Post by rowan michael on Mar 6, 2011 16:38:18 GMT -5
Name:
Rowan Michael
Age/Year:
16, year four
Birthday:
October 31
Face:
Personality:
Rowan is not afraid to speak her mind when she had a point to make, just like she is not afraid to keep her silence when it is called for. She has adopted the honour bound system that binds her every word into a promise that she must keep. She is also brutally honest as a result of this and this trait tends to keep others away from her, leaving her as a basic loner. But when people can get past that fact about her, she becomes like a wolf, fiercely protective and loyal to them.
She doesn't like the bullying of the weak, but she isn't one to stop it in it's tracks. Instead she preforms the round about way of it by forcing the weaker to become strong enough to take on their problems without relying on the 'heroes' of the world.
As for nature, she feels most at ease and communicative when she is secluded within the many forested areas of the school. Where as, when she is any place else, she tends to keep a sharp eye out for danger of any sort while forcing her body to appear as the instructors of the school wish it to.
Perfectly attuned to nature and all it's elements.
Companion:
Ulric
History:
Born on the devil's night, Rowan's parents believed that she would need all the protection she could get. Since the rowan tree was a natural protective force, they named her after it. As it turned out, Rowan did need all the help she could get.
When she was 8 years old, she was taking a walk with her mother on a nature reserve and, being a child, her curiosity took over and she was soon separated from her only protection from the beasts that roamed within the area. Lost and scared, Rowan searched for a way back to her mother's side when she stumbled in the path of a wolf pack. The wolves advanced around her, encircling her as if she were their prey. Thinking that she was moments away from death, a cub broke the adult's circle and bounded over to her, knocking her clear off her feet so that it could get to her face for a good cleaning.
The tongue was hot, smooth, and very wet, but Rowan's fear was gone as she began to scratch the cub between it's ears. The adult wolves backed down and watched in amusement as the human and beast began to play.
It was nearly sunset when Rowan was found. Moments before the human park rangers entered the space the group was at, the wolves cleared out, leaving only the original cub behind in the girl's care. It took much persuading but eventually, Ulric, as the wolf cub became known, was allowed to follow Rowan home, without the fear of being shot on sight.
6 years later, with Ulric by her side, Rowan was sent to a private school in Maine. Her parents knew that even the girl's name would be salvation to the path of evil if she chose it. And hopefully, she would never be able to, now that she was away from modern technology and surrounded by the landscape that she would forever call home.
Now in her 4th year of school, Rowan has changed from her original childhood. She seeks the cover of trees not for familiarity so much as a way to spend time with her furry friend and forcing the negative emotions she feels when around other people out of her body so that she doesn't destroy the peace she is desperate to hold on to.
Posting Sample:
The soft chirps of birdsong filled the air, basking the woman in the presence of life. She sat with her back against an ancient oak, braiding a crown out of the wild flowers that grew around her. Next to the blond, a grey wolf lay there with it's head resting on its forepaws, a flower crown resting on his head. His eyes looked at the girl with something akin to that of a puppy look. As the second crown was completed, the wolf finally caught the woman's eye. She smirked as she placed her own crown on her head.
"Ulric, you can forget about taking that off." She said and the wolf powered up the pitiful look. "Forget it. It's not going to happen."
It was almost like the wolf shrugged as he yawned, causing the crown to slip to hang around a single ear. This caused the blond to giggle, at least until a sharp snap of a twig snapped both of their heads up and in the direction of the intruder. They didn't even have to look at each other to see what the other would do as they slowly stood, their crowns slipping from their heads and falling noiselessly to the ground.
Whoever was out there, these two were ready.
[words = 212]
Found with:
An advertisement on Alighieri Academy
Rowan Michael
Age/Year:
16, year four
Birthday:
October 31
Face:
Personality:
Rowan is not afraid to speak her mind when she had a point to make, just like she is not afraid to keep her silence when it is called for. She has adopted the honour bound system that binds her every word into a promise that she must keep. She is also brutally honest as a result of this and this trait tends to keep others away from her, leaving her as a basic loner. But when people can get past that fact about her, she becomes like a wolf, fiercely protective and loyal to them.
She doesn't like the bullying of the weak, but she isn't one to stop it in it's tracks. Instead she preforms the round about way of it by forcing the weaker to become strong enough to take on their problems without relying on the 'heroes' of the world.
As for nature, she feels most at ease and communicative when she is secluded within the many forested areas of the school. Where as, when she is any place else, she tends to keep a sharp eye out for danger of any sort while forcing her body to appear as the instructors of the school wish it to.
Perfectly attuned to nature and all it's elements.
Companion:
Ulric
History:
Born on the devil's night, Rowan's parents believed that she would need all the protection she could get. Since the rowan tree was a natural protective force, they named her after it. As it turned out, Rowan did need all the help she could get.
When she was 8 years old, she was taking a walk with her mother on a nature reserve and, being a child, her curiosity took over and she was soon separated from her only protection from the beasts that roamed within the area. Lost and scared, Rowan searched for a way back to her mother's side when she stumbled in the path of a wolf pack. The wolves advanced around her, encircling her as if she were their prey. Thinking that she was moments away from death, a cub broke the adult's circle and bounded over to her, knocking her clear off her feet so that it could get to her face for a good cleaning.
The tongue was hot, smooth, and very wet, but Rowan's fear was gone as she began to scratch the cub between it's ears. The adult wolves backed down and watched in amusement as the human and beast began to play.
It was nearly sunset when Rowan was found. Moments before the human park rangers entered the space the group was at, the wolves cleared out, leaving only the original cub behind in the girl's care. It took much persuading but eventually, Ulric, as the wolf cub became known, was allowed to follow Rowan home, without the fear of being shot on sight.
6 years later, with Ulric by her side, Rowan was sent to a private school in Maine. Her parents knew that even the girl's name would be salvation to the path of evil if she chose it. And hopefully, she would never be able to, now that she was away from modern technology and surrounded by the landscape that she would forever call home.
Now in her 4th year of school, Rowan has changed from her original childhood. She seeks the cover of trees not for familiarity so much as a way to spend time with her furry friend and forcing the negative emotions she feels when around other people out of her body so that she doesn't destroy the peace she is desperate to hold on to.
Posting Sample:
The soft chirps of birdsong filled the air, basking the woman in the presence of life. She sat with her back against an ancient oak, braiding a crown out of the wild flowers that grew around her. Next to the blond, a grey wolf lay there with it's head resting on its forepaws, a flower crown resting on his head. His eyes looked at the girl with something akin to that of a puppy look. As the second crown was completed, the wolf finally caught the woman's eye. She smirked as she placed her own crown on her head.
"Ulric, you can forget about taking that off." She said and the wolf powered up the pitiful look. "Forget it. It's not going to happen."
It was almost like the wolf shrugged as he yawned, causing the crown to slip to hang around a single ear. This caused the blond to giggle, at least until a sharp snap of a twig snapped both of their heads up and in the direction of the intruder. They didn't even have to look at each other to see what the other would do as they slowly stood, their crowns slipping from their heads and falling noiselessly to the ground.
Whoever was out there, these two were ready.
[words = 212]
Found with:
An advertisement on Alighieri Academy
