Username:
adventureswordtora
Name:
Fedor 'Nadezhda' Alistratov
Gender:
Transgender; designated male at birth and given the name Fedor, but feels female and took on the name Nadezhda instead.
Extra explaining for they got their scarf:
Nadezhda hails from the cold, snowy mountains of north Russia; a place where it is cold all year round and sometimes the only warmth is the friendship and love that runs fast through the veins of your companions like golden blood. The winds are so cold and blow with such strength that a candle or bonfire lit in the open wouldn't last a second, and they certainly wouldn't serve any purpose other than wasting precious fuel. Thanks to this, many have chosen to explore the mountains exclusively with company so that, at the very least, they would stay warm inside, despite freezing outside. Nadezhda is a perfect example of what many Russian plumerians would call 'a beacon of warmth' under that light; she is exceedingly friendly, and many others often help her out in return for the good deeds that she does for them.
One cold day, colder than any other day that Nadezhda had ever lived through, the plumerian found herself lost hopelessly out in the mountains in a region that she had never explored before, not once. The wind blew harsh, carrying bucketfuls of snow, ice and hail with it, and each step she took through the half-metre thick snow felt like she was being stabbed with hundreds of daggers formed from pure ice; and she thought she was used to the cold.
The poor girl was without a single article of clothing and, as such, her short fur did next to nothing to reduce the pain that she was experiencing. She had no food to keep her stamina up, no water to quench her, no fire to keep her warm, no shelter to rest in come night, no friends to warm her heart. She thought she was done for. She was wrong.
Although the mountains were indeed barren and void of nearly all life, every so often, Nadezhda would come across another sentient being, one kind enough to donate whatever they could to her. A sheet of cloth; piece of cotton; even simple lengths of thread; Nadezhda received each generous gift with great gratitude and a warm thanks.
Seven years she was lost in those mountains. To be precise, seven years, two months, twenty-two days, nine hours, and fifty-three minutes. And in those long, drawn-out periods of time, Nadezhda eventually acquired enough pieces of material to craft a crude scarf with the thread she had been given and a sharp bone from somebody's meal serving as the needle with a small hole sitting near the top, letting the thread run through easily. It wasn't exactly a 'glamarous' scarf, each of the irregularly-shaped patched being a different size and colour, but it was warm enough to keep Nadezhda in a stable condition- one stable enough to provide her with the energy needed to escape her cold prison of the mountains.
The journey back, at the very least, Nadezhda concluded, would take several days to a week, not including any time that she took to take a rest. Even the simple thought of the journey ahead sent a shiver down her spine.
adventureswordtora
Name:
Fedor 'Nadezhda' Alistratov
Gender:
Transgender; designated male at birth and given the name Fedor, but feels female and took on the name Nadezhda instead.
Extra explaining for they got their scarf:
Nadezhda hails from the cold, snowy mountains of north Russia; a place where it is cold all year round and sometimes the only warmth is the friendship and love that runs fast through the veins of your companions like golden blood. The winds are so cold and blow with such strength that a candle or bonfire lit in the open wouldn't last a second, and they certainly wouldn't serve any purpose other than wasting precious fuel. Thanks to this, many have chosen to explore the mountains exclusively with company so that, at the very least, they would stay warm inside, despite freezing outside. Nadezhda is a perfect example of what many Russian plumerians would call 'a beacon of warmth' under that light; she is exceedingly friendly, and many others often help her out in return for the good deeds that she does for them.
One cold day, colder than any other day that Nadezhda had ever lived through, the plumerian found herself lost hopelessly out in the mountains in a region that she had never explored before, not once. The wind blew harsh, carrying bucketfuls of snow, ice and hail with it, and each step she took through the half-metre thick snow felt like she was being stabbed with hundreds of daggers formed from pure ice; and she thought she was used to the cold.
The poor girl was without a single article of clothing and, as such, her short fur did next to nothing to reduce the pain that she was experiencing. She had no food to keep her stamina up, no water to quench her, no fire to keep her warm, no shelter to rest in come night, no friends to warm her heart. She thought she was done for. She was wrong.
Although the mountains were indeed barren and void of nearly all life, every so often, Nadezhda would come across another sentient being, one kind enough to donate whatever they could to her. A sheet of cloth; piece of cotton; even simple lengths of thread; Nadezhda received each generous gift with great gratitude and a warm thanks.
Seven years she was lost in those mountains. To be precise, seven years, two months, twenty-two days, nine hours, and fifty-three minutes. And in those long, drawn-out periods of time, Nadezhda eventually acquired enough pieces of material to craft a crude scarf with the thread she had been given and a sharp bone from somebody's meal serving as the needle with a small hole sitting near the top, letting the thread run through easily. It wasn't exactly a 'glamarous' scarf, each of the irregularly-shaped patched being a different size and colour, but it was warm enough to keep Nadezhda in a stable condition- one stable enough to provide her with the energy needed to escape her cold prison of the mountains.
The journey back, at the very least, Nadezhda concluded, would take several days to a week, not including any time that she took to take a rest. Even the simple thought of the journey ahead sent a shiver down her spine.
