Softfur

Name/Alias: Patty / Softfur
Age: 29
Experience: Started in 1999 and have been role playing in chat rooms, forums, MMORPGs and IMs on and off since then.
How You Found Us?: Elfquest.com forum.
Member Title: Wolfrider, Archer


Full Name: Softfur
Soul Name: Neris
Tribe: Wolfriders, previously from the Mist Valley tribe.
Age: Young adult (178)
Gender: Female

List Of Personality:
-- Soft spoken. Softfur does not raise her voice but sends instead. While sending, she has a tendency to pour out the emotions she is feeling at the time with no limit. This can be overwhelming for some.
-- Eerily calm and focused when needed to be.
-- Mature; she thinks before she acts unless instincts take over.
-- Honest.
-- Insecure because of her disability.
-- Brooding, often pondering because she tends to over think.
-- A motherly figure with a gentle heart.
-- Vivid follower of the Way.

Skills other than Sending?: (Magical abilities or weapon proficiency.)
-- Rockshaping: Novice, learning.
-- Hunting: Good (with wolf companion)
-- Tracking: Good (with wolf companion)
-- Archery: Near excellent
-- Fletcher: Below average
-- Tanning: Below average
-- Sending: Excellent (capable of blacksending)
-- Running, walking long distances or jumping: FAR below average.


Likes/Dislikes:
Likes:
++ Cubs (or any other kind of young creature).
++ Being close to her (future) wolf mate to let it be her support and guide.
++ Water wading and swimming; it makes her feel light and capable of walking without trouble.
++ Collect shiny, smooth or peculiar pebbles and stones.
++ Snow.
++ Her older brother Foxtrail (but of course they argue from time to time).
++ Listening to stories.
++ Give advice to others.
Dislikes:
-- Trolls.
-- Being seen as a liability.
-- Summer heat.
-- Laziness.
-- Too many worries.
-- Running (since she isn't really capable to do so).

Family:
-- Father: Brisk (deceased)
-- Mother: Minkpelt (deceased)
-- Brother: Foxtrail


History:
Raised within the Mist Valley tribe, Softfur lost her parents on an early age by the hands of humans. Left in her older brother's and tribe's care, she grew up to be a calm, mature and elegant elven woman who was covered in a blanket of security. Though she was always troubled during her 'teen' years, especially when she hit adulthood; she could not figure out her own Soulname and it would remain so for years to come. With no parents to ask for guidance, Softfur felt incomplete.

The fact she felt lost with not knowing her own soulname had created a rift between her and her fellow tribe members; she felt misunderstood and deserted. She often sought solitude with her wolf mate, Bugcatcher whom she had a very strong bond with and her older brother Foxtrail whom always seemed to keep an eye on her. To make matters worse for the fragile soulname-less elf, a rockslide during a lonely hunt caused her to break her legs and right hip from which she never fully recovered. She had become a cripple and a liability to her chief and other tribe members... and she was reminded of it every day. Her brother and a selected few others cared for her and tried to aid her during her recovery, but it remained a rough and depressing period for her.

After the tribe merged with another, new faces emerged and different kind of relationships were made. Knowing most of the new but also the old faces saw her as weak because of her crippled state, she began to look for solutions to right the wrong once she recovered and began to improvise and experiment. Eventually with the help of Bugcatcher, her brother, her interest in handling a bow and years of refusal and stubbornness, she had found a new way to hunt and be capable of following the wanders of her tribe. Bugcatcher would carry her in most situations and became a very frequent sight around her, following her like her own shadow. When not carried, she would support herself with a wooden improvised crutch.

Just when she thought she had finally managed to claim a place within the tribe with her new found skills, it all shattered. She was captured by trolls together with a few others, her brother included. Bugcatcher was slain in the progress which left her mountless... and useless.
The trolls were less than impressed with her incapability to properly walk and climb, yet found uses for her no less. Be it a footrest, servant, cleaner, cook or backscratcher, she was mostly spared from doing heavy labor if the trolls weren't up for a laugh or a bet to watch the cripple struggle with carrying stones, mine ore or bring a bucket of filthy water to the other elven captives. Her comfort in the damp darkness of the deep underground tunnels were those who were captured with her, especially her brother. When ever she was paired up with one or some, she would try and keep up the high hopes and think of ways to be free once more. Still, no matter the hardships they all had endured together, it came to her biggest surprise that when they managed to escape the trolls, they took her with them.

Starving, sore, tired and longing to see the moons or any living green other than moss and mold, she was carried by Fletcher under the protective eye of her brother to safety. They had lost track of the other escaping elves along the way through the long winding tunnels, but it appeared they were safe at last.

Joining the Wolfriders during the turmoil of the bad magic causing nightmares and grief, Softfur became Fletcher's love mate after he saved her from falling to her death while she was possessed by the Mindlurker. During the large attack upon the Holt, she also discovered her rockshaping abilities and is currently practising to become stronger.


Often seen wearing:

Dark brown leathers trimmed with light colored fur, mostly white or a pale gray. She loves the fur.

During the warmer times of the year, she wears a one strapped dark brown leather dress with high slits at the sides. The strap goes over her left shoulder while the 'flaps' of her dress reach till far above her knees. She wears thigh high boots made from a dark brown thick leather, held up by several lighter colored leather straps tied around her legs. The dress would have a thin trim of fur.
A long broad leather strap is tied loosely around her waist together with a thinner belt which holds a small dagger and a pouch which often holds small pebbles. She wears nothing around her arms or wrists during the warmer periods to be able to crawl, climb and lift things unhindered if needed.

During the colder times, her dress is worn with furred sleeves which are kept tight around her lower arms with leather straps. Her high leather boots are adjusted with thick fur wrapped around them, the leather straps still holding the boots and furs around her legs. She would be wearing a lighter brown pants under the dress and a thick fur collar is sported around her neck.
Around her waist hang the same items as during her summer attire.

She mostly carries a longbow and a filled quiver with her. She has (so far) no adornments.

Hair: A strawberry blond which is cut short till just below her cheekbones and curls at the ends of the strands. Her hair is rather voluminous.
Eyes: A bright green, like fresh budded leaves in spring.
Picture:


Bonded animal:
None at the moment. Her previous wolf Bugcatcher was slain by the trolls whom captured her. She is currently seeking for a new wolf companion to help her get around.


Any other information:
(( As stated, she is a cripple. While she can walk, she needs a form of support to not stumble and fall. Until she manages to create a bond with another wolf, she will have to do with a crutch or the help of others. I will try not to have this become a problem towards others throughout role play; nobody wants to be slow downed all the time. ))