Post by Encore on Nov 10, 2007 19:17:54 GMT -5
Name: Silver Dove
Age: 16
Species: Human
Gender: Female
Color:
Silver Dove is a very complex figure, though she doesn't act that way. Her build is very small, making her weak and very timid. She only stands 5'4, and weighs only about 110 pounds. This is due to not eating very much, and traveling everywhere for years. She really is a fragile thing, and would probably need something to rely on to make it through life without dying of hunger or anything of the such. Because of this, she honestly really has no muscles, though she's gained a few from hauling baskets of food back and forth at her old village. Other than that, though, she's basically a twig. As for her skin, it is a reddish color due to her heritage, but is nice and tan. This is because she's also been out in the sun a lot.
This girl's face is very petite, her cheekbones sitting high upon her face. Her head comes down to a petite, softer point at her chin, making her look very fragile and innocent, also very young. As for her eyes, they are very large and dark brown. They also hold innocence, caring, obidience and loyalty, never hatred, for she has never felt such an emotion in her life. Most of the time, they dart around scared like. Her nose fits her face perfectly, small like the rest of her body. Her lips are a tan color like the rest of her face, though a little big because of her heritage, also.
Hair. Silver Dove's hair is her pride. Also due to her being a Native American, it is long, and almost black. Her hair is also fairly thick. It's not exactly straight down like you'd see in most women, but a tad gnarled and usually tangly, due to its always down. When it's down, it comes down to her butt. In the front of her hair, there are two beaded holders that are black and white, and hold back a little hair. (see reference picture) But when it's not down, and when it's up on special occassion, I can almost gaurentee it's held in a thick braid that reaches her mid-back. On occassion, she wears a silver feather in her hair.
Last but not least is Silver Dove's clothing. For a summary since I know this is very long, it's a tan deerskin dress that reaches just below her knees. Many long strands that have been cut into it hand down to her shins. There are no sleeves to this dress, though there are also strands that have been cut into them that reach the bottom of her shoulder. This is a petite dress that shows her curves, but gives her air and room to move. She also wears boot/moccasins that have many intricate designs on them, and the main color is white. And very last is the jewelry. Silver Dove wears a heavily beaded, white necklace that hangs almost down to her stomach. (See reference picture) All in all, she is very beautiful.
Side: Light
Personality:
Silver Dove's body fits her personality. As her mass seems small and weak, her mentality is almost completely the same. She is very quiet and softspoken, never will you hear her give an opinion unless asked. Never does she even talk, unless spoken to, as she was taught. But if she would seem to be clumbsy because of her small stature, that is hardly right. She is very graceful, and moves as easily as the water in a river flows. This also causes people to believe she is weak, which is the case. She will immidiately give into someone if they ask something of her, and will never disobey orders, even if they might be lazy. Silver Dove always seems innocent, which she is, and won't do wrong. She is very reliable and trustworthy.
This femme is very nice, but to intruders or Darks, not at all. In the first place, she will not even tamper with them. Most of the time, she's scared of others, and most of all males because of past experiences she's had with them. But she's willing to give them a chance, and start over new. Silver Dove is also very gentle. She's gentle with plants, animals, and children, which would make her a good mother, which she hopes to be someday. They interest her a lot, and she's good with village children. Most often, when she's alone, you will be able to hear her singing to herself. Her voice is beautiful and very soothing, much like her voice if you ever get the rare chance to get her to talk to you.
History:
Silver Dove was born in this same tribe, 17 years ago in the summertime, when you often see doves. It was a nice morning out, and very beautiful. Her mother a few complications, though, and a few afters after Silver Dove was born, her mother died. She didn't know any better, and she never really knew what a mother was from there. Her father never could care for her, though, since he was always hunting and taking care of the tribe. In her very early teens, he went to war, and never came back. Silver Dove never felt much for him, since she was always with the village women who'd taken care of her after her mother died. She wasn't stricken with grief, only a little sad. He was her father, after all.
