing +500GM 552GM 1 Large Tent Package -500 GM 52 GM Horse exchange - 1 Wagon, 1 Oxen - 52 GM Gloves -5sm 51GM, 5sm Cooking Toolkit -10gm 41gm, 5sm Deer meat (1 pound) -1gm 40gm, 5sm 516 AV   Winter Purchase Cost Total Winter 516 Living Expense -45 GM 52GM   Fall Purchase Cost Total Fall 516 Living Expense -45 GM 97 GM   Summer Purchase Cost Total Starting +100 GM 100 GM Dagger (Kris) -5 GM 95 GM Summer 516 Wages +182 GM 277 GM Summer 516 Common Living Expense -135 GM 142 GM

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Thread List 517 AV   Summer Date Thread Who XP Lores 18th The Night We Met Taurina XP : N/A Lores : N/A 20th In the Light of Day Taurina XP : N/A Lores : N/A 516 AV   Winter Date Thread Who XP Lores 19th A Storm Rages and Friendship Forms Baltair XP : Observation - 4 XP, Stealth - 1 XP, Intimidation - 1 XP Lores : To be adjusted   Fall Inactive (One post made, hence fall expenses)   Summer Date Thread Who XP Lores 10th ✨ A Cut Above The Rest Alekxandra XP Graded : Cooking +5, Butchering +5, Socialization +2, Organization +1, Observation +5 Lores : To be adjusted 20th ❄ A View From Above Solemn Warborn XP : Observation +2, Acrobatics +1, Climbing +2, Socialization +3, Cosmetology +1, Endurance +1 Lores : Trees are a rare beauty in Avanthal, Avanthal location: The Temple of Everwinter, Avanthal location: Ice Fields Cemetery, Seeing father’s grave brings out the worst in Alek’s sisters, Liam: A caring brother, Alekxandra: One can only get into trouble if one is caught, Acrobatics: Keeping one’s balance isn’t easy!, Climbing: Plot ascent beforehand, Solemn: “The world looks better up-side-down.”, Solemn: Kelvic, Cosmetology: Pinning hair into a loose twist, Climbing: Keep your body close to the medium, Climbing: Using your legs 26th The Way to a Man’s Heart Epifanio Snowsong XP : Observation +3, Cooking +4, Socialization +3, Rhetoric +1, Flirting +2, Butchering +2, Leadership +1, Subterfuge +1, Teaching +1, Philosophy +2 Lores : Alekxandra: At night is when she feels most alive, Avanthal: Winterflame Hold, Avanthal: Winterflame Hold: The Practice Kitchens, Cooking: Knowing when you’ve used too much of one flavour, Flirting: Subtle teasing, Butchering: Splitting a hare carcass, Epifanio: Of Snowsong Hold, Epifanio: Charming, flirtatious, handsome, honest, Epifanio: Plays a Gamba he named ‘Eisen’, Epifanio: A bard at The Red Diamond Tavern, Sophya: A matronly Winterflame cook, Butchering: Hare fore legs hold little meat, Leadership: Delegating minor tasks to others, Subterfuge: Disguising a blush in the heat of a fire, Cooking: Paring knife is ideal for slicing meat from bone, Teaching: Showing by example, Philosophy: One must seek their own life’s happiness, rather than wishing on stars, Stories make us curious about the world beyond, Flirting: Inviting competitive challenge 36th ✨ Something A Little Sweet Alekxandra XP : Cooking +4, Endurance +1, Food Preparation +1,Food Preservation +2, Massage +1, Observation +2, Socialization +1 Lores : To be adjusted 44th Food Fight Isaac Iceglaze XP : N/A Lores : To be adjusted 47th ✨ The Clean Up Alekxandra XP : Body Building +2, Cleaning +4, Observation +3, Organization +1, Socialization +2, Tactics +2, Team Work +2 Lores : To be adjusted 51st-55th Witching Hour People : Argos, Isaac Iceglaze, Micah Frostfawn XP : N/A Lores : To be adjusted

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There was many things Alekxandra was bitter over. The abandonment of her birth parents, her adopted sister’s lack of compassion towards her. But perhaps most of all she hated the snow. It reflected back to her the things she often felt the harshest. A bitter chill resting in her chest where she felt most out of place. She did not fit in the icy harshness of the north, and it seemed her wolf side reflected this more than anything else.

Her fur was not thick, nor did it blend in with the blinding white that surrounded her. Her legs were long, but not made to trudge through the constant snowfall that blanketed her so called home. Her size was not meant to hunt the wildlife outside the city, save perhaps for the odd hare that she could manage to track down. She did not belong here, and despite her mother and brother’s love she could not help but feel that the snow pointed most strongly to her.

Outsider...

”Perhaps my dear you should pray to Morwen for guidance. You are of her people after all.” No matter how Alek wished she could deny it to her mother, she could never voice her opinion back. She was not Vantha, nor was she even born of even one Vantha parent as far as she knew. But she respected her mother far too much as the woman had treated her with nothing but love, as if she had birthed her herself. It was that respect that led her to the Everwinter temple. She had never prayed to Morwen herself strictly for her personal problems, never entirely understood the concept of weighing a deity down with such problems when she had a whole city of people to care for, but perhaps she could obtain something --anything -- that might lead her to feel at home.


It was no surprise it was quiet within the temple, but besides the beauty of the artwork around her Alek had no idea what she should do. There were several Vantha scattered about the temple, all silent in pray, or mediation, she wasn’t sure there was much of a difference. All of her prays had been from home and she wasn't sure if they entirely counted in the long run.

