Bowstorm Boyer & Fletcher Player: Robyn Becker Last Updated: March 3, 2004 Update CIS

Attributes

Current Name: Bowstorm [1756-1770]
Cub Name: Bucksprout [1722-1756]
Preserver Name: Sunnybad Highthing

Soul Name: Aeras

Known By:
Smokepath (mother, alive)
Lovemaker (father, alive)
Bladeshore (soul brother, deceased)

Sex: Male
Age: 48
Hunt Blooded: No

Eyes:
Round, blue/green in colour and changes with his moods.

Hair:
Long, curly, sunny blonde hair with gold highlights, down to mid back, with bangs that end just above his eyes.

Facial Features:
Oval face, squarish jaw, up-turned nose, high cheekbones and thin arching brows which are usually hidden under his unusually wide fillet.

Height: 4'5" (134 cm)
Skin: Lightly tanned.
Build: Wiry but strong.

Magic:
Sending (below average)
Magic Feeling (average)
Wolf Bonding (above average)

Clothes:
Black leather headband. Black sleeveless half vest and pants; pants are tucked into green thigh boots. Green and gold loincloth and green arm guards. Vest, boots and arm guards all have two gold stripes, loincloth has on. Also, matching back quiver in green with gold stripes.

Colours Worn: Green, black and gold.
Jewellery: Leather armband decorated with crocodilian teeth made by his father, Lovemaker. Though he doesn't wear it now, he does keep it in his den, as a treasured remembrance of his 'cubhood'. He has added a necklace made out of a single feather attached to cord with six greenish-black stones and four dark yellow stones. The feather is gold with a green center, and inspired his whole outfit change.

Heritage Skills Acrobatics Climbing Direction Sense Diving Fishing: General Hiding Hunting: General Howling Gathering: Basic Lore: Fauna Lore: Flora Running Self-Defence Steath Swimming Throwing Ride: Wolf	Personal Skills Crafting: Boyer/Fletcher ** Language: Sky Singer ** Crafting: Traps * Decorative: Arrows * Gathering: Eggs * Language: Land Loper * Prankster * Scouting * Tracking * Stone Skipping	Weapon Skills Bow ** Dagger * Sling
** = Primary skill * = Secondary skill

Relationships

Family:
Smokepath (mother, alive)
Lovemaker (father, alive)
Lark (sister, alive)
Dapple (sister, alive)
Tendril (niece, alive)

Mates:
Honeyhue (lovemate, alive) [1767-1770]

Soul Sibling: Bladeshore (deceased) [1722-1751]

Friends:
Lark, Lovemaker, Mystic, Honeyhue, Foxears, Colorcast, Birchbark, Glimmer.

Role Play

Personality:
Carefree and easy going, Bowstorm possesses a great love of adventure and practical jokes. He enjoys a good laugh, usually at the expense of others, but isn't above laughing at himself, either. He is a swift thinker and it is this mental flexibility that often aids him in getting out of the trouble his all too eager spirit tends to get him into.

He loves his big family and is very close to each family member, although his manner of showing it is less traditional than most, as parents and siblings are frequently well-meaning victims of his pranks. Bowstorm idolizes his father, while he shows near quiet appreciation for his mother and both sisters, whose stauch quirkes make for good fodder. Age has softened his boyish tormenting of Lark and Dapple but not entirely. The death of his first wolf-friend, Squall, sombered him somewhat and he has only just recently taken a new bond.

Bowstorm finds the humans infinitely fascinating. The Sky Singers especially pique his curiosity and his being 'captured' by them a number of turns ago only heightened his interest in the strange five-fingers who seem to worship the elves and wolves. The more barbaric Land Lopers, however, cast a grave shadow on the young fletcher and even he avoids them for the most part. Bowstorm has taken to learning the human tongues, feeling it may be a valuable knowledge for his tribe.

He had been showing signs of depression, but his mating with Honeyhue has wiped that all away. The issues he has had to deal with regarding his feelings for Honeyhue have started to mature him, and it looks like the happy-go-lucky prankster may have hung up his bucket of mud for good. He is still concerned about losing Honeyhue to Lionheart, but nothing has happened despite the young male's return from his soul name search. Deep down, Bowstorm knows he's eventually going to have to seek Lionheart out and push the issue.

