Post by Gwenevive Ekshaw on Sept 9, 2013 18:45:31 GMT -5
Full Name. Gwenevive Marie Ekshaw
Nicknames. Gwen
Gender. Female
Age. 26
Birth Date. May 13th
Occupation. Breeder/Showing
Starter Dragon. Chinese Ruby Lung, Cliff-Dwelling Dayfang
Personality. Gwen is a spitfire of a girl, fragile looking but if she's more than capable of wrangling a two ton Smalljaw Dragon, the human population is nothing more than insects swarming. Mind you, she's not mean, if only a little antisocial in most cases. She's not against making friends, of course, but she'd much prefer to sit in her nursery and croon to baby dragons than try to make small talk with a person she hardly knows. Her antisocialness is not to be taken for self-loathing though, because this small woman oozes confidence like an open wound. Don't walk onto her farm without a heads up on pretty days, because you'll probably find her mostly naked, enjoying the company of her dragons and the warm summer sun, and she won't even make an effort to cover up, simply planting her hands on her wide hips and scoffing, "What on Earth are you staring at, bub?"
Needless to say, if you find yourself on her bad side, stand well clear, because she's not hard to set off. She'll chew you down to a bloody pulp and, even if you're triple her size, she may actually try to start a physical altercation, even with a full grown, six foot five man. She she is being nice though, she's rather sweet, if not a little flirty and sultry when she wants something. She's not afraid to turn up the charm- she's knows she's at least decently pretty- if she really wants something she can't have. If she, in the end, doesn't get it, you may want to stay away, 'cause she might just let something loose in your house you don't want to find there.
Really want to get under Gwen's skin? Insult or try to harm her dragons. That's a deathwish.
Likes
Dislikes
Strengths. She is extremely stubborn, to those that consider that a strength. She's also brave in most aspects, unless it means facing her fears. Which I suppose, means she's not very brave at all, although the little spit-fire in her would like to agree otherwise. Cross her and you're probably dead, you know?
Flaws. Overly sensitive to everything, whether that reaction is sadness or rage is up to her to decide.
Quirks. She talks to everything; plants, cars, her dragons, herself, if it exists, she feels the need to talk to it while she goes about her business, whether yelling at her car or cooing to a rosebush about how pretty it's grown.
Goals and Aspirations. She wants to own one of every dragon, and breed an assortment of new dragons too.
Fears. Death, it terrifies her, that empty... nothingness? Or is it nothing? Nonetheless, she's horrified by the idea of dying, and dead things.
Height. 5' 5''
Weight. 127 lbs
Ethnicity. Caucasian
Hair. Such a dark red, it's almost black.
Eyes. Violet blue
Appearance. Gwen is a rather lithe, small woman, average height however a deceptively frail body. What little size she does have is rippling muscle, from years of wrangling and riding unruly dragons. All of the time spent outside on her farm has left her skin a welcoming, warm tan color, and the lack of tan-lines is the only indicator that she often enjoys her secluded location on her farm a little too much, and is a little too comfortable roaming around mostly-naked on hot summer days. Her features are those that at first seem average, but doing a double take and a bit of examination, you may find aristocratic and exotic undertones from a linage she won't share.
While not ungodly pretty, she's certainly not a diamond in a rut, definitely attractive enough to turn the occasional head, but not to overshadow her working-girl demeanor who isn't afraid to go about shoveling dragon shit, or kneeling in swamp mud to clean a Venom-fanged Silverback's teeth. All around, well groomed and clean despite working on the farm, part of her does scream fragile suburban girl from her years in boarding school, so it's more of a watching her work thing to understand the tiger underneath the silk.
Skills and Talents. She's found herself to be rather skilled at taming dragons of any kind, from wiry Day-fins to violent Greatclaws she seems to have them all wrapped around her little finger. She can also play a mean violin, and despite her small stature, excel in an eating contest, but what sort of skills are those?
Family
[*]Siblings. Brothers, Liam Ekshaw, Leonardo Ekshaw, Lucas Ekshaw (triplets)
[*]Others. Step-mother, Ellen Talin-Ekshaw, Step-sister, Lynn Talin-Ekshaw
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History. She was born to Marvin and Marianne Ekshaw on a little dragon farm in, at that point in time, little, quiet Wildewall. The oldest, she had a few years of being an only child until the triplets were born, her younger brothers Liam, Leo, and Lucas. As any family, all four children fought bitterly, but had their bonding moments, too. All of those good moments, the whole family's happy times centered around each other, their small farm, and their hordes of dragons. Oh, yes. The toddlers spend most of their days astride massive, fire breathing beasts as it they were tame puppy dogs, and perhaps no one more than Gwen. Even at only five years old, she thought every dragon was to be her beloved creature, and she treated every one of their prime-bred dragons as if they were the one and only. Her little world was perfect, in her eyes, but it all came crashing rather violently.
