Roslyn Raven's-Daughter

Well that was... Different.

Description

Name: Roslyn Raven's-Daughter

Age: early 20's

Gender: Female

Race: Human

Clan: House of Triat (The House of the Chosen, later dubbed by elves, the House of the Fallen.)

Magic User: No

Affinity: none

Allied to: none

Description of Appearance: Roslyn looks roughly 20 years of age (although her actual age has yet to be determined.) She is about 5'8'' and athletically built with what could be compared to as a dancers body. Her hair is long and slightly curled at the ends, depending on the lighting her hair can look anywhere from brown to copper with flecks of gold in them. Her eyes are a deep green with blue around the edges of her irises, a clan trait. She is not a very feminine creature and prefers breaches to skirts, boots to heels. If she is comfortable, she is happy.

Personality

Raised in one of the main Houses has made her a prideful little thing. She is stubborn as a mule, and often stupid about it. She is loyal to the core for her kin and friends, though both of which she is short in per the moment. This has made her terribly lonely and striving for companionship, anything that will allow her to interact with another being. But that loneliness has also driven her to do some stupid things... When it comes to battle she fights with a clear head. She is calculating in almost a cold, detached way. When she feels threatened or angered her temper can often flare, something she acquired from her father. Her rampages are quick but painful if she manages to get her hands on the cause of the problem. Booze should not be allowed in her diet.

Equipment

Roslyn wears dark brown breeches and worn, leather boots. She wears a tunic of dark green, and depending on the weather or her surroundings a cloak of the same color. She wears no seeable jewelry though there is a necklace she keeps hidden under her clothes. Unlike most humans she does not wear fake ears to hide as an elf, but instead hides under the safety of her hood, or in the darkness, avoiding people altogether.

Her weapons are limited. When she was frozen in magic she was holding a recurve bow of amazing make. The bow, made by the House of Forca, was created for the first Royal Guard of the Triat House. The wood is flecked with what looks to be bits of silver, it has never aged, never broken or cracked, and even in winter it seems to be easily strung. The dagger and quiver she managed to steal when she had awoken, both are of average quality though she is meticulous in the care of them.

She wears no armor of any kind, only the clothes on her back and a pack to carry a spare few things.

The Bow: http://i294.photobucket.com/albums/mm92 ... 2xg10o.jpg
The Dagger: http://getasword.com/1071-2155-large/me ... ncelot.jpg

History

She was the only child of the leader of the Houses main forces. Her father, and his before him, were loyal to their king and a great asset in times of battle. She herself was chosen to start another elite group, a small patrol of rides that showed great promise, but it was never possible.

She and the rest of the human race were sentenced to sleep and it was many years before she awoke again. When she did, she found her entire clan around her, all under the same magic she had been. But she found she was not completely alone. Around the tomes, against the walls, and perched on over hangs stood or crouched creatures she had never seen before. They ranged in color, though most were a deep blue or black, each had wings, tails, and horns and a mark placed on their body, the mark of Odin, God of Death. One of them had approached her, and without a weapon she could do nothing about it. But the creature was not hostile. It explained to her, first, what it was, him being what Odin had created him to be, a Shadow Walker, Guardian of the Sleepers. He then explained what had happened the night she had never woken up.

When he had finished and directed her out of the cave, Roslyn was utterly confused. Everything her father had taught her seemed to war with what the Shadow Walker had just said. But the words of her wise grandmother managed to butt its way in as well, a story, told long ago, about how it had been one god to try to kill them, and four to save them.

She wandered for some time, slinking around in the dark of night, stealing and bartering for what food she could. She managed to acquire a quiver and dagger and was able to hunt for her food from then on. But the isolation was enough to drive her nearly mad. She had seen no humans, and any stories she heard held no promise, most were fairy tales or death.

So begins...

Roslyn Raven's-Daughter's Story

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#2011-08-31 13:17:24, as written by Roxxy

(apparently posting in chat can post in here.... Sorry peoples >>;; )

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