Post by thorn on Sept 24, 2006 18:54:09 GMT -5
Name: Blair Thorn
Gender: Female
Race: ¾ human… ¼ feather dragon
Corner Preference: wind
Age: 21
Description:
Blair, being Warrick’s offspring and having the dragon blood, grew a lot faster than normal children. She was 5’4” and weighed 120lbs at the mere age of eight. Now at 21, she stands at 6'7 and weighs an amazing 275lbs. Most of her weight is muscle from rough housing with boys at her foster home. The boys also managed to cover her in multiple bruises and scars. The bruises faded, over time, but the scars didn't.
Other notable features of hers include the crown of poker-straight hair atop her head. A dark blue layer of hair, ending around her ears, drapes over a black layer that barely brushes her shoulders. Thorn, has the exact same eyes of her father, crystal grey. Face wise, minuet childish touch of innocence graces her features, but the developed signs of a cold outer shell shows on stern lips, scarred through both lips on the right side of her face. The smaller sharp fangs dont quite help her make friends either.
From always being outside, she has a decently tanned hid. One of the only physical features, besides her fangs and eyes, merited from her father is an unmistakable set of large wings that extend from her back under shoulder blades. Unlike her father's wings, however, the tips of Thorn's feathers are tipped in a silver-esque green tint. In certain lights the tips flash a brilliant silver, but in the absence of light, or in the shade, they look like they were dipped in light green ink and scrubbed clean.
For clothes, she wears the garments of an orphan --which she is-- a large tunic she made of her own accord from bits a pices of those thrown away. Her pants, too, were made of her own accord and look more like loose fitting capris ending just past her knee. Blair is too tall to No shoes grace her feet --she can't afford them-- a sharp dagger that she found and sharpened herself, and a long cloak of a traveler. The cloak is too long seeing as how its a man's, but it serves its purpose as both a blanket and a jacket.
Personality:
While hardened in heart from growing up as an orphan that was constantly moved about because she hurt others too easily, Thorn, as she was called by her orphaned peers, is, in truth, a rather intelligent girl of her age. Time alone at the orphanages rewarded her with ample time to sit and contemplate the wonders of the world as well as discover the use and proper way of doing things with her own two hands. Physical challenges are a joy to her stronger-than-average dragon influenced body. She flourished once she left the orphanage. Traveling and living on her own kept her mind and body busy. She had no qualms with the world when staring at the stars on clear nights.
As far as companionship, Thorn has none. Most children who could have been friends have either been scared away or were hurt by her some how. She is easily angered by people who think and make her look incompetant by challenging her and kids who know their parents. All Blair has ever desired is to meet her father --she could care less about others and what they think as long as they don’t outwardly insulting her in front of others. She knows her mother died, but she knows nothing about why her father left her to the orphanages.
This brings us to Blair's journey. A determined girl with steel on her bones and a lack of love in her heart has set forth to find the man that abandoned her. Reasons. Answers --Blair travels the lands in search of him and his reasons. She has traveled for 12 years, after running away from the eighth orphanage to take her in, and has little intention of giving up.
Abilities:
-Flight-
Put plainly Blair's sole strength are her wings. Unique in coloring, strong in build, hours of practice have resulted in a flight endurance much like those of the wind nation, but while their flight can be attributed and strengthened with the manipulation of winds, Blair does not have any such luxury. The feathery lengths are her only connection --if a grand one-- to the wind nation. Even the green taint to her feathers keeps her as an outsider to the Wind Nation.
-Plant-
Since her mother was human and Warrick half human, Blair has a considerable amount of human blood running through her veins. She has an affinity --shown in her wings-- for the green things, so she enjoys times on land and in air equally. She can sense a plant's "feelings", if they are capable of such things, but has no manipulation over these as well.
Sample Post:
“You little brat!"
At the naming of her punishment, Blair squealed a “No!” that stopped all other activities in the mess hall. The other orphans turned to stare, spoonfuls of grit hovering in the air between their bowls and mouths, as the only girl with wings was dragged mercilessly from the room. The seat she had left behind dripped with grit from an upturned bowl; the girls that had been sitting next to her were the only ones not watching. They ducked their heads, eyes fixed on their meal, but not one of them dared breathe.
“No! It wasn’t my fault! I didn’t do it!” Thorn’s protests echoed in the silence of the room. Her bare feet slid on the dirt the kids had dragged in from out of doors. That firm hand dragged her out of the door to the yard and past the mess hall windows. The blue of her hair bobbed and dived out of sight beneath the window sill. Still mesmerized the children watched as the tallest and youngest girl in the orphanage managed to halt the procession to the shed. They watched the proctor screaming, but could hear none of it. They watched the hand rise and fall, but they could not hear the lay of the hand on skin.
She couldn’t stop it. She couldn’t hear it. She couldn’t feel it.
She couldn’t cry. She couldn’t scream. She couldn’t think.
Blair just stood there as the hand came down, hard upon her cheek.
It was gone for today. Her will to fight. Her words. Her strength.
She let the hand around her wrist drag her to the shed.
She didn’t hear her bare feet skidding on gravel. She didn’t hear the sound of her body clanging against the metal. She didn’t hear the proctor scold her. She didn’t hear the door slid shut like a jail cell.
All Blair could hear were the girls at the mess table beside her laughing at her clumsiness. Their teases about her vomit-colored wings echoed in her heart. They teased her when she couldn’t get onto the bench properly and pointed and whispered when she accidentally hit Brianne with one. They had laughed at Blair’s expression when Brianne flung grit at the Headmaster and blamed it on her.
Blair couldn’t feel anymore. She didn’t want to be here. Ten years old, in her third orphanage, Blair pulled her knees close and waited until the sun rose.[/center]
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one eye, one horn, flying purple people eater
