Post by robinwing on Apr 2, 2012 14:16:36 GMT -5
Name: Marcia Warden
Age: 17
Race: Human
Physical Description: Marcia is curvy, and short, about 5’3” and 105 lbs. She has long curly brown hair down to the middle of her back, and her skin has many freckles. She also has dark grey eyes, usually sparkling with mirth. She mostly wears a simple grey cloth shirt, green tunic, rough grey pants, hardy, brown shin-high boots and a mottled green and grey cloak. She also carries a horn on a strap, in case she runs into trouble.
Personality: Marcia is rather shy, preferring forests to strangers. Just as the animals in the forest shy from a face they don’t know, a stranger in the forest will not see Marcia. Also, to be brutally honest, she’s a bit dim and painfully naïve. She is a druid, specialising healing spells, and is bonded with Caeradwen, a war horse that her father had found loose. She takes up residence in Selkia Forest, where the creatures have become used to her, and not many people go without reason. It appeals to her shyness. That’s also why she carries the horn, as a warning if she finds something dangerous and needs to warn any other travellers. When Marcia does make a friend, she is magnificently loyal, and very caring. Her job is basically to patrol the forest and try to learn it’s dangerzones, which Caeradwen is highly useful for, since she’s trained not to run from danger.
Class: Druid. Druidic magic deals with the forces of nature, mostly animals. For instance, Marcia is very connected with walking animals, like horses, and can often connect with such creatures better than the average human. It isn't hard for her to ask such animals for help when it comes to it.
Weapons:
Marcia carries a small wand made of mahogany, carved with druidic runes. She carries a black handled knife as well, but mostly for use as a tool rather than a weapon. Lastly, she has her trusty horn, which is a pale, bone-like colour, and accented with steel.
History: Born and raised in the middle of the forest, her father held the same job as she does, a forest warden, and the same horn. Marcia never knew her mother. When she was very small, her father gave her a horn of her own and sent her off to patrol the parts of the forest he knew for certain were safe, patrolling the areas that actually needed it with his bond animal, a hawk.
One day, he found a humongous filly wandering around, tacked even though she was blatantly too young to be ridden properly. He brought her back with him, planning on taking her into a nearby village to find her owner when he next went. He hadn’t expected that she and Marcia would become near inseparable so quickly, Marcia happily sitting beside the horse and pulling out grass to feed to her, eventually naming her Caeradwen. He never got around to taking Caeradwen to the village, and Marcia bonded with her, and the rest, as they say, is history.
As Marcia got older, her father started taking her on his own patrols rather than sending her into the safe parts of the forest, so she could learn how to do his job should something happen to him. And it did. Marcia was
, and when one was the other would perform the patrols alone, leaving the one in the cottage in the forest that they lived in. He left in high spirits, certain that it would be a quiet night. Even so, Marcia kept a keen ear on the sound of his horn, blaring across the woods, and Caeradwen raised her head at each and every one. All of them sounded fairly relaxed, gentle and low, to send the signal of non-imminent danger so that other travellers could avoid it. Suddenly, that pattern changed, as a loud, sudden, higher, panicked blare sounded. Marcia had her boots on and was galloping out on Caeradwen in a moment, heading towards the blare. By the time she’d got there, her father had fallen, and his attacker fled. He was cold before she arrived, with huge claw marks marring his stomach. As Marcia was crying into her father’s chest, she could also hear his favourite phrase in regards to the likelihood of death as a warden. “It’s a package deal. The forest and all it’s wonders, and the clawed creatures that kill people. You can’t have the beauty without the danger, and the death.”
She doesn’t know what became of her father’s hawk.
Quirks:
Age: 17
Race: Human
Physical Description: Marcia is curvy, and short, about 5’3” and 105 lbs. She has long curly brown hair down to the middle of her back, and her skin has many freckles. She also has dark grey eyes, usually sparkling with mirth. She mostly wears a simple grey cloth shirt, green tunic, rough grey pants, hardy, brown shin-high boots and a mottled green and grey cloak. She also carries a horn on a strap, in case she runs into trouble.
