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⍚ Raven ⥥ 18 ⥥ Female ⥥ Demisexual ⍚
"When you think of beauty, visualize a rose. It withers."
𝔐y 𝔐ortal ℭ𝔬𝔦𝔩
[ ⍚ ] A P P E A R A N C E
Raven is a woman of undeniable beauty. A delicate flower From the thin and yet muscular legs to the beauty mark right beside her left eye. Her mother is a woman that looks like an angel. Which is where she got the innocent appearance. The sweet expression on her face and the high cheekbones which more enhanced her smile. Her father, however, was a man that looked as if he’d kill you on the spot if you angered him enough. He has eyebrows that make it look like he is almost always angry but he is most definitely handsome. Like her father, Raven has naturally grayish green hair. The same color as her gray eyes that holds a red spark.
Her frame is slim and yet somehow sinewy. Even with the little visible muscle, Raven still looks delicate. A dark rose. Someone that you see and simply admire for its mystery and beauty. Her hair flown back but what stands out is what sticks out is her elvish ears. Pointed and slanted downwards. A trait passed on by her mother. As well as her small and light pink lips.
The mark which is her curse is on her back and is a rather gruesome one. It runs along her back and its length is about the same as her arm. It looks almost the same as a tattoo of a pair of dark wings which wrap themselves around her entire body all the way up to her neck.
Her frame is slim and yet somehow sinewy. Even with the little visible muscle, Raven still looks delicate. A dark rose. Someone that you see and simply admire for its mystery and beauty. Her hair flown back but what stands out is what sticks out is her elvish ears. Pointed and slanted downwards. A trait passed on by her mother. As well as her small and light pink lips.
The mark which is her curse is on her back and is a rather gruesome one. It runs along her back and its length is about the same as her arm. It looks almost the same as a tattoo of a pair of dark wings which wrap themselves around her entire body all the way up to her neck.
[ ⍚ ] P E R S O N A L I T Y
Raven doesn’t have many friends. There are 2 reasons for this. One, her family. Obviously, she has been encouraged to stay away from close relationships that would put the family business in jeopardy. Two, Raven isn’t the sweetest girl around. She has never been. Raven can be insensitive and at times even cruel. Though almost all of her insults will accompany an expression that makes it look as though she is bored. Quick to say what’s on her mind and is honestly uninterested in most people.
Because of her family, Raven never even bothered making friends. Her brothers told her stories of men burning witches and hanging them to the stake for no reason. And Raven, a naive girl, didn't think about the fact that her family wouldn't have been killed for no reason at all. They are murderers, after all. No matter if they attempt to justify it with the amount of money they make and how they often buy things for their acquaintances.
She has always been a curious girl. That's how she found out abut the family, after all. Following her brother in the shadows when he went out to go hunting one late night wasn't the best choice that she could have made. Though she is a curious girl, people with a dying urge to know about everything like her brother Raven. Even making a few friends would be okay as long as they aren't too... involved with everything. She would much rather be friends with a lone wolf than someone that is part of a large tribe and has a curious nature.
But beneath her harsh exterior is just a girl that wants to prove to her family that she can be a true part of the business. And a girl that mourns deep down. She is full of sorrow, whether it's guilt for not doing anything to stop her parents or the feeling that her parents love her brothers more. She isn't a bad person. If you get to know her enough, you'll realize that she cannot leave anyone in pain alone. Maybe it's just to practice but maybe she actually wants to help them. Raven can be a kindhearted girl when and if she wants to.
Because of her family, Raven never even bothered making friends. Her brothers told her stories of men burning witches and hanging them to the stake for no reason. And Raven, a naive girl, didn't think about the fact that her family wouldn't have been killed for no reason at all. They are murderers, after all. No matter if they attempt to justify it with the amount of money they make and how they often buy things for their acquaintances.
She has always been a curious girl. That's how she found out abut the family, after all. Following her brother in the shadows when he went out to go hunting one late night wasn't the best choice that she could have made. Though she is a curious girl, people with a dying urge to know about everything like her brother Raven. Even making a few friends would be okay as long as they aren't too... involved with everything. She would much rather be friends with a lone wolf than someone that is part of a large tribe and has a curious nature.
But beneath her harsh exterior is just a girl that wants to prove to her family that she can be a true part of the business. And a girl that mourns deep down. She is full of sorrow, whether it's guilt for not doing anything to stop her parents or the feeling that her parents love her brothers more. She isn't a bad person. If you get to know her enough, you'll realize that she cannot leave anyone in pain alone. Maybe it's just to practice but maybe she actually wants to help them. Raven can be a kindhearted girl when and if she wants to.
