Appreciate the little things, like, the super little things.
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Bio
I'm a sucker for romance, sci fi, fantasy and just about any modern city with a twist like monster hunting or super powers. Been writing for years, I didn't learn how to read till I was 12 so the moment I got the hang of it, I could not stop. Filling journals with stories one after the other, my younger sister eventually got me into role playing and it created a monster. I will play with you all day if you reply, post for post and will give you as much detail as I can.
Characters
Name:Aurora Lorell
Quote:"One should never fear the dark. Just enjoy the light you have left."
Alias: Nevermore Age: 24 Gender: female Notoriety: Missing Level: yellow Family: Father: Rick Lorell, Mother: Sarah Lorell Occupation: Horse trainer and retired Olympic rider.
Appearance:
Aurora is seen to be a beauty. With a lean build and fair skin standing in at around 5,2. Her eyes are what really set her apart besides the snowy form. Red and clouded as though in a veil of mist she almost always keeps them closed due to being bullied as a child. Many saying they are unnerving to look at.
Method of Operation: No one knows that its truly her. Those that have gained her help have only seen the creatures that she calls forth. Usually beasts from mythology that have few features. If shes forced to be seen she stays silent, trying to keep her age and gender a secret. If anyone found out who she was, the world would find out everything about her in minutes. Instead she uses her tour as a way to keep her location foggy. Being a world and Olympic rider, she has been to all corners of the world. Each one earning a job or two from her. Her method of transportation is a horse she had conjured herself, what she sees as the only link one could give her. Still she reminds herself that she should never get involved with things too big, but the chance to use her abilities has always been too tempting.
Superpower: Aurora has the ability to conjure beasts from stories she has read or been told. Using a leather bound journal as a catalyst to recite the right lines to call forth her companions. She found that the larger impact a story holds to her, the easier it is to call her creatures. Though strange enough she has found that it is more difficult to create that which is already in this world. Being able to make a wraith she has massive difficult in creating a bird. Many would think this ability is limitless. Sadly Aurora must read or hear the tale in which her conjure is being made from. Even than she can't always make them unless it had a impact on her in some way. Because of this she has a habit of asking others for stories. Any kind hoping that she could advance her abilities further. Her biggest weakness is that this only works when she has a sound mind and when the book is open. Growing up taming thousand pound animals has made her difficult to frighten. But if she falls pray to fear, the companions she had called would turn on her. If her book is closed her train of thought would break, causing the creatures to disperse and leave her side.
Skills: an amazing horse back rider, her hearing is better than most. Memory is above average. Shes been told that her voice is rather calming due to her nature. Shes also had a good chance of catching a lie so long as it's spoken.
Equipment: Book of tales.
Every story is written in Braille. Because of this she keeps it hidden from view and no one has yet to look through it's pages. If someone found out what was inside than the trail would be short in finding out that Aurora is the owner.
Personality: Aurora is a seeker of knowledge. Someone who needs to know things small and large. Heavy and light. This was due to the fact that she was born blind, growing up with being sheltered and lead around she found herself growing tired of the treatment quickly. Even though she would have a pilot smile when someone offers to take her hand or tell her where something is, she would find herself loathing on the inside. Wanting to be as independent as she can be. Pushing herself to be better at what she dose to prove to those around her that she dose not need her eyes in order to live her life. She thinks that many who help her do it not for herself, but so they could feel better. Thinking that they would be a hero for a small moment, she can not stand the thought of being a tool used in someone's self need to feel important. And thus it has only added to her independence.
Yet even with the quite demands of independence, Aurora is a calming presence. Soft spoken shes not one to raise her voice. When it comes to her friends, she is usually the one to end a fight with words alone. Comforting others when they are in need not using sayings of encouragement, but sitting at their side in silence. She had an interesting habit though. When in good company she tends to speak in riddles, thinking that it's due to the stories she obsesses over, she tries her best to keep it under wraps. Even so, those who she calls friends will tell her she slipped back into her odd way of speaking. Her greatest fear is being in absolute silence, she also tends to tap her finger on her cane. Sound is her greatest asset and without it she turns into a shell of her usual self. Fumbling over words and sometimes not able to use her powers safely.
Biography: Aurora was born into the business of horses. Her father a trick rider and her mother a cross country racer, the two were a power house in the equestrian world. Before she was even born they were getting her ready with what style and what horse she would ride, only for their dreams to be crushed when they saw her for the first time. A tiny albino who's retinas never even developed leaving her blind.
Yet that did not stop the girl from living up to her family's potential. She became connected with the animals that her family made a living from. Every fall she went through, she would stand from, no injury would ever scare her away. The feeling of power a horse would give was too great to leave. Where in any other situation she would be led around and treated like a child. In the arena she was expected to handle things herself and for once she herself could be the leader. At age six she was competing in not only trick riding, but cross country and dressage. Having a love for the stories that her mother would read her. Aurora began to print Braille in her own journal, often reading them out loud to her horse. After all, he was the only one that could deal with a 13 year old speaking for hours at a time. Sleeping in the stalls with her books clutched in hand the journal only grew thicker, and heavier. Till eventually the words she recited caused the animal to spook. Thrashing in the box and causing her to scramble out, screams of rage and fear ringing through the stable. Before she knew it her parents were at her side, asking her what was wrong yet whatever had caused the damage was gone. Again and again it had happened, each time with her reading. Its taken her two full months to find out that the cause of her horse’s spooking was the conjuration of creatures from her own words. Her own abilities.
Another idea that she could gain independence she began to work. Conducting experiments to figure out the rights and wrongs of her abilities. Its taken her years to find things out on her own. By the time she was 17 she was a competitor in the Olympics. Finally a chance where she was away from those who thought she needed them. All she needed was her book and her cane. Once walking through the stable halls at night. Checking her companion to make sure their first run in the Olympics would be fine. Yet as she opened the door she found something was wrong. Her stallion named Beauty in a Shadow, was gone.
Her first thought was to contact the security to find him. Fear gripping her mind she could still remember the sweat that ran down her palms as she gripped her cane. Yet when she clicked it on the stone ground she made up her mind. Her book in hand she ran her finger across the pages. "With eyes made for night, and fire as fierce as a devil's light. He tracked down hunters of his land. And made them swear he could never stand." The sound of light feet pattering next to her she found a smile on her lips when the sound of a ragged fox was found at her side. To her eyes there was blank. Yet to anyone who saw it was a fox with two tails, told in Japanese lore to be the devil in a different skin, with eyes of lit green and a scroll strapped to it's back. "Find Beauty." It was all she said, and it was all she needed to. That night she took matters into her own hands as the fox lead her through the halls. Away from the stable and out to the parking lot to hear the half drugged screams of her stallion.
That night something snapped, she no longer used her abilities to gain a smile, as she called forth a crimson wraith from the tale "a wife in the bog." The gut wrenching shrieks and screams rang true to her ears. the creature she chosen playing on their fear, having them see a different story as it led them away, leaving her stallion. Yet her story, while seeming to end at a good note. Her stallion back in safety and ready to ride again. The next morning she found herself plastered in headlines, she had been accused of being a variant right before she road into the arena. By the very humans who tried to steal her companion.
She left after that, the heart warming tale of Aurora Lorell that was supposed to end in happiness was forever marred with slander. She left her home that same week, taking her savings and her reputation to find a place that would somehow accept her. It was a man named Damion who became her salvation. He had property for horses and knew nothing of them, or cared for them. She had passion and a wish for a new place to stay. Fallen from grace, Aurora now runs Beauty ranch. She keeps her head down and work professional, training horses that seem untouchable. Yet even with this new start that she still embraces at age 24, she finds herself still heart broken over the family that she left behind. Wanting nothing more than to be thought of as human again. A wish so great that she refuses to ever show her ability to anyone again. That is unless she has her mask, some things you just can't give up.
Theme outside of battle: battle theme:
Extra:
A friesian stallion who she named Loki as a barn name he was registered as Beauty in Shadow.
Personality: A quiet soul who files down his horns and keeps a hood over his head. Tasar is someone who usually keeps to himself when it comes to relationships of any kind. But helping a stranger in need he'll do without a word. A kind spirit and extremely knowledgeable in the art of survival, his voice barely rises above a soft tone as though he is trying not to scare anyone away. He can be awkward at times though, with such a cross in species nobles have often tried to gain him in their company. Standing almost 6 ft with elven features and stunning eyes caused him to be the focus of very unwanted attention.
Other: He's a ranger of sorts, the ability to survive on his own in the wilds for lifetimes was gained from childhood. And due to some unknown history, he has an extensive knowledge in not dragon history or lore, but in their make up. How they live and thrive as though they were on the same level as a Hert.
Personality: A powerful creature and one who wears her heritage with pride. Holding her head up high the woman is seen to be an intimidating sight. Standing at a head taller than most males, with a gaze that would silence most cocky attitude. She's cut throat, one who works till the job is done and has determination for her own values that would cause some to think she had Dwarven blood in her veins at one point. She'll lay her life down for another without a second thought. Though she has met few that could best her in battle when she's armed.
Other: Like Tasar, Xathina knows more about dragons than most and is extremely tight lipped as to why.
Reena Durian
Character Summary
Name: Reena Age:17 (Changed at 17) Species: Vampire Sexuality:bisexual Relationship Status: single
Appearance
Height: 5'3 Build: slim Eyes: grey Hair:long curly red Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: has a tattoo of a paw print on her wrist
Reena is a small woman, being in a wheel chair most of her life had caused her grown to be stunted. While she has a very sweet face with soft features, covered in freckles, most would see her as a welcome sight. Her arms have a fair bit of muscle due to work and trying to get around through everyday life. While her hair is what people say are her most striking appearance, thick red hair that curls down her back, only to frame a pair of warm grey eyes. Many would often tease her about being so short though, it was obvious that if she could stand, she'd still have to look up to see most people’s eyes.
