Post by Twilight on Jun 16, 2009 19:59:48 GMT -5
Name: Rais Ethaun
Race: Human/Darkling
Gender: Female
Age: 18
World of origin: Light
Allegiance: Magus
Description:
Hair Color/Length: Her hair is dark and has a purplish sheen to it and sits at about shoulder-length. The edges of it are spiky, and the back is longer than the front. The hair stays miraculously straight almost all the time, refusing to curl. She occasionally ties it back to let it rest on her neck or covers it with her hood.
Eye Color: Rais has rather small eyes that appear auburn brown, but at closer inspection, it can be seen that they are actually red. They often have a haughty look or are narrowed in suspicion or annoyance.
Body Build: Fairly skinny. She has very little muscle definition and overall appears rather weak.
Complexion: Her skin is normal and free of blemishes aside from an adolescent pimple here or there, but it is a little on the pale side from her time spent indoors or covered up.
Height: 5’6”
Weight: 110
Apparel: Rais almost always wears a dark-colored hooded cloak unless the heat is too much to bear. She doesn’t wear any jewelry aside from a silver broach to hold her cloak. She never wears dresses or skirts unless forced to for a formal occasion. Most of her clothes are practical and low-maintenance, and Rais only carries what she thinks she needs: books, food, and water. Aside from those, a small curved dagger sits on her side and a throwing knife is tucked away in her right boot.
Skills/Weapons: Rais is quite an adept mage for her age. Her concentration is sometimes lacking due to her impatience, but she is able to perform most spells flawlessly when able to focus. She created one attack which she calls dark flame. In the attack, fire reaches out of the surrounding shadows and latches onto the victim, seriously burning him or her. It’s very hard to dodge or escape. However, it consumes a vast amount of Rais’s energy and is very hard to perform, so she rarely uses it. She is not bad at physical combat and can hold her own in a fist fight, but her lack of brute strength won’t let her last long. She only uses her knives when she doesn’t want someone to know about her skill in magic, or if she’s just too exhausted to try anything else.
Personality: Long story short, Raise is stubborn, very stubborn. She is willing to do anything to get what she wants. Bribery, torture, murder. You name it. She doesn’t really have a conscious, and gets no joy out of killing. She feels no grief or regret either. The one thing she would do anything in the world for is knowledge. What sort of knowledge, however, depends.
Though she may appear barbaric to those who see her fighting, Rais can be quite civilized. Not the sort of civilized where she sits down and drinks tea every afternoon, but the kind where she is willing to work with people. She is proud, but not prideful enough to not ask for help when she knows that it is needed. Also, if she sees someone stronger than her who she believes will be of assistance to her, she relentlessly tries to get him or her on her side. This has led to her working with everyone from Gatekeepers to Darth’iar.
Lastly, Rais is brilliant; some would even call her a genius. She is able to quickly formulate a plan. Even if the plan isn’t a very good one, her confidence allows her to normally succeed in at least part of it. And although it may seem that she is nothing but a heartless killer, she does have emotions, just not when she wants something bad enough.
History: Rais’s story starts over a year before she was born, when her father, a high ranking Darkling in the Darth’iar was pulled through Rift. Lost, confused, and angered that he had been pulled away from a mission, he found his way to Druth. The first person he saw was Rais’s mother, who had been walking home from her job at a local in. Burning with rage, the man took advantage of her and left her to die.
Amazingly, she survived. A group of villagers was sent out to find the man who almost killed her. They found and killed him since he was still weakened from the Rift. Nine months later, she gave birth to Rais, who never did find out about her origins.
Growing up, she never got along with the other children in Druth. Realizing her potential, a few elderly Magus took her under their wing and taught her magic. They soon regretted their decision. Rais became obsessed with obtaining more knowledge. So when the Magus refused to give her any more, she left, vowing to create the perfect spell and to know everything. It seemed impossible to even attempt, but Rais was stubborn after all.
At the age of 15, she killed a man. Even today, she isn’t sure what made her break. But he was dead, and she was alive. And there was still more knowledge to be found, more power to be gained. And she would take it, if it was the last thing she did.
RP Sample: Arvila had always aggravated her. The people, going nowhere, walking, riding, running. They were all just doing nothing. Even the guards, so self-righteous in their shining armor, were doing nothing for the city. After all, the only things that ever mattered were the ones that were remembered.
A gust of wind pulled on the edges of Rais’s cloak. She held it back together quickly, before anyone could see the weapons on her waist. It wasn’t a particularly cold breeze, but she chilled easily. She glanced to the side of the road, looking for an apothecary. Again she wondered who organized this district. It all seemed so random.
A loud noise coming from a tailor’s shop alerted her to something which may prove interesting. Rais stood near the doorpost and peaked inside. A rather foreboding man seemed to be threatening the tailor and had in the process broken a table in two. A cruel laugh echoed through the shop.
Rais drew back a bit. It was no use trying to get involved in something that may get her killed. But a name stopped her in her tracks. She had heard it before, by studying some of the old Rodylian annals. Allen Quill. She couldn’t believe the man’s audacity, calling himself by a legend. But… it was possible. He certainly was a vampire. That alone made her want to stick around and ask him questions.
Her heart jumped in her throat as he turned around, his business with the tailor apparently finished. Cold fingers ran down her spine, telling her to leave, run, to move. But she stood and looked the man right in the eyes. A thin smile appeared on her lips. “Allen Quill?” she asked calmly, as if he was just any average man who couldn’t kill her with the bat of an eye.