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 Posted: Sun Jul 29, 2012 6:18 pm
Approved by Tawny
Name: Finulria
Nickname(s): Fini - only by those she is close to
Age: 25
Sex: Female
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Craft: Minercraft - specifically that of working with gemstones
Rank: Journeyman
Physical Description: She has a nice light tan to her skin and is about 5'5" in height with a strong athletic build due to all the work she's done down in the mines. Her hair is dark like the midnight sky, long and reaching to about her lower back. She typically keeps it braided and out of her face. Her clothing is usually made of thicker and warmer material to protect her body while down in the mines. When not down in the mines, her clothing is more conservative and better suited for daily wear. Her feet are always clad in sturdy boots able to withstand the hardships of the terrain she treks.
Personality:
A strong willed and stubborn woman. She is not one to be cowed easily or intimidated by a harsh look. And no is not always the best answer to use against her. If she believes that what she is doing or says is the better option, she will fight you until you see things her way. Or just ignore you and continue to go about her business. This does not mean she won't reluctantly agree if you are correct. But only after bitching about it for a good length of time. However, most of the time she is likely to remain the ever present stubborn a** that is unyielding. However, she is more gracious about yielding to someone she considers a friend as Fini has trust in their decisions. It's probably not too much of a surprise to hear that this gal can be protective of her friends as well. Especially since she doesn't usually make many of them. This protective side stems over into comrades as well. She is not the type to 'leave a man behind'.
To go along quite nicely with that piece of her personality is her attitude. She can be quite cocky and a real cheeky smart arse on good days, a real b***h on bad. Something that worsened a little after she got word of her father's passing. She finds that it makes life that much more exciting when your attitude enlists unpredictable reactions out of individuals. It is also due to her stubborn nature as well. The two seem to go hand in hand most of the time. Especially over something she knows she is right about. Fini will tear you apart with her smart arsery and make sure you know you were wrong. It is highly recommended not to get on her s**t list. Some will argue that there is no such list and everyone is already on something of the sort from day one. Something she will deny.
On the flip side, anyone that she cares for or considers a friend usually sees the much more mellowed out version of her attitude unless they really go out of their way to piss her off. Otherwise, the cheekiness takes the forefront. This is not to say she doesn't have a softer side. She does. But it is not something she is comfortable showing. To Fini, it can be seen as a weakness that someone will take advantage of. She is working to break this feeling, and it has been going fairly well with the more people she finds that can break through her smart arse exterior.
An equal match to her attitude is her spunky and curious nature. Always bounding around full of gutsy playful energy, Fini will be the first to volunteer to go on some venture into new territory and explore. She's not stupid and won't be a daredevil, but don't be surprised to find her ready and willing to attempt something mildly dangerous. Something that won't result in loss of limbs or fatalities. A few broken bones and scraped knees is alright.
History:
One of several children born into a well known family of miners, Finulria was greeted with the same expectations as the rest of her siblings. To learn her craft and be a good miner. Something she thought was fun growing up. Really, what little kid wouldn't enjoy getting to spend the day beating at stones to find shiny things?! Something she seemed to have a knack for accomplishing quite well. Finulria was good at finding those precious gems that sold the best and never seemed to be bothered by the amount of work that went into searching for them. There was just something about working with the gems she truly enjoyed.
Recognizing the skill and passion the young Finulria showed the master miner requested that she begin apprenticing with one of his skilled gemstone cutter to teach Finulira how to tell a good gemstone from a faulty one. Finulria took right to the training and began her apprenticeship. She loved the careful work of cutting and rounding the gems to make beautiful pieces of art, seeing how each one shined uniquely from one another. Equally as loved was venturing down into the mines to search for the gemstones she worked with. It was always exciting entering the dark void of the tunnels, accompanied by senior miners or whers and their handlers. She was always fascinated at how the whers seemed to find the minerals and gemstones they needed. And it was that fascination that led Finulria to apprentice as a wherhandler when she became a journeymen miner, her emphasis being her work with gemstones.