Personality
Patiant *Timid *Kind *
Personality: Reena is a sweet thing, growing up in a family that had a wild life sanctuary has caused her to accept the comfort and companionship of animals over humans. She's often been told that she needs to grow a back bone though, shying away and going without just to avoid confrontation. A soft spoken voice and often times being taken advantage of due to her throat locking up whenever she tries to defend herself. Even so, she is still very warm to those around her, offering advice when she can, and not being turned away from a outburst. Her family often worries that her nature would get her into trouble one day, far too trusting, and a little too easy going. She still looks at everything with a more optimist view, thinking that if she is patient enough, anyone could warm up. The only saving grace of her nature is that she has many friends and very few enemies.
Habits:
Clicking her tongue
fidgeting with whatever is in her hands
tapping her fingers into notes
pressing her fingers into someone's side to get them to move
Strengths:
Extremely patient
Great memory
Creative
Weakness:
Disabled most of her life (not very athletic)
Trouble standing up for herself
Skittish
Likes:
Music
Animals
Black Coffee
Dislikes:
Yelling
Being pushed in her chair
Hot days
History
Reena grew up in a very loving family. The Durian's owning almost 60 acers of land, they turned it into a whildlife scantuary and reabilitation centre, stationed in the high pass. It was a child's dream, every day she would get to see birds of prey, wolves, big cats, even lions tigers and bears that were taken from illegal trading. It was hard work, her mother would show her how to feed them and there was a million ways to punish a unruly child in such a place. Her parents dotted on her as she was a only child, thinking she would take over the trade due to her absolute passion for animals. She took to horse back riding when she was only four years old, and she would often be seen talking to whatever new beast had been taken in.
When she was five years old however, a storm had swept through Washington. Being so high up, the winds seemed to want to sweep her off the ground as the staff was scrambling to get everything secure and move the animals into the barn. Her father has herded her inside their home, giving her the demand to stay with her dog. The house creaked and thunder boomed, drowning out the yelling when Reena remembered that her horse Roxi had not been fed and that she needed to take care of her. With the naive child determination and her rotwhiler's whimpering, Reena pulled on her pink raincoat and marched out into the pestering rain. No one saw her enter the barn to see her beloved mare, as she was dragging over a flake of hay like it was just another day. The wind had taken it's tool on the barn however, pushing and pulling the old beams until the support buckled and the roof caved in on top of them. Roxi had to be put down, and Reena woke up days later, unable to fee her legs.
Life was very hard for the girl after that. Her cheery loud and demanding personality shifted into a reserved and quiet child. Her head down as she would push through the day, her only comfort was the animals that would lick and nuzzle her, it was always enough to bring a smile to her face. But after the death of her horse, she stopped competing, barely able to ride now without being tied down. Still, her parents were determined to give her a better life and got her into music. Anything to give her confidence, and bit by bit, she broke out of her shell, only to fall back into it when faced with a stranger. She still worked the sanctuary as hard as she could, even taking in a large wolf that was caught roaming the area. Most thinking it should be put down due to how wild the beast was, yet she found a fondness for it, always careful enough to not get bitten.
It was in the middle of the night when she wheeled out to go feed that very wolf that things changed. Meat in hand, she was putting it in the slider when she heard the most vicious sounds of crunching bones and tearing hides. Her eyes wide, she tried her best to get away only to be cornered by a team of werewolf hunters. It only took one to be hungry for her to be found by an old man in the middle of nowhere. Her chair a twisted mess back home while Reena herself was alone, scared and confused.
The man wasn't the one who changed her. A doctor who smelled blood and realized that she was unfairly turned only for her sire to run and leave her her crazed wilds. One of the old mares back home drained of blood, while she hid in a hallowed tree in tears, trying to figure out why she was there or how she got there. It took a long time to coax her out, even longer for him to convince her that she could actually stand on her own. Disbelief and awe was what she was met with, for the first time in a decade, she could stand. He took her in right than and there, promising that if she learned how to control herself, she could one day return to her family. Sending someone to gather her things, Reena found herself being shipped off to the night school, and being thrown in a world she never knew existed.
Extras
Advice To The World:If someone takes something from you, make something better. Anything Else: She plays the cello, and has a fear of storms
Welcome to my art page! Well, art thread I guess? I just have a bunch of art for my OCs that I made over the years and thought I'd share cause it's fun. So open up, enjoy and remember that each of the canvass are large so they take up a lot of space. Sadly I am not doing commissions at this time, I just don't have enough days off at the moment.
Hello there! I am Close Enough, I'm a 23 year old person, that's been roleplaying for the better part of about 8 years now. I enjoy world and character building, and role play is the best place to do it, so here I am. At the moment I have a new character, who at the moment was placed in a group rp. But the more I used him the more I fell for this little guy and I just really wanted to flesh him out more in his own story so he can build himself up some more, ya know? I post as much as I can. Life happens a lot however, and I will update you whenever that happens. But I will try to get a post up either once a day, or once every other day. I'm also in the US if you wanted to know more for time zones.
Things I'm okay with: Smut so long as it's story related. Light torture swearing gore
Things I am not okay with: Rape Pedophilia incest god modding Ya know, the usual stuff.
Pairings: Hero x Hero: Self explanatory, Beo is a vigilanty outside of the law enforcemnt. You would be another hero to some degree, weather it be another vigilant, someone in the MCT, police etc.
Beo x Civilian: The most slice of life pairing. You could have any profession, a powerful CEO or just a local artist that crosses paths. A slow burn romance that is honestly one of my favorites since it could be very cute and a relaxing casual style.
Beo x criminal: You are a criminal of some capacity. Crime lord, assassin, someone extremely dangerous or just petty crime. Your pick, Beo is charged with hunting you down. Weather it be your story or charm that keeps you out of his grasp if all up to you.
Beo Unin Dottor
Name: Beo Unin Dottor Age: 21 Sex: Male Personality: Beo has facial agnosia, a mental illness that makes it difficult to replicate facial expression. While he almost always looks board, or even uncaring. He's actually a socially anxious bean who overthinks everything cause he has had so little experience with other people. He has the tag of being a rude person when in realty he's actually quite kind and and a little snarky when you push him. He's also known to blush over the smallest of things.
Likes: Cars, combat training, sweets, pictures of loved ones, music, puzzles. Dislikes: Social interaction, loud fans, salty foods.
Background: Beo is the son of the world's greatest hero. Xathina Unin Dottor. The woman had saved the world as though it were a simple job. The ability to control earth and stone, she became a image of protection and peace. Though only a few years ago, did she bring her son to the public eye and announced that she did indeed have a child. Before that, Xathina was fiercely protective of Beo, not allowing the media to know of him for fear of his safety. He was home schooled and almost isolated from others his age in the hopes he could have a somewhat normal life under the guise of play dates and family gatherings. He was 16 when she announced him to the public, only for the media to realize that Beo was not only the sole child of the hero, but already a very skilled and highly trained vigilante.
During his off hours he runs a shop called the copper wire. Wanting to stay as far away from fans as possible as he treats hero work as nothing more then the family business. An expectation to do on the side as he works on his own thing. You can see him working with Xathina, taking down crime lords or ranglining people who have gone drunk with power, only for him to quietly go back to his work, no longer seeking fame like so many thought he would.
The city of Troit Troit is very much like Seattle city, with the towering sky scrapers and bustling streets. Everyone having something to do and somewhere to be. The population of Troit having the unique trait of having powers due to the ground work in which it was built. A chemical compound causing mutations to anyone born within the territory. Elemental control, changing sizes, even changes in appearance or godly abilities such as the control of gravity itself. Due to this, there are strict rules for power usage. Those who experience signs of going rouge, using their mutation for harm or in negligence, will be hunted down by the MCT the mutation control team. Xathina Unin Dottor being the highest ranking team member, who will be dispatched in high volumes of distress or cries for war, while other users will take down smaller things, such as small gangs or organized crime.
Mutations are also seen in categories of threats. Xathina being a class S while someone who just has glowing skin would be class E and so on. E: Borderline useless ability, no threats of the MCT will be given to this mutation. F: Mutations that are a little more flashy, but still prove to be no threat. Healers are often in this class. D: Mutations that allow some alterations to physical abilities, but not by much. Slightly faster running, or higher defense. c: Mutations that could be used in small crime and shows. Basic control of physical abilities. B: Mutations that are already on the watch list. These are controlled, and these mutations qualify for law enforcement in crime.
A: Mutations that are always under watch, these people are hunted by MTC if they experience even low level crime, as they have the ability to create massive amounts of destruction.
S: God teir ability, Xathina Unin Dottor and a handful of others in the world are even considered to have this class.
She was quick to pack her things. Her backpack slung over her shoulder as she waved to her boss, who only nodded in response. The market would have closed early anyway, the water falling heavier with each step she made. The groups pushing to the larger booths that offered some kind of protection from the awaiting downpour, giving Eden a straight shot to leave work, as she jogged to her bus stop.
Stop after stop, she finally got off in her neighborhood. The dank streets and trash filled corners being a stark contrast of where she just was. Homeless sleeping in whatever would have them, as the twisted frames of houses leaned against each other, in their grimy state and overgrown lawns decorated with children's toys. The rain was falling now, chilling Eden to her core, yet no amount of water seemed to be enough to clean off the dirt that was forever embedded in the old truck she passed every day to get home.
