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Name:Caera Reid
Age:28
Nationality: Two Rivers
Place of Birth:Mountains of Mist (mining camp)
Place of Residence:Where the pack goes
Affiliation:the wolves
Rank/Title:Wolfsister
Talents:wolfbond,wolfdream
Weapon Skills:
Martial: 5 | Hand-Held: 6 | Stave: 3 | Thrown: 3 | Ranged: 7 | Mounted: 1
Height:5’5”
Weight:120
Build/Complexion:stout and tanned
Eye/Hair Color:brown hair, golden eyes
Distinguishing Features:
Wit and humor are sometimes the key to survival. Having grown up in a mining camp, Caera knows how to throw her punches both physical and verbal. She isn’t afraid to speak her mind when she feels she needs too. However, Cae finds it easier to stay out of the affairs of humans. Politics is a game she has very little experience with.
She has a few non-fur friends, scattered around the continent depending on where the pack goes. Caera isn’t afraid to make a couple coins hunting for butcher shops or being a trail guide. Being a between helps her keep her wolf friends safe. Normally she avoids larger cities- the sounds and smells can be overwhelming and, in spite of there being a couple prominent wolfbrothers now in history, people ask too many questions.
Caera is a fighter when she needs to be. With teeth bared she will defend those in her pack with tooth and nail. This includes a few humans she’s fully befriended over time- not so much acquaintances.
Born in a mining camp within the Mountains of Mist, Caera was the youngest of five older brothers. Growing up she was expected to help her mother with the small, ramshackle home. It was a dreary place- mist and mostly snow made up the majority of their weather, leaving only a few days out of the year where the sun actually shone down on them. Caera hated it and would often sneak down the deer trails to look at the lowlands and just how green they could be. In an odd way she was jealous of them. The only green she ever saw was when she was able to sneak far enough away from home.
Caera was often deemed a dreamer among the people in their little camp. Her father hated it and would often scold her for not being as practical as everyone else in the family was. Cae, of course, would argue back stating she wanted to leave the camp forever. It rarely happened for the camp workers: you lived there and you died there. New people only came up in hopes of finding their fortunes then were too broke to leave. But Caera was defiant against that thought. She’d get out of there one way or another. When she and her father did get along, she learned a lot about the stones that came from the mountain and their worth. Surprisingly she had a good eye for the shiny stones the nobles below were greedy for.
Having older brothers meant that, much to her mother’s dismay, Caera learned to roughhouse. Her sewing and cooking skills were just okay, she couldn’t carry a tune, but she sure as heck learned to block a punch. At the age of 16 her father announced she would be married off in an attempt to rein her in. Devastated with the news, the young girl plotted her escape.
Two days before the wedding she quietly made her way down the mountain towards the green lands below. Caera had packed only what she thought she needed to travel lightly. However, considering how she had never traveled before, she was certainly underprepared for the journey. A snow storm hit during the night causing her to lose her path on the small foot trail she had scouted out. It didn’t take long for the layered clothes to be no force against the bitter, biting feeling in her limbs. Blinded by the wind and snow, she found a small set of bramble she tried using for shelter. Cae was too cold and too tired to keep going. Perhaps in the morning…
Regardless of the snow that had settled on her, there was warmth. Warmth that had not been there when she had fallen asleep. When she managed to crack an eye open and see the source, her heart nearly stopped. It was a wolf. A rather nonchalant wolf at that- her stirring caused it to wake. The two stared at each other for the Light knew how long and, for a brief second, it was as if she could understand it. When the gray wolf stood, Cae watched it warily. Was it going to eat her?
As it moved away it stopped only once to turn back toward her, its head cocking to the side curiously. With only a bit of hesitation she followed.
What followed next was over ten years of adventures that she never thought she’d have. Her instructor, an older man who was a wolfbrother, was a man that didn’t deal in second chances. He was a prominent member of the wolf society and was considered one of the stronger alphas in their position. The man made sure that if this was something Caera was going to commit to that she would not waver an inch in her decision. When she finally earned her wolfname, it was the proudest that she had ever been. Silverfox had found her place in the pack.
Finding the balance between the human world and the pack was hard. To give in too much to either side could cause consequences no one wanted to deal with. The humans still questioned their golden eyes regardless of the legacy Lord Perrin had left and the wolves still cautioned about those that used the One Power. But survival and keeping a grasp on her human side required interacting with them… and the need of coin to purchase things. Now she helps protect the pack, hunting to help feed the cubs and the humans willing to do business with her. Being in the country, it was easy to help keep the humans away from pack areas or so she thought. When they moved she went with them, sometimes finding new wolfbrothers or sisters to train and spending time with others in the family. Caera can only hope whatever turning of the Wheel comes next the wolves would be able to remain hidden.
