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Dreamer
Character name: Dreamer
Played By: Daystar
Race/Tribe: Catrider (originally of Green Ivy Holt)
Job/Function in Holt: Hunter (he prefers hunting
without the hunting party)
Soul Name: Taki
Soul Name Known By: himself
Lifemates: N/A
Lovemates: Darkpool & Sable (both male, both in
his old holt (at least so he believes))
Recognized: N/A
Sexual Orientation: males this far (doesn't
actually know if he likes females)
Soul Brothers/Sisters: none
Family-
---Mother: Rainmist (mother, deceased)
---Father: Leaper (father, deceased
---Siblings: None
---Other: None
Gender: Male
Age: 20
Hair(Color and Style): Blond-brown just below
shoulders, kept free
Eyes: Brown
Scars/Tattoos: none
Skin Shade: Furry. Cream white on front and blond-brown
with dark brown/black spots on back and sides.
Build: Quite small, slender, pretty face, has cat tail
Height: 3'5"
Over-all Face (shape,look,etc...): oval/tear drop shape,
with large, narrow slanted eyes, thin lips, and a long
straight nose, and soft cheek bones. Has fur also on face,
and cat-like markings. His ears are a mix of elfin and cat ears.
Voice: high and boyish, occasionally unsure
Color Scheme: light browns
Clothes: Loincloth
Jewelry: none
Weapons/Tools: short bow, arrows
Magic: none
Skills: Climbing, running, swinging on vines &
jumping (very good); short bow, hunting, tracking,
scouting, agility, swimming
Likes: Darkpool and Sable, doing what he wants to
do at the moment, dreaming, “flying in the treetops”
(running and jumping in wild abandon high above
the ground, can't do in this new place, but remembers
it fondly)
Dislikes: Actually having to do something (no
matter if it’s fun if he has to do it when he doesn’t
feel like doing it), elves dying, fighting, hurt feelings
Personality: He’s naïve (not innocent but firm in
his belief that nothing really bad can happen) to
the boot, and it seems that nothing can shake
that. His mood varies between wild abandon and
contemplative dreaming. He’s quite lazy when it’s
“have to do” instead of “wants to do.” When in
dreaming mood, he sometimes talks to “thin air”,
believing he’s talking with his parents (and he
swears he hears them answer). He’s very emotional,
both ways. He loves with all his heart and soul,
and even small harsh words can hurt him deeply (but
he recovers quickly). He can be very introverted at
times, not actively shunning people but not seeking
them out either, probably due to the ridicule in his past.
History: He was named Dreamer as soon as he could
talk. More than half of his sentences started with
“If I could…”, “I wish I could…”, “Someday I
will…”, etc, and his head was completely in the clouds
(and still is). He’s lived his life as he enjoys it,
sometimes dreaming, sometimes doing, not always to
fullest, but what’s the hurry anyway? His parents
died when he was twelve. He didn’t take it very
seriously. Instead he started talking to them
every now and then like they were near him. If someone
said that they were gone, the response was always
the same, “They’re not. I can feel them.” He got
laughed at for that quite often. Two-three years
ago he befriended Darkpool during a celebration. He
was watching from the sidelines, quite far from the
other elves, and Darkpool sat down next to him
with a bowl of dreamberries. Before he really realized
it, Dreamer had poured out all his heart. Whether
it was because of the dreamberries or finally having
someone who listened without laughing, he still doesn’t
know. He started hanging around with Darkpool and his
lovemate Sable. At first he furred only with Darkpool
but (with some persuading by Darkpool and some dreamberries)
the trio lovemated a year ago. He doesn't remember how he
got on the desert, just that he was out hunting with his
lovemates and they got separated. Then there's a blank
spot in his memory (probably something bad happened and
his mind kinda snapped for a while, he'd never admit to
it, though, especially not to himself). But he reasoned
that he couldn't be too far from the edge of the weird
sand-place and home, so he started walking. He just
must have picked the wrong direction. He killed some
weird animal for food (fortunately he had a waterskin
with him) and took the skin for shelter from the sun,
traveling during nights (otherwise he would have
frozen, as he's from a rainforest). He's covered in
blood (from the animals he's killed) and barely
conscious when he passed near the Sand Dune Valley.
Bondbeast: none
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