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
"Oh...okay. Sorry, I guess I was just being silly. Forget I said anything. I never would have thought about adrenaline being a factor, and judging by the way you carry yourself, you're most likely a good size larger than." Yet as she spoke, her mind was racing. A small smile on her lips she bowed her head, yet every move he made, every breath he took she began to anylize. Storing it away to be used for her next bout behind her mask. "Crazy to see you again Omega."
Shuffling her feet, she reached for Goliath. The hound more than happy to stand to her command. "Well Manny, it's been a long day. And my bus is here. Maybe I'll run into you again sometime?" Tilting her head she tried not to laugh, biting the inside of her cheek as she spoke to not give it away. "I may not have a whole lot of say for the entire stable. But you're still welcome here."
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It's been a few days till Aurora was finally able to done her mask. The skull across her features bringing back a comfort of a never ending embrace. Her fingers dancing across the textures, the Dullahan at her side, dancing in the shadows of the dampened alleyway. "Tis a night for support don't ye think? Small steps before one starts to get wery."
Staying true to word, she began to ride Dullahan through the city streets. Small work for most of the night she began to become a welcome sight to those who have kept away from the main streets. A welcoming word, explaining their problems and asking for help in the simplest of things, from lost animals to needing a ride. And she was fine with it.
"Tis not the best to jump into things. Maybe when the next full moon wans in the midnight tapestry, I'll start to fight once more." A snort at her side caused the woman to laugh, the gentle pull of her clothes from the passing breeze causing her to cross her arms. "Though I do miss our dear gravitational friend, I wonder where he stands...."
Manny, he had to have been Omega. And it made her all the more cautious and excited to meet him as she road through the streets once more. The sound of sirens passing by causing her to quicken her pace through the wear houses. "Not in the mood to outwit them tonight. Come on, lets go!" With a bray of the Dullahan she began to move faster, once again leaving them behind before they could even follow her trail. Moving even deeper into the wear houses, planning to escape to the neighbourhood on the other side.
Jumping at the sound of a voice, Aurora found herself with her eyes open for a moment. Who was that, somewhat awkward, yet a little bit of a undertone, his steps usually heavy. Manny, right that was Manny. She was so preoccupied with her own thoughts that she was barely able to hear him approach. A light brush of crimson began to dust her features.
Stunned for a moment, Aurora began to blink. Her mind coming back to her as she closed her eyes. "Oh, oh of course...." Fumbling with her cane she felt a small smile on her lips when Goliath licked her hand. "Sorry, never been the best with....well with people...." Right, she always stuttered and fumbled for her words. Letters written under her hand or spoken by Raven seemed graceful, elegant even, and it only seemed to make it worse.
"It was nothing..really, I mean...least I can do...I just wanted to ask..." A sigh escaping her lips, Aurora leaned back on the wall behind her. How was she ever able to ask this, this was something personal, something dangerous... But the idea of talking to someone who would have abilities, maybe she could learn from it.
Listening for anyone nearby she lowered her voice to that of a whisper that was caught in the breeze of her voice. "I...I was wondering if you had super strength or something...I mean, back there...those beams were weighed down by the arena, and Sweet Tea, she was young but she was still almost a thousand pounds...."
Instinctively her hands went up, breath hitched in her throat for a few moments before she even dared speak again. "listen, I understand if you don't want to say anything. Its totally okay....I...well I was just curious, but...but thank you, for everything...."
"How long do you think it will take before the arena is fixed?"
"I don't know, probably a few business days, little less than a week from what I see in their reputation." Sitting in the office, Aurora was feeling the textures of random objects that her father had placed around his desk for her. The skilful flow of a pen running down parchment and the ticking of a clock gave it a rather calming presence. Even if Rick Lorell himself had to explain countless times to his daughter that the place was a mess and he needed to organize the neatly stacked and filed documents.
