GENDER: Female
SPECIES: Elf , partial wolfblood
STATUS: Alive
DECLARED?: No
GENERATION/BIRTHDATE: NH 275
ORIGIN: New Hope
CURRENT RESIDENCE: New Hope
HAIR: Brown; a thick, curly mane that she keeps cut short. Bangs.
EYES: Hazel-Blue
SKIN: Pale with lots of freckles
HEIGHT: 4' 5"
BUILD: Slender and well-rounded
VOICE: Alto
PHYSICAL ATTRIBUTES: Cute little button nose with freckles (her bane
as an adult) and inkstained hands (Quill writes a lot). Otherwise,
heart-shaped expressive face and small, delicate hands and feet.
She's
built like her mother, just shorter.
PARENTS: Mischa (father), Ilayo (mother)
SIBLINGS: Sunshadow (brother)
FIRST COUSINS: tbd
OTHER RELATIVES: Uko, Oshi, Shiko-maternal aunts; Hansho, Moki, Onay-maternal
uncles; Servan, maternal grandmother; Mikail, paternal grandfather; Shadowise,
paternal grandmother; Flint, paternal uncle.
CURRENT MATE: tbd
RECOGNIZED: No
PREVIOUS MATES: tbd
CHILDREN: No
CLOSEST FRIENDS: Lyrisi, Sunshadow, more tbd
BONDBEAST: None. She spoils the family pets, but has none of
her own at the moment.
MAGIC TALENTS: Average sender
SKILLS: Writing, Paper making, writing, ink making, writing, painting,
writing... (you get the idea)
HOBBIES: Writing!, spelunking, writing!, climbing, writ--oh never mind,
swimming, sailing, exploring.
WEAPONS: Dagger
JEWELRY: She wears two gold stud earrings all the time.
Likes to work feathers into her hair.
CLOTHING: Quill wears functional, close-fitting clothes--the minimal
necessary, however, in bright, warm or cool colors. She trims
her
outfits with fringe, feathers, and beads. She wears moccasins
or boots
when needed, but prefers to go barefoot. For parties, wears vivid
clothingùhalters with flouncy skirts and lots of bracelets and
ankle
bracelets just loaded with bells. Again, the trim is usually
feathers.
PERSONALITY/ HISTORY: Quill was born out of recognition to Mischa and Ilayo of Whistleleaf household in New Hope. She was born early, the result of an accident that induced labor in Ilayo. The healers were able to save both, but Quill required hands-on healing for awhile until her scrawny body caught up with her growth. Just a little bit of a thing, her father dubbed her 'Littlebit' and the moniker stuck until she was 10 and decided to get the PERFECT feather to write with which just happened to be the feather of a bondhawk--plucked while the creature was in flight. Fortunately, someone managed to catch her. It turned out not to be the most perfect feather to use, but the incident led to her naming herself 'Quill'. After all, she'd earned it.
An extroverted, cheerful young woman, Quill is intelligent, bouncy,
and
affectionate. She hates discord and will do her best to make
sure
everyone gets along. She likes bright colors and dancing and
outside
physical activity. She's insatiably curious and has a strong
adventurous streak. Unfortunately, she's also impatient and has
to find
things out NOW which often leads to the messes she gets in. She
spent a lot of time at Greenwillow as a child due to her mother's friendships
with everyone there; it was there that she first discovered the
fascinating art of writing. She's learned both Cuendee's and
the
Taaiakari forms of notation and uses them both endlessly and is still
studying them. Every time there's a storytelling session, Quill
is
there transcribing. She's trying to perfect the perfect ink,
the
perfect paper, the perfect quill; it's only when she's writing that
she
holds still. She even makes up her own poems and writes them
down,
though she hides these away in her cave. She also draws and paints
and her cave is covered inside with the pictures she's made. When
she runs out of room on one wall, she starts on another. Her best
friend is
Lyrisiùshe decided long ago that it was her job to draw the
serious
young woman out of all her solemness. The friendship grew from
there.
Quill was a cute child with a natural tendency for trouble.
She played many jokes on her grandfather and others--she considered it
a special duty to bring smiles to those she considered too solemn.
If she was caught, she could tremble her bottom lip and widen her eyes--with
just the right shimmer of crocodile tears in them--on command. It
was very
hard to stay mad at Quill. She doesn't play the practical jokes
anymore, but she is still 'cute'; not pretty, not beautiful, just cute.
She blames the freckles and the upturned nose and is occasionally heard
to mutter about it.