Name: Sophie.
Age: Nineteen.
Sex: Female.
Position: Tracker.
Picture and/or Written Description:
Sophie stands at a rather compliant 5'7'', though it does little to stretch out her chubby appearance. Sophie's upbringing was tempered with gentle and delicate movements from her elder trainer; her tracking lessons simply a soft walk through the mother forest, unlike the grueling runs of the other trackers. This soft up bringing brought with it a soft body, speckled with freckles that splattered across her skin in different hues. Her thick and wild hair splayed down her neck, the ends just curling off the skin as it flicked and unfurled. A thick fringe, sweeping across her features due to her right side parting is kept back with a series of interlocking wood pieces. This exposes her two, large mid-hued orbs.
Her thick thighs are covered partially by an animal hide skirt, roughly stitched together to give it a patchwork effect, though not intentional. A series of leather pouches are tied around her waist, each containing different elements and items, they vary in size and shape. A small drum is also tied to the dried vine that keep her satchels attached around her hips. Her chubby belly is exposed, though she knows not of shame or modesty like her sisters, having never been worried about how others would see her. Her sisters and aunties had never spoke foul of her appearance, only kindness, saying she would birth many strong women from her healthy hips. Her large bosom is also clad in tight animal hide.
Personality:
Soft body by upbringing does not mean soft mind, Sophie is a woman that does not let herself be walked over. Though by nature she is relaxed, easy to follow the river of life, to observe the worries of the world rather then partake in them; if Sophie feels the need, or is called on, she is as wild as a stampeding Dualaphant. It is both this softness, yet wild spirit and her ability to move with the forest instead of through it; her respect for all living things on Ðanfůir, that has graced Sophie with the Horn of Verca, granting her position of the Head of the Hunt.
Sophie's view on men is like that of a Earth female to a wild animal. A tracker, Sophie has found herself many a times following the footprints of men, observing them as they move through the undergrowth or hunt; she has even watched them bathe on several occasions. She watches with something akin to wonder, finding them a fascinating species. And like an Earth child waiting for a puppy on Christmas, Sophie has long since anticipated the day she would be allowed to hunt her male down. To finally touch that which she was only ever watched. She cannot wait for her pet.