Post by glume on Nov 9, 2010 14:10:42 GMT -5
Name: Rozne Tamhiel
Sex: Female
Age: 20
Race: Kannar
History:
Rozne was, in many ways, a lucky young woman. It seemed, though, that her luck came in both the good and bad variety, in equal measure. A normal, boring day was highly unlikely for the sprightly Kannar. She was born the last of five daughters to her tribe's leader. Being the runt of the litter was the least of her worries as a child. She also had the misfortune of being born with the lightest hide anyone of her tribe had been seen with. Shunned from the nightly hunts, as her pigmentation was far too noticeable in the dark, Rozne spent many evenings gazing at the heavens with her grandmother, trading made-up stories and ideals about how the world should work.
Her grandmother, Parrim, was the Tamhiel tribe's former matriarch. She had recently stepped down to give her daughter some practical experience as a leader. The elder Kannar still had a lot of spirit left in her, and was the wisest of all the Tamhiels. Parrim shared many life-lessons with Rozne that she did not teach the rest of the tribe, the most important of which was turning ones weaknesses into strengths.
During the days Parrim had taught her tiny granddaughter to hunt with a sling, and to how to go hand-to-hand should something move in too close. It seemed as though the daylight was a friend to Rozne, as her coloration helped her blend in with the dry grasses. There was also a wider variety of critter available for her to track, and hunt if necessary. Personally, she found more satisfaction in studying the various creatures than she did killing them. They were fascinating things, each with their own culture and means of survival. She would often find new geographical locations that yielded handy resources to the Tamhiel tribe. Finally the wee Kannar had found her place.
Recently she has taken a liking to tracking a more cunning prey. Other Kylian's. While most of her people were weary of outsiders, Rozne found them fascinating. She longed to find out why they turned away from the bounties of nature, and toward the cold uncertainty of technology. The same technology she was raised to distrust made her all the more curious. Perhaps not all of it was bad, and maybe it was possible to use these advanced sciences along side their ancient methods, to create a sort of harmony. Of course, she dared not share her theories with the rest of the Tamhiel's... only her grandmother was privy to her wild ideas. Upon hearing of such things, Parrim would only smile and nod knowingly.
Appearance:
Rozne has always been on the smaller end of the spectrum, as far as Kannars go, but she carries herself in a manner that makes her seem just a bit taller than she actually is. Her soft, velveteen fur is a deep ruddy hue, mottled with cream and tan zig-zags from the crown of her head, down her back, and fading just before the tip of her tail. Her eyes, snout, and various other extremities are as black as most her fellow Tamhiel tribes-mates, but most of that darkness is quickly faded. A single dark grey horn juts straight out from the center of her forehead, curving into a viscous spiral at the tip. A symbol loosely representing an opened eye has been etched into its base. While she keeps a calm demeanor, there is a hint of wildness in her eyes. Her wide, stubby snout is constantly twitching in an attempt to analyze the scents around her.
Clinging to her muscular frame, various leathers of different hue and texture have been stitched together to form a tunic. Modesty seems to be of little concern, as the rest of the clothing she wears seems to be more for decoration than anything else. Scraps of leather are tied 'round her arms and legs, and many organic materials hang from these scraps in a makeshift attempt at jewelry. Even the hair of other animals has been woven into her own, seemingly as a trophy of sorts.
Personality:
Curiosity seems to be Rozne's sole motivation in life. Though she has a great respect for tradition, and the well-being of her tribe, she often lets her inquisitive nature get the best of her. She does try to use a great deal of caution in her dealings, but if she learned anything from her grandmother, it was that the things that seemed odd and different were often worth the most exploration.
It takes a while to gain Rozne's full trust. Though on the outside she may appear to go with the flow, she is constantly running outrageous scenarios in her head, hoping to better prepare herself. She Expects the worst, and hopes for the best.
Rozne has a small touch of creativity, which stems from the art of the hunt. She often has to find new and unusual means of tracking monsters, and when she does actually decide to make a kill, there is a steadfast rule that her tribe has always followed: Use every part of the animal. In the name of avoiding waste, Rozne makes all sorts of tools and knickknacks from the remains of her bounty. Their actual usefulness tends to be varied.
