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Ravanna Feyrune

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1.  Appearance

1.1  Basics

Essentials Species: What species is your character? Which do they resemble most? Is it apparent they are a hybrid by looking at (smelling?) them? Fur: What kind of fur do they have? Long? Thick? Short? Wavy? Purple and dreadlocked (no)? No color info over here. Optime Hair: What about their Optime hair? Remember, no color over here. Facial Features: What does their face look like? Build and Size: Are they tall or short? Lean or chubby? How do they carry themselves -- confidently and proudly, or humbly and unassured? Lupus: What does their Lupus form look like? I guess you could stick a Secui section under here. Optime: How about Optime? Humanization: Describe the level of humanization your character has, e.g.: Often wears Accessories.

Coloration Fur: Charcoal (Primary) Raven Blue (Secondary iridescent highlights) Dark Chocolate (Tertiary lowlights) Markings: Quicksilver flecking/ticking throughout Eyes: Vivid Magenta Optime Hair: Muddy Brown Nose and Paw Pads: Black

Palette Charcoal Black (#232020) Raven Blue (#0E181E) Dark Chocolate Brown (#180400) Quicksilver (#CDC6C6) Magenta (#FF0385) Muddy Brown (#210C02) By Despi + Westy!

1.2  Miscellaneous

Modifications Scars: Mostly covered by her fur are a small networking of thin spider web-like scars along her back from a time when she was held captive and whipped repeatedly for her wrongdoings. There is more silver in her fur here than anywhere else on her body. Any other scars remain well healed and hidden in her pelt. Piercings: None Yet Tattoos: None yet.	Adornments Ravanna only wears a few flashy items that are of a particular liking to her. In the future she may get piercings or tattoos.
	Jewelry and Accessories A thick, black leather cloak with bellowing sleeves and deep-set fur lined hood. A black silk rope necklace with a silver pendant in the shape of a spider, inlayed with a small ruby in the arachnid's abdomen. An onyx ring with a raven engraved on it usually worn upon her left ring-finger. A single set of five rough silver rings formed to create caps over her digits, essentially elongating her natural claws, and reinforcing them with metal. Not always worn, but handy in a pinch up close in a battle.	Clothing No true "outfits" yet. She has yet to find anything that fit right.

Forms

78 lbs (35 kg) 30 in (76 cm) Lupus Rarely used. Mostly for stealth and speed.

150 lbs (68 kg) 42 in (106 cm) Secui Only ever used when hunting.

185 lbs (83 kg) 5ft 9in (70 in / 175cm) Optime (Preferred) Is almost always in this form.

Interaction

• Speech: Her voice is mildly coarse, but otherwise smooth, mystical and surprisingly soft. When her voice rises, particularly in anger the coarse undertone turns more like a growl and becomes more noticeable.
• Scent: Freshly crushed spice, rain on stone, subtle undertones of citrus and roses.
• Quirks, Gestures, Etc.: Her eyes are a sure fire way to tell her mood. They flare brighter with certain emotions.
• General Posture and Body Language: Confident, feminine and sultry.

Images

2.  Personality

A brief (1-3 paragraphs) personality description goes here. It'd probably be best to write this last, since you should pull key traits out of the rest of your information and then put it here. This section is good to stick in your forum profile as their "Personality" section.

2.1  General Traits

Intelligent, observant, witty, perceptive, bold, alluring, devious, impatient, mysterious, provocative, secretive, multi-skilled, ambitious, stubborn, mildly petty, competitive, reliable, moody, aloof, independent.

2.2  On The Outside

Enigmatic, dark, cold, calculating, quiet, cunning, dangerous, manipulative, abrasive, ruthless, malicious, sadistic, deceptive, sarcastic, distrusting, willful, self-destructive, nihilistic, corrupt, wicked, controlling, narcissistic, hedonistic, disturbed, impulsive, obsessive, paranoid, power-hungry.

2.3  On The Inside

Passionate, protective, fiercely loyal, self-critical, self-hating, complex, conflicted, afraid, confused, emotional, lonely, unsure, tormented, contemplative, flighty, cowardly, desperate, grim, regretful, insecure, timid, seeking warmth, love and light.

2.4  Ideals

Outlook: Pessimistic. Sociability: Introverted. Doesn't trust easy. Expression: Dominant. Motivations Personal Gain Impressing Superiors/Proving Self Maintaining Reputation Wealth Power Knowledge Fears Open Deep Water: The unending depths of the open sea make her extremely uncomfortable. Judgement: She cannot bare to be seen as weak or unfit. Asking for help is almost physically painful.

