Ravanna Feyrune
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- 1. Appearance
- 1.1 Basics
- 1.2 Miscellaneous
- 2. Personality
- 2.1 General Traits
- 2.2 On The Outside
- 2.3 On The Inside
- 2.4 Ideals
- 3. Relationships
- 3.1 Family: Feyrune
- 3.2 Relations
- 4. Skills and Inventory
- 5. History
- 5.1 Achievements
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1. Appearance
1.1 Basics
Essentials
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Coloration
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PaletteCharcoal Black (#232020)
Raven Blue (#0E181E)
Dark Chocolate Brown (#180400)
Quicksilver (#CDC6C6)
Magenta (#FF0385)
Muddy Brown (#210C02)
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1.2 Miscellaneous
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AdornmentsRavanna only wears a few flashy items that are of a particular liking to her. In the future she may get piercings or tattoos. | |
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Forms
![]() 78 lbs (35 kg) LupusRarely used. Mostly for stealth and speed. |
![]() 150 lbs (68 kg) SecuiOnly ever used when hunting. |
![]() 185 lbs (83 kg) 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.
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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
Motivations
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Biases
SexualityShe'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
SubstancesHer 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? | |
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4. Skills and Inventory
4.1 Abilities
Survival
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Craftsmanship & The Arts
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Crime
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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.
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5. History
5.1 Achievements
Catacombs
go get yo' catacombs template, son
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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