Fern Wildflower

[Treble Tiderunner]

Your character's full name: Fern Wildflower
Age: 17
Species: river otter
Gender: Female
Appearance:

A little on the short side, Fern is of average weight and body mass, nothing really special on that count. On the other paw, her fur is a dark brown with red tints. Against her creamy white underside and combined with the delicate bone structure and big green eyes of her face, she's quite pretty.

Fern usually wears a dark green dress that complements the red tints of her fur and her green eyes perfectly. She ties it with a soft, white woven belt.

Belongings:

Fern usually carries a charcoal stick and a bark-paper notebook sewn together and bound with a barkcloth cover. She uses this to write her songs and poems in.

Job or Position:

none

Personality:

Fern is a rather quiet young otter. She's very intelligent and can often be found with her head in a book. She's not very outgoing, but if it looks like someone needs a friend, she's always there to help.

She's not shy, she just prefers listening to talking, but this doesn't preclude her from talking somebeast's ear off! Fern is nice and kind until you make her mad. It takes a lot to make her mad, but when that happens-- Watch out!

She loves to sing and has alovely voice to match.

Strengths:
A good cook, Fern is pretty good at improvising recipe.
Fern is pretty good at writing songs and poetry.

Weaknesses:
Not a warrior, she is a definite liability in any fight.
When she looses her temper, she looses it in a big way.
Fern is also afraid of heights. Not in a panicky way, but more in a quiet, what if it breaks/I fall? kind of way.

History and Background Information:

Born late one spring roughly sixteen years ago, Fern was named after her mother's favorite plant. 'Besides, its a lovely name, Fern Wildflower.' And so it was agreed. It was the last thing she said in this life.

She and her father and grandmother lived a pretty sheltered life, for the most part, in a sheltered holt by a mountain stream. They lived there peacefully for many a year, catching fish in the stream and rarely seeing another beast.

Now, it just so happened that Fern's father wasn't the youngest of beasts, and the mountain is hard on it inhabitants. He died one hard mountain winter of a cough that never left.

Fern was twelve. She helped her grandmother bury him when the ground thawed enough, and they went on with their solitary existance.

One morning, not so long ago, Fern went to wake her grandmother up for breakfast. She didn't wake up. Fern sat down and cried for a long time, for her father, for her mother, for her grandmother, and for herself. Then she gathered her things, blocked the door to the hut, and set it on fire.

She set off down-mountain, curious about the great big world.

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[Tirael]

Hmm...have I met her before?

Approved.