"So, why are you asking? With your reputation I would have expected that you wouldn't want to ride in there any more. If you were our only source of income I would have destroyed that one and rebuilt it."
Shrugging her shoulders Aurora leaned back in the chair. Her hand reaching for Goliath's head, earning her a lick. "I'm simply curious, Loki doesn’t like the machines so I have him in the paddock near them."
"Don't let your mother know you done that. That stallion is worth more than we can afford on a good day, ever since you won silver with him."
The words stinging slightly. Aurora bit back a sigh. Right, thats why they still had Loki. Not due to the animal helping her through the changes in her life. She had to keep winning, for her to keep something as simple as the comforts of her companion. For her to be able to lean into the soft nickers of ease and solid presence, she has to keep winning... "I'm winning gold next year."
"Why stop at just one rank? Go for Platinum, better results."
The room falling back into silence. Aurora began to listen to music for only a few minutes. The sound of the door opening causing her to stand, Goliath at his feet in a moment while she left the office through the back door as if she were just a visiting phantom. Bared away from the presence of another. ---
Every day she would wake up early. Every day she would take the bus to the Lorell stable. Riding Loki through his paces, training her new team and having a conversation or two even with the other workers. Yet while she had all the freedom to leave. She found herself sitting on the paddock fence next to her Stallion. The cool breeze nipping at her features as she listened. Music absent from her hand, yet she still found herself intrigued by the construction. The voices and jokes to the commands and team work. It was such a normal thing, yet she could not bring herself to step away from the orchestra that conducted itself only a short distance away. Sometimes a book would be opened upon her lap, others she would be humming a gentle tune.
Yet whenever the one who helped her from the accident began to speak. Her mind would snap to him. She knows that voice from somewhere, the way he moved, the sound of his steps. Heavy and light, his voice one that is friendly and joking. Even the way he breathed, it screamed from somewhere. "You know sis used to say that if I can't remember the voice, than I just made it up. think that's the case?" Loki snorting behind her and stomping his hoof caused a small smile to appear on her lips. "Guess you make a fair point my friend."
Reaching out she found the great head at her left. Ruffling his mane only to gain a light nip in her arm in return. "So, where do you think he came from? A dream? A passer-by?" Again the beast snorted, shaking his head and whipping her face with his ebony mane. "Yeah, yeah, but I don't want to talk to him. He's working....work.."
“Hello, my fine, feathered friend...you’re not getting off that easy…”
"No way..." Yet the more she thought. The more it made sense. How he ran in without a second thought when she was in trouble. How his words sounded like he always had a comeback. The same wit and attitude they had when behind a mask. Why he sounded so heavy yet light at the same time..... "Think I should ask? Not outright but something that would get a conformation? He did show off when he got me out. Maybe just mention it?" In response the horse pushed her off the fence. A good shove in the back with her head causing her to fall to the sandy ground. Thank the gods she was for the most part healed, yet she still rolled on her back to glare up at the stallion who was all but laughing at her. "Your such a little shit...."
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The day coming to another close. Aurora decided to wait for Manny to pass her by. Once again, the idea of speaking to someone who she did not yet really know was giving her second thoughts. Should she do it? Should she ask... "Just remember Aurora. Ask in a way that you would be okay if someone asked you. Promise to never tell....Make it sound like a question...."
A sigh escaping her lips she ran her hands through her hair. Holding onto her cane to calm down while Goliath sat at her side. "He's nice...Right, that's right, he's nice...."
Sarah gave a curt nod before walking off. Her stride even, and eyes harsh as she moved past the crew, eyes lingering on Manny for a moment longer, shifting through a cabinet of uncolored memories. "Do I know you from somewhere?" Another look though finally caused her mind to click. "Right, you're that one who pulled Aurora from the arena, well...I suppose a thank you is in order so you have my thanks and nothing else."
Her words spoken she turned on her heel, walking back to the barn and passing the albino herself, not even given a look of acknowledgment.
