Post by Ravyn on Aug 12, 2008 11:17:13 GMT -5
GENERAL
Birth Name: Ravyn
Race: Human
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Affiliation: (good, evil, neutral) Evil
Occupation: Queen of Darkness, companion to Canos
Birthplace:
Current Location: Wherever Canos is and evil can be done
Family Relations: None alive
Weapon: A black hilted short sword embellished with wolves around the hilt, small daggers tucked among her clothing, poisons of various kinds, also a dirk with a blue pommel stone she keeps on her at all times
Other Items Owned: A black jaguar named Sharan
BACKGROUND[/i][/color]
Personality: Ravyn is the exact evil match to her king, Canos. She is a harsh queen, hating to deal with petty fights and usually killing the one she deems in the wrong. Her actions sway with her moods, as she is sometimes queerly benevolent. Often she will wander about on her own agenda, but her dangerous temper means few dare to question her. She does not love Canos so much as she recognizes him as an equal, of which there are few. Ravyn gets pleasure out of the pain of others and as such is a master at torture and other persuasion methods. She is well versed in the arts of deception, trickery, and poisons and has no qualms using any of her arts. Oddly enough, she is a natural with animals, and as such holds a small menagerie of creatures around her. Her prized pet is a male black Jaguar, Sharan, which she has trained to be ruthless and deadly, answering only to her. She does not like being crossed and has a deadly aim with throwing knives and other weaponry. Ravyn sees challenges and dares below her, for she does not need to prove herself, and will only accept a bet if she feels it beneficial to her.
Detailed History:
Ravyn was born at night in Haradwaith, her umbilical cord wrapped around her neck and her face blue from lack of oxygen. She was born breached, which means her head came out last, and she almost didn’t survive. Maybe this was why she was the way she was, or maybe it had nothing to do with it. For the first year of her life, Ravyn was a weak child, sleeping much and eating little. Her parents, simple folk, worried about their only daughter’s welfare. She was a pale thing, despite her family’s natural tanned skin, and so skinny it seemed as if the wind would blow her away. After three years their daughter was no better, tiring easily and not showing any interest in playing with other children. Ravyn did, however, show unusually high intelligence. She did not speak until she was two, but then she spoke in full sentences with none of the babyish lisping or stumbling. Her eyes were dark and luminous, a serious deep brown that seemed as old as the hills, and they were always filled with questions and thoughts.
At the age of five, her parents couldn’t hold their worry in any longer. Ravyn had grown stronger due to the great amount of time she had begun to spend outdoors. Her skin had lost the waxy look, the unhealthy pallor, and yet she still did not have friends, did not laugh and giggle as other little girls did. No, Ravyn was a serious child, a thinker, a loner. One night, while she sat looking out the window at a summer storm, an old lady came to their house. She was a palm reader, a supposed psychic, and Ravyn’s parents had asked her to come. They wanted to know about their daughter, if she had anything wrong with her, what her future held. The fortune teller took the child’s cold hand, staring into her bottomless brown eyes, then down at her hand. Her body went stiff after a few minutes and she gasped. “Your daughter will be...” the lady stammered. But then, before she could finish, she twitched and dropped dead, clutching her heart. Ravyn’s parents were shocked, but their daughter merely pulled her hand back into her lap, went to her room, and slept.
Five years after the event, when Ravyn was ten, a great evil came over the land. Ringwraiths on great Fell beasts came swooping through, killing all in their path. The Ringwraiths dismounted, killing on foot with inhuman skill. Ravyn’s father rushed out to meet them, sword in hand. This, of course, resulted in his demise two seconds later. Ravyn’s mother grabbed her by the hand and began to run. They reached the outskirts of the village when a Fell beast landed in front of them. Though he had the trappings of an owned beast, his rider was absent. Ravyn’s mother hid her child behind her, but of course this did no good and merely led to the beast grabbing her, shaking her screaming form, and swallowing her whole. Ravyn crouched on the ground, her dark eyes wide with a mix of fear and awe, unable to quite believe what had happened. While she had always thought her parents as weak, it was a shock to find herself an orphan in a matter of minutes. The Fell beast stalked towards her, teeth dripping with blood and saliva, eyes beady and bright. But yet he did not eat her. For a few seconds they stood there, the small pale girl staring into the eyes of the vicious beast. Then the beast rose up, wings flaring. His master had arrived.
