Post by Daae on Mar 22, 2011 20:28:21 GMT -5
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.:Name of Character:. Daae (DY-yey)
.:Nick Name:. Dy
.:Age:. 23
.:Race:. Druid
.:Status:. Nomadic| ~ • ~ | Appearance | ~ • ~ |
.:Physical Appearance:. Dangerous. There is something overwhelmingly puckish and dodgey about Dy that's tends to immediately put people on edge. Long dark lashes frame massive honey-brown eyes offsetting her delicate features. Pale brown and wavy, her hair falls just past her shoulders and it's rarely done up as she prefers it loose. She's petite, standing at a modest five-foot-two and weighing in at a mere 115 pounds. Dy is slim framed, without much curvature, and fit. Thanks to her Irish roots, her skin has never been able to hold a tan and she maintains a soft ivory complexion. All that remains of her childhood among the Druids is a rune that was burned into her right forearm. It's little more than a pearly pink scar in an easy, twisted knot that is always carefully concealed by a sleeve. She dresses for the forests, more like a boy would than a girl. The weapons of her trade are carried concealed on her person, save her quiver and bow. They lay against her back until they are needed.
.:Height:. 5-foot-two
.:Portrayed by:. Natalie Portman| ~ • ~ | Personality | ~ • ~ |
.:Personality:.
Dy tends to vibe edgy and dark, but she's about the most laid back person to walk the forests of Camelot. The world around her and the increasing tension between the druids and the swords of Camelot rolls right off her back. She remains unconcerned with the plight of her own people and considers herself separate from it. A quick wit and a dry sense of humor keep Dy barbed and at a distance from those that cross her path. She is far from social, happier to be among the shadows and trees of her forest. Dy avoids the towns and cities, preferring those that require her services come to her.
People, in her opinion, invite trouble. Dy fully believes that everybody lies and it’s only a matter of time before they let you down. Rather than open herself up to that sort of disappointment, she simply keeps people out with sarcasm and hostility. Brazen and sure in her abilities, Dy manages to give off a dangerous slightly sinister vibe without ever even opening her mouth. It’s in the curl of her lip, the glint in her dark eyes when she looks at you that makes her utterly unapproachable. It’s little more than aggressive posturing, though step afoul of her and she will educate you of your error, make no mistake. As hard as Daae pretends to be, she's a truly compassionate person. Though difficult, Dy is a bleeding heart willing to do anything for anyone even if she happens to be doing it with a smirk and a quip.
Always watchful and alert, not much gets past Dy. She has a sort of hyper-awareness, an eye for detail, and has always paid very close attention to the world around her and the people in it. Considering her trade, Dy's keen eye has been a blessing, though she does use it to her advantage outside of its intended use. She's good at reading people and that comes with an innate ability to manipulate them. Thankfully there's a solid soul there, kind and playful, despite the impression she gives, and she rarely uses people for foul ends. She's never needlessly taken a life, and she has no plans to change that in the foreseeable future.
.:Strengths:.
- Athletic
- Perceptive
- Independent
- Manipulative
- Skilled hunter/tracker
.:Weaknesses:.
- Indifferent
- Takes nothing seriously
- Lonely
- Snarky
- Poor combat skills. She can do well enough against the beasts of the forests, but against a person with a blade, she's in for a major upset.
.:Magic Abilities:.
As she was raised among the druids until she was eight, Dy is aware of small magics and capable of performing mere elemental spells though she tends to avoid tapping into that particular part of herself. Her laughable power is far from impressive and her knowledge of spells incredibly limited. Dy doesn't even acknowledge that she was a Druid, let alone is. She's a trapper, nothing more.
.:Special Skills:. A trapper and tracker by trade, Dy is a highly skilled hunter. Hyper-perceptive as she is, she can find her way in the woods and mountains and near flawlessly follow trails left by others. What's more important, she can vanish with equal ease.
.:Accents:. Common| ~ • ~ | History | ~ • ~ |
.:Birthplace:. Boarderlands of Camelot and Mercia
.:Family:. Sorcha - Mother - Druid in Mercia
Darrah - Father - Druid in Mercia
.:Occupation:. Trapper / Tracker
.:Current Location of Residence:. Forests outside Camelot
.:History:.
Daae was the first born for her young mother, though her father was known to dally with other women. If she had any siblings amid the Druids that circulated the mountains that acted as a boarder between Camelot and Mercia, Dy wasn't to know about it. Truthfully, she didn't much care. She was trouble from the get go, distant from the others in the camp and combative. While intelligent enough to retain what she was taught, the wee girl fought her own culture every step of the way. Nothing about the Druid's isolated life of quiet contemplation and learning suited the rebellious, mischievous child. The constant seclusion wasn't so bad. She actually enjoyed being free to do her own thing, at her own pace. It was the boredom and repetition that rubbed her raw. She resented her adventures among the rocks and trees being interrupted for boring meditation and recitations. Dy was made for a faster life than sitting about regurgitating lore and learning the uses for plants. The wonders of magic and all it could do was common place in the camp and so was unimpressive and taken seriously for granted by the budding Druid.