Treasures:
Leather and crocodilian teeth armband. Some trinkets stolen from the Sky Singer village, and a small human doll that one of the Sky Singer children gave him.

History:
Owing to his own near fatal river accident and the one suffered by his mother, Bowstorm possesses a fear of great waters. His father, Lovemaker, has taught him how to be a proficient swimmer and when younger the two would frequently go swimming and cliff diving but since nearly drowning he does not feel comfortable in anything other than the calmest of pools.

Many turns ago, Bowstorm, along with Glimmer, were 'captured' by Sky Singers. The two-some were hunting and came across a haunch of branch horn lying in a clearing. Bowstorm investigated but was careless in his zeal and tripped off the net snare, trapping both himself and Glimmer in the sticky webbing. The humans, surprised to see the elf and preserver in their nets, carried both Bowstorm and Glimmer back to the camp where the worshipful humans began a celebration feast for the 'spirit' and his watchful ward. Bowstorm and Glimmer, however, slipped free from the village and hurried back to the holt unharmed.

In time the curious human watcher began to learn the human language through regular study of their village, hidden in thick foliage of nearby treetops. He also began to make more frequent tips into the village under the cloak of night, investigating the settlement, huts and other items of interest to elfin eyes.

During the battle between the two human tribes, Bowstorm took it upon himself and against his Chieftess' orders, to help the Sky Singers turn the bloody tide. Hiding within the protective safety of the forest canopy, he skillfully picked off numerous Land Loper warriors with his bow and arrows. It was this moment that defined his new tribal name: Bowstorm.

On a brighter note, he surprisingly befriended his long-time adversary, Foxears, much to the chagrin of his sister, Lark. After a decidedly nasty duel of pranks, they agreed to a truce and to work together pulling nasty tricks against the rest of the holt, instead of one another.

The young Bowstorm refused to bond with a new cub for several turns following the lost of his soul brother and Squall, his first bond-wolf. His family recently conspired to set him up with a new pup, resulting in his deep bond of the lone, out-of-season female pup, whom he named Whitewater. Her presence settle him down for a little, and calmed his mood, but her opening of his emotional barrier set free his urge for an elfin companion.

Feeling the need to find someone to share his adventures and feelings with, Bowstorm centered on Honeyhue, only to be painfully rebuffed. With the help of Foxears, Colorcast and Birchbark, he eventually got over Honeyhue's refusal to even give him a chance. As much as he enjoyed Birchbark and Colorcast's company, though, he knew it wasn't going to last, which saddened him a little. He also knew that, regardless of what she'd said and done to him, he still wanted Honeyhue. Seeing her, even from afar, still hurt, so he steadfastly avoided her for a whole moon before Foxears forced them to confront each other and settle things. Much to his surprise and delight, after a heated emotional battle, Honeyhue quietly admitted that she did like him, and agreed to a mating. Bowstorm, seeing her uncertainties, promised not to get in her way if she chose to go with Lionheart if or when the time came. In his heart, he prays to the High Ones that Lionheart will be willing to share Honeyhue with him.

However, he's nowhere near 'settled'. Mating with Honeyhue hasn't changed their fiery relationship much, and he began obsessing over her once again. After yet another long talk, where Honeyhue actually played the calm, rational one, Bowstorm realized that while he did love her, he seemed to love loving her more. The realization shook him to his core and opened his eyes to a more believable reality.

Wolf-Friend

Name: Whitewater Sex: Female Age: 6 Rank: Low

Markings:
Golden in colour. Her muzzle, eyebrows, feet and tips of ears and tail are a salt and pepper mix of black, grey and white.

Personality:
Giddy, energetic and cuddly. Due to their intensly strong bond, Whitewater has a knack for ferretting out Bowstorm's worst fears and problems and tackling them head-on. She is a very playful pup, but she can be frightfully serious for one her age, and sometimes her maturity startles and even scares Bowstorm. He sometimes fears that she invariably puts herself at risk trying to break him of his fears, and worries that one day she may come to harm over it.

Whitewater seems to have taken over the role of prankster from Bowstorm. While he's grown out of it, she's grown into it, and Bowstorm is forced many a time to save her furry butt from trouble. She loves the cublings, however, and will spend hours rolling and tumbling with them while Bowstorm is working on bowyer duties. She is very careful, however, never to bite or scratch any of them, and has never left a mark.