| Player Name: | treeced | Email Address: | Email Link |
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| Character Information | Race: | Elf | |
| Character Name: | Rip | Gender: | Male |
| Soulname: | Kresh | Known by: | Himself |
| Age: | 250 | Height: | 4' |
| Complexion: | Bronzed copper | Build: | Lean, lightly muscled |
| Hair Color: | Silver | Eye Color: | Lavender |
| Length & Style: | Long, pulled back and braided | Facial Features: | Smooth, angular, chiseled |
| Tribal Position: | Hunter | Favored Colors: | Deep greens and blues, black |
| Jewelry: | White puka shell choker with a green stone centered | ||
| Scars: | Shark bite scar along inner left arm, poorly healed, scar on underside of chin. | ||
| Other Marks: | None | ||
| Former Names: | SandScrape | ||
| Heritage: | SeaElf | Tribe of Origin: | Golden Sands |
| Fears: | His secret fear is of dying alone | ||
| Dislikes: | Over talkative people. Obscurity of thought, word or deed | ||
| Likes: | Hunting deep waters, swimming and sailing | ||
| Dreams: | Of winning the love of his life and increasing the Tribe | ||
| Quirks: | Often appears engrossed | ||
| Magics: | Magic Feeling, Sending, Storm Sense | ||
| Special Magics: Finding (middling-high) | |||
| Weapons: | Long spear with fishbone point, Net | ||
| Non-Magical Skills: | Poetry, hunting, sailing a turtle shell boat | ||
| Personality: | Not one for being overly chatty, he tries to stick to saying only what needs to be said, and when. His temper is there, but runs very deep - it takes alot to really get him steamed. Though he may be a brooder, he's no loner, but his sometimes abrupt, honest nature might rear its head. | ||
| Special Notes: | Known to gaze lasciviously at Faircove but she hasn't discovered how he feels. | ||
| Family | |||
| Father: | Kelprider (Deceased) | Mother: | Wavesong (Deceased) |
| Brothers: | None | Sisters: | None |
| Soul Sibling: | None | Pups: | None |
| Lifemates: | None | Lovemates: | None, Waiting on Faircove |
| Recognized: | None | ||
| Other Family: | None | ||
Character History:  |
In his early years, on his first solo hunt,
a large white shark attacked him, tearing a long gash in his forearm that lasts to this day, giving him
his name, Rip. That particular shark got away, as might be imagined, and annually, Rip goes in search
of the beast in order to slay it, and lay that matter to rest.
As he grew older he lost both his parents, and though he thinks of them at ceremonies and the rituals of birth and death, he does not mourn their loss as deeply as when it was new. Through those same years his skills at duties and day to day tasks has grown, something else has been growing during the last many years however... Rip is secretly in love with Faircove. He has not, does not speak of it. Only watching her, gazing upon her. Some might call it staring and one or two might whisper of the look in his eyes, but no one has called him on it. |
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| Descriptions | |||
| Warm Times: | Wears a loincloth woven from sea grasses, and when ashore, grass sandals. | ||
| Storm season: | Wears the loincloth as in warm times, but covers with a woven poncho, hooded. | ||
| Dolphin Friend | |||
| Name: | Keeta | Sex: | Female |
| Age: | 5 | ||
| Appearance: | Darker blues filter her gray areas, white underbelly and under-flipper | ||
| Personality: | Demanding, insistent | ||
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| When you are ready to return home, follow the footsteps. |  |
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