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Post by Phaethe [Roi] on Jun 26, 2009 20:28:01 GMT -5
Name: Raven Amara
Age: 22
Race: Human
Appearance: Raven is somewhat elven in appearance although she is not elvish in blood. Her body is slight, almost childlike with thin, graceful fingers, a small frame and wide eyes. She has pale, even skin and a bit of a crooked smile. Her eyes have the color of ash, with flecks of turquoise dotting them. Waves of black hair cascade over her shoulders, catching a hint of red in light. Raven has sharp, petite facial features and high cheekbones that cast darkness over the lower half of her face.
Raven can usually be seen garbed in what she would classify as her traveling clothing. She wears long, rugged, dark mud-brown leather pants with bulky laced black boots, worn and beaten from years of use. She wears a thin white blouse with trailing elbow-length sleeves. Over the blouse is a plain brown corset adorned with a soft white stripe down the front and back. Raven also carries a long, hooded, dark blue cloak that she wears on occasion.
Personality: Raven is somewhat of a mess when it comes to personality. She is insecure and self-conscious, although she would never admit it. Her whole life she's had this idea of how a person, how she, should be: strong, charismatic, courageous, beautiful, proud, talented, and so on. Expectations she wouldn't be able to fill IF she could see herself clearly. She is shy and cowardly most of the time, but with a temper to reckon with. Constantly caught up in her own head, Raven usually appears distracted, even depressed. Deep down, though, Raven has a heart of gold and a strong will. Determination to become a better person is what keeps her going, she won't stop trying to be the ideal person. Self-loathing is probably her worst character trait. In her eyes, she can't ever do anything right and if she CAN do something, anyone else can do it better.
As far as personal growth, Raven's just a little girl...
History: Raven grew up in Uru'baen with small family (her mother Fae, her father Uris and older brother Rael). Both her mother and father did extensive work with the Empire and were faithful followers of Galbatorix. As that were, Raven was raised with every hope of following the Empire. However, she was unable to find the passion that the rest of her family kept close to heart. The more apathetic Raven grew towards the great war that kept Alagaesia on edge, the more she was pressured by her parents to fight for Galbatorix. Much of a pacifist, Raven could only disappoint her family. Since she was such a shame to the mighty Amaras, Raven was kicked out of her home at the age of 17. From there on she was basically homeless, hopping from home to home wherever anyone would take her but never really feeling loved. Although Raven has much of an adventurous soul, the yearn of stability still hurts from time to time.
Roleplaying example:
Wander, wandering, wandering through the woods
But this bird will never find her way
Running, running, running from fear
The pain won't let her stay...
Raven perched atop the wide branch of a gnarled old tree she did not know the name of, squat like a cat ready to pounce on it's prey. She swayed uneasily and took a sickly, near-nauseated expression to her sharply featured face. Her head slowly angled upward like she was being summoned by some religious realization. It was raining, everything was wet. The air was clear and smelled like fresh moss and dirt. Everything was dark under the canopy of leaves that only offered traces of moonlight as they quivered and shook under the fierce rainfall. Stray drops met Raven's upturned face, splattered on her dry pale skin, rolled down her neck to join the drenched mess that had become her clothing. trickled passed parted lips and dropped into her open mouth. The dense hood of her cloak slipped off her head and met her back with a noisy slap. Raven did not know whether or not she was particularly hot, cold or somewhere in between the two, but the fresh rainwater dripping onto her scalp felt very cold indeed. Clumps of black hair flattened and clung to her face and neck as they too became wet.
She didn't remember the last time she had eaten. One could only survive on berries and tiny bird eggs for so long before their resources were drained. She couldn't hunt, no. She didn't own a bow or even a hunting knife, live game was out of the question.
I should have never left the city, she thought, mouthing the words as they formed in her head. The movement made her dizzy, she swayed again, but with much less control than the last time. She didn't dare open her eyes. There was a buzzing in her ears. How long had that been there? Her breathing deepened, she imagined she could hear her heart beating.
Raven opened her eyes.
As her vision came, her feeling left. She didn't feel her legs slip out from under her, didn't hear her boots squeak against the slick bark of the tree. Didn't feel herself begin to fall.
She saw a million things at once, like the sky was spinning. No, not spinning, but moving. Falling. Down. It sped downward.
The last thing she remembered seeing was the moon.
How did you find us? JOUKAI!!!!