Her phone in one hand, pepper spray in the other. Eden kept moving, taking short cuts and crossing when she shouldn't, all to get home faster. The sky growing darker, and she was getting colder, forcing her to take a turn down the alleyway, her own house just on the other side. She could already see the two weeping willows that stood at ether side of the garden she worked on. She was home free, she could take off her shoes, put on her pjs and watch some cheesy movie through the night.
She wasn't paying attention, not enough to hear him. Not enough to turn and run before a hand grabbed her arm, slamming her into the wall. The foul breath of smokes catching her above the rain as another hand ripped her bag off of her. He didn't say anything, not a thing. Her heart was pounding, ready to rip itself out of her chest as whimpers escaped her, only to be answered with a. "Shut up!" Seconds feeling like an eternity, he began going through her pockets. Hand still having her pinned against a piss covered wall that was the side of her neighboring apartment. She was so close to home. So close! Her eyes kept flickering back to it, back to the garden. The high fence, the gate, her bed. Sweat beaded down her brow, mixed with rain as tears crept at her eyes, just go with it Eden, she thought. Just let him take your bag and be done with it, no use in getting hurt.
It was the sound of a zipper that caused her to explode, not even realizing it was from her own bag. Eyes snapping wide, a feral look in her gaze, Eden threw herself at her attacker. A scream, a ragged, desperate scream, the woman pushed him with all her might, turning and biting his hand that was too close to her. "You bitch!" His other hand was still on her, trying to wrestle her to the ground as she blindly kicked and scratched, nails biting into his face, clawing at his eyes, as they struggled around the ally in a desperate dance. "Let me go!" She almost slipped away, she was so close, she felt his grip slacken only to be dragged back. She kicked him in the balls, he punched her in the face. She was fighting with everything she had in her, she would not go down without trying, not with adrenaline pumping into her veins. Not here, not now!
Another punch, right into the side of her head. It caused it to see stars, dazed, staggering to the side and falling over, as the ground tilted. The sound of footsteps running frantically away, while she was left to lay in the rain. Good, she could get home, she could go home and lock herself inside. Yet as she tried to get up, her arms felt heavy, too heavy. She didn't even have the energy to look down and see the stab wounds that the man had given her in their struggle. She didn't scare him away, getting caught with murder was enough to do it. Instead she just laid in the ally, cold, lost, where was her house again? Her head feeling heavy, her body slowly began to shut down for the first time. Her heart ending it's music, as her eyes glazed over in their half closed state. Not a soul knowing that she's there, if anyone had heard them, they weren't coming out into the rain to check on them.
Time of death 11:02 pm, Eden Duri, stabbed in an ally, across from the front door of her apartment.
This is unexpected! And this rp is really special to me. It created raven tale (who was later named Nevermore) and really set me off into the world of rp, yo the point of working on a costume for her.
You guys really helped me out with a lot. So it’s actually warming my heart to see you commenting again zap!!!
In the middle cart of a train, coming back to New Haven from the city of York New, things were quiet. Soft chatter from passengers on their phones, calling loved ones or work, all with plans on their mind. The turning pages of a book as the paper creased under calloused hands, the muffled sound of someone's music as it blared through their headphones and turning their ear drums to mush. A packed cart, of people having the horror of sitting next to silent strangers.
Aurora herself wasn't paying much mind to the person on her left. A pod cast of various incidents in New Haven updated while she was waiting to get home. Her interest sparked a while ago, only to give way to mute irritation as the voices in her head phones went back and forth, explaining a robbery who just had to be Variants as well.
"With the variants Flea and Noxia detained, the city is once again left with a disturbing question. The building behind me is still up in flames, the damage done only by two people with no casualties as of yet."
"Tom, I'd just like to ask, why we haven't cracked down on Variants yet. I myself just reading about Flea to see he doesn't seem too dangerous, but the footage is saying something else. Imagine if there was someone worse in that little team up to act out crimes for something that could have an actual body count?"
"My own opinion is to just let Variants take care of Variants, it's time to have more officers be aloud to use and train with their abilities to hunt these people dow-
She turned off the podcast, the words humming in her ears, leaving a foul taste in her mouth. She hasn't even set foot back home yet, and she was already listening in on the war in the streets. It didn't take much to find out that Manny was in the fray, it would honestly be surprising if he wasn't in the heart of any and all vigilante work since she left. Still, she couldn't help but sigh, air passing her lips as she felt Goliath shift on her feet. How were the others doing? The vigilantes? The masked faces and bare voices were more of her family then she could have called her mother and father. Her phone still buzzing none stop as it tried to catch up on the messages that was sent to her over the last six months. One after the other, voice mail after voice mail of angry cries and threats of her coming back home only to give way to quiet whispers of apologies and begging words to get her to come home. She stopped listening after the first few hours, only so much guilt she could take in one day after all.
Fingers running absently over the buttons on her coat as she leaned against her seat and allowed the world to move past her in the rocking train car. The albino wasn't doing much, just pressing the buttons on a simple mp3 player that wrapped around her head, before closing her cloudy eyes. Even then, she could still feel the eyes of the girl in the seat next to her own. The smell of a freshly brewed coffee steaming to her side, making her only slightly jealous. She been drinking the stuff pretty much none stop for the last few months cause of her job, and even now she'd probably kill for another one just to keep her brighter eyed.
It was a long train ride, a boring one after a long job, a terrible one. Her hands were bandaged, arm finally out of it's cast. Bags under her eyes, while a sleepy smile played on her lips as the automatic voice binged in the car. "New Haven Train station" The shift in her mood causing Goliath to sit up, her hand finding his head with her perked ears. "Almost home boy, You'll be able to sleep in your bed soon." She could almost feel the stubby tail wiggle as her train buddy wordlessly reached up and ruffled through their hanging luggage. A quiet "here ya go" only for her to feel her duffel bag dwarf her lap as she let out a yelp.
Feeling the train groan to a halt. Aurora couldn't wait much longer as she collected herself and her dog before the beast began to drag her off. She never wanted to visit that city again, never wanted to do that again. The smell of garbage and smoke, with the sounds of tired groans and rude remarks, was still better then the six months of hell she just had to deal with. Her boots clicking on the station's tile floor, she fished for her phone again, holding it to her lips as she spoke with a grin. "Text Mop Top....I'm home."
Quote:"One should never fear the dark. Just enjoy the light you have left."
Alias: Nevermore Age: 24 Gender: female Notoriety: Missing Alignment: Revolutionary Level: yellow Family: Father: Rick Lorell, Mother: Sarah Lorell Occupation: on disability
Appearance:
Aurora is seen to be a beauty. With a lean build and fair skin standing in at around 5,2. Her eyes are what really set her apart besides the snowy form. Red and clouded as though in a veil of mist she almost always keeps them closed due to being bullied as a child. Many saying they are unnerving to look at.
She started seeing her appearance as a way to throw people off her trail however. No one really making the connection that the gothly raven could possibly be the pastel blind albino down the street.
Her own mask is a summons. The skull of the bird that had once haunted Edgar Allen Poe. So long as she carries on a name that show's its legacy she has been allowed to hide behind it's remains.
Mutation: Aurora has the ability to create bonds and contracts with beings from other plains of exsistance. The Lesehn, Binky, noon wraith, the salesmen, and a grim are her main team at the moment. Her bonds always changing due to her team having lives for themselves and eventually cutting ties, forcing the woman to go back and hope she can find something that can take it's place.
Many think this power is limitless. Theories on the web that one day Nevermore is going to unleash dragons and godzilla on their bustling city. Yet she can only call what is willing, some beasts taking months or years to gain their trust, before she could issue some kind of partnership. Some beasts being trickier than most, and could easily lash out and kill her in the process of gaining them under her wing.
She's great as backup. Her summons giving her a wide list of skills on the field, but as a driving force of combat, she is terribly outmatched. Small and quick, but unable to actually take a punch.
Equipment: Her cane, though she's never used the blade, her father gave it to her after realizing she's been getting into trouble.
Skills: Aurora was a competitive horseback rider as a child. Giving her an advantage when she's riding her summons, Binky. She also has amazing hearing, that she can pin point in some areas. Working best in a team, since her abilities ride on her working with her own readily made team. Now you can find her writing songs to sing in her apartment, far away from people.
Personality: Aurora is a seeker of knowledge. Someone who needs to know things small and large. Heavy and light. This was due to the fact that she was born blind, growing up with being sheltered and lead around, she found herself growing tired of the treatment quickly. Wanting to be as independent as she can be. Pushing herself to be better at what she dose to prove to those around her that she dose not need her eyes in order to live her life. She thinks that many who help her do it not for herself, but so they could feel better. Thinking that they would be a hero for a small moment. Realizing she was a poster child of someone in needed has only added to her independence and caused her to get into trouble because of it. Aurora is a calming presence. Soft spoken shes not one to raise her voice. When it comes to her friends, she is usually the one to end a fight with words alone. Comforting others when they are in need, usually from just being beside them, to show that she will always have your back. She's a bit of a fidgeted though, tapping her fingers, clicking her tongue or bouncing her leg, the woman has to always be doing something with her hands if she's left alone. Her greatest fear being absolute silence, you can always trust on her to make some kind of sound.
Bio: Aurora was born to a family that had been heavily involved with animals. Blind, but still free to roam what she would call a farm. Horses, goats, dogs and a few chickens always ready to be the source of her entertainment. She had a fairly normal childhood, her parents getting her into 4-H, and other activities so their child could try and stand on her own as much as she could. A daring, happy little thing who's world came crashing down when she found out she was a mutant.
