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Porter #pd1871

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Date addedJul 29, 2023, 12:34:06 AM
Date last editedNov 25, 2023, 7:11:06 AM
Owner wingsofcraftss
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Character Full Name: Porter Mathieson

Character Age: 197

Character Species: elf

Hair color: dark blond with darker linings

Eye color: bright blue


Brief biography:

Soft kind druid Elf, with long blond hair and blue eyes. Enjoys animals and small babies. She has shaved down canine teeth to change her first impression of intimidation. With piercing blue eyes matching the dark night sky shifting to the day. Enjoying her time in the shadows of the forest, being a Saggitarius she bears the skills of a bow piercing the heart of her target from even 20 feet away.



Description: Porter is a Saggitarius decorating her pale peach skin with henna, even if it has no spiritual or cultural meaning she enjoys the appearance of fake tattoos. Her long hair is often braided and then tied to a bun, her eyes cutting through the shadows she calls home. Her favorite animal appearances being a druid are cats and pack hunters. Loving dresses and heels for parties are a personal favorite even if the depths of the forest are her one true love. Often wearing black leggings and a white blouse with her oak and marble bow with laced arrows and blue aqua and black feathered tips strapped to a leather sheath across her back.

  • 12
    Ability Points
  • 1
  • Indomitable Talisman Ability

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  • 7 approved points
  • Cover for The First move

    The First move

    Porter clasped her fingers over her bow, pulled the drawstring back, staring at the oozing mess that made her opponent, She glared at it, her arrow resting pulled back and poised in her drawstring began to be twirled with a small vine, her elemental power taking charge of her weapons, the arrow head was pointed right at the heart of the monster, it drawing ever near. She took another breath, “closer…..Closer…. Closer-” she stared at it, the arrow enchanted with the soul of Mother Nature herself, she was a basic Druid, her powers were hardly anything special, but even as a basic, she felt Mother Nature guiding her in a sense. The wind wafting her hair, the smell of the dirt under her feet, and the sounds of the forest. Now was her time to harness that power, she let out a shrill chirp as her arrow flew valiantly. 


    Last updated Nov 21, 2023
    Total Chapters 1
  • Cover for The ledge

    The ledge

    Porter fixed her talisman, the opal necklace often itched, however, she never removed it, she was strolling down a ravine, and her sense was well in the lacking, she nearly slipped and did her best to keep off the edge. She did her best not to, but the wet edge was taunting her. Her oak bow gripped firmly, her sheath still wet from the day's earlier rain. She slid her palm and fingers across the side of the ravine, she glanced at the rushing, ruthless waters crashing through underneath her feet, the ledge she was walking along was barely wide enough to walk normally. Her focus was only broken by the shrill and ear-threatening scream. Porter looked over the edge, her stomach already doing flips, the water underneath, crashing and eroding the ravine wall made her feel sick to the stomach. Her eyes darted across the walls, but nothing, she could see nothing, just wet rock, and a violent river. She finally caught a glance of a small brunette elf, gripping the ledge a few hundred feet away, and then she felt it, a small drop of water gently landing on the tip of Porter's nose. She gasped and looked at the heavy dark clouds. More drops of rain fell, light at first but with every step Porter took to help to other Elf it seemed to grow harder. The elf's fingers slipped with the slippery rock. One of her hands fell to her side, as she screamed again, Porter leaped for her, her feet gave under her landing and she herself nearly flung off the edge, if her palms and forearms hadn’t caught her, her chin would have her jaw would be cracked or even broken. The sharp dripping rocks scrapped her skin, she could feel the sting rippling up her nervous system. She yelped and sat up as quickly as she could, rubbing her sore stinging arms and hands. She glanced at the elf, looking desperate with her one hand threatening to let her body go, falling into the raging waters that would swallow her whole, smashing her against rocks, and beating her to a pulp in an instant. Porter couldn’t let that happen. She scrambled to her feet, clinging to the wall as she struggled to draw back her bow, the arrow pointed right at the girl, the arrowhead dripping with rain. She drew back on the drawstring launching an arrow at the girl's fingertips, then she shot another, they sliced into the rock in front of the girl who let out a squeak as they struck the stone. Soon she caught Porter's plan, her unattached arm swung up and grabbed the arrow supporting her weight, her other hand broke from the ledge and grabbed the other arrow, Porter with a final effort launched at her, grabbing her wrists and wincing at her screeching palms, hauling her up the ledge, exhausted, wet and traumatized, the two elven girls sat panting, staring at each other with new affection.


    Last updated Nov 21, 2023
    Total Chapters 1
  • 5 approved points