[ ⍚ ] B I O G R A P H Y
Raven was born to a mother that was part of the Rumasra and a father that grew as a lone wolf, banished from his witch tribe called the Altose. Her mother is a practicer of witchcraft and could be called a witch herself. And so, Raven ended up a witch as well. They aren't really a part of a tribe. Though they do interact with the Rumasra tribe enough but no one actually knows this particular family. Raven is the third of 4 children and the only female out of them. Often attempting to prove herself to her older brothers and the one youngest that was only younger than her by 2 weeks.
The youngest brother was a boy cast out of his tribe when he was a mere infant. His mother and father killed by witch hunters and hung for a ritual. Rolin may have the dryest eyes that make it seem as if he has no soul but he is a natural born spell-master that Raven's parents adopted/stole for that reason.
Her parents are quite well off. They tend to a family garden that sells its strawberries and vegetables well. Raven's father and mother had also started an herbal store full of magic and healing medicine. It has quite the reputation for curing practically any sickness within the week. But it's also known for having an eerie atmosphere to it even with the workers there smiling kindly and offering them great service.
After a while, Raven also began to become suspicious of certain things. Glancing around and viewing her surroundings. The lavish jewels around him and the furniture covered with the fur of an animal she had never encountered before. They were well off but perhaps too well off with the income that should have been just enough to take care of them, not nearly enough to buy extra luxuries. And so, at the age of 14, Raven was introduced to the actual family business.
Her older brother by 2 years was a hunter. A well-known one as well. But he was not just a hunter of wild animals. He was a hunter of men as well. Her family was full of beasts that killed innocent beings and drained their blood for profit. The people were either cruel and selfish beings or people said to have a mask that never came off. When she confronted her mother about it, all she was told was that it was a part of a spell that many yearned for. Anything for a profit.
In their case, the blood was used for healing spells and even aging spells. Though blood magic came with a price that her parents didn't have to pay. All that was said to the clients was that it most certainly came with a risk but one that wasn't guaranteed. A lie, of course. The men and women that used these specific potions were to die at the age of 67. On their 67th birthday, they fall into a deep sleep and their body rotted within 5 minutes. Cause of death? No one knows. Except for Raven's family. This family business was one that Raven yearned to be a part of. However, she was subjected to simply being the one that learned how to make potions and heal others. That was her entire purpose.
Memories Retained: Ignore for now
The youngest brother was a boy cast out of his tribe when he was a mere infant. His mother and father killed by witch hunters and hung for a ritual. Rolin may have the dryest eyes that make it seem as if he has no soul but he is a natural born spell-master that Raven's parents adopted/stole for that reason.
Her parents are quite well off. They tend to a family garden that sells its strawberries and vegetables well. Raven's father and mother had also started an herbal store full of magic and healing medicine. It has quite the reputation for curing practically any sickness within the week. But it's also known for having an eerie atmosphere to it even with the workers there smiling kindly and offering them great service.
After a while, Raven also began to become suspicious of certain things. Glancing around and viewing her surroundings. The lavish jewels around him and the furniture covered with the fur of an animal she had never encountered before. They were well off but perhaps too well off with the income that should have been just enough to take care of them, not nearly enough to buy extra luxuries. And so, at the age of 14, Raven was introduced to the actual family business.
Her older brother by 2 years was a hunter. A well-known one as well. But he was not just a hunter of wild animals. He was a hunter of men as well. Her family was full of beasts that killed innocent beings and drained their blood for profit. The people were either cruel and selfish beings or people said to have a mask that never came off. When she confronted her mother about it, all she was told was that it was a part of a spell that many yearned for. Anything for a profit.
In their case, the blood was used for healing spells and even aging spells. Though blood magic came with a price that her parents didn't have to pay. All that was said to the clients was that it most certainly came with a risk but one that wasn't guaranteed. A lie, of course. The men and women that used these specific potions were to die at the age of 67. On their 67th birthday, they fall into a deep sleep and their body rotted within 5 minutes. Cause of death? No one knows. Except for Raven's family. This family business was one that Raven yearned to be a part of. However, she was subjected to simply being the one that learned how to make potions and heal others. That was her entire purpose.
