Post by Rainweaver on May 13, 2010 13:02:23 GMT -5
Name: Rainweaver
Nickname: Rain
Soul name: Lilya
Age: Nineteen
Hair: Dark grey with bluish streaks dotted here and there; it falls straight and slightly choppy down to just below her chin.
Eyes: Very pale blue.
Body Type: Lean and fit, but still slender.
Skin tone: Pale
Stripes: None.
Piercings: None.
Tattoos: A tattoo of what appears to be a stylized water droplet on the small of her back.
Attire: She likes clothes that are durable and easy to move in. She tries to stick to mostly flat colours, favouring grey shades, and likes sleeveless shirts the best. She wears a pair of long, fingerless gloves, and a pair of plain grey pants with dark grey boots.
Mother: Ripple (Deceased)
Father: Cloudsong (Deceased)
Siblings: None
Relation: None
Agemate: (Open)
Love/Life mate: None
Children: None
Tribe: Nightstalkers
Rank: Warrior
Magic: Water-Shaper
Weapon: A small, light, curved dagger, made for her by her father. The blade is a pale silver, and the hilt is black pearl, with a small, smooth red ruby inlaid near the blade.
Personality: Rainweaver is self-assured, brutally honest, and sometimes a little bit arrogant. She's more or less a friendly person, but in spite of that she has a furious temper that isn't overly difficult to set off. She's very open about her opinions on things, especially when she dislikes them, and doesn't beat around the bush when she expresses herself. For example, if someone were to ask, "What do you think of the food?", and she didn't like it, she'd say so quite plainly. For this reason, some people perceive her as being rude, but she just values honesty. Underneath her bravado, though, when it comes to certain things she still gets quite nervous, such as guys she actually likes (she's never had a real relationship).
Faults: She's perhaps a little bit too sure of herself, and her habit to keep to herself tends to alienate her at times.
Habits: She enjoys practicing her fighting, and relaxing near water. She also enjoys dancing, though she keeps this to herself. When she's nervous, her hands will become quite fidgety, and occasionally she'll start to chew on her lower lip.
Secret: She's petrified of getting into a genuine relationship, because of her parents.
Fears: Someone learning her soul name.
Desires: To emulate her father and become a highly skilled warrior.
::::History:::::
Rainweaver was born to Ripple and Cloudsong, and lived a fairly uneventful life for her first eleven years. Her mother, Ripple, was a Water-Shaper, like herself, and her father, Cloudsong, was one of the clan warriors, who would work on weapon crafting in his spare time. From the time she could run, Cloudsong had taught her how to fight. She'd always wanted to grow up to be a warrior like him, and so from an early age she was taught to keep herself healthy, disciplined, and the value of constant, constant training. "You don't become skilled with a weapon by learning technique." He'd told her once. "You become skilled with a weapon by using that weapon over, and over, and over, and over, and over again. Then, when you don't possibly think you could become any more practiced, you practice some more." This has become almost a mantra for Rainweaver; she applies it to everything she does in life. And so her childhood progressed, peacefully and happily.
When she turned eleven, things changed drastically for Rain. An enemy clan attacked her home, their contempt for the Nightstalkers' way of life finally boiling over into hostility. The battle was long and casualties were felt on both sides, but eventually the enemy pulled out. Rainweaver and Cloudsong made it out with minimal wounds, but Ripple was killed.
With the loss of his lifemate, Cloudsong seemed to break inside. His mind slowly deteriorated until even Rain couldn't communicate with him. Two years after Ripple's death, Cloudsong took his own life.
Now thirteen, Rain was appointed a warrior in her father's place. She grieved for a time, but this pain quickly altered into a hardened shell around her heart; after seeing what the loss of her mother had done to her father, she resolved herself never to recognize, and never to find a lifemate. So, throughout her adolescent years, she had several lovemates, but whenever any of them tried to move the relationship further, she would quickly do whatever she had to to shut them down. Eventually, the men gave up on her and left her alone.
After six years, a newcomer came to visit their clan. Remembering the hostility of the outsiders before, the Nightstalkers were wary of this new elf, who called herself Copper, but they warmed to her soon enough. They learned that she was moving her clan to a new holt; by this time, Rain had long grown restless in this place. It was too full of memories. Desiring a completely blank slate and a new start, she asked the Chieftess to allow her to come along, and she joined her on the way to her new home.
::::Bond:::: (Open)
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