Post by arzosha on Apr 28, 2024 6:57:33 GMT -5
Name: Kara Di'Ren
Alias: Raven, (All nicknames- Cha'Ahnvae(Half Night), Cha'Shil (Half Shadows), Racina Thimaer (Broken Wings)
Race: Half Sun Elf/Human
Initial Alignment:CN
Height:5'9"
Weight/Build: Underweight slightly usually, But muscular built for dexterity with some strength in there
Age: 20's
Eyes:Hazel(mood eyes-changes color based on mood)
Hair: Dark Red
Deity: Mask
Base Class & Proposed Development:Rogue/Fighter -> Rogue/Fighter/ShadowDancer
Notable/Distinguishing Features: her tattoo's when showing and Garrote scar around neck
Languages:Elven, Cant, Iluskian, Alzhedo, Halfling
Appearance:Human looking with an exotic caste to frame and form, with hair that always covered the upper half of the ear hiding the slight point to the tip. Eyes that would usually be half veiled hiding much of her thoughts and emotions.
Skin marked by scars and tattoo's
Left Leg: A wingless dragon with the tail starting at the ankle and winding upwards around the leg to where the head rested on the pelvis area. ink hides a scar on the upper thigh that causes a limp at times.
Right Leg: a black bird on ankle
Left bicep: A purple-black rose the stem wrapped twice around with thorns that seemed to be piercing the skin making it bleed.
Entire backside from shoulders to upper rear: Slightly tattered looking black bird wings.
Around her neck a simple cloth choker that looked hand made, that hid a garrote wire scar.
Personality Profile: Jaded, Has no Filter between her thinking and mouth usually, easily peeved by people on bad days, playful when in good mood, stabby when pissed, easily will insult folks with out trying hard.
Background: Her mother was a high elf innocent and stupid that was tricked into a debt and forced to pay it off in a pleasure house. Father unknown among the clientele, her mother had tried to kill her before even being born to no avail thus the unnamed unwanted half breed was tossed to the kitchens and servant hall like so many other unwanted complications. She grew up watching the darkness the desire to be free of such a place could create in women. As the child grew older she lived avoiding all the nasty things a port city back streets could ever breed till she was saved by a Elven man and his fully hidden by cloak and mask companion.
The Elf-Rory was a leader of a small thieves gang, his companion a assassin that had been 'just passing through' for a while. The Elf graced her with her first name, a fickle choice. the two men became the closest thing she would have to parental figures in her childhood, teaching her life skills and how to be a rogue.
From Rory she learned the skills to sneak, to find information, to rob, that softer emotions were naught but tools to use to gain what you needed. The one everyone called Kiebara the assassin.. she learned how to cheat at card, to hide her eyes that gave her emotional state away, the basics of reading and writing, that it was alright to feel but to keep it separate from everything else, how to lie with words and deeds- wearing a Mask so to speak so she could fit into were ever she had to exist at that moment.
Just as she hit puberty Kiebara left with out a word or notice, leaving behind a teenager who had given a sliver of her heart away to that departed figure. Rory changed becoming more possessive, manipulative in his words and action to the teenager He was the one to ink her body, the ankle with her namesake, the dragon after a failed trap disarm during a heist on a wizards tower. The rose was her own choice a defiance in a way and also a perfect symbol of what the others in the gang nicknamed her, a deadly rose. The wings on her back was the last touch of ink that man added to her.
Shortly after the wings were finished the gang was attacked by a rival group, during the fighting she was attacked from behind a garrotte wire wrapped about her neck dragging her into a empty room. Her attacker was Rory.. using the wire as a threat he tried to.. do harm onto her except he forgot to disarm someone that moved around with a small arsenal of blades. After stabbing him in the side she.. 'unmaned' him shoving it into his mouth and left uncaring if he died from the blood loss or choking, wrapping her neck she fled the city, starting a mercenary life.
Goals: (starting)To survive, but also to die, to become a shadow.. let it swallow her, to hope for companions who will stick around her even with her issues and keep her from being swallowed completely.
Enemies: may of left a few behind when she left Luskin.
Possible Plot-Hook Ideas and Misc Facts: Fickle hunting one of her teachers, the one that left or in her head abandoned her.