Memories Retained: Ignore for now
𝔐y ℑmmortal 𝔖𝔬𝔲𝔩
⍚ Xara ⥥ God of Punishment and torture; The Executor ⥥ Male ⥥ Panxual ⍚
Many will say you are evil.
The emblem of misery.
The way you hold the weapon above your head.
Your icy cold eyes that speak to no one.
However, you should know one thing;
The sun shines for anyone.
The rain pours down for no reason.
And you are not at fault for the tears of those that yearn for forgiveness.
Don’t give it to them.
They don’t deserve your nonexistent mercy.
Just do what you were born to do,
For anything else is a waste of your time.
And don’t forget.
No matter what they tell you,
You are an angel.
[ ⍚ ] GO D L Y A P P E A R A N C E
Xara looks by no means full of youth. Though there are no wrinkles that taint his skin, he looks dull and worn out. Like a soldier that has just returned from battle. Xara is still a handsome and attractive God. Though his elegance is of a man that you watch and do not dare to interact with. Someone that could give you a look of death without actually changing his expression. His skin is as pale as the snow but appears a bit sickly with the sides of his cheeks having marks that run in streaks and appear as dark as the night sky. Though it is easy to ignore with those slanted eyes and pupils red. Crimson red; blood red.
He stands at 7'5" most definitely looking down on you in a sense. Even with this, it is able to pay him no mind. And you know to turn the other way when he steps with his black cloak dragging behind him. The white hair falling onto his cloak. Not pure white, however. Soiled hair that has darker streaks within it and appears to never be clean. Nonetheless, it flows gently and is as silky as silk itself. The hair more often than not falling over his eyes as he appears to look straight forward but is likely to be staring at the ground.
His hands are always covered with long black gloves. As if not to dirty his hands. As if it'll keep him from tainting himself when he kills. Though that's a joke. Xara carries a withered flower petal with him always. The reason unknown but it is there. One day in would be in his pocket and the next it could be hiding inside of his left glove.
He stands at 7'5" most definitely looking down on you in a sense. Even with this, it is able to pay him no mind. And you know to turn the other way when he steps with his black cloak dragging behind him. The white hair falling onto his cloak. Not pure white, however. Soiled hair that has darker streaks within it and appears to never be clean. Nonetheless, it flows gently and is as silky as silk itself. The hair more often than not falling over his eyes as he appears to look straight forward but is likely to be staring at the ground.
His hands are always covered with long black gloves. As if not to dirty his hands. As if it'll keep him from tainting himself when he kills. Though that's a joke. Xara carries a withered flower petal with him always. The reason unknown but it is there. One day in would be in his pocket and the next it could be hiding inside of his left glove.
[ ⍚ ] K N O W N F O R
- Obeying orders
- Punishing
- Killing with a stoic expression
- Never wearing a smile
- A lover of none
- Being mysterious. A ghost.
[ ⍚ ] F O R M A T I V E M O M E N T S I N H I S T O R Y
A God of punishment and torture. What would you expect of such a God? Would you imagine a God that bowed his head to no one, that was as sinful as any other? Perhaps a God that knew no right from wrong. That did only what he desired. That found joy in bringing pain to others. But a mortal or immortal being that suspected such things couldn't be farther from the dull truth.
Though a God, Xara wasn't born with choices of what he wanted to do with his abilities. No. Xara comes from a long line of executors. A family full of servers rather than rulers. And he was to follow in their blood-stained footsteps. Though a killer, Xara never actually minded executing those that had upset the gods. Some may call him cold-blooded for being able to sigh while the deceased head rolled onto the ground. Their life force was gone and everyone in the vicinity knew of such a thing.
His older brother, however, was different. He was a man that had dreams. He aspired to be the first to step out of the family's fate and become a ruler of his own. A proper God that others bowed down to. And with that, came trouble. Xara found his brother's advances to be tiring and unavailing. And his parents, of course, were not happy either. Their mother's voiced filled with anger day by day as his brother rebelled, lashing out at the God's and quite frankly, disrespecting them.
Then the day came when such a thing was taken too far. His brother was angry and so he stole one of Arian's most prized possessions. Arien happened to be the daughter of the God of mad rage and frenzy. A woman that was often called the most unforgiving of all the God's. The jewel's power leaking out as he attempted to use it. Only to find that the owner was the only being that could use the beautiful item. His brother, Marluse could only be vexed for a split second of his time. For now, The God's were truly furious.
His brother was to be executed.
