Player Info Played by Meghan (updated 03-13-'09)

Personal Information   Current Name: Whitedoe   Function in Tribe: Scout, Guard, Gatherer Previous Names: Trill   Nickname: None. Soul Name: Faen   Age: 892 Known by: Speechless (father, D), Secret (mother, D), Stonefist (recognized, D)   Sex: Female Appearance   Facial Features: A rounded face and pointed chin, full lips, and a slightly turned-up nose. Eyes: Deep brown, large, and usually half-closed. Hair: A pale fawn color, almost white. It's thick and curly, reaching past her shoulders.   Build: She's on the tall side and long-limbed, prior to captivity she was wiry and athletic. Now she is borderline scrawny, skin stretched over work-hardened muscle and bone.   Special Marks: A tan birthmark-blotch across her right hip. Relatives & Friends   Parents: Father: Speechless (deceased)   Mother: Secret (deceased) Other Relatives: Rivulet (cousin, alive), Bearkin (son, alive), Axefall (son, deceased), Whisperleaf (daughter, alive), many grandchildren and second-cousins.   Love/Lifemates: Stonefist (Recognized mate, deceased) [1383-1951]   Friends and Foes: She considers her children old enough to count as dear friends rather than cubs at this point, and those who were held with her in the troll caves are held close as well. Abilities Magic: Skills: Sending (strong) Wolf Bonding (average) Gathering Identifying similar plants Scouting Sprinting Climbing Swimming Camouflage Clothes & Posessions   Warm Clothes (Winter/Autumn): A long grey shirtdress slashed to the thigh for ease of movement over a brown long-sleeved shirt and leggings. She also wears fur lined boots with the tops turned down, and if it is particularly cold she'll don a fur cloak. When outside the safety of the holt she wears a grey-and-brown patchwork hood to hide her hair. Thin Clothes (Spring/Summer): A night blue halter-style shirt, and a skirt worn fitted halfway to the knee then sliced into a long fringe at the bottom. Depending on the weather or whether she'll be trekking through the woods she'll replace the skirt with brown leggings. She wears a blue kerchief when she needs to rein in her hair, and uses the grey hood outside the holt even during the warm months.   Accessoires & Jewelry: Hardened leather armbands, decorated with cut-outs. Special Posessions: Family, friends, and tribe are what are most precious to her now. Possessions are fleeting and easily lost.   Weapons: None as of now.   Preferred Weapon: Bolo.   Character & History   Personality: Prior to her captivity Whitedoe was a contented caretaker, maintaining a pleasant and warm disposition despite being deeply entrenched in her duties to holt and kin. She was an open ear to anyone who cared to come to her with their joys and sorrows, and willing to mediate and give advice on life's little troubles. Her sense of humor is and always has been pretty passive, she's never been a fan of practical jokes or constant picking and teasing. She is still slow to laugh, but quick to smile. Upon being rescued some of her accustomed warmth has been leeched away. Her gaze has turned watchful and she is more reserved than before. She still offers an ear to those who need it but has proven to be closemouthed about her thoughts and feelings. A quiet, poisonous grudge against the trolls has taken root in her blood.   History: Little Trill was born to Secret and Silence during the wandering period and named for the piping, birdlike voice that she retained well into young adulthood. Having no permanent home, she bonded strongly with her agemates and siblings, and grew up accustomed to seeing much of the world in all its beauty and danger. She adopted a sense of duty to the tribe at an early age, and always felt a little bit separated from the Now of wolf thought. As soon as she was deemed old enough she put her long legs and speed to use as a scout. Due to the way she would always come bounding into camp and how she never took well to hunting she was frequently likened to a deer, and later took on the name Whitedoe. The passage of Chieftess Midnight shocked her, but she had long ago learned that death was a natural part of life. Whitedoe's Recognition to the prickly, joking, and very wolfish Stonefist was unexpected but turned into a surprisingly enduring relationship despite their differences. Stonefist trying teasingly to get a rise out of his lifemate, testing her mild disposition became a common sight. Their contrasting personalities led to their subsequent cubs being raised to hopefully appreciate wolfsong and starsong in their blood equally. She could not afford to coddle her boy children overmuch during the tribe's wandering though she was thoroughly dedicated to motherhood. She knew that they would have to mature quickly as she had. Instead she focused on teaching them and being there when she was needed, and hoped to become a friend to her children when they were grown. Once the holt was established and Whisperleaf was born Whitedoe was hard pressed to even keep up with the girl. When negotiations with the trolls soured, taking her lifemate and middle child from her at once, Whitedoe grieved openly for nearly a season and then carried her sorrow more privately…along with the seeds of what would later turn into a poisonous grudge against trolls. She refused to let the incidents cow her into giving up her duties as scout and guard, though she became far more cautions and stuck closer to the holt. Each new elf lost was another blow to her. When Vision came to her to ask for help with gathering herbs to aid her daughter she couldn't refuse, going along as much to protect her grandchild's mate as much as to help with the gathering. Despite caution, they fell into a troll-laid trap and were taken into captivity days later. The sight of so many tribe members she'd thought dead was a terrible shock to her, as was the fact that so many had gone nearly completely wolf. The treatment she and they received hardened her resolve to keep her mind clear to plan, and she would encourage and cover for every escape plan made. Wolf Friend   Name: N/A   Rank: N/A Age: N/A   Gender: N/A Personality: N/A