When her mother passed away in a car accident, Gwen pulled away from everyone else just a little, a smidge. She spent more and more time with the dragons, using their company to shield her grief. It made it harder for her to deal with her emotions once she grew up, however, hiding away like that. Only a year after her mother's death, at only six years old now, Gwen was forced to deal with her father's remarriage to a woman she regarded as a wicked witch. The triplets, being so young, didn't think anything more of it, they were just happy to have a new mother- and a stepsister to boot! Of course, to six year old Gwen, they were all the devil. She began to enter a rather rebellious phase, refusing to listen, hitting, kicking, screaming, at one point she even ran around the farm and let all of the Frilled Razorfang dragons out, knowing their aggression, and expertly leading them to the quiet grove where the rest of the family was enjoying a picnic. This of course did not go over well, and led to two, awful things.
First and foremost, Ellen immediately, screaming and cursing, demanded that Marvin's "demented little wench child" be sent away to a place where she couldn't harm anyone, since she was obviously a danger. Marvin, a weak willed man after the death of his wife, obediently agreed. Second, and probably worse in Gwen's eyes, was Ellen, viewing dragons as dangerous, mindless beasts, demanded that all of the dragons be sold off, and they move to the city. Once again, the witch won. Gwen wasn't around to see the fall of her life and love, but after she turned eighteen and finished her schooling at "Madame Drach's School for Rehabilitation" (Which made Gwen scoff, nothing there "rehabilitated" anyone.) she learned that shortly after her departure, indeed, every dragon was sold, the farm was sold, and the now "happy" family has moved to Dracwyn City. From that point on, she didn't even bother to contact her "family" again, instead getting herself a job, living on and off in rented rooms, while putting herself through a bit of college to become a certified breeder herself, and from there, moved back out to Wildewall, to pursue her dreams.
... But of course, not before shipping her "family" a present of a rather rabid Hellhound.
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Player’s Name. Glitch
Other Characters. N/A
Nicknames. Gwen
Gender. Female
Age. 26
Birth Date. May 13th
Occupation. Breeder/Showing
Starter Dragon. Chinese Ruby Lung, Cliff-Dwelling Dayfang
Personality. Gwen is a spitfire of a girl, fragile looking but if she's more than capable of wrangling a two ton Smalljaw Dragon, the human population is nothing more than insects swarming. Mind you, she's not mean, if only a little antisocial in most cases. She's not against making friends, of course, but she'd much prefer to sit in her nursery and croon to baby dragons than try to make small talk with a person she hardly knows. Her antisocialness is not to be taken for self-loathing though, because this small woman oozes confidence like an open wound. Don't walk onto her farm without a heads up on pretty days, because you'll probably find her mostly naked, enjoying the company of her dragons and the warm summer sun, and she won't even make an effort to cover up, simply planting her hands on her wide hips and scoffing, "What on Earth are you staring at, bub?"
Needless to say, if you find yourself on her bad side, stand well clear, because she's not hard to set off. She'll chew you down to a bloody pulp and, even if you're triple her size, she may actually try to start a physical altercation, even with a full grown, six foot five man. She she is being nice though, she's rather sweet, if not a little flirty and sultry when she wants something. She's not afraid to turn up the charm- she's knows she's at least decently pretty- if she really wants something she can't have. If she, in the end, doesn't get it, you may want to stay away, 'cause she might just let something loose in your house you don't want to find there.
Really want to get under Gwen's skin? Insult or try to harm her dragons. That's a deathwish.
Likes
Dislikes
Strengths. She is extremely stubborn, to those that consider that a strength. She's also brave in most aspects, unless it means facing her fears. Which I suppose, means she's not very brave at all, although the little spit-fire in her would like to agree otherwise. Cross her and you're probably dead, you know?
Flaws. Overly sensitive to everything, whether that reaction is sadness or rage is up to her to decide.
Quirks. She talks to everything; plants, cars, her dragons, herself, if it exists, she feels the need to talk to it while she goes about her business, whether yelling at her car or cooing to a rosebush about how pretty it's grown.
Goals and Aspirations. She wants to own one of every dragon, and breed an assortment of new dragons too.