She thought it was a nightmare the first time. Waking in a cold wasteland of twisting brambles and a grey sky. The caw of crows sounding in the distance as an icy chill would creep up her spine, only to come back in her room. Again, and again she would enter world after world. She started to get anxiety, insomnia, her room was a place of dread, feeling as though her mind was ready to snap. Again, and again she would find herself there as she screamed out at the void only to be answered with the crow, and the sound of heavy footfalls. Eventually her fear of crows developed into the real world, the sound of them causing her to run and hide, keeping her from even going outside.
It was when her father found the decaying raven following her, did he realize what had happened. His daughter's nightmares being her own creation, as they followed her in every waking moment. Her world was crashing down, instead of excitement it was fear, she didn't want this, she wanted to be normal. Out of any power. why something that caused her to scream and lock herself away? Her parents couldn't sit and watch though. Instead finding a specialist to help her gain control over her abilities so she could try to have some normalcy in her life.
Teenage years develop rebellion however. Summons locked away were starting to be explored the more she realized she could use them for her own gain. Her first summons was a fox, a simple thing that could never be caught, leaving her annoying neighbor out in the woods for hours, furious with the sight of a fox that he could never catch. Then she called a dog, after her parents told her she couldn't have another one. Eventually becoming more daring, more needy as a pale horse, of silent hoof falls greeted her in the nights. Realizing her abilities were something more, something powerful had caused her to move to the city. The raven that haunted her before, now donned her features as she looked out over the endless sound the streets had to offer. Sounds of cars, of laughter, of drugs, of beatings and robbers.
Her first hunt with the pale horse, had her hooked. A simple mugging that caused the man to belive death itself had come for him. Voice trembling with terror only to find she offered no harm. She was someone under that mask, she was more than blind Aurora the farm girl, she was Nevermore. The rider of the pale horse, and the bringer of dreams to her friends and nightmares to her enemies. Her name being whispered on the news and web causing her to go even deeper into the world of vigilantes.
She's been away on a job for the last six months. Another group in the city Roon causing her to leave her home to offer aid. A rescume mission for fellow mutants, where she offered cover and disguises using the help of her newest partner. The salesmen, with her work done however she just wants to get back home with her dog, and back to her old life.
Theme outside of battle: battle theme:
Extra: Her seeing eye dog. Goliath, the goodest boi!
Quote:"One should never fear the dark. Just enjoy the light you have left."
Alias: Nevermore Age: 24 Gender: female Notoriety: Missing Alignment: Revolutionary Level: yellow Family: Father: Rick Lorell, Mother: Sarah Lorell Occupation: on disability
Appearance:
Aurora is seen to be a beauty. With a lean build and fair skin standing in at around 5,2. Her eyes are what really set her apart besides the snowy form. Red and clouded as though in a veil of mist she almost always keeps them closed due to being bullied as a child. Many saying they are unnerving to look at.
She started seeing her appearance as a way to throw people off her trail however. No one really making the connection that the gothly raven could possibly be the pastel blind albino down the street.
Her own mask is a summons. The skull of the bird that had once haunted Edgar Allen Poe. So long as she carries on a name that show's its legacy she has been allowed to hide behind it's remains.
Mutation: Aurora has the ability to create bonds and contracts with beings from other plains of exsistance. The Lesehn, Binky, noon wraith, the salesmen, and a grim are her main team at the moment. Her bonds always changing due to her team having lives for themselves and eventually cutting ties, forcing the woman to go back and hope she can find something that can take it's place.
Many think this power is limitless. Theories on the web that one day Nevermore is going to unleash dragons and godzilla on their bustling city. Yet she can only call what is willing, some beasts taking months or years to gain their trust, before she could issue some kind of partnership. Some beasts being trickier than most, and could easily lash out and kill her in the process of gaining them under her wing.
She's great as backup. Her summons giving her a wide list of skills on the field, but as a driving force of combat, she is terribly outmatched. Small and quick, but unable to actually take a punch.
Equipment: Her cane, though she's never used the blade, her father gave it to her after realizing she's been getting into trouble.
Skills: Aurora was a competitive horseback rider as a child. Giving her an advantage when she's riding her summons, Binky. She also has amazing hearing, that she can pin point in some areas. Working best in a team, since her abilities ride on her working with her own readily made team. Now you can find her writing songs to sing in her apartment, far away from people.
Personality: Aurora is a seeker of knowledge. Someone who needs to know things small and large. Heavy and light. This was due to the fact that she was born blind, growing up with being sheltered and lead around, she found herself growing tired of the treatment quickly. Wanting to be as independent as she can be. Pushing herself to be better at what she dose to prove to those around her that she dose not need her eyes in order to live her life. She thinks that many who help her do it not for herself, but so they could feel better. Thinking that they would be a hero for a small moment. Realizing she was a poster child of someone in needed has only added to her independence and caused her to get into trouble because of it. Aurora is a calming presence. Soft spoken shes not one to raise her voice. When it comes to her friends, she is usually the one to end a fight with words alone. Comforting others when they are in need, usually from just being beside them, to show that she will always have your back. She's a bit of a fidgeted though, tapping her fingers, clicking her tongue or bouncing her leg, the woman has to always be doing something with her hands if she's left alone. Her greatest fear being absolute silence, you can always trust on her to make some kind of sound.
Bio: Aurora was born to a family that had been heavily involved with animals. Blind, but still free to roam what she would call a farm. Horses, goats, dogs and a few chickens always ready to be the source of her entertainment. She had a fairly normal childhood, her parents getting her into 4-H, and other activities so their child could try and stand on her own as much as she could. A daring, happy little thing who's world came crashing down when she found out she was a mutant.
She thought it was a nightmare the first time. Waking in a cold wasteland of twisting brambles and a grey sky. The caw of crows sounding in the distance as an icy chill would creep up her spine, only to come back in her room. Again, and again she would enter world after world. She started to get anxiety, insomnia, her room was a place of dread, feeling as though her mind was ready to snap. Again, and again she would find herself there as she screamed out at the void only to be answered with the crow, and the sound of heavy footfalls. Eventually her fear of crows developed into the real world, the sound of them causing her to run and hide, keeping her from even going outside.
It was when her father found the decaying raven following her, did he realize what had happened. His daughter's nightmares being her own creation, as they followed her in every waking moment. Her world was crashing down, instead of excitement it was fear, she didn't want this, she wanted to be normal. Out of any power. why something that caused her to scream and lock herself away? Her parents couldn't sit and watch though. Instead finding a specialist to help her gain control over her abilities so she could try to have some normalcy in her life.
Teenage years develop rebellion however. Summons locked away were starting to be explored the more she realized she could use them for her own gain. Her first summons was a fox, a simple thing that could never be caught, leaving her annoying neighbor out in the woods for hours, furious with the sight of a fox that he could never catch. Then she called a dog, after her parents told her she couldn't have another one. Eventually becoming more daring, more needy as a pale horse, of silent hoof falls greeted her in the nights. Realizing her abilities were something more, something powerful had caused her to move to the city. The raven that haunted her before, now donned her features as she looked out over the endless sound the streets had to offer. Sounds of cars, of laughter, of drugs, of beatings and robbers.
Her first hunt with the pale horse, had her hooked. A simple mugging that caused the man to belive death itself had come for him. Voice trembling with terror only to find she offered no harm. She was someone under that mask, she was more than blind Aurora the farm girl, she was Nevermore. The rider of the pale horse, and the bringer of dreams to her friends and nightmares to her enemies. Her name being whispered on the news and web causing her to go even deeper into the world of vigilantes.
She's been away on a job for the last six months. Another group in the city Roon causing her to leave her home to offer aid. A rescume mission for fellow mutants, where she offered cover and disguises using the help of her newest partner. The salesmen, with her work done however she just wants to get back home with her dog, and back to her old life.
Theme outside of battle: battle theme:
Extra: Her seeing eye dog. Goliath, the goodest boi!
I'm a sucker for romance, sci fi, fantasy and just about any modern city with a twist like monster hunting or super powers. Been writing for years, I didn't learn how to read till I was 12 so the moment I got the hang of it, I could not stop. Filling journals with stories one after the other, my younger sister eventually got me into role playing and it created a monster. I will play with you all day if you reply, post for post and will give you as much detail as I can.
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[hider=Aurora Lorell]
Name:Aurora Lorell
Quote:"One should never fear the dark. Just enjoy the light you have left."
Alias: Nevermore
Age: 24
Gender: female
Notoriety: Missing
Level: yellow
Family: Father: Rick Lorell, Mother: Sarah Lorell
Occupation: Horse trainer and retired Olympic rider.
Appearance:[hider][img]https://40.media.tumblr.com/d50b48d74e32f28476d07de5aeb345b8/tumblr_mufr15r2Uy1s7j027o1_500.jpg[/img] Aurora is seen to be a beauty. With a lean build and fair skin standing in at around 5,2. Her eyes are what really set her apart besides the snowy form. Red and clouded as though in a veil of mist she almost always keeps them closed due to being bullied as a child. Many saying they are unnerving to look at.[/hider]
Method of Operation: No one knows that its truly her. Those that have gained her help have only seen the creatures that she calls forth. Usually beasts from mythology that have few features. If shes forced to be seen she stays silent, trying to keep her age and gender a secret. If anyone found out who she was, the world would find out everything about her in minutes.
Instead she uses her tour as a way to keep her location foggy. Being a world and Olympic rider, she has been to all corners of the world. Each one earning a job or two from her. Her method of transportation is a horse she had conjured herself, what she sees as the only link one could give her. Still she reminds herself that she should never get involved with things too big, but the chance to use her abilities has always been too tempting.
