Crowe

Name: Crowe

Age: 19 turns

Gender: Female

Appearance: She has dark hair, of a rich mahogany colour reaching perhaps her mid back, no lower, deep and rich in it’s colour. Her eyes are obscure, almond shaped, but it’s the iris that is odd. She has eyes that vary in colour, depending on how she feels, sometimes the blue appears darker or more vibrant than others, but the one thing of her eyes that is constant, is in her right eye. A third of the iris is actually of a solid brown, obscuring the colouring. Her facial features are quite pointed, precise, yet some how soft and gentle, complimenting her form.
She generally wears earthy, or cool tones, such as greens, or icey blues, finding them best suited to her.
Crowe’s skin is pale, and faintly red tinted – naturally – along her high cheek bones. Her face is generally petite, her forehead particularly so, but it doesn’t obscure her face in the slightest.
She is fairly tall, standing at a rough, five foot seven, short in comparison to an full grown man. Her form is slim and lithe, for her age, she is rather curvaceous.

Personality: She is a vindictive cow, she cares only for herself, and is highly selfish in both motive and action. If he bears a grudge, she will bear it always. Not one to forgive lightly, and can be as stubborn as a mule. She is cold of heart and hot of temper, though she is extremely intelligent, quick witted and very intuitive; her ability to suppress her emotions, mask dark truths has placed her amongst the best.
Over years she has learnt to bind her anger, mainly by going deathly quiet, most never push her but once she passes that mark, be aware and wary of the bitter blades that are words sent from her piercing tongue.
She is a fairly quiet person, keeping her business her own. She distrusts everything.
Her intelligence is high, and unlike many smart people, she has common sense.
Most things she has learnt to tolerate, but one thing she refuses to account for, are fools, they drive her insane. She is not one to ask questions of, for she will dismiss you if they are dumb, ridiculous or general questions that she deems any human should know.
She is also not one to be pinned down, often just taking off, and leaving for a while, without any notice, or warning. She’ll just up and leave, because she decides one thing or another.
Though, through all of this, she is completely the opposite, in truth, behind her mean and hell ridden mind, she’s soft, and malleable, she’s easily hurt – though she may not seem it.
Her harsh temper, and soft emotions have left her vulnerable, leaving her lonely. She is always one to tell the truth, whether it is liked or not, the only time she lies is in the heat of an argument. And even then they are mostly truth based.
Crowe finds it difficult to talk about her past, finding no way to describe it, she believes her affairs are her own, and her problems are there for her to sort out, not for any other. She will help any other with their problems, and will help where she can. Her trust is frail, easily broken, and rarely given.

History: She was a normal holder girl all of her life, she knew nothing but the work she done for her parents and what she done in Harper classes, but something went wrong, no one knows what, when or why, for she tells no one, but in truth, she was not beaten at home, but she had a schizophrenic of a father, he failed to relent on her mother one night, killing her. Crowe was dragged along with her father – at the meagre age of seven – and they moved far away, where they’d not be known, not be questioned, and be left alone. But eventually her father went mad, all after she’d suffered many years of verbal abuse. All of these words played with her mind, toughened her exterior, and softened her innards as efficiently as a chemical tenderiser. Her father never beat on her, but she was given a great deal of responsibility at a very young age, having to fend for herself, whist she grieved for her murdered mother, and cared for her schizophrenic father. Her life wasn’t easy. But she came out of it, and she stands before anyone, and is always willing to give her opinion when needed.
When she was twelve, she slung her yew bow across he back, stole a runner beast, and she took off over Pern with him, not wishing to be tied with her responsibilities any further. She named the dapple grey Firebird, mainly because she always thought that if he ran any faster, he’d have fire at his hooves, and he moved so swiftly he may as well have been a bird. But Crowe and Firebird took over Pern, stopping both rarely, and when necessary, like when thread fell, they would go into the hold, or when she found she couldn’t hunt for her food.
Most days were long and monotonous, drawing out as she and Firebird went on their random way. In this, she found herself many places, coves, and hills, that no one ever went to, some of these became her “den” where she would leave some of her treasures, or things she may need in times of desperation. But most of them got thieved from the place by the time she returned.
Turns passed, and she grew, as did Firebird.

Family:
Mother – Robyn – holder woman (RIP)
Father – Zvhern – holderman/murderer(RIP).

Pets: firebird, a dapple grey runner beast.
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Rank: Candidate

Prefs: something that suits her truly… like… an emerald, or if not a fog, storm, copper or a glitter…