Certainly not my best work, but it'll have to do for now ^_^;
Age: 22
Race: Human
Appearance: Raven is somewhat elven in appearance although she is not elvish in blood. Her body is slight, almost childlike with thin, graceful fingers, a small frame and wide eyes. She has pale, even skin and a bit of a crooked smile. Her eyes have the color of ash, with flecks of turquoise dotting them. Waves of black hair cascade over her shoulders, catching a hint of red in light. Raven has sharp, petite facial features and high cheekbones that cast darkness over the lower half of her face.
Raven can usually be seen garbed in what she would classify as her traveling clothing. She wears long, rugged, dark mud-brown leather pants with bulky laced black boots, worn and beaten from years of use. She wears a thin white blouse with trailing elbow-length sleeves. Over the blouse is a plain brown corset adorned with a soft white stripe down the front and back. Raven also carries a long, hooded, dark blue cloak that she wears on occasion.
Personality: Raven is somewhat of a mess when it comes to personality. She is insecure and self-conscious, although she would never admit it. Her whole life she's had this idea of how a person, how she, should be: strong, charismatic, courageous, beautiful, proud, talented, and so on. Expectations she wouldn't be able to fill IF she could see herself clearly. She is shy and cowardly most of the time, but with a temper to reckon with. Constantly caught up in her own head, Raven usually appears distracted, even depressed. Deep down, though, Raven has a heart of gold and a strong will. Determination to become a better person is what keeps her going, she won't stop trying to be the ideal person. Self-loathing is probably her worst character trait. In her eyes, she can't ever do anything right and if she CAN do something, anyone else can do it better.
As far as personal growth, Raven's just a little girl...
History: Raven grew up in Uru'baen with small family (her mother Fae, her father Uris and older brother Rael). Both her mother and father did extensive work with the Empire and were faithful followers of Galbatorix. As that were, Raven was raised with every hope of following the Empire. However, she was unable to find the passion that the rest of her family kept close to heart. The more apathetic Raven grew towards the great war that kept Alagaesia on edge, the more she was pressured by her parents to fight for Galbatorix. Much of a pacifist, Raven could only disappoint her family. Since she was such a shame to the mighty Amaras, Raven was kicked out of her home at the age of 17. From there on she was basically homeless, hopping from home to home wherever anyone would take her but never really feeling loved. Although Raven has much of an adventurous soul, the yearn of stability still hurts from time to time.
Roleplaying example:
Wander, wandering, wandering through the woods
But this bird will never find her way
Running, running, running from fear
The pain won't let her stay...
Raven perched atop the wide branch of a gnarled old tree she did not know the name of, squat like a cat ready to pounce on it's prey. She swayed uneasily and took a sickly, near-nauseated expression to her sharply featured face. Her head slowly angled upward like she was being summoned by some religious realization. It was raining, everything was wet. The air was clear and smelled like fresh moss and dirt. Everything was dark under the canopy of leaves that only offered traces of moonlight as they quivered and shook under the fierce rainfall. Stray drops met Raven's upturned face, splattered on her dry pale skin, rolled down her neck to join the drenched mess that had become her clothing. trickled passed parted lips and dropped into her open mouth. The dense hood of her cloak slipped off her head and met her back with a noisy slap. Raven did not know whether or not she was particularly hot, cold or somewhere in between the two, but the fresh rainwater dripping onto her scalp felt very cold indeed. Clumps of black hair flattened and clung to her face and neck as they too became wet.
She didn't remember the last time she had eaten. One could only survive on berries and tiny bird eggs for so long before their resources were drained. She couldn't hunt, no. She didn't own a bow or even a hunting knife, live game was out of the question.
I should have never left the city, she thought, mouthing the words as they formed in her head. The movement made her dizzy, she swayed again, but with much less control than the last time. She didn't dare open her eyes. There was a buzzing in her ears. How long had that been there? Her breathing deepened, she imagined she could hear her heart beating.
Raven opened her eyes.
As her vision came, her feeling left. She didn't feel her legs slip out from under her, didn't hear her boots squeak against the slick bark of the tree. Didn't feel herself begin to fall.
She saw a million things at once, like the sky was spinning. No, not spinning, but moving. Falling. Down. It sped downward.
The last thing she remembered seeing was the moon.
How did you find us? JOUKAI!!!!
Certainly not my best work, but it'll have to do for now ^_^;