After that, Silver Dove's tribe went to war with another tribe, causing hers to dramatically drop in numbers. She lost the tribe women who took care of her, and she was captured as a prisoner of war. The men there did awful things to her, things I won't even mention. They left her scarred for the rest of her life, and still to this day. She's very touchy around them, and will try to avoid them at all costs. Don't be surprised if she ran off at merely looking at one. But she managed to escape, befriending a horse and riding off in the middle of the night, not taking anyone else because she found she couldn't trust anybody.
Soon after, Silver Dove had traveled so far, she'd eventually reached this place. Afterwards, she turned the horse loose to the wild, never to see the young stallion ever again. She honestly hopes in coming here, she would be able to start fresh and turn a new leaf. Even though she can't trust many people, she knows she can't survive without a tribe, so she's hoping to find one that will accept her, and not turn her down because she's weak or worthless.
Example Post: (This is a recycled post with Phantom)
As Phantom finished asking questions, he glanced back at the poor femme again, realizing that her auds were just swiveling with anger. What had he done to anger her? That was not something he wanted to do, but it was before he asked his questions. Was she mad because he wasn't paying attention? He did that often, getting lost in his train of thought, and then minutes later he would realize he was staring or something rude of the sort. But he only brushed it off like it was nothing, and continued to stand still, completely still for both their sakes. It would be wiser to continue moving rapidly to keep the cold out, but poor Venus would probably think him physcotic or crazy. He got those kinds of looks often when he talked to himself and mosied on by strangers.
Venus seemed to relax once he did speak, for she wasn't tense anymore, nor were her audits swiveling and pinning down. Even at this, Phantom remained completely emotionless. He didn't want other equines going around thinking he was weak or a pansy. No, that's just not how it would be. Phantom was a brave boy, he was, but he didn't provoke others. He would stand up for what was right, but he would back down if a superior that meant well said so. He was a gentleman, but if he had to fight, he would go full out. Truth was, this stag was full of irony. Very many opposite sides to him, which was rather strange. Getting pulled out of his thoughts again before Venus could realize he was staring into space past her, coal black orbs blinked a few times before he could finally focus on the little broken femme before him. Now she seemed cheery. Talk about moodswings...Phantom still couldn't figure out the complex mind of dames, even if he did know a lot about them. He figured it would stay that way, for he'd never met such a fellow who knew about them so well.
Once the large gray stag dipped his nape to meet Venus' features, she looked utterly shocked. Which in turn made a small smile play on Phantom's black muzzle. His breathing was quiet and controlled, for he didn't want to breathe in her face. That would be very rude, and mind you, he wasn't a rude boy. His coal black optics glimmered and sparkled for that of a moment, and then they disappeared, though they watched Venus amusingly. Most were shocked by his courtesy and manners. This femme was no different. She'd probably lived a life with jackas.ses who treated her as if she were only a speck of dirt, judging from the size of her frame, and how broken her mind looked. Phantom's insides began to boil, but his face showed nothing of his anger that was collecting. Someone who would cause so much pain to a femme who looked like she had probably did nothing deserved to die. Now his curiousity sparked, wondering exactly where she lived. As her head lowered to meet his, his coal black eyes looked directly into hers, but he still had the small, comforting smile upon his muzzle.
Fine, I suppose. That sounded like a full out lie to Phantom. No, it wasn't easy reading others for him, but by the way she was in and out of thought, and her body mass, she didn't look fine. There were so many words to describe how she looked, but the dapple-gray stag shook his head so. "You look anything but fine." He said quietly, though his voice was still husky and rusted. No, Phantom was not trying to provoke her or make her angry in any way, he just wanted to know the truth, or possibly get information out of Venus. His smile disappeared and was replaced with a concerned look. Never had the buck met such a female that intruiged him so. He wanted so badly to ask where she was from, but he did not ask in fear of angering her. It would most likely sound rude and she would probably take it the wrong way, but he kept it in his mind for later reference.