With Goliath at Loki's right and her on his back. Aurora felt comfortable. She could tell a Groom was watching her, making sure she was not about to lead the poor stallion into a wall. With a graceful flow of his body, Loki was an animal that turned heads. A member of the crew looking over, almost reaching out to pet Goliath right after till a friend stopped him.
All was fine till she heard a great noise. A rumbling machine that caused the ground to shake, and the stallion beneath her was not having any of it. Tossing his head and rearing at the threat. Aurora keeping her seat began to back him up.Bitting the bit, all but putting on a first class show till a Groom ran up to grab his reins. "That you Ryan?"
"Yeah, it's me, you okay?" Nodding her head she patted the horse's neck, the sound of construction all around them making Loki even more uneasy. "Can you put him in the paddock closest to all of this?"
Seeing the training method, Ryan agreed. The two of them untacking the beast and putting a very unhappy animal into a pen with a perfect view of the construction. "He's not in the way is he?"
"Don't think so, but if he is, we'll call you."
About to nod her head. Aurora froze when she began to hear a familiar voice. One that was surrounded by a day of pain, and yet...somewhere else...
Ryan noticing the interest only began to smile. "Yeah, your rescuer decided to help clean up. Umm, hey, eyes, Sarah wouldn't wanna catch you with them open..."
Snapping her once wide eyes shut, Aurora took a shade of red. "I'm so sorry!" Hiding her face she began to feel a hand on her shoulder, yet she.could still feel the awkwardness from him due to looking at the clouded pools of crimsion. "Listen, when he has a break, you should go say hi, you remember his name? Manny."
But Aurora did a little more and a little less. With help from her parent's cleaning lady, the kitchen took on a sweet smell of cookies, multiple kinds from chocolate chip to heath or even red velvet. The older woman began wrapping them up in a violet cloth and tying it with a ribbon. "Wait" the bino looking more like a child next to the woman began to feel around for a pen and paper. One hand guiding the other to try and keep the words "thank you" in a straight line. Only for it to be a childish mess. "I'd write it, but I think it's cuter this way. Here, you remember where they are?" Nodding her head and saying her thanks, Aurora carefully took the bundle before heading out. Goliath at her legs, pushing her this way and that to avoid tools. Usually she could walk around them just as fine. But with the dog's help, she seemed even a less likely candidate to be anything other than blind.
She could hear the pacing of Loki. The snorting and pawing at the ground making a scene. Yet all she did was shrug. He had to get used to it one way ot another. Waiting for a bit, Aurora sat down. Thoughts flying through her head as she waited. What if he doesn't like sweets, what if he's allergic, maybe she'll be seen as annoying or childish..,what if ahe gave it to the wrong person....?
It was too late to dwell and back out. Just a few feet away she heard him again. So with a deep breath she stood, head down and cheeks red when she finally got the courage to walk up to him and place the gift in his hands before half running half limping away into someone else. A yelp escaping she quickly said sorry as she clung to Goliath and went to the barn. Finding her memorial stall of tails and trying to calm down.
News spread of the incident, and fast. Camera crews and reporters all but kicked down Aurora's door trying to get the story before her mother dragged her to a press conference. The awkward shifting and stumbled words showing all too well that she was out of her element. She hated the sounds of cameras and screaming words demanding to be heard, questions that would almost force and answer. Yet anything to keep her sponsors high, to keep her in the good graces, and a sob story is what she could use.....
Days have passed before Rick was able to get anyone to take the job of fixing up the arena and stable A...that Sarah would approve of. The iron gates staying closed for some time while Aurora herself had to deal with the work of getting rid of Sweet Tea's body. The Filly's tail now hanging solemnly in a stall alongside her previous companion's that have passed her by.
