Alternative Personalities
Marika
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@nuked Created January 11th, 2001 Growing up in a forest on Boll, Rika climbed trees and swam in the lake close to her home, a small logger's cothold. She has 9 brothers and sisters, of which she is the oldest and was made to move, when no more room was available in the small Hold. Living at Tillek Hold for a time, she went to visit her sister, Pillia at SeaCliffs, where she met DolphinCrafters and dolphins, and made up her mind to join that craft. Standing at an average hieght of 5' 7 this young woman has an athleticly built body, long legs and hardened calfmuscles bear witness to a life walking or running. Her body is slim and in good shape and her armmuscles are wellshaped, as is her fingers, which are long and slim. Her dark hair, sunstreked by many hours in the sun, is plaited into a single thick braid reaching halfway down her back. Darkbrown eyes peer out from under dark long lashes and thick dark brows. Her skin which is tanned to a deep bronze, is marred only by an old threadscore on her left forearm. | ||||
Rika has Impressed 2 firelizards; Brown Krikalev and green Kristall. Krikalev: Cool earthy tones seep within hide of dark mahogany, casting gleams of ebon-wood along breast and along muzzle. Wings camber up o'er back of stippled sable-soot and even adding shadows of chocolate along the fused spine-ridges that trickle down rachis. The same sapling green-brown that weaves a transparent web through resilient boned wings is the same found in a more opaque color along barbish talons. Wet raven-black coats rather boxy muzzle, swimming upwards to edge a charcoal smudge along chestnut cheeks; twig-color capering up over eyeridges. Jewel faceted eyes trickle in ever wheeling color, set beneath woodland brows. Bits of dry dirt-brown cakes along in molted patches against rib and rump, leaking to end at spade tipped tail. Kristall: Sparkling emerald highlights the soft hide of this little beauty, blending over sinuous neck and spine to the tip of her delicate tail with softer shades of dew-covered spring grass and honeyed amber, continually shifting with each movement, teasing the eye and defying closer scrutiny. Headknobs and eyeridges glisten a paler shade, the soft yellow-green of budding leaves in melting snow. Pine-tipped wings flutter coyly or extend gracefully, diaphanous wingsails nearly transparent with just a hint of green-gold washed across them like a watercolor painting. | ||||
Guess what? Rika was also drawn by Chris. :) | ||||