Post by Tryavna on Aug 30, 2009 21:06:33 GMT -5
Name: Tryavna (Trya)
Age: Young Adult
Gender: Female
Appearance: Her flyaway fur is a messy blend of silver and brown. She is not traditionally pretty: towering, and too thin, she seems at once intimidating and pitiful. Her predatory face is full of sharp lines and too many angles; her flinty amber eyes are intense and vivid, and stand out starkly against the heavy black outline; she neither smiles too much nor too little, which makes her expressions nearly indecipherable.
Personality: Trya's behavior depends on her company, but her most common state of mind is moody and irritable, followed by irrational and mischievous. She can be at once polite and calculating, cool and charming, friendly and spiteful, but the thing to remember is her intense loyalty comes with a bit of a price. She will sell out her best friend, only to come back for them in the end.
History: Tryavna was a pack born Varg, and was loved like any other cub, but she was left alone when she was only six moons old. At that tender age, though she barely remembers why, her parents had been forced to relocate the den, and with such haste that she accidentally lost her way on the outset and was abandoned. As the Drappa whelp, she had boasted on her ability to function without her parents; she was eager to prove this to herself.
Her first autumn was a trial, but error after error, Trya still managed to beat the odds and survive. She learned a rudimentary form of hunting, which she quickly perfected, and learned that staying on the move was her only chance at survival.
She came across a nomadic pack the first snow, and quickly joined their ranks. The older members taught her how to stalk, how to travel mile after weary mile, how to listen to the forest around her, and how to take from the "rich." Their primary means of food was theft, and they often raided human pastures and occasionally stole food from the caches of any pack they came across. Life was hard for this ragtag family, and though fights among the group were common, they retained some semblance of a normal life. To Trya, they were home.
Until the fateful day when her pack crossed paths with a loner named Tsarv. He stayed with them for nearly a fortnight, and he and Trya formed a close relationship. He told her all he knew of the legend of Larka, and painted fantastic tales about a place called the Land Beyond the Forest. Trya was enchanted by the tales.
When spring came, and Tsarv departed, Trya too said goodbye to her nomadic family and wandered west. She followed the Big River for several moons,until she came into the Land Beyond the Forest, shadowed by the Great Crags from Tsarv's tales.
Age: Young Adult
Gender: Female
Appearance: Her flyaway fur is a messy blend of silver and brown. She is not traditionally pretty: towering, and too thin, she seems at once intimidating and pitiful. Her predatory face is full of sharp lines and too many angles; her flinty amber eyes are intense and vivid, and stand out starkly against the heavy black outline; she neither smiles too much nor too little, which makes her expressions nearly indecipherable.
Personality: Trya's behavior depends on her company, but her most common state of mind is moody and irritable, followed by irrational and mischievous. She can be at once polite and calculating, cool and charming, friendly and spiteful, but the thing to remember is her intense loyalty comes with a bit of a price. She will sell out her best friend, only to come back for them in the end.
History: Tryavna was a pack born Varg, and was loved like any other cub, but she was left alone when she was only six moons old. At that tender age, though she barely remembers why, her parents had been forced to relocate the den, and with such haste that she accidentally lost her way on the outset and was abandoned. As the Drappa whelp, she had boasted on her ability to function without her parents; she was eager to prove this to herself.
Her first autumn was a trial, but error after error, Trya still managed to beat the odds and survive. She learned a rudimentary form of hunting, which she quickly perfected, and learned that staying on the move was her only chance at survival.
She came across a nomadic pack the first snow, and quickly joined their ranks. The older members taught her how to stalk, how to travel mile after weary mile, how to listen to the forest around her, and how to take from the "rich." Their primary means of food was theft, and they often raided human pastures and occasionally stole food from the caches of any pack they came across. Life was hard for this ragtag family, and though fights among the group were common, they retained some semblance of a normal life. To Trya, they were home.
Until the fateful day when her pack crossed paths with a loner named Tsarv. He stayed with them for nearly a fortnight, and he and Trya formed a close relationship. He told her all he knew of the legend of Larka, and painted fantastic tales about a place called the Land Beyond the Forest. Trya was enchanted by the tales.
When spring came, and Tsarv departed, Trya too said goodbye to her nomadic family and wandered west. She followed the Big River for several moons,until she came into the Land Beyond the Forest, shadowed by the Great Crags from Tsarv's tales.