The Ringwraith was surprised, at least as surprised as a Ringwraith can be, that his mount had not eaten the girl as well. But, as he stared into her luminous almost black eyes, he hissed satisfactorily. Yes, this girl was different. In one swoop he grabbed her, taking her as his prize. Ravyn began to snarl and kick at him, trying to fight this dark and chilly figure that took her. He merely tied her onto the beast, ensuring she would not escape, and they were off. Minas Morgul was to become Ravyn’s new home, and that was where she met her fate. Within a few years she had become almost as evil as the Ringwraiths themselves. Her face held an expression of scorn for most, and in time she didn’t fear her captors much at all. By the age of fifteen she had stopped thinking of this place as a prison and started to become a valuable asset to the side of evil. Passing mystics and assassins trained her, each teaching her what they thought was best. So Ravyn grew tall and lithe, stronger than she looked. She learned to fight with sword, knife, and wit, how to poison without traces, how to move in silence and kill mercilessly. By the age of twenty Ravyn had surpassed her ‘teachers’ and began to kill off other killers. Sometimes she ventured from the city, the Ringwraiths no longer fearing that she would run off, and assassinated various public figures. Before anyone knew who had done it, Ravyn was gone again. She became the secret weapon of evil.
Soon her skills were needed as Gondor began to look toward Minas Morgul with ideas of conquest in their minds. Ravyn, of course, was ready to fight to the death for the place she considered her home. She was evil to the core, and no one dared speak to her unless she spoke first. She went to battle mounted on a Fell beast, for she had since proved her prowess with all manner of dangerous beasts. Within short order the war was in full swing, Ravyn decimating forces as she used all she knew to her advantage. However, in a rather clichéd manner, good won out over evil. Ravyn was on foot when the majority of the forces were killed. She had just dispatched of a captain when a squadron of soldiers set upon her. The Gondorians were convinced that she was under some kind of witchcraft or spell, for she was the only female human fighting. They soon captured her, though she killed many and attempted to kill herself on many occasions. However, they soon deprived her of weapons, forced to strip her down to merely shreds of clothing to do so, and brought her before the king. It was after she killed one of his soldiers in an attempt to slay him that it was decided to put her in prison.
The Gondorians were weak in Ravyn’s mind for not killing her. They had some idea that she would come around. But within a year she was chained heavily due to many escape accounts and only fed every other day when someone dared come close enough. One day Ravyn awoke to sounds of war. Every fiber in her being longed to be outside, to escape and wreak the havoc she knew so well on her captors. But she was unable, and so she was tortured with the sounds of killing and bloodshed. Eventually there were footsteps in the dungeon, not the hurried ones of guards nor the light steps of noblemen who gathered the courage to come inspect the prisoners. No, these were the heavy footsteps of authority. Ravyn found herself looking at a man who was tall and appealing, but most important was the gleam of true evil in his eyes. Ravyn did something she rarely did; she smiled at him as her eyes answered the call of pure corrupted nature.
It was of no surprise that she and Canos were destined for each other. With him she set up their rule, employing assassins and gaining respect as the new queen of evil. Canos did little to inhibit her, and though she did not love him, she respected him as her equal. Her evil nature became more and more pronounced as time went on, and she was truly happy to be in such a place. In the manner of those who kill, she cared not for the fate of the Ringwraiths or anyone she had associated with. All that mattered was the now and the future. As far as Ravyn was concerned, her past was meaningless. She acquired a black jaguar, naming him Sharan, and trained him to answer to only her. He became her shadow, following her and doing whatever she commanded him. And so, as the fight between good and evil arose once more, Ravyn found herself in the position to do more evil than she ever had before. These were the golden years of Ravyn.
Fears: Being stripped of any defense and left with no escape.
Strengths: Being evil, causing others pain
Weaknesses: She has too quick of a temper and doesn’t always listen to reason.
Likes: Evil, torture, poisons, animals
Dislikes: Overly moral people, arrogance
APPEARANCE
Facial Appearance: See banner; dark hair, dark eyes, tanned complexion
Clothing: Ravyn prefers to wear trousers, since they do not inhibit her movement, but it is not rare to find her in a dress of some kind. Usually they are in purples, reds, and blacks. She doesn’t wear much jewelry and generally is garbed in simple affairs.
Build: Ravyn is 5’10”, lean, and moves in a feline manner. She stalks about silently, deadly in her own right, and is very flexible and graceful. Do not let her appearance fool you, though; she can be incredibly strong when she falls into a rage.