Biases Packs: None yet. Species: None yet. Non-Luperci: Makes fun of them for being "lesser" beings. Gender: Prefers females over males, but will take advantage of both sexes. Equally distrusts both. Color: None. Sexuality: Accepting of all sexual preferences. Age: Children are annoying. She lacks any real maternal instinct. Sexuality She's sexy and she knows it! Raven is a woman who knows how to use her body and her words to lure men and women in. She loves to tease and banter and ill often use sex as a means to achieve a hidden agenda of her own. She enjoys open relationships/friends with benefits and flings without strings attached She is bisexual with a female bias. Interests Likes: Drinking, hunting, sex, corvids, thunderstorms, women, night time, stealing. Dislikes: Men, overly upbeat personalities, the ocean, heat, being alone (thought she'll never admit it). Maybe a BIG DISLIKE HERE Substances Her favorite drink is rum or vodka. It often leaves her more emotionally open and introspective leading to subdued moods but it numbs a lot of the pain. She has been to to smoke weed if offered.

Spirituality

Believes in a very basic idea of good and evil, right and wrong, black and white, dark and light. She feels her soul is beyond saving claimed by the dark.

3.  Relationships

* Does not know this person by name.

3.1  Family: Feyrune?
Mother: Kerryn Feyrune Father: Boldt Feyrune Adoptive Mother: Hera (Deceased) Sister: Akala Feyrune Brother: Nero Feyrune	Cousins: Characters, Characters Extended: Families
3.2  Relations
Key Relations
Moriko Ex-Lover & old flame. Still a romantic interest.	Characters is your character's bro, too
Positive Relations
Characters is all "sup homes" to your character	Characters is also your character's buddy-old-pal-old-friend-of-mine
Neutral / Negative
Characters is a giant butt	Characters also has many butt qualities
Minor Relations
Sex: Characters Friendly: Characters, Packs	Enemies: Characters Murders: Characters

4.  Skills and Inventory

4.1  Abilities

Survival Stealth (Master): Very good at moving quickly, quietly, and efficiently. She knows how to disguise her scent and tracks and tail an unsuspecting target. This applies to hunting for food as well as people.
Herbs & Poisons (Master): Able to identify useful and usable flora and fauna. She is particularly good at spying poisonous plants and animals that can be utilzed for weaponry or to iliminate a threat. This knowledge also comes with an extensive knowledge on medical uses of materials as well.	Fishing, Trapping & Tools (Unskilled): Doesn't know how to wield archery equipment for hunting, how to set more that a simple snare trap, nor how to utilize a fishing pole, spear or net to catch fish. Falconry (Unskilled): Would like to learn how to tame and use birds of prey to hunt.
Craftsmanship & The Arts Skinning & Leatherworking (Journeyman): She continues to hone her skills with preserving pelts and leather from animals she's caught and killed.
Painting (Journeyman): Although she has not had much time to practice lately, she is very good with canvas and a brush. Reading & Writing (Journeyman):She has basic linguistic skills but it's nothing fancy. It's legible and only the most complex of words give her trouble.	Music (Unskilled): Has a fondness for music but has never earned an instrument. Dance (Unskilled): Would like to learn ballroom dancing styles.
Crime Thieving (Master): Using a combination of her looks, words, intelligence, she is very good at getting away with stealing smell to medium size objects. She has mastered the art of slight of hand. Melee Combat (Journeyman): Swift and agile on her feet and with the addition of knives, Raven is fierce opponent in a close range fight. She is not above using dirty tricks to win.

4.2  Inventory

Trade

Anything Raven has for trade can almost always be assumed stolen!

• Offering: Gems, silver, jewelry, raw materials, furs, sometimes weaponry, sex, stealth training.
• Accepting: Anything of value.

Items

5.  History

5.1  Achievements

Catacombs

Born quite literally into a life of chaos, crime and hate, it's no wonder Ravanna turned out the way she has. Right from the start, the dark wolfess and her two siblings Nero and Akala were rushed into the harsh unforgiving world in the midst of a battle zone between a small band of traders and the rag-tag bunch of brutes her father had lopped together over the past year or two to assist in raids. The efforts to steal every valuable good the band of traders carried in their supply train and leave the innocent migrant's high and dry had been a near total success until one of the wagons carrying sacks of flammable whale fat and pine pitch had been lit on fire, quickly setting the rest of the wagons ablaze shortly after.

Amidst the flaming chaos, the heavily pregnant mate of the thieving band's leader had to abandon her post where she was to watch for reinforcements arriving to assist the expected traders from the nearby settlement to hurriedly give birth to her three pups leaving the raiding party vulnerable to counter attacks. During the birthing, the mother suffered great trauma that would claim her life later on that night.

Tucking her newborn pups away under a thick bush, wrapped in only a thin, ragged scrap of cloth, the mother rushed back to help her fellows rescue what loot they could and flee from the burning wreckage that was once the trader's wagons and into the night. Returning to scoop up her whimpering pups, Ravanna and her two siblings were swept away by their mother and then joined by their father. Little did the helpless pups know, that would be their first and last moment spent together as a family with them.