Books read: all of them multiple times
Age:28
Nationality: Two Rivers
Place of Birth:Mountains of Mist (mining camp)
Place of Residence:Where the pack goes
Affiliation:the wolves
Rank/Title:Wolfsister
Talents:wolfbond,wolfdream
Weapon Skills:
Martial: 5 | Hand-Held: 6 | Stave: 3 | Thrown: 3 | Ranged: 7 | Mounted: 1
APPEARANCE
Height:5’5”
Weight:120
Build/Complexion:stout and tanned
Eye/Hair Color:brown hair, golden eyes
Distinguishing Features:
- usually wears a mix of braids, heads, and feathers in her hair
- golden eyes that shine in the dark
- a beauty mark under her right eye by her nose
PERSONALITY
Wit and humor are sometimes the key to survival. Having grown up in a mining camp, Caera knows how to throw her punches both physical and verbal. She isn’t afraid to speak her mind when she feels she needs too. However, Cae finds it easier to stay out of the affairs of humans. Politics is a game she has very little experience with.
She has a few non-fur friends, scattered around the continent depending on where the pack goes. Caera isn’t afraid to make a couple coins hunting for butcher shops or being a trail guide. Being a between helps her keep her wolf friends safe. Normally she avoids larger cities- the sounds and smells can be overwhelming and, in spite of there being a couple prominent wolfbrothers now in history, people ask too many questions.
Caera is a fighter when she needs to be. With teeth bared she will defend those in her pack with tooth and nail. This includes a few humans she’s fully befriended over time- not so much acquaintances.
HISTORY
Born in a mining camp within the Mountains of Mist, Caera was the youngest of five older brothers. Growing up she was expected to help her mother with the small, ramshackle home. It was a dreary place- mist and mostly snow made up the majority of their weather, leaving only a few days out of the year where the sun actually shone down on them. Caera hated it and would often sneak down the deer trails to look at the lowlands and just how green they could be. In an odd way she was jealous of them. The only green she ever saw was when she was able to sneak far enough away from home.
Caera was often deemed a dreamer among the people in their little camp. Her father hated it and would often scold her for not being as practical as everyone else in the family was. Cae, of course, would argue back stating she wanted to leave the camp forever. It rarely happened for the camp workers: you lived there and you died there. New people only came up in hopes of finding their fortunes then were too broke to leave. But Caera was defiant against that thought. She’d get out of there one way or another. When she and her father did get along, she learned a lot about the stones that came from the mountain and their worth. Surprisingly she had a good eye for the shiny stones the nobles below were greedy for.
Having older brothers meant that, much to her mother’s dismay, Caera learned to roughhouse. Her sewing and cooking skills were just okay, she couldn’t carry a tune, but she sure as heck learned to block a punch. At the age of 16 her father announced she would be married off in an attempt to rein her in. Devastated with the news, the young girl plotted her escape.
Two days before the wedding she quietly made her way down the mountain towards the green lands below. Caera had packed only what she thought she needed to travel lightly. However, considering how she had never traveled before, she was certainly underprepared for the journey. A snow storm hit during the night causing her to lose her path on the small foot trail she had scouted out. It didn’t take long for the layered clothes to be no force against the bitter, biting feeling in her limbs. Blinded by the wind and snow, she found a small set of bramble she tried using for shelter. Cae was too cold and too tired to keep going. Perhaps in the morning…
Regardless of the snow that had settled on her, there was warmth. Warmth that had not been there when she had fallen asleep. When she managed to crack an eye open and see the source, her heart nearly stopped. It was a wolf. A rather nonchalant wolf at that- her stirring caused it to wake. The two stared at each other for the Light knew how long and, for a brief second, it was as if she could understand it. When the gray wolf stood, Cae watched it warily. Was it going to eat her?
As it moved away it stopped only once to turn back toward her, its head cocking to the side curiously. With only a bit of hesitation she followed.
What followed next was over ten years of adventures that she never thought she’d have. Her instructor, an older man who was a wolfbrother, was a man that didn’t deal in second chances. He was a prominent member of the wolf society and was considered one of the stronger alphas in their position. The man made sure that if this was something Caera was going to commit to that she would not waver an inch in her decision. When she finally earned her wolfname, it was the proudest that she had ever been. Silverfox had found her place in the pack.
Finding the balance between the human world and the pack was hard. To give in too much to either side could cause consequences no one wanted to deal with. The humans still questioned their golden eyes regardless of the legacy Lord Perrin had left and the wolves still cautioned about those that used the One Power. But survival and keeping a grasp on her human side required interacting with them… and the need of coin to purchase things. Now she helps protect the pack, hunting to help feed the cubs and the humans willing to do business with her. Being in the country, it was easy to help keep the humans away from pack areas or so she thought. When they moved she went with them, sometimes finding new wolfbrothers or sisters to train and spending time with others in the family. Caera can only hope whatever turning of the Wheel comes next the wolves would be able to remain hidden.
Books read: all of them multiple times