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Age: 16
Species: Human
Gender: Female
Color:
Silver Dove is a very complex figure, though she doesn't act that way. Her build is very small, making her weak and very timid. She only stands 5'4, and weighs only about 110 pounds. This is due to not eating very much, and traveling everywhere for years. She really is a fragile thing, and would probably need something to rely on to make it through life without dying of hunger or anything of the such. Because of this, she honestly really has no muscles, though she's gained a few from hauling baskets of food back and forth at her old village. Other than that, though, she's basically a twig. As for her skin, it is a reddish color due to her heritage, but is nice and tan. This is because she's also been out in the sun a lot.
This girl's face is very petite, her cheekbones sitting high upon her face. Her head comes down to a petite, softer point at her chin, making her look very fragile and innocent, also very young. As for her eyes, they are very large and dark brown. They also hold innocence, caring, obidience and loyalty, never hatred, for she has never felt such an emotion in her life. Most of the time, they dart around scared like. Her nose fits her face perfectly, small like the rest of her body. Her lips are a tan color like the rest of her face, though a little big because of her heritage, also.
Hair. Silver Dove's hair is her pride. Also due to her being a Native American, it is long, and almost black. Her hair is also fairly thick. It's not exactly straight down like you'd see in most women, but a tad gnarled and usually tangly, due to its always down. When it's down, it comes down to her butt. In the front of her hair, there are two beaded holders that are black and white, and hold back a little hair. (see reference picture) But when it's not down, and when it's up on special occassion, I can almost gaurentee it's held in a thick braid that reaches her mid-back. On occassion, she wears a silver feather in her hair.
Last but not least is Silver Dove's clothing. For a summary since I know this is very long, it's a tan deerskin dress that reaches just below her knees. Many long strands that have been cut into it hand down to her shins. There are no sleeves to this dress, though there are also strands that have been cut into them that reach the bottom of her shoulder. This is a petite dress that shows her curves, but gives her air and room to move. She also wears boot/moccasins that have many intricate designs on them, and the main color is white. And very last is the jewelry. Silver Dove wears a heavily beaded, white necklace that hangs almost down to her stomach. (See reference picture) All in all, she is very beautiful.
Side: Light
Personality:
Silver Dove's body fits her personality. As her mass seems small and weak, her mentality is almost completely the same. She is very quiet and softspoken, never will you hear her give an opinion unless asked. Never does she even talk, unless spoken to, as she was taught. But if she would seem to be clumbsy because of her small stature, that is hardly right. She is very graceful, and moves as easily as the water in a river flows. This also causes people to believe she is weak, which is the case. She will immidiately give into someone if they ask something of her, and will never disobey orders, even if they might be lazy. Silver Dove always seems innocent, which she is, and won't do wrong. She is very reliable and trustworthy.
This femme is very nice, but to intruders or Darks, not at all. In the first place, she will not even tamper with them. Most of the time, she's scared of others, and most of all males because of past experiences she's had with them. But she's willing to give them a chance, and start over new. Silver Dove is also very gentle. She's gentle with plants, animals, and children, which would make her a good mother, which she hopes to be someday. They interest her a lot, and she's good with village children. Most often, when she's alone, you will be able to hear her singing to herself. Her voice is beautiful and very soothing, much like her voice if you ever get the rare chance to get her to talk to you.
History:
Silver Dove was born in this same tribe, 17 years ago in the summertime, when you often see doves. It was a nice morning out, and very beautiful. Her mother a few complications, though, and a few afters after Silver Dove was born, her mother died. She didn't know any better, and she never really knew what a mother was from there. Her father never could care for her, though, since he was always hunting and taking care of the tribe. In her very early teens, he went to war, and never came back. Silver Dove never felt much for him, since she was always with the village women who'd taken care of her after her mother died. She wasn't stricken with grief, only a little sad. He was her father, after all.