Her leg now sporting painted violets and yellows. Aurora was usually seen limping around, no longer donning the mask of Raven. Least till she could safely run from the cops and Omega. The streets would have to be absent of the skull and eerie screech of a bridal wraith or hellish hound. Still, what has Omega thought throughout her absence? Hopefully her hunter didn't think she backed out, it was just a rest, a rest and soon she will be as right as the rain that has fallen from the morning sky.
She was already back to light riding. Least for Loki, the great stallion could sense his rider was injured. The shaking leg and slight tilt in her seat whenever he turned to sharply. And so the creature took his steps lightly, causing no problems for the albino on his back, and dutifully responding to even the lightest touch as though frightened he would meet the same fate as Sweet tea. Even if they were in the open pastures, void of looming structures.
The steady rhythm of a slow canter and the strong beat of his heart gave her comfort. More then once would the beauty turn his head and nibble at her boot the same way he would treat a herd mate. Soft nickering and constant fretting, he could tell she was still in distress, a pulling in the back of her mind, one that she clouded over yet still spoke softly of how she was to blame for the problems that risen.
Reaching over to give his neck a pat, she carefully pulled at his mane. The absent bridal causing less sound to tell her where his head was facing, yet it was still nice. She liked the idea she had so much control, almost two thousand pounds and yet just a kind word is all that is needed to get him moving. Goliath barking at the end of the pasture, Aurora brought Loki into a canter. Riding at the fence line only to realize that large trucks were coming through the gate. "Must have been the construction crew Father hired...McClain Construction?" Bringing him in a collected trot, she rode alongside them. Hearing the laughter and light comments of a grand welcoming being enough to make her smile, all the way to the end of the pasture before she had to pull the stallion up and wave away.
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Sarah herself was waiting for the hired help. Clip board in hand she nodded to the workers that began to file out one by one. "Welcome to Lorell stables, sure you saw the news, my Arena collapsed while my daughter was riding. But before any of you start I need you to sign these, the cheapest animal I have here is enough to pay you nine times over, and I do not need any more damages to my stock, understand? No greeting my horses unless given permission."
She was a harsh woman to say the least. With cold green eyes and a stance the screamed that of a beauty who would turn to a beast at a moment's notice. Still, she got her job done and she would do it well. Leading them through the areas and having her Groom clear the way for their equipment, she shown the collapsed arena, the sand beneath stained with crimson and unturned patterns of the Filly being dragged away from imprisonment. A sad sight that Sarah did not even bat her eye to.
Turning on her heel she extended her hand to Richard, a curt nod before continuing. "Sarah Lorell, myself and my daughter are who you need to speak with concerning the horses, she is the albino. My husband Rick is who you need to speak with for documentation and he is currently in the office. Now, is there anything that we need to do on our part are can you get started?"
"Aurora....I'm Aurora,..Thanks, for getting me out..."
Sniffling and wiping her tears only to regret it from the grim on her hands. Aurora took in a sigh. "I tried to get her to run...I did, the moment I heard the roof coming down, I was gonna have her go over the lower wall, but she just froze up. I panicked and so she froze...." As the reality began to hit her, that Sweet Tea died on her watch. Aurora began to cry. Her shoulders shaking, causing more pain to run through her. "Sorry....That was the first time I rode her....she was just fine a second ago..." She's dealt with death in horses, she had to call for them at times even. It happens, horses are poorly made, accidents happen, illness is a major factor. But never like this...shes never had one go like this....
The stable began to erupt as soon as a woman with long blond hair stormed out. A woman that looked to demand respect and hold authority. "I want everything that can cause injury that’s outside the arena removed, the horses in barn C I want moved to the front pastures. Geldings with Mares and Stallions solo, move it!"
Horses being torn from their stalls, hurried hands and shouting voices continued. The gates being torn open to revel an ambulance, yet even then the older woman did not once walk near Aurora to see if she was okay. Not even when the paramedics began to evaluate her, or even when Aurora gave a yelp when they had to force her arm back into place. Thankfully Aurora was not in dire need to be taken to the hospital. Sitting in the ambulance, she was still getting cleaned up, answering questions and finding out that the worst thing was that she had a small head concussion. "Just take it easy, come in tomorrow, but moving you right now would do more harm then good."
