Fletcher

Name/Alias: Lisa/Aurianfae
Age: 31
Experience: Lots! 23 years of roleplaying experience!
How You Found Us?: Through Wolfdancer and Hawk's players
Member Title: Wolfrider, Fletcher


Full Name: Fletcher
Soul Name: Kye
Tribe: Wolfriders
Age: Young Adult - 265 years old (born 137 P.S.)
Gender: Male

List Of Personality:
Helpful
Devoted
Gentle
Inquisitive
Quiet
Merciful
Musical
Good sense of humor
Generally an optimist
Depressed (currently)

Skills other than Sending?:
Whistling/flute playing: Excellent
Fletching: Excellent
Bowyer: Excellent
Flint knapping: Excellent
Hunting (Bow and Arrow): Average
Singing: Very good
Bird knowledge: Excellent
Sending: Average
Tracking: Average
Delicate craft work: Above average/near excellent
Tanning: Average
Magical Healing: Beginner, just figuring it out

Likes/Dislikes:
+ Birdwatching
+ Climbing in high up places
+ Playing the flute
+ Teaching cubs

- Trolls
- Overly intense situations
- Having to be a leader
- Physical touch (recent, likely temporary)

Family: Trueseeker (father, alive elsewhere), Spring-Rain (mother, alive elsewhere), Moonflower (sister, alive elsewhere), Berry (Moonflower's baby girl, alive elsewhere). Dawnbreak (lovemate, deceased), Softfur (lovemate, deceased), Foxtrail (close friend).

History: Fletcher was a part the Shadow Pool wandering tribe of Wolfriders. Fletcher grew up a gentle young elf who preferred bird-watching to hunting, which did not go over very well with his rough-and-tumble tribe. When he was old enough to learn a skill that would benefit his tribe in some way, he chose one that involved the things he loved most - bird feathers. He turned out to be a quite adept fletcher, as he intimately understood what made feathers work and his arrows always flew true. While his father made sure that he learned to use the bow and arrow, he didn't often use it unless it was necessary.

Another skill he learned when he was young was to imitate birds, both through whistles and through playing a tiny carved flute, which was broken when the trolls captured him. He also has a pleasant singing voice and an excellent sense of timing.

He was love-mated to an elf named Dawnbreak, who was from the Mist Valley tribe. They met when the two tribes collided, and it was nearly love at first sight. No one could understand how the fiery maiden could fall for such a drab little songbird like Fletcher, but they were quite in love. Dawnbreak was a passionate young maiden, lithe and quite capable as a sword-wielding warrior. However, these skills didn't help them when they were overpowered by trolls when they were taken captive. Within the last few weeks of their captivity, Dawnbreak was forced to climb high in a cavern to collect gems, she slipped and fell from great heights, breaking her back and dying instantly. This has sent Fletcher into a spiral of depression, having lost his love-mate and his wolf-friend so close together, though it was not so bad that he was not able to help with the escape of his little group.

After joining up with the Oakleaf Holt, he was content for the most part until the rains and flood that took Softfur from him. When he pulled her from the river he discovered too late that he had healing powers when her wounds closed though she was already dead. Since then he has been trying to find himself and become comfortable with his body again, which feels alien and strange, especially his hands.

Often seen wearing: Pants and a vest with ankle boots during the summer, though he wears considerably more fur in the winter. He tends to wear dark blue and russet where colors are concerned.
Hair: Golden-blond and mid-back length, with a braid on either side of his face.
Eyes: Brown, slightly round and wide
Picture: None yet

Bonded animal: Sky - a young silver wolf with blue eyes that was found as a cub shortly after Fletcher settled into Oakleaf Holt. About four turns now.