[hider=Mask][img]https://dncache-mauganscorp.netdna-ssl.com/thumbseg/278/278284-bigthumbnail.jpg[/img][/hider]
Superpower: Aurora has the ability to conjure beasts from stories she has read or been told. Using a leather bound journal as a catalyst to recite the right lines to call forth her companions. She found that the larger impact a story holds to her, the easier it is to call her creatures. Though strange enough she has found that it is more difficult to create that which is already in this world. Being able to make a wraith she has massive difficult in creating a bird.
Many would think this ability is limitless. Sadly Aurora must read or hear the tale in which her conjure is being made from. Even than she can't always make them unless it had a impact on her in some way. Because of this she has a habit of asking others for stories. Any kind hoping that she could advance her abilities further.
Her biggest weakness is that this only works when she has a sound mind and when the book is open. Growing up taming thousand pound animals has made her difficult to frighten. But if she falls pray to fear, the companions she had called would turn on her. If her book is closed her train of thought would break, causing the creatures to disperse and leave her side.
Skills: an amazing horse back rider, her hearing is better than most. Memory is above average. Shes been told that her voice is rather calming due to her nature. Shes also had a good chance of catching a lie so long as it's spoken.
Equipment: Book of tales. [hider][img]http://coolvibe.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/07/2D-Art-Dmitry-Khrapovitsky-Magic-Book.jpg[/img] Every story is written in Braille. Because of this she keeps it hidden from view and no one has yet to look through it's pages. If someone found out what was inside than the trail would be short in finding out that Aurora is the owner.[/hider]
Personality: Aurora is a seeker of knowledge. Someone who needs to know things small and large. Heavy and light. This was due to the fact that she was born blind, growing up with being sheltered and lead around she found herself growing tired of the treatment quickly. Even though she would have a pilot smile when someone offers to take her hand or tell her where something is, she would find herself loathing on the inside. Wanting to be as independent as she can be. Pushing herself to be better at what she dose to prove to those around her that she dose not need her eyes in order to live her life. She thinks that many who help her do it not for herself, but so they could feel better. Thinking that they would be a hero for a small moment, she can not stand the thought of being a tool used in someone's self need to feel important. And thus it has only added to her independence.
Yet even with the quite demands of independence, Aurora is a calming presence. Soft spoken shes not one to raise her voice. When it comes to her friends, she is usually the one to end a fight with words alone. Comforting others when they are in need not using sayings of encouragement, but sitting at their side in silence.
She had an interesting habit though. When in good company she tends to speak in riddles, thinking that it's due to the stories she obsesses over, she tries her best to keep it under wraps. Even so, those who she calls friends will tell her she slipped back into her odd way of speaking.
Her greatest fear is being in absolute silence, she also tends to tap her finger on her cane. Sound is her greatest asset and without it she turns into a shell of her usual self. Fumbling over words and sometimes not able to use her powers safely.
Biography: Aurora was born into the business of horses. Her father a trick rider and her mother a cross country racer, the two were a power house in the equestrian world. Before she was even born they were getting her ready with what style and what horse she would ride, only for their dreams to be crushed when they saw her for the first time. A tiny albino who's retinas never even developed leaving her blind.
Yet that did not stop the girl from living up to her family's potential. She became connected with the animals that her family made a living from. Every fall she went through, she would stand from, no injury would ever scare her away. The feeling of power a horse would give was too great to leave. Where in any other situation she would be led around and treated like a child. In the arena she was expected to handle things herself and for once she herself could be the leader. At age six she was competing in not only trick riding, but cross country and dressage.
Having a love for the stories that her mother would read her. Aurora began to print Braille in her own journal, often reading them out loud to her horse. After all, he was the only one that could deal with a 13 year old speaking for hours at a time. Sleeping in the stalls with her books clutched in hand the journal only grew thicker, and heavier. Till eventually the words she recited caused the animal to spook. Thrashing in the box and causing her to scramble out, screams of rage and fear ringing through the stable.
Before she knew it her parents were at her side, asking her what was wrong yet whatever had caused the damage was gone. Again and again it had happened, each time with her reading. Its taken her two full months to find out that the cause of her horse’s spooking was the conjuration of creatures from her own words.
Her own abilities.
Another idea that she could gain independence she began to work. Conducting experiments to figure out the rights and wrongs of her abilities. Its taken her years to find things out on her own. By the time she was 17 she was a competitor in the Olympics. Finally a chance where she was away from those who thought she needed them. All she needed was her book and her cane. Once walking through the stable halls at night. Checking her companion to make sure their first run in the Olympics would be fine. Yet as she opened the door she found something was wrong.
Her stallion named Beauty in a Shadow, was gone.
Her first thought was to contact the security to find him. Fear gripping her mind she could still remember the sweat that ran down her palms as she gripped her cane. Yet when she clicked it on the stone ground she made up her mind. Her book in hand she ran her finger across the pages. "With eyes made for night, and fire as fierce as a devil's light. He tracked down hunters of his land. And made them swear he could never stand." The sound of light feet pattering next to her she found a smile on her lips when the sound of a ragged fox was found at her side. To her eyes there was blank. Yet to anyone who saw it was a fox with two tails, told in Japanese lore to be the devil in a different skin, with eyes of lit green and a scroll strapped to it's back. "Find Beauty." It was all she said, and it was all she needed to. That night she took matters into her own hands as the fox lead her through the halls. Away from the stable and out to the parking lot to hear the half drugged screams of her stallion.
That night something snapped, she no longer used her abilities to gain a smile, as she called forth a crimson wraith from the tale "a wife in the bog." The gut wrenching shrieks and screams rang true to her ears. the creature she chosen playing on their fear, having them see a different story as it led them away, leaving her stallion.
Yet her story, while seeming to end at a good note. Her stallion back in safety and ready to ride again. The next morning she found herself plastered in headlines, she had been accused of being a variant right before she road into the arena. By the very humans who tried to steal her companion.
She left after that, the heart warming tale of Aurora Lorell that was supposed to end in happiness was forever marred with slander. She left her home that same week, taking her savings and her reputation to find a place that would somehow accept her. It was a man named Damion who became her salvation. He had property for horses and knew nothing of them, or cared for them. She had passion and a wish for a new place to stay.
Fallen from grace, Aurora now runs Beauty ranch. She keeps her head down and work professional, training horses that seem untouchable. Yet even with this new start that she still embraces at age 24, she finds herself still heart broken over the family that she left behind. Wanting nothing more than to be thought of as human again. A wish so great that she refuses to ever show her ability to anyone again.
That is unless she has her mask, some things you just can't give up.
Theme outside of battle: [youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=b4CjB-7IT4o[/youtube]
battle theme: [youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k5X0v7h5kWQ[/youtube]
Extra:[hider=Beauty in Shadow][img]https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/3e/1c/0d/3e1c0defac08c0fcb7d9dd6bd8c60a5f.jpg[/img]A friesian stallion who she named Loki as a barn name he was registered as Beauty in Shadow.[/hider][/hider]
[hider= Tasar]
Name: Tasar
Age: Unknown
Sex: Male
Race: Qunari Elf hybrid
Appearance:
[hider][img]https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/4b/d3/32/4bd332a06a30d1aa66df11a40afde508.jpg[/img][/hider]
[hider=my art of meh boi]
All of these are drawn by me.
[img]https://scontent.fsnc1-1.fna.fbcdn.net/v/t1.0-9/30712112_1900405190009533_696127335484571326_n.jpg?_nc_cat=0&oh=3c86c0d54ac6427b5b17ba2c1be9adec&oe=5B65CDC7[/img]
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Personality:
A quiet soul who files down his horns and keeps a hood over his head. Tasar is someone who usually keeps to himself when it comes to relationships of any kind. But helping a stranger in need he'll do without a word. A kind spirit and extremely knowledgeable in the art of survival, his voice barely rises above a soft tone as though he is trying not to scare anyone away. He can be awkward at times though, with such a cross in species nobles have often tried to gain him in their company. Standing almost 6 ft with elven features and stunning eyes caused him to be the focus of very unwanted attention.
Other:
He's a ranger of sorts, the ability to survive on his own in the wilds for lifetimes was gained from childhood. And due to some unknown history, he has an extensive knowledge in not dragon history or lore, but in their make up. How they live and thrive as though they were on the same level as a Hert.
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[hider = Xathina]
Name: Xathina
Age: Unknown
Sex: Female
Race: Qunari Elf Hybrid
Appearance:
[hider][img]https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/fe/24/6a/fe246ac7de499fbbac2461dad17ef519.jpg[/img][/hider]
Personality:
A powerful creature and one who wears her heritage with pride. Holding her head up high the woman is seen to be an intimidating sight. Standing at a head taller than most males, with a gaze that would silence most cocky attitude. She's cut throat, one who works till the job is done and has determination for her own values that would cause some to think she had Dwarven blood in her veins at one point. She'll lay her life down for another without a second thought. Though she has met few that could best her in battle when she's armed.