“You have never been here before have you?” Alek whirled around to face the kind smile of a priestess. It took her only a moment to realize that compared to the others within the temple she probably stuck out like a sore thumb, like anywhere else she seemed to go. She radiated nerves given she couldn’t even stand still without shifting her weight from one leg to the other.

”I don’t belong.” Were the only words she could manage to mumble as her eyes went back to scanning the others in the temple. If her words phased the priestess she didn’t show it however. The smile did not waver from her as she gently rested a hand on Alek’s forearm.

”Perhaps you are different, but does that truly mean you do not belong?” Alek could not keep the frown from pulling at her lips. It seemed more of a riddle than a question, and it was something she had asked herself nearly daily. But somewhere along the question she had never truly sought the answer. Having someone else ask the question… there was little she could do but focus on trying to find the answer.

If an answer did indeed exist.

So as the priestess released her arm and moved on, Alek closed her eyes tightly and focused all her energy to praying to a Goddess she had seen but never asked for guidance from.

”Queen Morwen… I’m not sure you can hear me.”

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The chill of night was of course deeper than the day, though Alek wasn’t sure if she truly noticed a difference anymore. Another argument with one of her sisters meant she had to escape the hold to even feel as if she could breathe. The cold however settled in her lungs and made it harder to take in air and escape didn’t feel much different from inside than out.

Regardless she trudged through the snow shivering towards the center of the city where Morwen’s ice castle lay. The amount of layers she wore didn’t seem to prevent the wind from cutting through to her skin and she knew that she couldn’t actually remain out in the dark for too long before major damage to her extremities would settle in.

In mid step through the snow movement caught her eye above her. It wasn’t something she hadn’t seen a million times before but she came to a halt anyway and dropped her head back. The aurora twisted through the sky above her. It’s colors swirling across the sky in a myriad of bright colors.

”Whoa…” The word fell from her lips before she could stop it. She had seen the greens and yellows of the aurora before, but this time there was more. So much more. Blue streaked straight through the edges of the aurora, but what caught her eye was the single bright red streak of color through the middle of the aurora. It took her by surprise, enough to rob her of breath more than the temperature around her. This color she had never seen before.

There was something about the simple red color in the sky above her. As it twisted shape above her she realized in that moment she had been wrong… very wrong about the world around her.

Yes it could blinding and harsh, cold enough to easily rob someone of life. But above her was proof of more. That the world she was living in was more than capable of reflecting just the white. This place was special.... different.

She was bitter over abandonment, perhaps she always would be. Maybe she would never get along with her sisters. But this place, her home , was not reflecting bitterness back to her. The single red streak that was very gently reflected into the snow beneath her was proof there was a place for her.

The feeling seemed to meld right into her, becoming as much a part of her as the wolf. She was different but that didn’t mean she didn’t belong. She could be the single red streak amongst the falling snow. Something about that thought warmed her chest. The chill of the wind around had not lessened but perhaps realizing there was more beauty to the world around than she first thought made the harshness of the wind seem diminished. There was a beauty in her just as the snow swirling around her. She just had to find it. And now she realized she had a home that mirrored her inner struggle. Not just the negative but the postive, and she was the one who chose with path to focus on. The beauty or the bitterness.

”I belong.” She whispered, closing her eyes as the words emerged. Taking a deep breath of air Alek enjoyed for the first time the burn of the cold filling her lungs. Opening her eyes she locked her vision onto the single streak of red and grinned brightly at the sky. Almost on instinct Alek reached out and pulled the glove off her left hand. The cold bit into her skin, but she ignored it. Instead she knelt down and lightly ran her fingers through the snow. Entranced by the colored snow she almost missed the slightest sound of shuffling behind her.

Whirling around Alek’s eyes landed on the one she had spent her life praying to. Queen Morwen wasn’t an unusual sight within Avanthal of course, and this wasn’t the first time she had ever laid eyes on her. It was however the first time she had come face to face with their beautiful queen.

”I belong.” Was the first thing to come to her, and her mouth sputtered the words before she could stop herself. As if Queen Morwen could possibly know what she was thinking, or even praying before. Then again she was a goddess… Alek had little doubt that she was capable of knowing many things. To her time felt as frozen as the land around her, save for the wind whipping around them.

”Indeed.” Alekxandra blinked as her goddess spoke. A confirmation of her mother’s words made her heart melt. Before she could respond, or even get her body to move, Morwen stepped forward.

A gentle hand reached out and clasped Alek’s ungloved hand, lifting it before her and then placing her other to encompass her hand between both her own. The warmth swimming through her chest suddenly seemed to spread throughout her body.The hand held within Morwen’s tingled across the back out of her vision, though her grasp did not last long. Releasing her hand, Morwen gifted her with a small smile and nod before stepping past Alekxandra towards her castle.

”Welcome home.” The words floated to her on the wind and Alek couldn’t help but stare after her goddess in shock. It was a particular strong blast of wind that threw snow into her face that finally snapped Alek out of her stupor. Her eyes fell to her left hand, the back of which was no longer simply pale skin. The elegant snowflake of Morwen’s mark now decorated her hand.

Closing her eyes Alek brought the mark to her lips. She muttered a heartfelt thank you in prayer against her hand before she regrettably shoved the newly marked hand into her glove. Even with her queen’s approval she couldn’t remain out in the night forever.

Her problems would still be her problems in the morning. She would still fight with her sisters, and struggle with her birth parents. But she gained a home that had always been with her, she just had to see it. And now it marked her as a symbol for everyone else to see as well.