Race: Cervidan
Gender: Female
Age: 14
Family: Father and Mother; no siblings
Build: Average
Skin: Middle brown
Fur: Dark brown
Hair: Dark red, messy, to ears
Eyes: Purplish blue
Appearance: Maradar is something of a tomboy. She has an average build and middling brown skin tone, with rather shaggy, dark brown fur on her deer half. The fur on her underbelly doesn't change at all from the rest of her fur. Her dark red hair is usually messy, but it is shorn close to her ears in a boyish cut. She has small, purplish blue eyes and delicately pointed ears.
Personality: Kind-hearted and gentle, Maradar is a peaceful creature who shows great empathy for others. She is very sensitive and she hates to see others in pain; she would make a good healer, though she tends to get very upset if something doesn't go right, and she can be rather melodramatic at times. She is also easily depressed, but she prefers to keep that side of her hidden, and she usually bounces back quickly. She's really not one to mope about uselessly.
Past: Maradar grew up in a secluded, snowy village of cervidan, called Elduilu by its inhabitants. It's located deep in an evergreen forest and often snows heavily. She had a relatively uneventful childhood; she lives with her loving parents, and though she doesn't have any siblings, she gets along well with the other children in the village. She was never much of a hunter, and she preferred to stay at home and learn medicine from the village's healer. She never showed much interest in the birds that many cervidan keep and train, so she doesn't have any pets.
Bond: None yet
Pets: Female Gold-Black Winged Wolf, Torvara BlackRain
From: Ford Aigan Wolkeep
She may have been allowed to go with them that day, but it was her choice not to. She never really warmed up to them, and she didn't really get why anyone would want to bond themselves to one of them. Not everyone in the village felt that way, though, and when the searchriders left, they took one of the young cervidans with them.
Maradar didn't think much about Tasald after that, not until she came back home with a dragon of her home. Maradar figured she just wanted to show off Black-Lightning Ancheoth and maybe scare some of the youngsters. Ancheoth must have pushed herself too hard sometime, though, because shortly after their arrival in the village, the dragon ended up with a strained wing and was taken to the healer--and her apprentice--to rest.
Maradar stepped carefully around the dragon for awhile, still nervous, though the dragon didn't appear to take any particular interest in her. Eventually, Ancheoth grew bored though, and she finally turned her gaze to the young cervidan who working with herbs nearby. Why so jumpy? The dragon asked, with a wide, pointy grin. I'm not gonna bite.
Maradar felt her face begin to turn red as she lifted her head to look at the dragon. "Of course not. I wasn't scared in the least." She said loftily, trying to deny her fear.
The dragon made a strange, huffing growl, and she realized the dragon was chuckling. Why don't you entertain me for a while, if you're not too busy. It's dreadfully boring in here.
Truth to tell, Maradar had already finished what she was supposed to be doing anyway, so they started to talk. And talk. And talk. And somehow, Maradar wasn't nervous anymore. The two of them became good friends over the next few days, though Maradar wasn't as fond of Ancheoth's brash and rather bratty rider. And when Tasald and Ancheoth got ready to leave again, returning to someplace called Darkling Dawn, Maradar asked quietly if she could go with them. After all, it wasn't really too different from her home, being surrounded by forests and inhabited by creatures no stranger than she, and there were dragons there. She was surprised to find out how much she was fascinated by dragons now.
She arrived at Darkling Dawn, and she settled down. She made some new friends, both among humans, and dragons, and even a few fellow cervidans, and she spent much of her time exploring the forests, which seemed to go on forever--and, if rumor were true, they did. That was how she found the wolfkeep. It was a fair distance away from the Dragonry, but not so far by flight, because there was a fair bit of traffic between the dragons' home and the wolves'. Maradar quickly ingratiated herself with the temporary human Keeper, C'nwyn, who was also an animal healer. The first time she met the wolves, she asked him, "What's the difference between bonding a winged wolf and bonding a dragon, anyway?"
"Mmm, dragon bonds are typically a lot stronger." C'nwyn explained with a grin. "Winged wolves don't really bond like dragons and fire lizards do. But they're not simple pets either." Which didn't really explain it all, to Maradar. But she found herself almost as interested in the winged wolves as she was in the dragons, and she started to ask around. Cilan--a centuar--and his bronze Thryor brought her to Ford Aigan Wolfkeep, which was far away from Sgiath and Darkling Dawn, but there was a related litter of wolf pups there. First a winged wolf, and maybe then a dragon...
Gender: Female
Breed: Reririan/Western Canese/Alskyrian/Pernese/Elurivan
Litter: 1
Father: Copper Turoke Tasana
Mother: Gold-Black Tivara BlackRain
Siblings: Tivoke, Tiranar, Toke, Travalis, Vicor
Colour: Gold-Black
Eyes: Brown
Height: 3'
Ability: Western Canese Necromancy
Personality: One word that probably describes Torvara best is cruel. She cares nothing for the feelings of others and tends to be short-tempered and irritated at best, scathing and just plain cruel at worst. It's amazing how such a bad-tempered and selfish wolf hangs around Maradar, but Torvara considers the cervidan to be hers, and she doesn't like to share with anyone. She has a cool, understated confidence and a strange sort of charisma that can draw people to listen to her even when they know how cold and unfeeling she is.
From: Ford Aigan Wolfkeep