Other: Like Tasar, Xathina knows more about dragons than most and is extremely tight lipped as to why. [/hider]
[hider=Reena Durian]
[centre][color=ed1c24][h1]Reena Durian[/h1][/color][/centre]
[center][img]http://howtobearedhead.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/02/curly_red_hair_tips_for_redheads_naturaly_curly_red_hair_cintia_decker-500x500.jpg[/img][/center]
[h3][b][i][color=ed1c24][center]Character Summary[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3]
[centre][b][color=6ecff6]Name: Reena [/color][/b]
[b][color=6ecff6]Age:17 (Changed at 17)[/color][/b]
[b][color=6ecff6]Species: Vampire[/color][/b]
[b][color=6ecff6]Sexuality:bisexual[/color][/b]
[b][color=6ecff6]Relationship Status: single[/color][/b] [/centre]
[center][img]https://www.lovely-hairstyles.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/05/Long-Red-Curly-Hair-Style.jpg[/img][/center][h3][b][i][color=6ecff6][center]Appearance[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3]
[b][color=6ecff6]Height: 5'3[/color][/b]
[b][color=6ecff6]Build: slim[/color][/b]
[b][color=6ecff6]Eyes: grey[/color][/b]
[b][color=6ecff6]Hair:long curly red[/color][/b]
[b][color=6ecff6]Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: has a tattoo of a paw print on her wrist[/color][/b]
[color=6ecff6][i]Reena is a small woman, being in a wheel chair most of her life had caused her grown to be stunted. While she has a very sweet face with soft features, covered in freckles, most would see her as a welcome sight. Her arms have a fair bit of muscle due to work and trying to get around through everyday life. While her hair is what people say are her most striking appearance, thick red hair that curls down her back, only to frame a pair of warm grey eyes. Many would often tease her about being so short though, it was obvious that if she could stand, she'd still have to look up to see most people’s eyes.[/i][/color]
[center][img]Image[/img][/center][h3][b][i][color=6ecff6][center]Personality[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3]
[center][i][color=6ecff6]Patiant[/color] *[color=6ecff6]Timid[/color] *[color=6ecff6]Kind[/color] *[/i][/center]
[b][color=6ecff6]Personality: Reena is a sweet thing, growing up in a family that had a wild life sanctuary has caused her to accept the comfort and companionship of animals over humans. She's often been told that she needs to grow a back bone though, shying away and going without just to avoid confrontation. A soft spoken voice and often times being taken advantage of due to her throat locking up whenever she tries to defend herself. Even so, she is still very warm to those around her, offering advice when she can, and not being turned away from a outburst. Her family often worries that her nature would get her into trouble one day, far too trusting, and a little too easy going. She still looks at everything with a more optimist view, thinking that if she is patient enough, anyone could warm up. The only saving grace of her nature is that she has many friends and very few enemies.[/color][/b]
[b][color=6ecff6]Habits:[/color][/b]
[list] Clicking her tongue [*]
[*] fidgeting with whatever is in her hands
[*] tapping her fingers into notes
[*] pressing her fingers into someone's side to get them to move
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[b][color=6ecff6]Strengths:[/color][/b]
[list][*] Extremely patient
[*] Great memory
[*]Creative
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[b][color=6ecff6]Weakness:[/color][/b]
[list][*] Disabled most of her life (not very athletic)
[*] Trouble standing up for herself
[*] Skittish
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[b][color=6ecff6]Likes:[/color][/b]
[list][*] Music
[*]Animals
[*]Black Coffee
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[b][color=6ecff6]Dislikes:[/color][/b]
[list][*] Yelling
[*] Being pushed in her chair
[*][/list] Hot days
[center][img]Image[/img][/center][h3][b][i][color=6ecff6][center]History[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3]
[i]Reena grew up in a very loving family. The Durian's owning almost 60 acers of land, they turned it into a whildlife scantuary and reabilitation centre, stationed in the high pass. It was a child's dream, every day she would get to see birds of prey, wolves, big cats, even lions tigers and bears that were taken from illegal trading. It was hard work, her mother would show her how to feed them and there was a million ways to punish a unruly child in such a place. Her parents dotted on her as she was a only child, thinking she would take over the trade due to her absolute passion for animals. She took to horse back riding when she was only four years old, and she would often be seen talking to whatever new beast had been taken in.
When she was five years old however, a storm had swept through Washington. Being so high up, the winds seemed to want to sweep her off the ground as the staff was scrambling to get everything secure and move the animals into the barn. Her father has herded her inside their home, giving her the demand to stay with her dog. The house creaked and thunder boomed, drowning out the yelling when Reena remembered that her horse Roxi had not been fed and that she needed to take care of her. With the naive child determination and her rotwhiler's whimpering, Reena pulled on her pink raincoat and marched out into the pestering rain. No one saw her enter the barn to see her beloved mare, as she was dragging over a flake of hay like it was just another day. The wind had taken it's tool on the barn however, pushing and pulling the old beams until the support buckled and the roof caved in on top of them. Roxi had to be put down, and Reena woke up days later, unable to fee her legs.
Life was very hard for the girl after that. Her cheery loud and demanding personality shifted into a reserved and quiet child. Her head down as she would push through the day, her only comfort was the animals that would lick and nuzzle her, it was always enough to bring a smile to her face. But after the death of her horse, she stopped competing, barely able to ride now without being tied down. Still, her parents were determined to give her a better life and got her into music. Anything to give her confidence, and bit by bit, she broke out of her shell, only to fall back into it when faced with a stranger. She still worked the sanctuary as hard as she could, even taking in a large wolf that was caught roaming the area. Most thinking it should be put down due to how wild the beast was, yet she found a fondness for it, always careful enough to not get bitten.
It was in the middle of the night when she wheeled out to go feed that very wolf that things changed. Meat in hand, she was putting it in the slider when she heard the most vicious sounds of crunching bones and tearing hides. Her eyes wide, she tried her best to get away only to be cornered by a team of werewolf hunters. It only took one to be hungry for her to be found by an old man in the middle of nowhere. Her chair a twisted mess back home while Reena herself was alone, scared and confused.
The man wasn't the one who changed her. A doctor who smelled blood and realized that she was unfairly turned only for her sire to run and leave her her crazed wilds. One of the old mares back home drained of blood, while she hid in a hallowed tree in tears, trying to figure out why she was there or how she got there. It took a long time to coax her out, even longer for him to convince her that she could actually stand on her own. Disbelief and awe was what she was met with, for the first time in a decade, she could stand. He took her in right than and there, promising that if she learned how to control herself, she could one day return to her family. Sending someone to gather her things, Reena found herself being shipped off to the night school, and being thrown in a world she never knew existed.[/i]
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[b][color=6ecff6]Advice To The World:If someone takes something from you, make something better.[/color][/b]
[b][color=6ecff6]Anything Else: She plays the cello, and has a fear of storms[/color][/b]
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<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;"><br>I'm a sucker for romance, sci fi, fantasy and just about any modern city with a twist like monster hunting or super powers. Been writing for years, I didn't learn how to read till I was 12 so the moment I got the hang of it, I could not stop. Filling journals with stories one after the other, my younger sister eventually got me into role playing and it created a monster. I will play with you all day if you reply, post for post and will give you as much detail as I can.<br><br><div class="bb-center"><div class="bb-h1"><font color="#92278f">Characters</font></div></div> <br><br><div class="hider-panel"><div class="hider-heading"><button type="button" class="btn btn-default btn-xs hider-button" data-name="Aurora Lorell">Aurora Lorell [+]</button></div><div class="hider-body" style="display: none">Name:Aurora Lorell<br><br>Quote:"One should never fear the dark. Just enjoy the light you have left."<br><br>Alias: Nevermore<br>Age: 24<br>Gender: female<br>Notoriety: Missing<br>Level: yellow <br>Family: Father: Rick Lorell, Mother: Sarah Lorell<br>Occupation: Horse trainer and retired Olympic rider. <br><br>Appearance:<div class="hider-panel"><div class="hider-heading"><button type="button" class="btn btn-default btn-xs hider-button" data-name="Hider">Hider [+]</button></div><div class="hider-body" style="display: none"><img src="https://40.media.tumblr.com/d50b48d74e32f28476d07de5aeb345b8/tumblr_mufr15r2Uy1s7j027o1_500.jpg" /> Aurora is seen to be a beauty. With a lean build and fair skin standing in at around 5,2. Her eyes are what really set her apart besides the snowy form. Red and clouded as though in a veil of mist she almost always keeps them closed due to being bullied as a child. Many saying they are unnerving to look at.</div></div><br><br>Method of Operation: No one knows that its truly her. Those that have gained her help have only seen the creatures that she calls forth. Usually beasts from mythology that have few features. If shes forced to be seen she stays silent, trying to keep her age and gender a secret. If anyone found out who she was, the world would find out everything about her in minutes.