Alias: Raven, (All nicknames- Cha'Ahnvae(Half Night), Cha'Shil (Half Shadows), Racina Thimaer (Broken Wings)
Race: Half Sun Elf/Human
Initial Alignment:CN
Height:5'9"
Weight/Build: Underweight slightly usually, But muscular built for dexterity with some strength in there
Age: 20's
Eyes:Hazel(mood eyes-changes color based on mood)
Hair: Dark Red
Deity: Mask
Base Class & Proposed Development:Rogue/Fighter -> Rogue/Fighter/ShadowDancer
Notable/Distinguishing Features: her tattoo's when showing and Garrote scar around neck
Languages:Elven, Cant, Iluskian, Alzhedo, Halfling
Appearance:Human looking with an exotic caste to frame and form, with hair that always covered the upper half of the ear hiding the slight point to the tip. Eyes that would usually be half veiled hiding much of her thoughts and emotions.
Skin marked by scars and tattoo's
Left Leg: A wingless dragon with the tail starting at the ankle and winding upwards around the leg to where the head rested on the pelvis area. ink hides a scar on the upper thigh that causes a limp at times.
Right Leg: a black bird on ankle
Left bicep: A purple-black rose the stem wrapped twice around with thorns that seemed to be piercing the skin making it bleed.
Entire backside from shoulders to upper rear: Slightly tattered looking black bird wings.
Around her neck a simple cloth choker that looked hand made, that hid a garrote wire scar.
Personality Profile: Jaded, Has no Filter between her thinking and mouth usually, easily peeved by people on bad days, playful when in good mood, stabby when pissed, easily will insult folks with out trying hard.
Background: Her mother was a high elf innocent and stupid that was tricked into a debt and forced to pay it off in a pleasure house. Father unknown among the clientele, her mother had tried to kill her before even being born to no avail thus the unnamed unwanted half breed was tossed to the kitchens and servant hall like so many other unwanted complications. She grew up watching the darkness the desire to be free of such a place could create in women. As the child grew older she lived avoiding all the nasty things a port city back streets could ever breed till she was saved by a Elven man and his fully hidden by cloak and mask companion.
The Elf-Rory was a leader of a small thieves gang, his companion a assassin that had been 'just passing through' for a while. The Elf graced her with her first name, a fickle choice. the two men became the closest thing she would have to parental figures in her childhood, teaching her life skills and how to be a rogue.
From Rory she learned the skills to sneak, to find information, to rob, that softer emotions were naught but tools to use to gain what you needed. The one everyone called Kiebara the assassin.. she learned how to cheat at card, to hide her eyes that gave her emotional state away, the basics of reading and writing, that it was alright to feel but to keep it separate from everything else, how to lie with words and deeds- wearing a Mask so to speak so she could fit into were ever she had to exist at that moment.
Just as she hit puberty Kiebara left with out a word or notice, leaving behind a teenager who had given a sliver of her heart away to that departed figure. Rory changed becoming more possessive, manipulative in his words and action to the teenager He was the one to ink her body, the ankle with her namesake, the dragon after a failed trap disarm during a heist on a wizards tower. The rose was her own choice a defiance in a way and also a perfect symbol of what the others in the gang nicknamed her, a deadly rose. The wings on her back was the last touch of ink that man added to her.
Shortly after the wings were finished the gang was attacked by a rival group, during the fighting she was attacked from behind a garrotte wire wrapped about her neck dragging her into a empty room. Her attacker was Rory.. using the wire as a threat he tried to.. do harm onto her except he forgot to disarm someone that moved around with a small arsenal of blades. After stabbing him in the side she.. 'unmaned' him shoving it into his mouth and left uncaring if he died from the blood loss or choking, wrapping her neck she fled the city, starting a mercenary life.
Goals: (starting)To survive, but also to die, to become a shadow.. let it swallow her, to hope for companions who will stick around her even with her issues and keep her from being swallowed completely.
Enemies: may of left a few behind when she left Luskin.
Possible Plot-Hook Ideas and Misc Facts: Fickle hunting one of her teachers, the one that left or in her head abandoned her.