₪ Basics ₪
₪ Physical Appearance ₪
|Physical Appearance|
Ranae is a stunning combination of long legs, slim torso, and curves in all the right places. She stands at 5'3" and 120 pounds. This beauty with red hair isn't all long limbs and charm. Her seductive deep green eyes mirror lust back into whomever she's caught gaze with. Ray is intelligent enough to get what she wants while playing stupid and hard to get. In reality, this lady yearns for a challenge and someone who loves her for who she is on the inside.
|Height| 5'3"
|Weight| 120 lbs
|Scar Tissue|
There are no scars on her visible skin. However, those lucky enough to get her cloths off her body to the floor may meet the twisted scar that runs from her left hip five inches to her mid upper thigh. The origin of this scar is explained later.
|Tattoos|
There are no tattoos on Ranae's pale skin, even that hidden under her clothing.
Ranae is a stunning combination of long legs, slim torso, and curves in all the right places. She stands at 5'3" and 120 pounds. This beauty with red hair isn't all long limbs and charm. Her seductive deep green eyes mirror lust back into whomever she's caught gaze with. Ray is intelligent enough to get what she wants while playing stupid and hard to get. In reality, this lady yearns for a challenge and someone who loves her for who she is on the inside.
|Height| 5'3"
|Weight| 120 lbs
|Scar Tissue|
There are no scars on her visible skin. However, those lucky enough to get her cloths off her body to the floor may meet the twisted scar that runs from her left hip five inches to her mid upper thigh. The origin of this scar is explained later.
|Tattoos|
There are no tattoos on Ranae's pale skin, even that hidden under her clothing.
₪ General Equipment ₪
|Weaponry|
|Double Steam Pistols/Morsus and Miseria (Pain and Misery)|
These two pistols have been with Ranae through it all. Albeit they are old, the two are considerably well taken care of. They've never failed their master nor will they ever.
|Double Steam Pistols/Morsus and Miseria (Pain and Misery)|
These two pistols have been with Ranae through it all. Albeit they are old, the two are considerably well taken care of. They've never failed their master nor will they ever.
|Attire|
(Brief Description)
₪ Skills & Talents ₪
|Gemaret Gift|
Flora has always been a favorite of Ranae's. Plant life is less demanding than human beings, more rewarding, and sustains the very life that tramples it with the production of various edible fruits. To Ranae, nature has always called to her. From the moss in the corner of a jail cell to the trees she's spent the night, they have all been welcoming and not judgmental. It was a pleasure to learn of her granted Gemarent power. Since the day Ray's skin came into contact with that fabled shard, flora has spoken to and obeyed Ranae. Whether it be a death warrant, which it usually is, or the blessing of life, plants of all types yearn for her approval. There are drawbacks of such a power as there are advantages. Ranae attracts plants;vines yearn to touch and drape across her and flower bloom to please her. This make covert operations impossible. She almost reminds me of someone else.
|Natural Talents|
[Pure Logic] - Sure, we each have our own 'button' that when pushed correctly will set us off. Ranae is one of the only people who thinks before she reacts. It may not seem like a talent, but it seems that having the ability to not run off yelling profanities is an accomplishment in itself with the crew.
[Eye for Detail] - Be the the smallest iron detail of a button or large magnificent statuettes, Ranae has always had a gift for seeing, remembering, and drawing specific details of any given item, person, building, etc. Needless to say, this has come in handy a large number of times for cover stories and the such.
[Charm] - Many people might argue that 'charm' is a learned talent. For Ranae, it's always come naturally to her, even from a young age. She's able to woe guards of temples, security personnel for the rich, the rich husbands of the city, and numerous others. In essence, Ranae is a huge flirt.
|Learned Skills|
[Bulls-eye] - I think this speaks for itself. Out of necessity, Ranae taught herself how to shoot, which didn't come easily to her. Over the course of many years, Ranae has been able to advance and is now able to hit even the smallest target dead on.
[The Waltz] - A quirk and yet a also a pastime of Ray's is dancing. Not just any kind of punk "get down with it" so called "dancing". Ranae does not enjoy grinding her hips into the hips of a male. Formal dancing is more her style.
[Mathmatics] - Ranae discovered at a young age that numbers and the such are easy to work with and spent a lot of time in markets learning to 'control' them through various equations.
[Tinkerer] - With two aged weapons to take care of, Ranae has learned simple tricks and ways of keeping weapons in working order.
[Simple Aide] - Throughout the years, injuries occur. Whether they turn ugly or not depends on the care that they receive. Cuts, small burns, and minor breaks are some things that Ranae can care for.