After that, Silver Dove's tribe went to war with another tribe, causing hers to dramatically drop in numbers. She lost the tribe women who took care of her, and she was captured as a prisoner of war. The men there did awful things to her, things I won't even mention. They left her scarred for the rest of her life, and still to this day. She's very touchy around them, and will try to avoid them at all costs. Don't be surprised if she ran off at merely looking at one. But she managed to escape, befriending a horse and riding off in the middle of the night, not taking anyone else because she found she couldn't trust anybody.
Soon after, Silver Dove had traveled so far, she'd eventually reached this place. Afterwards, she turned the horse loose to the wild, never to see the young stallion ever again. She honestly hopes in coming here, she would be able to start fresh and turn a new leaf. Even though she can't trust many people, she knows she can't survive without a tribe, so she's hoping to find one that will accept her, and not turn her down because she's weak or worthless.
Example Post: (This is a recycled post with Phantom)
As Phantom finished asking questions, he glanced back at the poor femme again, realizing that her auds were just swiveling with anger. What had he done to anger her? That was not something he wanted to do, but it was before he asked his questions. Was she mad because he wasn't paying attention? He did that often, getting lost in his train of thought, and then minutes later he would realize he was staring or something rude of the sort. But he only brushed it off like it was nothing, and continued to stand still, completely still for both their sakes. It would be wiser to continue moving rapidly to keep the cold out, but poor Venus would probably think him physcotic or crazy. He got those kinds of looks often when he talked to himself and mosied on by strangers.
Venus seemed to relax once he did speak, for she wasn't tense anymore, nor were her audits swiveling and pinning down. Even at this, Phantom remained completely emotionless. He didn't want other equines going around thinking he was weak or a pansy. No, that's just not how it would be. Phantom was a brave boy, he was, but he didn't provoke others. He would stand up for what was right, but he would back down if a superior that meant well said so. He was a gentleman, but if he had to fight, he would go full out. Truth was, this stag was full of irony. Very many opposite sides to him, which was rather strange. Getting pulled out of his thoughts again before Venus could realize he was staring into space past her, coal black orbs blinked a few times before he could finally focus on the little broken femme before him. Now she seemed cheery. Talk about moodswings...Phantom still couldn't figure out the complex mind of dames, even if he did know a lot about them. He figured it would stay that way, for he'd never met such a fellow who knew about them so well.
Once the large gray stag dipped his nape to meet Venus' features, she looked utterly shocked. Which in turn made a small smile play on Phantom's black muzzle. His breathing was quiet and controlled, for he didn't want to breathe in her face. That would be very rude, and mind you, he wasn't a rude boy. His coal black optics glimmered and sparkled for that of a moment, and then they disappeared, though they watched Venus amusingly. Most were shocked by his courtesy and manners. This femme was no different. She'd probably lived a life with jackas.ses who treated her as if she were only a speck of dirt, judging from the size of her frame, and how broken her mind looked. Phantom's insides began to boil, but his face showed nothing of his anger that was collecting. Someone who would cause so much pain to a femme who looked like she had probably did nothing deserved to die. Now his curiousity sparked, wondering exactly where she lived. As her head lowered to meet his, his coal black eyes looked directly into hers, but he still had the small, comforting smile upon his muzzle.
Fine, I suppose. That sounded like a full out lie to Phantom. No, it wasn't easy reading others for him, but by the way she was in and out of thought, and her body mass, she didn't look fine. There were so many words to describe how she looked, but the dapple-gray stag shook his head so. "You look anything but fine." He said quietly, though his voice was still husky and rusted. No, Phantom was not trying to provoke her or make her angry in any way, he just wanted to know the truth, or possibly get information out of Venus. His smile disappeared and was replaced with a concerned look. Never had the buck met such a female that intruiged him so. He wanted so badly to ask where she was from, but he did not ask in fear of angering her. It would most likely sound rude and she would probably take it the wrong way, but he kept it in his mind for later reference.
Picture:
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