It was over in moments, the Groom thanking Manny over and over as she was lead away. Saying how Aurora could have been killed along with the filly. "If you want to come back at all, your welcome to, I just...I wish I could do something more for you. Cause you have no idea how grateful we are."
--- Yet while the Groom was thanking Manny, Aurora was getting cleaned up and put to bed. throughout the entire scare, not once did her family show up. Her mother and father were already going through the loss, The filly having a heavy blow but not nearly as badly as the arena. "Guess we need to get the place fixed up, maybe have the brood barn reinforced as well, I been wanting to do that for a while anyway."
Listening to the hurried footsteps, Aurora tried her best to quiet her tears. Her hand still caressing the animal that only hours ago would playfully nip at her fingers. She could hear a sharp intake of breath, most likely from the sight for whoever was in front of her. "I tried to get her to run...I did...."
It was starting to become all too clear that the Filly died on her watch, she can not even see the wide lifeless eyes that stared at nothing. All she could do was listen, listen to the beams that were so easily moved by whoever came to her aid. Listen to the careful voice that was trying to comfort yet held and edge of unfamiliarity at the task he was given. Moment by moment, Sweet Tea's body became slightly colder...and heavier.
“I, um, got your horse free, so now it’s your turn, okay?”
All she did was nod. Mentioning to the saddle she put her hand on the horn. "The seat cushioned the fall, it's not broken at least.....But I think my arm's dislocated." The way she spoke, even with the ebbing tragedy that tugged at every word like greedy hands, she still sounded as though she experienced her fair share of injuries. She was heart broken, but she still managed to keep a level of composure. One that was drilled into her from her time as Raven Tale.
She felt dizzy, every inch of her body aches as though pins had been slammed into her skin. Something was running down the side of her head, forcing her eyes to close so it would not run through her lashes. She couldn't feel her leg, her toes wiggling granting a sigh of relief, good, she can move them at least... The smell of dust flooded her senses like a unrelenting storm. The howling winds outside causing the creaks and groans of debris to echo through her skull in taunting laughter. Each snap another count down to her death. Her shoulder joining in the harmony in snaps, her brain finally waking up, screaming at her that she was in a great deal of pain. As though something was pulling at her wrist with all it's strength to yank it away from her.
Still, she was alive. There was air in her lungs so she had to get out, her memory finally piecing together the events that caused her situation like a clouded puzzle finally clearing. She was riding....she was riding the new horse..."Sweetie?" The weight on her leg. The crushing feeling of being trapped, only now did she hear the pained sighs that wheezed in and out like a raspy wind on window panes. Hand reaching to feel a luscious mane only came back to feel torn skin in a once smooth coat, warm crimson stick to her locks in clumps that knotted and protested to the beauty that was to frame the creature's face.
Hands feeling down the twitching sides, she slowly unclasped the saddle. A great sigh that was all too forced greeted her. The tapestry of wounds and disjointed vertebra continued till she reached what was supposed to be the back withers, only to meet sharp jagged metal that caressed her fingers like rusty knifes, only adding to marks that decorated what was supposed to be porcelain skin that now took to a dusted shade of dirt.
Her filly was crushed, instead of kicking and thrashing, fighting for the gift of life that was lying just out of reach. The young spry creature simply laid in the grave that had been so intricately crafted for her. "You're not dying on me..." Her own voice was as hoarse, rasped against the crumbling walls of her cords. "You're gonna pull through this...Sweet tea...."
It felt like days till she heard someone. Her hand carefully caressing the filly as she laid her matted hair against the now knotted mane. Crimson running down her eye and to her chin that she did not bother to whip with her blood stained hands. The rickety rise and fall of Sweet Tea's side the only indication the life still clung to the broken body that trapped her.