Marks/Scars: None that she shows.
Birth Name: Ravyn
Race: Human
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Affiliation: (good, evil, neutral) Evil
Occupation: Queen of Darkness, companion to Canos
Birthplace:
Current Location: Wherever Canos is and evil can be done
Family Relations: None alive
Weapon: A black hilted short sword embellished with wolves around the hilt, small daggers tucked among her clothing, poisons of various kinds, also a dirk with a blue pommel stone she keeps on her at all times
Other Items Owned: A black jaguar named Sharan
BACKGROUND[/i][/color]
Personality: Ravyn is the exact evil match to her king, Canos. She is a harsh queen, hating to deal with petty fights and usually killing the one she deems in the wrong. Her actions sway with her moods, as she is sometimes queerly benevolent. Often she will wander about on her own agenda, but her dangerous temper means few dare to question her. She does not love Canos so much as she recognizes him as an equal, of which there are few. Ravyn gets pleasure out of the pain of others and as such is a master at torture and other persuasion methods. She is well versed in the arts of deception, trickery, and poisons and has no qualms using any of her arts. Oddly enough, she is a natural with animals, and as such holds a small menagerie of creatures around her. Her prized pet is a male black Jaguar, Sharan, which she has trained to be ruthless and deadly, answering only to her. She does not like being crossed and has a deadly aim with throwing knives and other weaponry. Ravyn sees challenges and dares below her, for she does not need to prove herself, and will only accept a bet if she feels it beneficial to her.
Detailed History:
Ravyn was born at night in Haradwaith, her umbilical cord wrapped around her neck and her face blue from lack of oxygen. She was born breached, which means her head came out last, and she almost didn’t survive. Maybe this was why she was the way she was, or maybe it had nothing to do with it. For the first year of her life, Ravyn was a weak child, sleeping much and eating little. Her parents, simple folk, worried about their only daughter’s welfare. She was a pale thing, despite her family’s natural tanned skin, and so skinny it seemed as if the wind would blow her away. After three years their daughter was no better, tiring easily and not showing any interest in playing with other children. Ravyn did, however, show unusually high intelligence. She did not speak until she was two, but then she spoke in full sentences with none of the babyish lisping or stumbling. Her eyes were dark and luminous, a serious deep brown that seemed as old as the hills, and they were always filled with questions and thoughts.
At the age of five, her parents couldn’t hold their worry in any longer. Ravyn had grown stronger due to the great amount of time she had begun to spend outdoors. Her skin had lost the waxy look, the unhealthy pallor, and yet she still did not have friends, did not laugh and giggle as other little girls did. No, Ravyn was a serious child, a thinker, a loner. One night, while she sat looking out the window at a summer storm, an old lady came to their house. She was a palm reader, a supposed psychic, and Ravyn’s parents had asked her to come. They wanted to know about their daughter, if she had anything wrong with her, what her future held. The fortune teller took the child’s cold hand, staring into her bottomless brown eyes, then down at her hand. Her body went stiff after a few minutes and she gasped. “Your daughter will be...” the lady stammered. But then, before she could finish, she twitched and dropped dead, clutching her heart. Ravyn’s parents were shocked, but their daughter merely pulled her hand back into her lap, went to her room, and slept.
Five years after the event, when Ravyn was ten, a great evil came over the land. Ringwraiths on great Fell beasts came swooping through, killing all in their path. The Ringwraiths dismounted, killing on foot with inhuman skill. Ravyn’s father rushed out to meet them, sword in hand. This, of course, resulted in his demise two seconds later. Ravyn’s mother grabbed her by the hand and began to run. They reached the outskirts of the village when a Fell beast landed in front of them. Though he had the trappings of an owned beast, his rider was absent. Ravyn’s mother hid her child behind her, but of course this did no good and merely led to the beast grabbing her, shaking her screaming form, and swallowing her whole. Ravyn crouched on the ground, her dark eyes wide with a mix of fear and awe, unable to quite believe what had happened. While she had always thought her parents as weak, it was a shock to find herself an orphan in a matter of minutes. The Fell beast stalked towards her, teeth dripping with blood and saliva, eyes beady and bright. But yet he did not eat her. For a few seconds they stood there, the small pale girl staring into the eyes of the vicious beast. Then the beast rose up, wings flaring. His master had arrived.