<br>Instead she uses her tour as a way to keep her location foggy. Being a world and Olympic rider, she has been to all corners of the world. Each one earning a job or two from her. Her method of transportation is a horse she had conjured herself, what she sees as the only link one could give her. Still she reminds herself that she should never get involved with things too big, but the chance to use her abilities has always been too tempting. <br><div class="hider-panel"><div class="hider-heading"><button type="button" class="btn btn-default btn-xs hider-button" data-name="Mask">Mask [+]</button></div><div class="hider-body" style="display: none"><img src="https://dncache-mauganscorp.netdna-ssl.com/thumbseg/278/278284-bigthumbnail.jpg" /></div></div><br><br>Superpower: Aurora has the ability to conjure beasts from stories she has read or been told. Using a leather bound journal as a catalyst to recite the right lines to call forth her companions. She found that the larger impact a story holds to her, the easier it is to call her creatures. Though strange enough she has found that it is more difficult to create that which is already in this world. Being able to make a wraith she has massive difficult in creating a bird. <br>Many would think this ability is limitless. Sadly Aurora must read or hear the tale in which her conjure is being made from. Even than she can't always make them unless it had a impact on her in some way. Because of this she has a habit of asking others for stories. Any kind hoping that she could advance her abilities further. <br>Her biggest weakness is that this only works when she has a sound mind and when the book is open. Growing up taming thousand pound animals has made her difficult to frighten. But if she falls pray to fear, the companions she had called would turn on her. If her book is closed her train of thought would break, causing the creatures to disperse and leave her side. <br><br>Skills: an amazing horse back rider, her hearing is better than most. Memory is above average. Shes been told that her voice is rather calming due to her nature. Shes also had a good chance of catching a lie so long as it's spoken. <br><br>Equipment: Book of tales. <div class="hider-panel"><div class="hider-heading"><button type="button" class="btn btn-default btn-xs hider-button" data-name="Hider">Hider [+]</button></div><div class="hider-body" style="display: none"><img src="http://coolvibe.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/07/2D-Art-Dmitry-Khrapovitsky-Magic-Book.jpg" /> Every story is written in Braille. Because of this she keeps it hidden from view and no one has yet to look through it's pages. If someone found out what was inside than the trail would be short in finding out that Aurora is the owner.</div></div><br><br>Personality: Aurora is a seeker of knowledge. Someone who needs to know things small and large. Heavy and light. This was due to the fact that she was born blind, growing up with being sheltered and lead around she found herself growing tired of the treatment quickly. Even though she would have a pilot smile when someone offers to take her hand or tell her where something is, she would find herself loathing on the inside. Wanting to be as independent as she can be. Pushing herself to be better at what she dose to prove to those around her that she dose not need her eyes in order to live her life. She thinks that many who help her do it not for herself, but so they could feel better. Thinking that they would be a hero for a small moment, she can not stand the thought of being a tool used in someone's self need to feel important. And thus it has only added to her independence. <br><br>Yet even with the quite demands of independence, Aurora is a calming presence. Soft spoken shes not one to raise her voice. When it comes to her friends, she is usually the one to end a fight with words alone. Comforting others when they are in need not using sayings of encouragement, but sitting at their side in silence. <br>She had an interesting habit though. When in good company she tends to speak in riddles, thinking that it's due to the stories she obsesses over, she tries her best to keep it under wraps. Even so, those who she calls friends will tell her she slipped back into her odd way of speaking. <br>Her greatest fear is being in absolute silence, she also tends to tap her finger on her cane. Sound is her greatest asset and without it she turns into a shell of her usual self. Fumbling over words and sometimes not able to use her powers safely. <br><br>Biography: Aurora was born into the business of horses. Her father a trick rider and her mother a cross country racer, the two were a power house in the equestrian world. Before she was even born they were getting her ready with what style and what horse she would ride, only for their dreams to be crushed when they saw her for the first time. A tiny albino who's retinas never even developed leaving her blind. <br><br>Yet that did not stop the girl from living up to her family's potential. She became connected with the animals that her family made a living from. Every fall she went through, she would stand from, no injury would ever scare her away. The feeling of power a horse would give was too great to leave. Where in any other situation she would be led around and treated like a child. In the arena she was expected to handle things herself and for once she herself could be the leader. At age six she was competing in not only trick riding, but cross country and dressage. <br>Having a love for the stories that her mother would read her. Aurora began to print Braille in her own journal, often reading them out loud to her horse. After all, he was the only one that could deal with a 13 year old speaking for hours at a time. Sleeping in the stalls with her books clutched in hand the journal only grew thicker, and heavier. Till eventually the words she recited caused the animal to spook. Thrashing in the box and causing her to scramble out, screams of rage and fear ringing through the stable.<br>Before she knew it her parents were at her side, asking her what was wrong yet whatever had caused the damage was gone. Again and again it had happened, each time with her reading. Its taken her two full months to find out that the cause of her horse’s spooking was the conjuration of creatures from her own words.<br>Her own abilities.<br><br>Another idea that she could gain independence she began to work. Conducting experiments to figure out the rights and wrongs of her abilities. Its taken her years to find things out on her own. By the time she was 17 she was a competitor in the Olympics. Finally a chance where she was away from those who thought she needed them. All she needed was her book and her cane. Once walking through the stable halls at night. Checking her companion to make sure their first run in the Olympics would be fine. Yet as she opened the door she found something was wrong. <br>Her stallion named Beauty in a Shadow, was gone. <br><br>Her first thought was to contact the security to find him. Fear gripping her mind she could still remember the sweat that ran down her palms as she gripped her cane. Yet when she clicked it on the stone ground she made up her mind. Her book in hand she ran her finger across the pages. "With eyes made for night, and fire as fierce as a devil's light. He tracked down hunters of his land. And made them swear he could never stand." The sound of light feet pattering next to her she found a smile on her lips when the sound of a ragged fox was found at her side. To her eyes there was blank. Yet to anyone who saw it was a fox with two tails, told in Japanese lore to be the devil in a different skin, with eyes of lit green and a scroll strapped to it's back. "Find Beauty." It was all she said, and it was all she needed to. That night she took matters into her own hands as the fox lead her through the halls. Away from the stable and out to the parking lot to hear the half drugged screams of her stallion.<br><br>That night something snapped, she no longer used her abilities to gain a smile, as she called forth a crimson wraith from the tale "a wife in the bog." The gut wrenching shrieks and screams rang true to her ears. the creature she chosen playing on their fear, having them see a different story as it led them away, leaving her stallion.<br>Yet her story, while seeming to end at a good note. Her stallion back in safety and ready to ride again. The next morning she found herself plastered in headlines, she had been accused of being a variant right before she road into the arena. By the very humans who tried to steal her companion. <br><br>She left after that, the heart warming tale of Aurora Lorell that was supposed to end in happiness was forever marred with slander. She left her home that same week, taking her savings and her reputation to find a place that would somehow accept her. It was a man named Damion who became her salvation. He had property for horses and knew nothing of them, or cared for them. She had passion and a wish for a new place to stay. <br>Fallen from grace, Aurora now runs Beauty ranch. She keeps her head down and work professional, training horses that seem untouchable. Yet even with this new start that she still embraces at age 24, she finds herself still heart broken over the family that she left behind. Wanting nothing more than to be thought of as human again. A wish so great that she refuses to ever show her ability to anyone again. <br>That is unless she has her mask, some things you just can't give up. <br><br>Theme outside of battle: <iframe src="//youtube.com/embed/b4CjB-7IT4o?theme=dark" frameborder="0" width="496" height="279" allowfullscreen></iframe><br>battle theme: <iframe src="//youtube.com/embed/k5X0v7h5kWQ?theme=dark" frameborder="0" width="496" height="279" allowfullscreen></iframe><br><br>Extra:<div class="hider-panel"><div class="hider-heading"><button type="button" class="btn btn-default btn-xs hider-button" data-name="Beauty in Shadow">Beauty in Shadow [+]</button></div><div class="hider-body" style="display: none"><img src="https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/3e/1c/0d/3e1c0defac08c0fcb7d9dd6bd8c60a5f.jpg" />A friesian stallion who she named Loki as a barn name he was registered as Beauty in Shadow.</div></div></div></div><br><br><div class="hider-panel"><div class="hider-heading"><button type="button" class="btn btn-default btn-xs hider-button" data-name=" Tasar"> Tasar [+]</button></div><div class="hider-body" style="display: none">Name: Tasar<br>Age: Unknown<br>Sex: Male<br>Race: Qunari Elf hybrid <br>Appearance: <br><div class="hider-panel"><div class="hider-heading"><button type="button" class="btn btn-default btn-xs hider-button" data-name="Hider">Hider [+]</button></div><div class="hider-body" style="display: none"><img src="https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/4b/d3/32/4bd332a06a30d1aa66df11a40afde508.jpg" /></div></div><br><br><div class="hider-panel"><div class="hider-heading"><button type="button" class="btn btn-default btn-xs hider-button" data-name="my art of meh boi">my art of meh boi [+]</button></div><div class="hider-body" style="display: none">All of these are drawn by me.<br><img src="https://scontent.fsnc1-1.fna.fbcdn.net/v/t1.0-9/30712112_1900405190009533_696127335484571326_n.jpg?_nc_cat=0&oh=3c86c0d54ac6427b5b17ba2c1be9adec&oe=5B65CDC7" /> <br><img src="https://scontent.fsnc1-1.fna.fbcdn.net/v/t1.0-0/p206x206/30705783_1900405506676168_2288599929610529108_n.jpg?_nc_cat=0&oh=73efff5032d949d8129758e42811f6cc&oe=5B7542EB" /></div></div><br><br>Personality: <br>A quiet soul who files down his horns and keeps a hood over his head. Tasar is someone who usually keeps to himself when it comes to relationships of any kind. But helping a stranger in need he'll do without a word. A kind spirit and extremely knowledgeable in the art of survival, his voice barely rises above a soft tone as though he is trying not to scare anyone away. He can be awkward at times though, with such a cross in species nobles have often tried to gain him in their company. Standing almost 6 ft with elven features and stunning eyes caused him to be the focus of very unwanted attention. <br><br>Other: <br>He's a ranger of sorts, the ability to survive on his own in the wilds for lifetimes was gained from childhood. And due to some unknown history, he has an extensive knowledge in not dragon history or lore, but in their make up. How they live and thrive as though they were on the same level as a Hert.