.. name: reece (often goes by “ree”)
.. gender: female
.. age: twenty
.. appearance: ree is lightly built, small enough to be considered “delicate” by those that don’t know her well. this illusion tends to be spoiled by the near-constant bruises or scrapes that tend to cover her hands, arms, and legs. her skin is very fair, despite her having been outdoors most of her life. as a result she tends to burn very easily and very frequently. she has reddish brown hair that she crops very short, as it tends to make it easier to take care of, and hazel eyes that tend more toward green than brown. on her right bicep is a tattoo of a chinese dragon eating its own tail. more often than not she has leaves, vines, or assorted “pretty” things she finds stuck into her hair or tied around a wrist.
.. defects: very mild claustrophobia
.. personality: ree tends toward being curious, flighty, and excitable. in addition, she also believes the best of anyone she meets, regardless of how cruel their action might seem – she always has an excuse for them, even if they don’t. combined with the fact that she can be convinced to keep any secret provided a game is made from it and she becomes the perfect person to keep any activity silent… as long as she doesn’t forget it’s supposed to be a secret game. her interests fall almost perfectly in line with this: she prefers exploration to staying still and finding “secrets” to learning formally. her inability to keep a job falls perfectly in line with this – she survives mostly on begging, scavenging, or doing odd jobs that don’t expect more than a week or two at most. even then she’s easily distracted by the nearest shiny or new object in her surroundings or the sporadic expression of her bubble magic.
.. history: ree was the fourth child born to a merchant and trader. her father’s pay from his time fighting allowed them to purchase a small farm that ree spent most of her life on. while her mother attempted to teach her writing and multiplication in order to follow a trading path she neglected her studies, leaving her unable to read, write, or multiply save in twos. it was far more exciting to follow her father as he tended to animals and taught her archery, though she became only moderately proficient in the latter. the only skill she “excelled” in was survival techniques, though this is due mostly to the fact that she has had a great deal of time to work on improving it through her wanderings. even so her skills focus mainly on what is edible, what is toxic, and finding shelter at night.
.. i’d like to spend my first coin on bubble manipulation, please.
.. sample:
.. today was far too good of a day to stay inside. luckily, ree was not inside and had no plans to go inside today. it was exploring time and there was nothing better than to get away from town and find things that no one knew were there. already she’d found the river (okay, that wasn’t that big of a secret) and a clearing in the woods that had stuff in it and a house that looked like it was burned and once a dragon! she was sure it was a dragon. everyone she told said it was a cloud, but she wasn’t fooled. she wanted to see it again, but so far the dragon had kept himself hidden in the woods. the woods were better anyway, it was too hot outside and she was already nursing burns from yesterday’s trek to find food. ree had spent all day gathering things that might be of use, but looking at them today she couldn’t remember why she’d grabbed some of them. there was the shiny stone, that was obviously useful, but why had she put it in a cup? no matter how much she poked at the cup it was still a cup, but maybe it wasn’t a cup if something special was put in it. there was a pretty flower as well, a bit wilted but still bright, and with a happy squeal she pounced on it and turned it over in her hands a few times before putting it in her hair where it stuck almost straight up.
.. after stuffing everything back into her pack (everything, in this case, being a few packs of food and a whole lot more pretty flowers, rocks, or pieces of paper) the fairy took off for the woods as fast as her small legs could take her. had she long hair it undoubtedly would have been forced into her face as she ran into a somewhat stiff wind but she had cropped it for just that reason and so she saw the branch the evil fairies had pulled out of the ground to trip her. such evil fairies were everywhere and you couldn’t be too careful about avoiding their traps. another one, right before she reached the trees! there had to be something in the woods if they were guarding it this closely.
.. hitting the shelter of the trees was as shocking as falling into water. it was at least ten degrees cooler in the shade and ree whooped in pleasure as she ran. the shade and cool felt better on her burns than all the water she’d tried yesterday night. she would visit the clearing today, she decided. there were things there that she hadn’t felt like carrying yesterday that might be useful. there was even a length of rope up in a tree, though she couldn’t imagine why anyone would have rope draped over a tree. there’d been an axe too, a new one! people left all sorts of things in the woods sometimes. once she’d even found a whole bunch of meat, cooked and just left for some lucky person to find. but today she had food, so she wanted that rope. it would come in handy if she met the dragon, then the dragon could be taken back and everyone would know it wasn’t a cloud after all and then she’d have a real dragon.
.. this thought was so excited she stopped in her tracks. an expression of wonder crossed her mind at the thought of owning a real dragon and for a moment she is almost angelic (albeit, a dirty, skinny angel) in her awe of the idea of riding a dragon. it is only when the wind kicks up enough to throw leaves against her pants that she remembers that she needs the rope to get her dragon ride and that meant she had to get to the clearing before anyone else could find the rope. with a delighted laugh just behind her lips she bursts into the clearing only to have the laugh turn into a strangled “hey!” at the sight of an empty clearing. someone had taken all of it. didn’t they know you were only supposed to take parts and leave what wasn’t useful for you right then? that was the rule after all. her frustration at the breaking of this rule is clear in the angry glare she shoots at the former-rope-holding tree and the way she stomps one of the tracks beneath her as well as the sudden appearance of several bubbles that announced themselves behind her with snaps and pops as they disappeared.
.. now how was she supposed to catch the dragon, with her hands?
.. player name: nicky
.. found through sister sitesreece |
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