Moontwin

Bonded to: Hwasal and Aj

Age: 330 Sex: Female
Soul Name: tsont Known By: none but herself
Mate Status/Sex Preference: unmated, vaguely bisexual but mostly straight
Children: would like to become a parent! Eventually Recognized and has children Eclipse with Awlvon, Starcap with White-Eyes)
Parents/Relatives: deceased (Wingfoot and Shadowwood)
Height: 4'1" Build: strong, muscular, even
Hair Color, Length, Style: white-blond, short, straight and thick
Eye Color, Size, Shape: silver-blue, large, almond shaped
Skin Tone: very fair
Voice Quality: soft, but low for a female
Clothing -- Summer: soft shirt, leather leggings, soft boots, arm bracers
Clothing -- Winter: long leather shirt, leggings, high boots, bearfur cloak
Jewlery Worn, Made: arm bracers for archery, two-moons metal earrings (two in each ear)
Tatoos/Markings/Scars: has several scars from hunting
Pets/Animals Kept: none
Notable Posessions: expert bower and fletcher, bone shaped weapons and tools
Holt Function: weaponsmith, archer
Magic? How Powerful? Sending 8/10, Magic Feeling 1/10, Bone Shaping 6/10. Her bone shaping - used to create everything from weapons and tools to trinkets and accessories for other elves. She does this almost compulsively, but not obsessively. If she finds a bone while wandering through the forest, she'll pick it up and make it into something useful by the time she's home. Also has strong sending, but no other powers.
Climate/Locations Preferred: Mountainous, snowy and rugged terrain, likes fall and winter best
General Likes: fresh water, a good vantage point to hunt from, peace and quiet to work in. Loves long walks alone, more of a loner than social. Prefers raw meat but hates to get bloody from it.
General Dislikes: she's not good up close with large dangerous animals, due to a hunt that killed her mother in the distant past. She would rather be far away from them, than close. She's not really *afraid* to hunt, but she's definitely an archer at heart. She does fear that her power will hurt someone if it goes out of control, but this is extremely unlikely as it's something she practices all the time.
Fears/Worries: getting too close to anything, to be of any use.
Special Strange Info: See below
Basic Personality: a loner, distant as her weaponry allows her to be. She's not overtly interested in pairing up with anyone at the moment, but she like all elves would enjoy parenthood. She doubts that she'll ever find a lifemate, prefering to take a lover here and there. She's more likely to take a male lover than female, but she's open to suggestion and if a partner appears to enjoy her company they will continue to meet. As a worker, she's intense and singleminded about a specific project. However when she's just fiddling around with something, she just lets her power do what it's going to do. Others might find her aloof, or even annoyingly stand-offish.
How they feel about
Humans: concerned, but not worried that they're dangerous
Elves -- herders: they're easy to talk to and all but she'd rather be alone
Elves -- magic users: they're so rare, worth protecting
Elves -- bond-riders: could be one of them, some day
Trolls, etc: would like to learn to trade for goods, metal tips on things would be better than mere bone
Bond Animal Info if any: none yet

Skills: crafting weapons, tracking, and climbing are her main skills. She's quite good at gutting and cleaning killed animals, and can estimate the uses for almost anything just by looking at it's build. She is able to recommend good locations for smashing weapons on large animals during hunts, by pointing out weaknesses - or creating them - and exploiting the power she has.

History: Born to Wingfoot and Shadowwood (both deceased) in mid winter. Named for her pale colors resemblance to the moons which shone brightly that night, Moontwin has never wanted to change her name. As a child, brought along on a hunt with her mother Wingfoot, a bear killed her mother and gravely injured her wolf-friend, leaving Moontwin to grieve with her father. A number of decades later, her father Shadowwood was killed in an accident under a fallen tree. Moontwin has never bonded a wolf, though that magic does run in her family. She discovered her bone shaping ability a few years after her father's death, but before she was even considered a young adult. Since that time, she has practiced intensely and never let up. Nothing spectacular has ever happened to Moontwin other than her parents deaths and her powers appearance. She hopes that this will remain constant.

Moontwin had set out on her own several moons back, her home holt had become rather crowded with folks wandering here and there or bringing new things into their fold. Not that she wasn't willing to try new things, but some of the people... They were just too loud, annoying, nosey.

She came from the lush valleys below some towering high-land peaks, and followed a river southward. She could hunt the way she liked to: with her bow, at a distance. She had keen sight, she could tell when a predator was near, and she didn't take their kills. Rabbits and small prey were her meals for hands of days, broken up by a few fish that she managed to shoot.

Moontwin did not mind walking alone, in fact she rather liked it. She had a collection going of shaped bone pieces, heads for her arrows mostly, shaped from the remains of her kills. She could somewhat keep count of the time she'd been traveling, but basically even that was not very important to her. She had felt a pulling, a longing to leave, and she followed her instincts.