</div></div><br><br><div class="hider-panel"><div class="hider-heading"><button type="button" class="btn btn-default btn-xs hider-button" data-name="= Xathina">= Xathina [+]</button></div><div class="hider-body" style="display: none">Name: Xathina<br>Age: Unknown<br>Sex: Female<br>Race: Qunari Elf Hybrid<br><br>Appearance:<br><div class="hider-panel"><div class="hider-heading"><button type="button" class="btn btn-default btn-xs hider-button" data-name="Hider">Hider [+]</button></div><div class="hider-body" style="display: none"><img src="https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/fe/24/6a/fe246ac7de499fbbac2461dad17ef519.jpg" /></div></div><br><br>Personality: <br>A powerful creature and one who wears her heritage with pride. Holding her head up high the woman is seen to be an intimidating sight. Standing at a head taller than most males, with a gaze that would silence most cocky attitude. She's cut throat, one who works till the job is done and has determination for her own values that would cause some to think she had Dwarven blood in her veins at one point. She'll lay her life down for another without a second thought. Though she has met few that could best her in battle when she's armed. <br><br>Other: Like Tasar, Xathina knows more about dragons than most and is extremely tight lipped as to why.</div></div><br><br><div class="hider-panel"><div class="hider-heading"><button type="button" class="btn btn-default btn-xs hider-button" data-name="Reena Durian">Reena Durian [+]</button></div><div class="hider-body" style="display: none"><div class="bb-center"><font color="#ed1c24"><div class="bb-h1">Reena Durian</div></font></div><br><div class="bb-center"><img src="http://howtobearedhead.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/02/curly_red_hair_tips_for_redheads_naturaly_curly_red_hair_cintia_decker-500x500.jpg" /></div><br><div class="bb-h3"><span class="bb-b"><span class="bb-i"><font color="#ed1c24"><div class="bb-center">Character Summary</div></font></span></span></div><br><div class="bb-center"><span class="bb-b"><font color="#6ecff6">Name: Reena </font></span> <br> <span class="bb-b"><font color="#6ecff6">Age:17 (Changed at 17)</font></span> <br> <span class="bb-b"><font color="#6ecff6">Species: Vampire</font></span> <br> <span class="bb-b"><font color="#6ecff6">Sexuality:bisexual</font></span> <br><span class="bb-b"><font color="#6ecff6">Relationship Status: single</font></span></div><br><br><div class="bb-center"><img src="https://www.lovely-hairstyles.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/05/Long-Red-Curly-Hair-Style.jpg" /></div><div class="bb-h3"><span class="bb-b"><span class="bb-i"><font color="#6ecff6"><div class="bb-center">Appearance</div></font></span></span></div><br><span class="bb-b"><font color="#6ecff6">Height: 5'3</font></span><br> <span class="bb-b"><font color="#6ecff6">Build: slim</font></span> <br><span class="bb-b"><font color="#6ecff6">Eyes: grey</font></span> <br><span class="bb-b"><font color="#6ecff6">Hair:long curly red</font></span> <br><span class="bb-b"><font color="#6ecff6">Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: has a tattoo of a paw print on her wrist</font></span><br><br><font color="#6ecff6"><span class="bb-i">Reena is a small woman, being in a wheel chair most of her life had caused her grown to be stunted. While she has a very sweet face with soft features, covered in freckles, most would see her as a welcome sight. Her arms have a fair bit of muscle due to work and trying to get around through everyday life. While her hair is what people say are her most striking appearance, thick red hair that curls down her back, only to frame a pair of warm grey eyes. Many would often tease her about being so short though, it was obvious that if she could stand, she'd still have to look up to see most people’s eyes.</span></font><br><br><div class="bb-center"><img src="" /></div><div class="bb-h3"><span class="bb-b"><span class="bb-i"><font color="#6ecff6"><div class="bb-center">Personality</div></font></span></span></div><br><div class="bb-center"><span class="bb-i"><font color="#6ecff6">Patiant</font> *<font color="#6ecff6">Timid</font> *<font color="#6ecff6">Kind</font> *</span></div><br> <br><span class="bb-b"><font color="#6ecff6">Personality: Reena is a sweet thing, growing up in a family that had a wild life sanctuary has caused her to accept the comfort and companionship of animals over humans. She's often been told that she needs to grow a back bone though, shying away and going without just to avoid confrontation. A soft spoken voice and often times being taken advantage of due to her throat locking up whenever she tries to defend herself. Even so, she is still very warm to those around her, offering advice when she can, and not being turned away from a outburst. Her family often worries that her nature would get her into trouble one day, far too trusting, and a little too easy going. She still looks at everything with a more optimist view, thinking that if she is patient enough, anyone could warm up. The only saving grace of her nature is that she has many friends and very few enemies.</font></span><br><br><span class="bb-b"><font color="#6ecff6">Habits:</font></span><br><ul class="bb-list" style="white-space: normal;"> Clicking her tongue <li></li><li>fidgeting with whatever is in her hands</li><li>tapping her fingers into notes</li><li>pressing her fingers into someone's side to get them to move</li></ul><br><br><span class="bb-b"><font color="#6ecff6">Strengths:</font></span><br><ul class="bb-list" style="white-space: normal;"><li>Extremely patient</li><li>Great memory</li><li>Creative</li></ul><br><br><span class="bb-b"><font color="#6ecff6">Weakness:</font></span><br><ul class="bb-list" style="white-space: normal;"><li>Disabled most of her life (not very athletic)</li><li>Trouble standing up for herself</li><li>Skittish</li></ul><br><span class="bb-b"><font color="#6ecff6">Likes:</font></span><br><ul class="bb-list" style="white-space: normal;"><li>Music</li><li>Animals</li><li>Black Coffee</li></ul><br><br><span class="bb-b"><font color="#6ecff6">Dislikes:</font></span><br><ul class="bb-list" style="white-space: normal;"><li>Yelling</li><li>Being pushed in her chair</li><li></li></ul> Hot days<br><br><div class="bb-center"><img src="" /></div><div class="bb-h3"><span class="bb-b"><span class="bb-i"><font color="#6ecff6"><div class="bb-center">History</div></font></span></span></div><br><span class="bb-i">Reena grew up in a very loving family. The Durian's owning almost 60 acers of land, they turned it into a whildlife scantuary and reabilitation centre, stationed in the high pass. It was a child's dream, every day she would get to see birds of prey, wolves, big cats, even lions tigers and bears that were taken from illegal trading. It was hard work, her mother would show her how to feed them and there was a million ways to punish a unruly child in such a place. Her parents dotted on her as she was a only child, thinking she would take over the trade due to her absolute passion for animals. She took to horse back riding when she was only four years old, and she would often be seen talking to whatever new beast had been taken in.<br><br>When she was five years old however, a storm had swept through Washington. Being so high up, the winds seemed to want to sweep her off the ground as the staff was scrambling to get everything secure and move the animals into the barn. Her father has herded her inside their home, giving her the demand to stay with her dog. The house creaked and thunder boomed, drowning out the yelling when Reena remembered that her horse Roxi had not been fed and that she needed to take care of her. With the naive child determination and her rotwhiler's whimpering, Reena pulled on her pink raincoat and marched out into the pestering rain. No one saw her enter the barn to see her beloved mare, as she was dragging over a flake of hay like it was just another day. The wind had taken it's tool on the barn however, pushing and pulling the old beams until the support buckled and the roof caved in on top of them. Roxi had to be put down, and Reena woke up days later, unable to fee her legs.<br><br>Life was very hard for the girl after that. Her cheery loud and demanding personality shifted into a reserved and quiet child. Her head down as she would push through the day, her only comfort was the animals that would lick and nuzzle her, it was always enough to bring a smile to her face. But after the death of her horse, she stopped competing, barely able to ride now without being tied down. Still, her parents were determined to give her a better life and got her into music. Anything to give her confidence, and bit by bit, she broke out of her shell, only to fall back into it when faced with a stranger. She still worked the sanctuary as hard as she could, even taking in a large wolf that was caught roaming the area. Most thinking it should be put down due to how wild the beast was, yet she found a fondness for it, always careful enough to not get bitten. <br><br>It was in the middle of the night when she wheeled out to go feed that very wolf that things changed. Meat in hand, she was putting it in the slider when she heard the most vicious sounds of crunching bones and tearing hides. Her eyes wide, she tried her best to get away only to be cornered by a team of werewolf hunters. It only took one to be hungry for her to be found by an old man in the middle of nowhere. Her chair a twisted mess back home while Reena herself was alone, scared and confused. <br><br>The man wasn't the one who changed her. A doctor who smelled blood and realized that she was unfairly turned only for her sire to run and leave her her crazed wilds. One of the old mares back home drained of blood, while she hid in a hallowed tree in tears, trying to figure out why she was there or how she got there. It took a long time to coax her out, even longer for him to convince her that she could actually stand on her own. Disbelief and awe was what she was met with, for the first time in a decade, she could stand. He took her in right than and there, promising that if she learned how to control herself, she could one day return to her family. Sending someone to gather her things, Reena found herself being shipped off to the night school, and being thrown in a world she never knew existed.</span><br><br><div class="bb-center"><img src="" /></div><div class="bb-h3"><span class="bb-b"><span class="bb-i"><font color="#6ecff6"><div class="bb-center">Extras</div></font></span></span></div><br> <span class="bb-b"><font color="#6ecff6">Advice To The World:If someone takes something from you, make something better.</font></span><br><span class="bb-b"><font color="#6ecff6">Anything Else: She plays the cello, and has a fear of storms</font></span></div></div><br><br></div>
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Aurora is seen to be a beauty. With a lean build and fair skin standing in at around 5,2. Her eyes are what really set her apart besides the snowy form. Red and clouded as though in a veil of mist she almost always keeps them closed due to being bullied as a child. Many saying they are unnerving to look at.
Every story is written in Braille. Because of this she keeps it hidden from view and no one has yet to look through it's pages. If someone found out what was inside than the trail would be short in finding out that Aurora is the owner.
A friesian stallion who she named Loki as a barn name he was registered as Beauty in Shadow.
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