Later that same night, the mother lay dying of complications from birth, too weak to care for her pups. Their father, stricken with a combination of grief and rage, lashed out at one of the other males in their group and the two began to fight. The killing blow landed on the back of their father's neck and he crumpled limply without a sound leaving the new born pups without a father and shortly afterwards, a mother as with her last breath, she named her children before she too had her life claimed by the night.

Left in the paws of a bunch of rowdy thugs, it seemed the pups had no chance of survival. There was debate about whether or not to just kill the runts or to try and find them a suitable surrogate. It wasn't until a small voice rose up among the gruff snarls of the other males that an answer came for the newborns. A young slave girl, a small coyote named Hera offered to serve as the pups mother until such a time they could be weaned and strengthened up to serve the band of thieves as they saw fit. Although Hera detested the ultimate idea, at least she could provide the innocent pups with a hopefully semi-decent beginning to their lives instead of snuffing them out before they even had a chance to start.

And so, it was to be that the scrawny slave coyote Hera raised the pups until they were old enough to fend for themselves, or at least, eat solid meat. Growing up under such conditions was not easy. Being raised by a slave meant the pups were treated no better than slaves themselves, despite being the offspring of the clan's former leaders. The siblings learned quickly that if they were to survive they had to be strong, they had to fight for what they wanted and they had to show no mercy. It was a dog eat dog world and if you didn't have what it took to make it in such a world, then you didn't belong in it.

The weakest of the three siblings was Ravanna's sister, Akala. And despite having to be ruthless in front of the judgmental eyes of her pack, Ravanna still held a soft spot for her smaller sibling. She vowed to protect the smaller female no matter what. It was, perhaps, Akala's weakness, that allowed for Ravanna to maintain the tiny specks of goodness in her own heart as she continued to grow.

As time passed the pups became adults and were trained in all things criminal. They joined raiding parties and honed their individual strengths and skills, proving to be valuable assets to their pack. The final test to being fully initiated into the pack came upon the three siblings in the form of their old wet nurse, Hera. The coyote woman was to be 'set free', only to be hunted down and slaughtered and it was the pups' job to take on this task.

The orders did not sit right with Ravanna, nor Akala, and even their brother Nero, who had shown very little in the way of emotion throughout his puppyhood seemed disturbed by this. But the moment came that Hera was released, the slave girl knew this was to be the moment of her death but she also knew she could not show weakness in front of the pups she had raised. When the three siblings cornered her in a narrow ravine, she pulled out a small sharpened stone and brandished it ferociously warning them she would kill them if they did not kill her first. Ravanna hesitated, Nero too. But surprisingly, Akala lunged for the coyote's front without warning. Hera raised the makeshift blade, aiming right for Akala's exposed throat...

It all happened so fast. There were snarls, yelps and cries of pain, blood spatter and fur everywhere. She didn't even realize when she'd moved. The next thing Ravanna knew, Hera lay dead before her and her two siblings just off to the side of the corpse, unscathed. Warm blood dripped from her maw and claws. She had acted on impulse. In a blood rage. This was the monster she had been trained to become. And her training was a success. But...she had only been trying to protect her sister... Shocked by her actions, but unable to show it to her superiors, Ravanna held her head high as she dragged the lifeless body of her adoptive mother to the alpha and presented her kill. There were howls of approval and Ravanna was awarded with riches and weaponry (likely stolen goods, she suspected) while her siblings, punished for their inaction. She numbly took it all in. Still trying to process what had happened.

That night after the celebrations had died down, tipsy from having partook in drink, Ravanna gathered her newly bestowed belongings and stole away into the night upon horseback (the feisty beast was also a gift) never looking back. From then on, her life became a haze of confusion, crime, bloodlust and cold, emotionless action. It wasn't until she met an innocent young wolfess by the name of Moriko that she felt the ice around her heart melt a little.

The two wolfesses bonded quickly, quicker than Ravanna ever thought she could with someone who wasn't from her old pack. She didn't trust easy. But Moriko was so pure, so kind, so...good. She was a light in the darkness that had become Ravanna's life. But sadly, the light was not to last. Slowly but surely, Raven's dark nature and teachings began to corrupt Moriko as well, and Moriko began to balk. Raven turned cold once more and soon the two were fighting. During one particularly drunken stupor, Ravanna tried to rob a family of gypsies, and in the process, accidentally killed the wife as she tried to defend her children from the thieving black wolfess. Moriko turned on her then, fleeing, leaving Ravanna heartbroken and vulnerable. The remaining larger male, mate to the wolfess whom she'd just killed, captured her and beat her savagely, taking revenge for his mate's death out upon her hide. It was days before she managed to escape, and not without much suffering. But now, Ravanna was even more withdrawn, even more corrupt by darkness and it would take many many Morikos to bring enough light back into her heart to save her soul. She wanders, alone, through the unclaimed lands, feeding the blackness inside her, having almost entirely forgotten what it's like to feed the white.

Timeline

2009

• DD Mon: your character was born hooray!

2010

• DD Mon: they turned a year old hooray!

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