She was chosen as one of the few potential candidates to stand before a Gold wher and her clutch a few turns after her apprenticeship. It was terrifying and exhilarating all at the same time, standing before the clutching wher. She was doubtful at first, but did her best to stand confidently before the wher. And found herself walking away with an egg tucked firmly under arm. And for the next couple weeks, Finulria was focused on nothing except that egg. Even her work with gems was put on temporary hold while she waited for her egg to hatch. Once it did hatch, Finulria found herself blooded to a magnificent brown wher.
Who she later deemed a sharding pain in the arse.
With Finulsk, Finulria's hunt for gemstones and minerals down in the mines became an even more exciting ordeal. Now she no longer had to rely on the other handlers to accompany her. She had her own big old brown wher for that! She worked hard, training him to locate the different types of stones she was seeking as well as how to find firestone for when an extra handler pair was needed for assistance. They worked wonderfully together...even with Finulsk's pranks and ideas of humor.
Until the Revolution began. She'd heard rumors building about something in the works and had even been pulled aside by fellow handlers too. That was when she got a little better understanding of what might be happening. And when everything erupted into chaos, Finulria was there to back the other wherhandlers and fight against the snobbish rider's with their dragons.
Other/Talents:
***Has a keen eye for well crafted jewellery
**Skilled in reading and writing
**Loves her klah~
Picture: n/a
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Posted: Sun Jul 29, 2012 6:25 pm
Age: 7
Color: Brown
Physical Description:
Personality:
A clever deviant with a wicked sense of humour. Anyone getting in his way had better be on the lookout for some very unusual trouble in their future. A little prankster right off the bat, Finulsk will be scheming right out of the shell and keep on scheming until the day he dies. He's a little lazy, a little manipulative, and a lot eager to push boundaries and see what he can get away with. Something his handler will be hard pressed to keep up with or reign in at times. Thankfully, once Finulsk has had boundaries established, he won't forget them. Unfortunately, he will find ways to bend them if he really feels like he has something to do. And his practical jokes? They are quite the amusing things, so long as you aren't the recipient. Trundlebugs stashed in your bed if he likes you. Half a wherry carcass if he doesn't. But he takes most things with good humour, and turnabout is most definitely fair play when it comes to Finulsk. If you can get him, you got him! Good for you!
Finulsk can be bossy - or attempt to be bossy - with other male whers. Especially the bronzes. He finds it amusing to see which of them will allow him to get away with it! This brown is not afraid of throwing his weight around to get what he wants. However when it comes to females, it's an entirely different story. He's like that lost puppy wanting to please its master in whatever ways it can. Something about those greens and golds just send Finulsk grovelling. He doesn't necessarily offer them compliments - maybe a polite word or two - but a command from the tiniest green will be obeyed without much thought to it. Perhaps it's an inferiority complex of sorts, but Finulsk views it as simply paying a female the proper respect she's due. And as of yet, there is no command too undignified for Finulsk to refuse. He'll even nanny the eggs if he must!
Ever since he was a wherling, Finulsk has had a bad habit of attempting to eat just about anything he finds interesting. There is just something that fascinates him about chewing on things with different textures or firmness and seeing what they taste like. The basic rule of thumb his handler goes by is: if he can fit his jaws around it, he'll try to eat it 99.9% of the time. Though the brown wher is not - contrary to popular belief - stupid. There are exceptions to this, typically the obvious sort. For example, Finulsk won't eat rocks (he tried this once as a wherling and learned his lesson). However, say he finds a wooden flask full of questionable contents (like booze), he'll consider it fair game and chomp down on it and yes, he has discovered that alcohol tastes interesting and likes it. He also has a tendency to, like an overeager dog or cat, bring dead things home and present them to Finulria as gifts. You don't like it? Are you sure? Finulsk went to lots of trouble for this!
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