Sori

[Sori]

.:The Basics:.

Name -- Sori
Nickname(s) -- None
Gender -- Female
Age -- About 17
Race -- Gryphon

.:The Looks:.

For her age, Sori is rather short. She stands at 5’3” and is rather normal in appearance figure-wise. Being a teen, she’s at that stage in life where she isn’t quite thin, isn’t quite pudgy; as I said, normal. Despite her normalcy, Sori dons a head of long white hair that darkens to a pale gold coloration near the tips. Her eyes are an oddly bright yellow coloration that stands out against her pale skin like a sore thumb. A sprinkling of freckles kiss Sori’s shoulders and the bridge of her nose, a testament to the copious amount of time she spends outdoors.

As for clothing, Sori would rather run about in a pair of loose wrap-pants and shirt than a dress any day. She has a great dislike of tight clothing and formal attire, preferring being “foot-loose and fancy-free.”

In Gryphon-form, Sori is quite formidable. She stands at 3.5 feet from paw to shoulder while her length is a 9 feet from beak to tail. Sori has the white head and wings of a gyrfalcon, which attributes to her odd hair coloring and pale visage. Then, her main body is that of a puma’s, a tarnished gold hue that begins at the tips of her hair. While in this form, Sori prefers flying over walking, but, when in need of stealth, walking is her preference.

When Sori is well-rested and calm, she can allow attributes of her gryphon-form to meld into her human-form, which allows for her to have “the best of both worlds”, so to speak.

.:History:.

When it comes to her life, Sori knows close to nothing. She just kind of woke up one day when she was about five or so on the side of the road with a headache from bloody Hell. At times she seems to recall foggy details of a home, but other than that her past is forgotten to her. Though, Sori learned to not dwell upon such things. She finds happiness in her Gryphon form, which is the only solid piece of information she knows about her past.

Either way, a few days after wandering about on the road, Sori was taken in by a farmer and his wife. They didn’t pay any heed to her odd hair or mannerisms, pitying her for her circumstance and young age. But, as Sori grew, their kindness seemed more like simple greed; for when the rare argument would arise, they would throw back how they “clothed and fed her and this is how she repaid them” bit.

Sori’s suspicions were quickly confirmed when, one day, her adoptive parents told her she was going to get married. Knowing they wouldn’t take “no” as an answer, Sori didn’t stick around and quite literally flew out her window.

Ever since, she has been traveling the road, half-heartedly looking for somewhere to stay. The thought of a home sounds nice every once and a while, but there’s no comparing to the freedom of the road and the sky.

.:More than anything else the sensation is one of perfect peace mingled with an excitement that strains every nerve to the utmost, if you can conceive of such a combination.:.

[HoudiniDerek]

Approved.