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
She was in the process of taking out the back of fuago, the entire circuit board coming out in neatly tagged wired onto the table like a dissected abomination. Looking up at the words the red head stared in confusion and shock. Her hands still working in memorized paths on their own as she stayed silent till Brick, forge..was done.
"You sound like my sister. Shes been known to crossdress so her clients can't track her to me." A smile on her face she held out the fusion core to grant more space for a cooling system. "You don't have to worry about me telling anyone, remember I'm locked up in my garage and I find no reason to do so, your helping me and just trying to make a living." Shrugging her shoulders she looked out to see that Chase was still standing guard. "If he knew though, well I don't think that would be a good thing...."
Getting back to work she blinked at the offer, "Oh umm, nah I'm fine, less distractions if I don't have to focus on eating. But thanks for the offer." She was keeping her head down, going through the patterns and wiring that she jotted down time after time.
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Hour by hour, piece by piece. Auaroa found herself smiling at the work. Tired eyes scanning what was looking to be a beauty that could throw her weight around. "You are indeed a favourite." Wiping her brow she looked over at Brick, a grin on her face as though she were a child that had just about finished her chores. "Just have to get the backing on and she should be set right?
About to continue, the woman whipped her head around. Looking at the door that separated them from the rest of the shop. Something was off, a scurry, a noise, her gaze focused she kept her ears keen, waiting to hear something else to betray that something was off. One two ten twenty
I'm making my character last so that I can try to make everything even, but I always used duel blades or the insect glaive, like to rush in and doge like a mad woman.
The quiet steps of lightened feet hovered through the halls. The tapping of a cane loyally following suit. Sticking out like a bloom in the dead of winter, a figure moved as though lost. Her head brushing past the shoulder's of few, her eyes gently closed in a meditated face as she held her cane. Hair as white as snow dressed in riding cloths. Three small books strapped to her belt, bound in leather and locked up tight.
With bated breath she reached out to what she thought was a person, fingers barely grasping fabric only to be lost once more. A sigh escaping her lips as she was foiled again. "Its as if I was brought forth into lore that will scorch." In reply to her strange words and tiny voice, a formless shadow appeared on her shoulder without her knowing, only for the silhouette to start to vanish as she continued through the halls, her hand grasping a walking cane that was carved in ebony and painted in silver of a horse at the end. "Come now it must be near, they said I should soon be clear."
Shes been listening through each building, trying to find where she was supposed to go. Where she was supposed to stay. Her family telling her that she would have had a guide yet that person never came. And so the albino girl kept tapping her cane, continuing to reach out for sounds that she singled from the others, trying to find a person that would help her in such a strange place. Shes never thought she would have come here, she was supposed to be in the Olympics, a rider, and now she was in a school for super hero’s? It was as though someone decided to write her tale in someone else’s book.
Once again she reached out, hands grasping fabric she found a smile tug on her lips, the fabric seeming choreas, used and loved for quite some time. "Excuse me, but may I ask, where is the place in which we must stay? I've been quite lost all day."
"Well than I'll start working on the power core, and fusion cells, lets see here, fusion core, unwelded still..." Mumbles escaping her she began to go through the pieces using mostly touch. Her chair a bit too short for the job yet she seemed to be able to get by on memory alone. Hands small enough to get through the smaller compartments without so much as a scratch everything in the back began to neatly and carefully stack up across the table.
"I'll have to say Brick you really know what your doing. Last time I was able to work with someone this experienced was when the brotherhood of steel came over." Setting down the tools she wiped her brow, skin stained with oil and grease she gave a smile. "Ah there we are, now just got to put you back together and you should be feeling right as rain."
Already looking through the ammo, sheets and finally the power converter, a whistle escaping her as she began to see the shape it was in. "Wow someone took care of you when you were a minigun, got to count myself lucky." Reaching over to grab the blue prints she looked up in curiosity, "so, I got my knowledge from books, how bout you?"
Yep, we're trying to have a strong feel of the games by putting in as much freedom during jobs as we can. While still having elements that could make a job fail so that the players really have to work to advance. Yet at the same time are still able to create a story that could not have been made with the games lack of one.
If you ever have questions on monsters just ask and I or one of the other players who are still knee deep in hunting will gladly give you a hand in remembering everything.
not as a starting weapon dios slicers are made by having to hunt the brachydios which is arguably one of the most powerful monsters. Your aloud to get weapons and armour like that in the future but you have to start with weapons your hunter could have acquired. Duel blades themselves could be things like matched slicers, jaggid shotels, matched hatches, pretty much anything that is under a 180 starting attack power. You can have your character customize his or hers existing blades though, like painting it or adding to its appearance to make it really fit that character and your weapons can and would have to be upgraded and changed to eventually being able to get a dio slicer set. The tougher things you kill, the better weapons and armour you get.
You can find every kind of duel blade set that have been brought to monster hunter. Anything that is 180 or under is fair game as a starting weapon.http://monsterhunter.wikia.com/..
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.
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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]
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Name: Tasar
Age: Unknown
Sex: Male
Race: Qunari Elf hybrid
Appearance:
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All of these are drawn by me.
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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:
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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]
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[centre][color=ed1c24][h1]Reena Durian[/h1][/color][/centre]
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[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]
[center][img]Image[/img][/center][h3][b][i][color=6ecff6][center]Extras[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3]
[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>
Member
iFain
Foster
Drache
Tally Dor
Zapdos
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.