"Hey! Anyone in there!?"
A small cry escaped Sweet Tea, yet the filly did not dare rise her head at the new voice. It sounded like the sweetest note at that time. Help, yes, a rescuer had come to help. "See hun, you're gonna pull through this."
With all that was left in her lungs she shouted, causing not a stir from her horse. "We're here! Please, my horse is stuck!" The sight inside seemed to be the pinical of any super hero's sob story. A blind woman trapped beneath her new horse with no where to go. "Please...." Her voice breaking she sniffled up her tears, cradling the Filly's neck with the care one would give to a bride. Laying her head down to ease her companion, only to get no response...
The smell of hay and oats greeted her nose as Aurora held a brush in hand. A soft smile on her lips while she allowed her fingers to carefully feel the delicate features of the filly in front of her. Smooth fur, still that of a foal, with what had to be kind eyes and playful nipping at her wrist earning a light swat on the still soft nose. "Not with me sweetie."
A new filly she was. One of the Grooms explaining how the horse had a coat that looked almost like a strawberry blond, a early sign of sorral no doubt. With a full white mask and four high white stockings, she could only imagine how precious the animal in front of her was. A sweet thing who taken to the Lorell stables well, often walking right up to the stall door and nicking, asking for any sign of affection. But sweetness was not why she was being tacked up by Aurora's own hand. Her damn was a world class jumper and sire that of Bold Ruler, both legends. If she took to her lineage then the Albino would be having a nice new addition to the team to take over for Lilly who was retiring soon.
"You good Aurora?" The voice of a groom at her left, Aurora nodded her head, handing him her cane. "Yeah, I got a helmet on, I'll be fine if I'm thrown." Smile turning into a grin she gave the horse a strong pat on the neck, a snort causing the muscles beneath her hand to shake. "She's strong."
"And big, she might end up being too big to carry you and her over a jump when she gets older."
"Well then we just find her a different job. Cross Country or endurance racing, she has a good temper for it."
"You know how your parents are, they won't stand for anything that won't bring in ether platinum or money."
A frown on her features, Aurora grabbed the iron stirrups, placing her boot she pulled herself up. The creaking leather and steady breathing beneath her repeating in perfect rhythm. She could feel the animal shift beneath her, changing her stance to get used to the new weight on her back. "They just don't know how to work the trade is all. Happy horses mean better rating."
With the words spoken she began to give the filly a kick. The groom walking beside her in case anything spooked the young horse. "So, you got a name yet?" She could hear the flicking ear from the horse going back and forth, trying to figure out what her humans are saying. "Not yet, maybe after this ride I'll think of something."
The iron gate opening into the arena, Aurora began to ride in. The filly being uneasy at first, shaking her head and backing up, yet with a few kind words like a patient mother she was coaxed in. The gate closing behind them and Goliath sitting and waiting in case he is needed.
It was a windy day that's for sure. She could hear the howling air causing some of the creaking shudders to shake like old tine in a dusty ally. A barrel of some kind falling over causing the filly to spook, rearing up and backing in hightend steps yet once again the Albino calmed her down with a gentle hand and kind word. "You're fine sweetheart." Eventually getting the new ride into a comfortable pattern, Aurora began cantering the horse around the fence line. The easy breathing and arched neck began to show all signs of power. Footsteps at ease, long and collected, movements showing grace far older then her years. "Loki might be in trouble if you show him up in drassage."
A light laugh escaping her, she took the filly over a small jump. Just to get a feel for the creature without pushing her. They were honestly being a little lazy, a smile on her face when she could hear the unmistakable roar of Loki, a proud stallion who knows his rider is talking behind his back.
