Name: Mildryth Dara Fellis
Appearance: Dara is beautiful and sexy and worst of all, she knows it. She's got long brown hair and sparkling emerald eyes. Her skin has a faint golden tinge to it. She's got a straight nose, long lashes, high cheekbones, and straight pearly white teeth. She has long legs and is *ahem* well endowed. She has a slim, lithe body, and moves like a hunting cat. She wears a brown split skirt to avoid hampering her movements, thick practical lace-up boots, and a brown tank-top. To make up for her lack of covering she keeps a brown striped waterproofed hooded robe.
She wears leather leggings beneath her skirt and leather bracers on her arms. The bracers' lacing is on the bottom of her arms. Her leather fingerless gloves are tucked beneath her bracers. Over her tank top she has a leather short vest. It can be laced up the front. Around her waist is a belt that doubles as a sling. She's a hunter and she's brought arrows and her bow. She carries a rucksack with her. There's a pair of daggers strapped to her thighs in easy reach. A small boot-knife is hidden in each of her boots.
Personality: She's manipulative, cunning, and intelligent. She puts her self before others and acts careless and arrogant. She's definitely self-centered and two-faced.
Interview - a couple of days before the trip up the mountain:
I am by no means suicidal. I have absolutely no interest in dying, and I'm not interested in pain.Dara was born sixty years after the apocalypse. This world is all she knows, and she's learned to fend for herself. She wasn't born in this town. To the people of this town, her past is a mystery.
Unfortunately for me, my curiosity doesn't really care. As long as I have all my limbs, sight, hearing, taste, touch, ability to smell, and a reasonable amount of wits, it's all good.
Nah, I just heard about the dragons, and no they can't talk me out of this.
So what if it's dangerous? Others are going!
No, I don't have a Nuke, and I'm not a Syker.
Yes, yes, it's dangerous I heard you before. My curiosity does not give a damn. I am going, whether they like it or not. If I die, I blame them, and any other Syker or Nuker in this party I'm joining. They're tough, they'll survive. I'm not, therefore they will all be my meat-shields.
[Dara suddenly seems to notice the camera.]
Wait... this thing's on?
What! They're going to see this?
[A moment of silence as Dara's expression undergoes a quick-change. Suddenly Dara appears to be a bubbly and cheerful airhead.]
Hi there guys.
Nevermind what I said earlier. I was just kidding. I <3 you all~!
[Another silence as Dara comes to the conclusion that there are other options here.]
[Dara bends down and tugs loose a brick from a wall in desperate need of repair. She stands up with it in hand and a sweet smile on her face. The next words out of her mouth are spoken with a silky sweet voice and innocent expression.]
Hey babe, hand me that camera right now or I swear I'll brain you with this.
Hey! Get back here you little shit! If you give them that tape-!
[There's a loud crash. The screen tilts and bounces before it goes all static-y. Dara's boots are the next thing it sees. There's a crunch and the screen goes dark.]
Two winters ago, Dara strolled into town with nothing but the clothes on her back, her well-cared for weapons, and her rucksack. She spent the day checking out the town and went to check out her surroundings the next morning. She made a cave into a temporary shelter and got to work.
She set up snares near the desert plants and followed tracks to learn about the wildlife in the area. After that she chose a suitable spot to build her house. It caught the suns rays in the morning and was shaded in the evenings. This helped with heat because desert nights were cold and the desert sun scorching. Beside that, the ground was more solid in that area, it was all to the good as far as she was concerned.
Her next action was to dig. Sherif her house into the earth. When she came across dried and woody stems of plants, she took them and pounded them like stakes into the earth. She filled it with clay and sand and pounded it hard as stone between the rows of stakes. After many backbreaking weeks of work, she had the basic wall finished. She carefully covered the walls with lime mortar to keep water from damaging the earthen walls. Next she coated the insides and the stone floor with the mixture.
She filled in the space around her house with remaining dirt and began camouflaging her house. In the end it looked like a rocky outcropping. The windows were hidden by desert grasses and other desert plants, but in no way did these plants impair the vision of those who looked out. These same plants helped to hide the roof from sight.
It took a long time to acquire furnishing for her new home in between hunting and building and general surviving. A wooden bed was too difficult to acquire nowadays, so she built her own. She used the adobe mixture to make a frame and posts, then she stretched strips of wet hide over it then wove another layer over and under the original strips like a net. She stretched them tight and pinned them in place. When they dried they would be tight as a drum.
In town, she bought herself a clothes chest, a pot, a ladle, a bowl, rope, and a large container that could be used as a cistern, water was precious, seasoning and good tasting food was not. She traded for various other foodstuffs to keep her diet balanced. She couldn't afford to get sick or malnourished on her own like this. She took a hide, rolled it up somewhat loosely, and turned it into a pillow.
After a great deal of working and saving, she's made her home more comfortable and her bed as well. Her bed is heaped with unwanted furs and cloth. She has a chair, and a table. And a separate kitchen so that food could be cooked indoors on a fire and bread could be baked in the stone oven.
She also managed to create her own garden. In the mountains there's this spring, and nearby many strange and amazing plants grow there. Old world plants, before the apocalypse. She keeps it to herself to protect it, but she keeps it tended and weeded in free time when she goes on longer hunting trips and stays at a lean-to built there.
Part of the reason she wants to find the dragons is to make sure they don't endanger her plants. And so she will know there habits and know how to avoid them.
Other: Call her Dara. No, really. Don't call her Mildryth or Mildy or Mildry or Mil/Mild- anything. If you value your life, mental health, health in general, and sanity, just don't.
She always uses her middle name, Dara, and never her first/birth name, Mildryth.
Hilariously enough, the name Mildryth means "gentle strength" as we've already seen, it doesn't match at all. Well, maybe the strength part does. Her middle name, Dara which means "brave, daring" suits her better.