Ever the rebel and annoyed by a life she found stilted and painfully dull, Dy was in the habit of disappearing for long stretches. She would sneak out of the camps and spend days alone in the crags with only herself and her beast of a dog for company. She never got lost, always eventually finding her way back by retracing her steps. Her long absences were unappreciated by the others, their patience wearing thin where the little one was concerned. They cautioned her against animals, against rogue travelers... against the red-clad knights that patrolled the boarders between the two kingdoms, warning her the one day she might not be lucky enough to make it back to the camp and the safety of her family. Strange how the very thing they cautioned against was something that Dy wished for whole-heartedly. On her breaks from the camp, Dy got a kick out of playfully stalking the different knights that patrolled the Mercian boarder. She thought herself rather clever, peeping around rocks and watching them, as though they didn't see her in return. It was arrogance and ignorance, but she had fun, pretending she was a solider and tracking them as they rode disinterested in their filthy little shadow.
Only a few weeks after her eighth birthday, Dy and her dog vanished as usual. She determined not to come back to the tent until she found something interesting... or until she was hungry. Whichever came first. She found something interesting alright. Dy simply wandered too close and was plucked out from behind a rock by a mail-clad knight in Camelot's colors. To the tiny girl he was a behemoth monster and she struggled tooth and nail... but it did no good. She was caught between one land and the next by a young knight, one with orders that all Druids were to be captured and, if the resisted, killed. He had no sympathy for magic-using gypsies, but for ferocious little girls and their faithful dogs, he was more amused than anything. She was barefoot, underfed, unarmed (save that vicious mouth of hers), and insisting that she was a tracker and if he didn't let her go immediately her dog was going to bite him! Dy wasn't really missing home, so she made no move to escape from her new means of entertainment. She couldn't comprehend why her family and the others were so afraid of the knights. After all, he had real food, and knew how to tie lots of useful knots, and his horse was so lovely and he let her feed him a carrot! Dy simply stayed put, while he put off the inevitable. This child could not be allowed to grow into an enemy of the King. Truly this was a dilemma...
It was nearly a week later that the knight made his decision to drop the little girl off in a small village some five day's walk from the castle. She was young enough, he reasoned, that the Druid's influence on her wouldn't stick and he would be spared from cutting down an adorable little girl in cold blood. Dy took one look at the crowded little town, full of fences and walls and shut down. Dy had been talkative and combative their entire journey and the knight was confused by this sudden shy behavior but he did not have the time or the desire to deal with it. Dy was left in the village and taken in by an aging trapper who had no children of his own and a need for an extra pair of hands. In less than two weeks the little druid had become the the trapper's fosterling, and Dy took to her new life far better than she had to her own.
As the only child of the Trapper, Dy was treated not as a daughter, but as a son and apprentice. She was taught to maintain her foster father's tools, how to properly capture the game, clean and skin the kill... her lists of responsibilities grew as she did and Dy was always eager to learn more. This wasn't boring recitation or herb lore. This was life and death and a true challenge. As capable as she was as a trapper, Dy's real skill was as a tracker. Gone was the impish little girl that stalked soldiers from the rock paths. She had grown into a true hunter. Dy could take a glance around a clearing and know what manner of creatures had passed through, what they'd done while they were there, and how long ago they'd gone. What was more, she could make herself disappear, and she often did. Even after all the years that had passed, Dy was still a highly solitary being. She was more at home among the trees than in the village and her foster father allowed it. He knew enough to know that his apprentice wasn't just some orphaned scut, but the best way to protect her was to fuse her old nature with her new one. After all, there was nothing unusual about a trapper that was comfortable amid the trees.
With the old Trapper's death, Daae did what any son would have and slipped into his place. The fact that she was female did little to stop her though it did cause some hesitation among her father's usual clientele. Women weren't meant for such things, and Dy wasn't meant to be just a farmer's wife. God help anyone who challenged her claim to her father's home or his tools. She wasn't much of a fighter but she was a wicked little thing and the woods that ran along the main road to Camelot were her domain... and she was awfully good with that bow and arrow. Dy always let that threat hang in the air and while she was seldom hired, she was also left alone.
That was fine with her.
Dy is now twenty three years old and has returned to her old habits. She spends more and more time away from her house, deep in the woods. Whether she's tracking something or simply searching, she's not entirely sure anymore, but destiny is funny like that. It arrives when it's least expected.