Personality: Marcia is rather shy, preferring forests to strangers. Just as the animals in the forest shy from a face they don’t know, a stranger in the forest will not see Marcia. Also, to be brutally honest, she’s a bit dim and painfully naïve. She is a druid, specialising healing spells, and is bonded with Caeradwen, a war horse that her father had found loose. She takes up residence in Selkia Forest, where the creatures have become used to her, and not many people go without reason. It appeals to her shyness. That’s also why she carries the horn, as a warning if she finds something dangerous and needs to warn any other travellers. When Marcia does make a friend, she is magnificently loyal, and very caring. Her job is basically to patrol the forest and try to learn it’s dangerzones, which Caeradwen is highly useful for, since she’s trained not to run from danger.
Class: Druid. Druidic magic deals with the forces of nature, mostly animals. For instance, Marcia is very connected with walking animals, like horses, and can often connect with such creatures better than the average human. It isn't hard for her to ask such animals for help when it comes to it.
Weapons:
Marcia carries a small wand made of mahogany, carved with druidic runes. She carries a black handled knife as well, but mostly for use as a tool rather than a weapon. Lastly, she has her trusty horn, which is a pale, bone-like colour, and accented with steel.
History: Born and raised in the middle of the forest, her father held the same job as she does, a forest warden, and the same horn. Marcia never knew her mother. When she was very small, her father gave her a horn of her own and sent her off to patrol the parts of the forest he knew for certain were safe, patrolling the areas that actually needed it with his bond animal, a hawk.
One day, he found a humongous filly wandering around, tacked even though she was blatantly too young to be ridden properly. He brought her back with him, planning on taking her into a nearby village to find her owner when he next went. He hadn’t expected that she and Marcia would become near inseparable so quickly, Marcia happily sitting beside the horse and pulling out grass to feed to her, eventually naming her Caeradwen. He never got around to taking Caeradwen to the village, and Marcia bonded with her, and the rest, as they say, is history.
As Marcia got older, her father started taking her on his own patrols rather than sending her into the safe parts of the forest, so she could learn how to do his job should something happen to him. And it did. Marcia was
, and when one was the other would perform the patrols alone, leaving the one in the cottage in the forest that they lived in. He left in high spirits, certain that it would be a quiet night. Even so, Marcia kept a keen ear on the sound of his horn, blaring across the woods, and Caeradwen raised her head at each and every one. All of them sounded fairly relaxed, gentle and low, to send the signal of non-imminent danger so that other travellers could avoid it. Suddenly, that pattern changed, as a loud, sudden, higher, panicked blare sounded. Marcia had her boots on and was galloping out on Caeradwen in a moment, heading towards the blare. By the time she’d got there, her father had fallen, and his attacker fled. He was cold before she arrived, with huge claw marks marring his stomach. As Marcia was crying into her father’s chest, she could also hear his favourite phrase in regards to the likelihood of death as a warden. “It’s a package deal. The forest and all it’s wonders, and the clawed creatures that kill people. You can’t have the beauty without the danger, and the death.”She doesn’t know what became of her father’s hawk.
Quirks:
- Marcia is a forest warden, which means that she walks patrols through the forest to monitor it’s dangerzones daily, using a horn to warn people of it.
- Marcia rests a bundle of wild roses on her father’s grave every day as she patrols, and a tiny bundle of forget-me-nots on another grave. She doesn’t know who’s buried there, but she hasn’t seen anyone else come to set down flowers, so she does it herself. She chooses these flowers because they are prominent in her cottage’s clearing.
- Marcia, due to being bonded to Caeradwen, can somewhat telepathically communicate with the warhorse.
' Bloody heck, two jobs and a BUNCH of kerfuffle later, and I'm back AGAIN.