Yet as they were riding in he centre, the filly began to grow uneasy again. Rearing, tossing her head, Aurora could feel the poor thing's heart beat loud and proud within her chest. "Easy, easy, you're okay..." Yet as a large gust of wind caused the sound of snapping wood to sound painfully sharp in her ears, her blood began to turn to ice. "Go!"
yet the filly did not understand. Under her fear and the sudden command she began to fight against her rein. Screaming even only to move again in what seemed like an eternity. "Come on!" Yet the filly was tired, she was new. And Aurora could do nothing as the roof began to cave in on top of them.
---
Goliath seeing the signs of distress was already long gone. The gate marred with his teeth as he tried to get through the locked gate that the Groom stupidly put up. Barking like a hell hound yet finding no one in his path, the dog turned out of the stable, nipping and pleading at the first bystander that walked by.
Luck was on Omega's side, for the Grim, even with his snapping jaws and unrelenting chase. Had to halt at the side of the building, growling only for a howl to carry over the walls before he vanished in the wispy tendrils as if a bad dream. The clap of thunder shaking the ground beneath one's feet causing anyone who would have seen him to forget the sight.
Raven herself kept riding away. Only stopping to help a teen who had to walk home and offered to give her a ride. Which to her surprise she happily accepted, driving a few miles to drop the poor thing off, she gave the vigilant a high five before she stalked off in her soaking attire. "Guess it's a good idea to head home, huh?" A snort giving to her in return, Raven began to ride away. The clicking hooves echoing through alleyways as they called it a night.
Greeted by a waiting Goliath, Aurora smiled down at her companion. "Hey boy" grabbing him in a hug the dog began to whine at the soaking albino. "Fine, I'll get a shower." A bark in response, the night was filled with the sound of typing away at her key board. Her toes curling into the section of cushioned rugs until the rottwhiler laid over her feet. She couldn't get the thought of Omega out of her head. Just how easy temped her was in the presence of someone who to him, was seen as a threat. The sounds and smells still fresh in her head, she would be surprised if there was not still a bit of adrenaline working it's way out of her system.
With tired hands she began to call the long since absent owner of her favourite number. "So, I'm safe...for now. I was almost caught by Omega, yeah the gravity vigilant? He shown up out of no where, the cops were chasing me like I was some kind of animal and then when I finally have a chance to get away, he shows up. He was kinda weird though, very unique voice, could hear one like that a mile away. But it was the way he was so laxed about everything...." Pondering her words, she began to hear the grumbilings of Goliath. It was no secret that he was not fond of her talking on the phone with her sister, even if she just treated it like a diary.
"Who knows, maybe I'll fine a way to figure this out. Maybe we'll run into each other again.....Scratch that, we will. I sent the Grim after him, so he's gonna want to hunt me down. You gonna watch out for me?"
--- And see each other they did. Raven had ended up finding herself within a few close encounters with Omega. And somehow, maybe it was cause her sister in the form of the Bridal wraith was looking out for her, she was always able to get away. It did not matter if she was in the cool ice nights of the pouring rain. Whenever she heard the now memorized voice of Omega, she found herself smiling, turning it into a game and causing her to grow comfortable, use it even to try and train.
The howling winds blowing back her coat. Raven Tale seemed to find herself back into a corner. The open air offering to cradle her, she stepped at the ledge. "Seems you may have finally won....Though for the tenth moon, I was not the cause of that battle in the alleyway." Holding up her hand she waved, the book still in her arm as she fell backwards. The open air assaulting every way of her till she called forth one of the most iffy summons she now has. "His body is reborn of the ashes, to glisten in the sun's new rays of life." Air knocked from her lungs at the capture, she felt talons cling to the back of her coat to break her fall. Faux lowering her to the ground she jumped the rest of the way only to summon Dullahan, her timing becoming faster as she climbed upon it's back.
What fun this was! She couldn't help the smile on her features as she sped away. Even laughing, enjoying her time, never before would she have done somthing so daring, so crazy. And yet here she was, the victor of the night once more.
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.
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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]
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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]
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[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
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[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>
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.
