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Biography
Name: Soraya Birch
Age: 23
Race: Cree/French
Sex: Female
Appearance:
Soraya looks like a classic Native woman, with long, thick dark hair, tanned skin, full lips, and heavy-lidded dark eyes. Her cheekbones are fairly prominent and sharp, giving her a stern appearance. Her body is long and slender, with very lean muscle and not much for "womanly curves." She is somewhat tall for a woman, standing at 5'7".
Homeland: Canada
History: Having been raised by a Cree father and a French mother, differing cultures had always been a part of Soraya's life. From her father she learned the importance of spirituality and instinct; from her mother she learned how to stand her ground and be independent. Both cultures played vital roles in the person she became - but somehow, she always felt as though she didn't belong. But Soraya would brush it off as being caught between two very different worlds. That had to be the reason. Even when she was moved out and on her own she felt completely out of place. With her family's help she did a lot of soul searching, but to no avail. She had been working for some time in an elementary school, teaching children woodland art, outdoor knowledge and survival, some of the Cree language, and acting as a counselor to some degree. Though she loved her job, it wasn't what her soul longed for.
The only place she felt at home was in the forest surrounding her parents' house. As a child, she spent hours there, sitting amid the trees and wild undergrowth, mostly just watching the wildlife. They did not fear her. They seemed to simply accept her as a part of the forest, as the plants seemed to slowly grow towards her. The forest felt like home. Once, a great grey wolf came and sat beside her. It didn't appear to be part of a pack, surprisingly enough. It was not sickly nor old, which is typically why lone wolves exist. The wolf let Soraya rest her hand on him, and even lay her head on his shoulder. They seemed bound together in those moments they sat with each other. And when they went their separate ways, Soraya felt more lonely than she'd ever been before. Her father explained the feeling as Soraya having found her Spirit Animal. It made sense to her. At night she would sit at her bedroom window gazing at the moon, knowing that somewhere out there the wolves were howling at the same moon. She would often open her window to listen to them, her brothers and sisters of the night. She felt so left out and alone.
But then she found the note. Although the events that followed frightened her, there was also something very exciting and fulfilling about the experiences. Something inside of her spirit just clicked. Perhaps that was why she was so willing to believe the strange ravens, and carried on in her journey that she knew she was destined for. Both of her parents knew that she had been searching for something her entire life, and they would understand. She would not disclose to them what her journey was to be, but left a note for them in their home that said simply: "Kisâkihitin nôhtâwiy. Je t'aime, Maman. Always, no matter where I go."
Mechanics
Heroic Role: Scout. (If we are allowed to choose outside of the examples given). She is stealthy and silent, able to scope out places and people without being detected. She can make thorough reports on what is to be watched for and guarded against for the rest of the group.
Priority 1 Attributes: Dexterity, stamina, and perception.
Priority 2 Attributes: Strength, charisma, intelligence, quickness.
Priority 3 Attributes: Appearance and manipulation.
Primary Purview: Animal. Wolf. Fast and stealthy, a great hunter. Quiet, and strongest in a pack. Special affinity for the nighttime and the moon.
Secondary Purviews: Moon and fertility.
Tertiary Purviews: Darkness and earth.
Primary Trainings: Wilds, art, research.
Secondary Trainings Endure, heal, investigate, drive.
Tertiary Trainings: Battle, conversation, politics.
Jotunblut: Yes.
Divine Abilities
You are the child of Vidar, the silent god of the forests, fated to be the one to kill Fenrir after he eats Odin.
You have heightened senses, allowing you to hunt and track well beyond normal
You are able to speak with wolves with ease, and simpler conversations with creatures very similar to wolves, but aren't them
You find that plants will move and shift slightly around you, bending to make way for you. If you walked upon a field of grass, not a single blade would be bent by your steps. Brush and such also no longer hampers you.
When the true moon is visible to you, you may see reflected in it, the world around you.
So long as the surface you are standing on can support your weight, you may balance near perfectly on even the most unstable of surfaces.
Personal
Romance: Opt-in, I suppose.
Play style: I prefer straightforward storylines and quests, am experienced in dialogue-heavy RPs, but would like more practice in action scenes.
Signature: Mischief.
