Post by stealthy on Oct 7, 2010 20:08:13 GMT -5
Name: Nyx Arkwright. Her parents called her Nixie.
Age: 17 years
Gender: Female
Appearance: Nyx is of average height, standing at about 5'6, and has a lean build. She has a pretty round face, wreathed with hair the color of golden wheat. Her blue-green eyes betray her emotions, no matter how hard she tries to hide them. Most of the time, Nyx wears simple cloth or hide clothes, and a hooded brown cloak. A bow and a quiver of arrows are also to be found slung over her shoulder when she is out hunting for her next meal. Although she keeps a dress in her closet in case it is needed, she rarely wears it. Footwear are another thing buried in the closet, for Nyx mostly runs around barefoot. Years of wandering around without shoes have toughened the soles of her feet to the point where she can walk on rocky ground with admirable ease.
Picture: None. Sorry.
This field is missing from the character form in the Character Form thread, in case you didn't know.
Personality: Nyx is stubborn, always defending her point of view and unwilling to admit she is in the wrong. She is curious to the end of the world, which gets her into trouble more often than not. Although not naturally a troublemaker, when she does make up her mind to do some mischief she does so remarkably well. She is kind, and doesn't mind sharing, but will always make sure that she has enough left for herself.
History: Nyx was born and raised in the Rockies. Her father was a hunter and a blacksmith. Every day, before the break of dawn, he would take his knife and his bow and walk to the village that lay a few hours away. Around sunset, he would return, usually with a pack full of fresh meat. Nyx's mother spent the day keeping house, cooking, and teaching her skills such as reading. As she grew up, her parents taught her how to hunt; what kinds of plants (berries, mushrooms, etc.) were edible; cooking; treating skins; and even tailoring (although she never took much interest in this). Just after Nyx had turned sixteen, her father was attacked and killed by a bear. His mangled body was found a few days after the incident. After that, her mother slowly deteriorated into a shadow of her former self. Two months later, she died of sickness and grief. Nyx has been on her own ever since. Although she was never told of the dragons that inhabited that area of the mountains, she eventually found out on one of her longer hunting trips. She returns to gaze upon the weyr often, fantasizing about the great winged beasts.
Job: Although she doesn't exactly have a job, she is a good hunter, and can make bows and arrows.
General Location: She lives in a little log cabin, about a days journey on foot from the weyr.
Age: 17 years
Gender: Female
Appearance: Nyx is of average height, standing at about 5'6, and has a lean build. She has a pretty round face, wreathed with hair the color of golden wheat. Her blue-green eyes betray her emotions, no matter how hard she tries to hide them. Most of the time, Nyx wears simple cloth or hide clothes, and a hooded brown cloak. A bow and a quiver of arrows are also to be found slung over her shoulder when she is out hunting for her next meal. Although she keeps a dress in her closet in case it is needed, she rarely wears it. Footwear are another thing buried in the closet, for Nyx mostly runs around barefoot. Years of wandering around without shoes have toughened the soles of her feet to the point where she can walk on rocky ground with admirable ease.
Picture: None. Sorry.
This field is missing from the character form in the Character Form thread, in case you didn't know.
Personality: Nyx is stubborn, always defending her point of view and unwilling to admit she is in the wrong. She is curious to the end of the world, which gets her into trouble more often than not. Although not naturally a troublemaker, when she does make up her mind to do some mischief she does so remarkably well. She is kind, and doesn't mind sharing, but will always make sure that she has enough left for herself.
History: Nyx was born and raised in the Rockies. Her father was a hunter and a blacksmith. Every day, before the break of dawn, he would take his knife and his bow and walk to the village that lay a few hours away. Around sunset, he would return, usually with a pack full of fresh meat. Nyx's mother spent the day keeping house, cooking, and teaching her skills such as reading. As she grew up, her parents taught her how to hunt; what kinds of plants (berries, mushrooms, etc.) were edible; cooking; treating skins; and even tailoring (although she never took much interest in this). Just after Nyx had turned sixteen, her father was attacked and killed by a bear. His mangled body was found a few days after the incident. After that, her mother slowly deteriorated into a shadow of her former self. Two months later, she died of sickness and grief. Nyx has been on her own ever since. Although she was never told of the dragons that inhabited that area of the mountains, she eventually found out on one of her longer hunting trips. She returns to gaze upon the weyr often, fantasizing about the great winged beasts.
Job: Although she doesn't exactly have a job, she is a good hunter, and can make bows and arrows.
General Location: She lives in a little log cabin, about a days journey on foot from the weyr.