Fears. Death, it terrifies her, that empty... nothingness? Or is it nothing? Nonetheless, she's horrified by the idea of dying, and dead things.
Height. 5' 5''
Weight. 127 lbs
Ethnicity. Caucasian
Hair. Such a dark red, it's almost black.
Eyes. Violet blue
Appearance. Gwen is a rather lithe, small woman, average height however a deceptively frail body. What little size she does have is rippling muscle, from years of wrangling and riding unruly dragons. All of the time spent outside on her farm has left her skin a welcoming, warm tan color, and the lack of tan-lines is the only indicator that she often enjoys her secluded location on her farm a little too much, and is a little too comfortable roaming around mostly-naked on hot summer days. Her features are those that at first seem average, but doing a double take and a bit of examination, you may find aristocratic and exotic undertones from a linage she won't share.
While not ungodly pretty, she's certainly not a diamond in a rut, definitely attractive enough to turn the occasional head, but not to overshadow her working-girl demeanor who isn't afraid to go about shoveling dragon shit, or kneeling in swamp mud to clean a Venom-fanged Silverback's teeth. All around, well groomed and clean despite working on the farm, part of her does scream fragile suburban girl from her years in boarding school, so it's more of a watching her work thing to understand the tiger underneath the silk.
Skills and Talents. She's found herself to be rather skilled at taming dragons of any kind, from wiry Day-fins to violent Greatclaws she seems to have them all wrapped around her little finger. She can also play a mean violin, and despite her small stature, excel in an eating contest, but what sort of skills are those?
Family
[*]Siblings. Brothers, Liam Ekshaw, Leonardo Ekshaw, Lucas Ekshaw (triplets)
[*]Others. Step-mother, Ellen Talin-Ekshaw, Step-sister, Lynn Talin-Ekshaw
[/ul]
History. She was born to Marvin and Marianne Ekshaw on a little dragon farm in, at that point in time, little, quiet Wildewall. The oldest, she had a few years of being an only child until the triplets were born, her younger brothers Liam, Leo, and Lucas. As any family, all four children fought bitterly, but had their bonding moments, too. All of those good moments, the whole family's happy times centered around each other, their small farm, and their hordes of dragons. Oh, yes. The toddlers spend most of their days astride massive, fire breathing beasts as it they were tame puppy dogs, and perhaps no one more than Gwen. Even at only five years old, she thought every dragon was to be her beloved creature, and she treated every one of their prime-bred dragons as if they were the one and only. Her little world was perfect, in her eyes, but it all came crashing rather violently.
When her mother passed away in a car accident, Gwen pulled away from everyone else just a little, a smidge. She spent more and more time with the dragons, using their company to shield her grief. It made it harder for her to deal with her emotions once she grew up, however, hiding away like that. Only a year after her mother's death, at only six years old now, Gwen was forced to deal with her father's remarriage to a woman she regarded as a wicked witch. The triplets, being so young, didn't think anything more of it, they were just happy to have a new mother- and a stepsister to boot! Of course, to six year old Gwen, they were all the devil. She began to enter a rather rebellious phase, refusing to listen, hitting, kicking, screaming, at one point she even ran around the farm and let all of the Frilled Razorfang dragons out, knowing their aggression, and expertly leading them to the quiet grove where the rest of the family was enjoying a picnic. This of course did not go over well, and led to two, awful things.
First and foremost, Ellen immediately, screaming and cursing, demanded that Marvin's "demented little wench child" be sent away to a place where she couldn't harm anyone, since she was obviously a danger. Marvin, a weak willed man after the death of his wife, obediently agreed. Second, and probably worse in Gwen's eyes, was Ellen, viewing dragons as dangerous, mindless beasts, demanded that all of the dragons be sold off, and they move to the city. Once again, the witch won. Gwen wasn't around to see the fall of her life and love, but after she turned eighteen and finished her schooling at "Madame Drach's School for Rehabilitation" (Which made Gwen scoff, nothing there "rehabilitated" anyone.) she learned that shortly after her departure, indeed, every dragon was sold, the farm was sold, and the now "happy" family has moved to Dracwyn City. From that point on, she didn't even bother to contact her "family" again, instead getting herself a job, living on and off in rented rooms, while putting herself through a bit of college to become a certified breeder herself, and from there, moved back out to Wildewall, to pursue her dreams.
... But of course, not before shipping her "family" a present of a rather rabid Hellhound.
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Player’s Name. Glitch
Other Characters. N/A