And by who, you may ask? But of course by his younger brother Xara. What better way to prove your bravery, loyalty, and mental strength than to be the cause of your brother's soul roaming free with nowhere to go and a lifeless body. Xara agreed - not that he had a choice of his own - to the situation. And so the execution was set to motion and with shears were raised. Xara's expression was one of disappoint and nullity. His brother doubtlessly saw his brother no longer as he silenced his begs and closed his eyes. For to him, before him was a monster.
After that unfortunate event, the executions started up now more than ever. Perhaps the Gods had received the impression that Xara would execute whoever they desired as long as they told them to. Even petty reasons were thought to be reason enough to bet a lesser being killed. And they were not wrong. Xara continued on with his life and for the first time, deep down inside, he felt something strange. Something that could be called guilt but he had never named it.
It was around this time when he was introduced to his starkissed. She wore a gentle smile on her lips almost always. An appearance of an angel and the personality of a demon. That was her. A beauty that God's lined up to see yet no one actually conversed with her. They were intimidated by the way she spoke, acted, and carried herself. The Goddess wasn't one that could be called the most powerful by any means but if you did not know of her, you would suspect such a thing.
At first, she paid him no mind, walking past him without even acknowledging him. And he did the exact same. Perhaps that was what caused her to actually look his way with an expression of curiosity. She began to speak to him, her gentle and seductive voice attempting to lure him into the web. Though for Xara, it proved to be bothersome. Intimate relations by an executor was prohibited and looked down upon. However, the meeting did not stop. She would be kind to him from time to time and her cold facade was slowly fading as she got to know him. Of course, this was all in bad taste.
The God's were furious at Xara. Getting familiar with one of the most beautiful Goddess's and the most hated nonetheless. Shameful jealousy was within them as they stared at him with distaste. Xara hadn't fallen for the beauty in his eyes. He viewed her as a liability. Having her around was not unpleasant but he could survive without her. Though he didn't know the lengths of his love.
On a peaceful day, full of celebrations and joy, someone was to vanish from the world. Xara was called upon and told to kill a Goddess. Having apparently stolen a golden shawl from one of the almighty Gods. Xara agreed to the terms eve though he was opposed to it very much. His weapon was lifted and he shut his eyes. But before he could choose to kill or not kill the woman, she vanished. Simply vanished. And before him was a God that caused the entire vicinity to bow down before him, including Xara of course. The specific God punished Xara for apparently attempting to kill an innocent woman for he was the God of honesty and faith. Which meant he knew that Xara was telling the truth when he uttered that he had been ordered to do so.
But the man smiled cruelly for he had been in love with that specific Goddess long before he Xara was. Standing on the sidelines and watching them in their fantasy. And so, the curse was put upon him and his mortal life began.
𝔐y 𝔊ifts 𝔚𝔦𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫
[ ⍚ ] S K I L L S E T
Three General skills to start and up to two combat abilities. Due to the setting you may also have 1 Survival ability.
- Expression - It is extremely hard to read Raven's expression. Whether you want to know if she's up to good or something evil, her face or body language won't give it away just like that. Lies as well. Raven can lie like a professional.
- A vivid reader - Of course, if you're reading books on magic and witchcraft, you'll have to know the ways of reading.
- Potions and curses - As the daughter of a witch, Raven has her way with potions. In fact, she's known to make even better healing potions than her own mother. Raven hates to admit it but she has her way more with healing potions rather than curses. She's done her fair share of curses but not all of them have turned out successful.
- Swords - She is quite the wielder of a fine sword. Raven can use a sword or simply a stake to hurt just about anyone and hunt anything. With her excellent aim and immense strength.
- Speed - If Raven ever feels that she needs to run and hide, she has the speed to do so and is quiet when she runs as well.
- Congenital Analgesia - Raven was born with the inability to feel pain. Though most would find this lucky, Raven really just wants to feel something.
[ ⍚ ] A B I L I T I E S
These will unlock as we continue.
Life Force: 0/0 (ignore for now)
My Sins: Weakest Ability
Made out of the need for a leader of justice. That is what the true intention was. Yet was made into a machine that couldn't decipher whether he was supposed to allow himself to be subjected to committing sins or to attempt to control his own life. He chose to become a blood-thirsty hound.
The weapon made just for me: The weapon that is practically what people envision when they hear of him. A weapon that looks like scissors but 50x larger and blood red. They didn't start off a vibrant red. Every Executor that is said to be the next best of them all is given this weapon which they call Virtens. The color starts off as a dull gray but over time the blood from his victims cause it to turn into the color it is now. A weapon which he can summon at any time and something that no one else can touch.