She knew that some people in her holt would feel it perfectly fine that she was gone. She'd been replaced by a metal worker and even a troll - and the troll didn't much care for sharing secrets even with another weaponsmith. So the archer set off, walking because she had no bond beast to ride.

There had been so many different bond animals in her tribe - cats, wolves, deer, bear, even one strange wanderer who claimed to be from the 'ocean' and had what he named a 'dolphin' bond. Whatever that was, it was a strange looking not-a-fish thing, he sent images of it to people but they had no real way to compare it to anything they'd ever known. This deep in the woods, this far from the ocean, the sea was hard to conceive of too! But Moontwin believed him when he said that the world was much bigger than they realized.

Now she was out walking in it.

Eventually she saw elves on the plain, surrounded by the high hills, though they were headed upward and she around. They met up, realized they were all heading approximately in the same direction and decided to team up. Moontwin enjoyed her new status as the primary hunter for the trio, and they were free with their thanks.

It was nice to be appreciated again, Moontwin decided.

As they traveled along, others joined their small group. Rather abruptly, Moontwin recalled, because Shrike and Cinder were running quickly out of the woods on a big wolf, away from a storming scoop-horn! Not even the bravest single elf should try killing one of those monsterous deer, and it was a good thing that the wolf could even run away as quickly as it did, because one sweep of those scoop shaped horns would probably have swept both elves off their feet!

So their trio became a hand and one. Two, really, since Archive's mate Dreamwhisper the seer was pregnant. Moontwin's heart swelled for them, that was such an honor to bear a child in this world - this harsh world. It was pretty clear that Shrike and Cinder were suitably paired off too, but Shrike confided during a long night hunt that she was afraid that a child might do something to her.

It was plain that she was terrified, but maybe if they got where they were going, she'd be more relaxed. Moontwin expressed how she longed to become a parent some day, but for the moment it would be nice to have a tribe and holt again, just... not the one she was in.

And certainly not the one that Archive and Dreamwhisper had come from! They all agreed that if this mean Three-Lock ever came for his tribe mates, he'd get a chest full of arrows...

Moontwin wasn't much of a spiritual elf, but there was something about this boy elf that showed up with his handsome rescuer - Bowcrescent and Kid had been traveling from human lands and caught up to the small group. It was nice for Moontwin to be relied upon for her weaponsmithing skills, now, because Bowcrescent's bow required fixing now and then, like any weapon.

Eventually as they neared a year worth of travel, their largish group (which by then included three near high-ones and a stone shaper) saw what they were really headed toward all along. Bald Mountain, a low, mostly bare set of hills which were framed by different kinds of terrain depending on where you looked. And things that flew in the sky. Dragons.

Dragons.

Dreamwhisper explained what they were, and Kid confirmed it. These creatures were the bond friends and protectors of this holt, this dragon riding holt. They could claim as much land as they wished, able to patrol it on their dragons' backs! Some of them breathed fire, or acid, or even did unusual magic like shapeshifting! That art had all but been lost, though the odd firstcomers-children they traveled with confirmed that it still existed.

And once they were properly introduced to the other elves in this once-small holt, Apogee the chieftess announced they ought to break out and find their own dragons. It was pretty strange to Moontwin, because the way they did so was ... to fly to some place that was not on their planet.

If wondering what the ocean was, for a forest dweller who'd lived all her years in a valley surrounded by high peaks? Wondering what a planet was, turned into quite an adventure.

She was told that if someone needed anything in trade, she was ideal to make things - that was true. But there were so many weird and wonderful things to trade for! When she got to the place she'd been drawn to, Mindspace, there were a multitude of gadgets, weapons, clothing, items she had no names for! She chose to trade off some nicely made rings and arrowheads, for a pretty and sturdy pottery drinking cup that had a gorgeous glaze in indigo with two white splotches on it - the maker of it claimed it wasn't all that great, the splotches weren't supposed to be there. But Moontwin said, "this is my namesake! It looks like two moons, where I lived, you could see just this in the sky," she held the cup up and sighed.

After a few days wandering around where the markets and gathering places were, she was asked to come to a particular location - which she is not now really able to recall clearly. Someone, a shaman, perhaps a powerful magic user like an elf, though she cannot recall that person well either (someone did something to her memory - but that's okay, she reasons there is nothing wrong with keeping their secrets!) brought out a small creature which glowed brightly and seemed very happy to see her.

"I am Hwasal, would you like me to come back home with you? I would like it," she said. Moontwin was astounded, here was a lovely little creature which spoke in her language?

"I am speaking whatever you need to hear, I think," Hwasal said, her narrow head tilting and making her ears flop to the side. Moontwin giggled, and hugged the dragon.

"Of course you can come home with me, I think Bald Mountain would love you! You'll be able to light your own way in the caverns!"

Hwasal (arrow)

Gender: Female
Colours: Whitish silver/blue/black
Abilities: Wind Manipulation, Mild conversions (objects into objects with similar properties: dirty water to drinkable water, things of that nature), Healing
Size: Small (5.7' at shoulder)