The Ringwraith was surprised, at least as surprised as a Ringwraith can be, that his mount had not eaten the girl as well. But, as he stared into her luminous almost black eyes, he hissed satisfactorily. Yes, this girl was different. In one swoop he grabbed her, taking her as his prize. Ravyn began to snarl and kick at him, trying to fight this dark and chilly figure that took her. He merely tied her onto the beast, ensuring she would not escape, and they were off. Minas Morgul was to become Ravyn’s new home, and that was where she met her fate. Within a few years she had become almost as evil as the Ringwraiths themselves. Her face held an expression of scorn for most, and in time she didn’t fear her captors much at all. By the age of fifteen she had stopped thinking of this place as a prison and started to become a valuable asset to the side of evil. Passing mystics and assassins trained her, each teaching her what they thought was best. So Ravyn grew tall and lithe, stronger than she looked. She learned to fight with sword, knife, and wit, how to poison without traces, how to move in silence and kill mercilessly. By the age of twenty Ravyn had surpassed her ‘teachers’ and began to kill off other killers. Sometimes she ventured from the city, the Ringwraiths no longer fearing that she would run off, and assassinated various public figures. Before anyone knew who had done it, Ravyn was gone again. She became the secret weapon of evil.
Soon her skills were needed as Gondor began to look toward Minas Morgul with ideas of conquest in their minds. Ravyn, of course, was ready to fight to the death for the place she considered her home. She was evil to the core, and no one dared speak to her unless she spoke first. She went to battle mounted on a Fell beast, for she had since proved her prowess with all manner of dangerous beasts. Within short order the war was in full swing, Ravyn decimating forces as she used all she knew to her advantage. However, in a rather clichéd manner, good won out over evil. Ravyn was on foot when the majority of the forces were killed. She had just dispatched of a captain when a squadron of soldiers set upon her. The Gondorians were convinced that she was under some kind of witchcraft or spell, for she was the only female human fighting. They soon captured her, though she killed many and attempted to kill herself on many occasions. However, they soon deprived her of weapons, forced to strip her down to merely shreds of clothing to do so, and brought her before the king. It was after she killed one of his soldiers in an attempt to slay him that it was decided to put her in prison.
The Gondorians were weak in Ravyn’s mind for not killing her. They had some idea that she would come around. But within a year she was chained heavily due to many escape accounts and only fed every other day when someone dared come close enough. One day Ravyn awoke to sounds of war. Every fiber in her being longed to be outside, to escape and wreak the havoc she knew so well on her captors. But she was unable, and so she was tortured with the sounds of killing and bloodshed. Eventually there were footsteps in the dungeon, not the hurried ones of guards nor the light steps of noblemen who gathered the courage to come inspect the prisoners. No, these were the heavy footsteps of authority. Ravyn found herself looking at a man who was tall and appealing, but most important was the gleam of true evil in his eyes. Ravyn did something she rarely did; she smiled at him as her eyes answered the call of pure corrupted nature.
It was of no surprise that she and Canos were destined for each other. With him she set up their rule, employing assassins and gaining respect as the new queen of evil. Canos did little to inhibit her, and though she did not love him, she respected him as her equal. Her evil nature became more and more pronounced as time went on, and she was truly happy to be in such a place. In the manner of those who kill, she cared not for the fate of the Ringwraiths or anyone she had associated with. All that mattered was the now and the future. As far as Ravyn was concerned, her past was meaningless. She acquired a black jaguar, naming him Sharan, and trained him to answer to only her. He became her shadow, following her and doing whatever she commanded him. And so, as the fight between good and evil arose once more, Ravyn found herself in the position to do more evil than she ever had before. These were the golden years of Ravyn.
Fears: Being stripped of any defense and left with no escape.
Strengths: Being evil, causing others pain
Weaknesses: She has too quick of a temper and doesn’t always listen to reason.
Likes: Evil, torture, poisons, animals
Dislikes: Overly moral people, arrogance
APPEARANCE
Facial Appearance: See banner; dark hair, dark eyes, tanned complexion
Clothing: Ravyn prefers to wear trousers, since they do not inhibit her movement, but it is not rare to find her in a dress of some kind. Usually they are in purples, reds, and blacks. She doesn’t wear much jewelry and generally is garbed in simple affairs.
Build: Ravyn is 5’10”, lean, and moves in a feline manner. She stalks about silently, deadly in her own right, and is very flexible and graceful. Do not let her appearance fool you, though; she can be incredibly strong when she falls into a rage.
Marks/Scars: None that she shows.