You are no longer known: If the victim has a family. Someone that thinks they are innocent and shouldn't be killed, Xara has the power to mercifully erase the victim's existence from their memory for half an hour. Should the victim be seen by the person who's memory was erased, the time on this effect halves, as they start to have flashes of memories. Though there is really never any use for him to use such a power.
Colorless eyes: Just looking into his eyes can cause fear throughout your entire body.
You are no longer known: If the victim has a family. Someone that thinks they are innocent and shouldn't be killed, Xara has the power to mercifully erase the victim's existence from their memory for half an hour. Should the victim be seen by the person who's memory was erased, the time on this effect halves, as they start to have flashes of memories. Though there is really never any use for him to use such a power.
Colorless eyes: Just looking into his eyes can cause fear throughout your entire body.
Cruelty: Moderate Ability
Some things in this universe are too unholy and no amount of justification could change that.
A reward unfit: Whenever he kills, Xara receives whatever strength they had. An unfortunate thing because of the fact that it simply weighs down on him. Xara is haunted by the memory of those he kills this way. Increasing the amount of physical strength that he'll never have to actually rely on.
Living doll: He takes hold of their mind by drawing their blood. With that, he turns them into another pawn. Never for his use but for the other God's. Making them into a living doll that does whatever told when their master uses the words "I command you". Charmed for about a single day. drawing blood etc.
Cries of many: Cries of many: Xara can make his victims turn into a deranged being with the delusion that Xara's victims are crying and begging for mercy in their mind. This insanity makes it difficult for them to do basic tasks, and they never know when an image will pop up into their heads and distract them.
Living doll: He takes hold of their mind by drawing their blood. With that, he turns them into another pawn. Never for his use but for the other God's. Making them into a living doll that does whatever told when their master uses the words "I command you". Charmed for about a single day. drawing blood etc.
Cries of many: Cries of many: Xara can make his victims turn into a deranged being with the delusion that Xara's victims are crying and begging for mercy in their mind. This insanity makes it difficult for them to do basic tasks, and they never know when an image will pop up into their heads and distract them.
Born a God, Lives life like a demon: Strongest Ability
"He can barely be called a God. With what he can do, he's the son or maybe just the reincarnation the devil himself."
Goodbye to your soul: Whether you are a universe away, this power can get to you. Instead of killing you it creates a gap between your physical body and your soul. Over the next six hours, tasks become harder and harder and the world starts to feel more distant, as they toe the line between the spirit world and the physical world and are granted visions of spirits. For the next day after the effect has completed, the effect is at it's strongest, and the character is basically a spirit for a day, though with access to their powers. It takes a week for their bodies to heal the gap.
Simple pain: Just by thinking of it Xara can inflict immense pain onto you. Torture without even lifting a finger and blood pouring out of you without a reason.
Into the oblivion: A power which one would be very unfortunate to have to ever be subjected to. Xara is a murderer by the eyes of many. Merciless and without hesitates if you are his next victim. However, this power is one that does not kill. Your memories are wiped and you are sent to live out your natural mortal life in a hellish dream world, your body dropping unconscious to the floor. This is a place said to be designed for Xara's use. They stay there for the rest of their mortal life and their imprint is erased from the world - no one will remember who the body before them is, or why it is there. Any memories pertaining to the victim vanish from this life.
Simple pain: Just by thinking of it Xara can inflict immense pain onto you. Torture without even lifting a finger and blood pouring out of you without a reason.
Into the oblivion: A power which one would be very unfortunate to have to ever be subjected to. Xara is a murderer by the eyes of many. Merciless and without hesitates if you are his next victim. However, this power is one that does not kill. Your memories are wiped and you are sent to live out your natural mortal life in a hellish dream world, your body dropping unconscious to the floor. This is a place said to be designed for Xara's use. They stay there for the rest of their mortal life and their imprint is erased from the world - no one will remember who the body before them is, or why it is there. Any memories pertaining to the victim vanish from this life.
[ ⍚ ] I N V E N T O R Y
- 3 knives properly hidden
- Potions. Some for good and a few not.
- Medical kit
- A bag of herbs
[ ⍚ ] O T H E R
Colour code: 842929
[ ⍚ ] R E L A T I O N S H I P S
Will you participate in the Relationship Assignment?: REQUIRED
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