₪ Psychological Evaluation ₪
|Personality|
It all depends on the day... and the person. Ranae is naturally cheerful and full of spunk. She keeps her tongue in check, along with her plants, and lets a few jokes escape every now and then. To those she enjoys being around, the red head can relax, knowing she's safe for the time being. Just a step down from Ranae's 'pip pip cheerio" complex is the self maintained and always thinking Ray. Encountering her at a moment like this may result in a deep thought shared or a new invention hypothesized. As quick as she is to laugh, she is to anger. Pissed off and cold, Ranae is brutal. She isn't afraid to let her plants go haywire with thorns, whip-like vines, and deadly blooms or fruit. She has a soft spot for troubled girls, having been in their position herself. She's vowed to set up a way house for the poor after her retirement from piracy.
It all depends on the day... and the person. Ranae is naturally cheerful and full of spunk. She keeps her tongue in check, along with her plants, and lets a few jokes escape every now and then. To those she enjoys being around, the red head can relax, knowing she's safe for the time being. Just a step down from Ranae's 'pip pip cheerio" complex is the self maintained and always thinking Ray. Encountering her at a moment like this may result in a deep thought shared or a new invention hypothesized. As quick as she is to laugh, she is to anger. Pissed off and cold, Ranae is brutal. She isn't afraid to let her plants go haywire with thorns, whip-like vines, and deadly blooms or fruit. She has a soft spot for troubled girls, having been in their position herself. She's vowed to set up a way house for the poor after her retirement from piracy.
₪ Personal History ₪
|History|
Age Three: Ranae's mother passes away from a widespread illness, leaving her only child in the hands of an abusive father. From then on, Ranae would live a hard life. Her father was furious that she wasn't born a boy, born with more value than just a dowry. It was rare, her situation, as most people were cheery and generous. For years she was expected to care for herself by stealing or otherwise. In the early years, it was hard for Ranae. She was kind at heart and taking things from others was against what she felt. As the years went on, it became easier. She lost her sense of wrong and right. When Ranae was twelve, her father kicked her out of the house and into the streets. By then, little Ray had been in jail six times and should she be caught again, the stay would be permanent. For a year she managed to survive on scraps and garbage. Occasionally someone would take her in for a few days, feed, cloth, and bathe the girl. In the end, she was always discarded.
Her thirteenth birthday rolled around and it was then that she came into contact with the man that would change her life for the better. While he himself wasn't a good person, his actions brought back Ranae's sense of self justice. Joachim was nineteen when he took in the starving girl. He brought her to his bed at first for company. He taught her to use two pistols that would stay with her for the rest of her life. Joa pampered her, buying her clothing, feeding her whatever she had a craving for, even buying her dolls.The kindness lasted for three years. At sixteen, she was forced into his bed as a partner. Despite her best fight, Ranae was overpowered. After that night, he forced her to go into town with him. They stayed late into bars and pubs where Joa would get wasted. Afterwords he'd beat her for not keeping him sober, stating he had work to do in the morning. When morning came she was expected to give him breakfast and have his clothes ready for his work in the Clock-smith's. The nice cloths ceased, along with full suppers and sweets. Alcohol was purchased in the place of fruit juice and gambling became a thrill.
Ranae was tired of being pushed around as she had in her past. She was strong and she'd prove it.
Taking up Morsus and Miseria, she turned on the man who'd taught her their value. Joachim begged her to stop her foolery, knowing well she'd pull the triggers. Determined to leave him with a warning, Ranae shot once from Miseria, penetrating his left thigh through and through. Without another word, Ray stole into the night, taking nothing but the clothes on her back. From there she searched for work anywhere she could. Weeks of working in a sewing parlor proved her inability to stitch. The market proved that Ranae had a terrible sense of bargaining but a wonderful love of math. Seeking a place that would accept her, Ranae strayed to shipyards. Here she witnessed a navel ship limp into the harbor, it's crew as wounded as the wood. Her first encounter with a pirate's wrath drew out a part in her. A calling had presented itself, now all that needed to happen was join a crew.
Determined to make herself know, Ranae took to a dark corner and waited for a chance. From the whispering on the docks, rumor was the cargo of the navel ship was extremely rare and extremely valuable. Darkness swamped the night, allowing for perfect cover. Ranae ran for the docks, her weapons in her hands. Three shots were all it took to make it to the ship. Jumping over the sunken railing, Ranae made her way to the cargo bay. Water poured in from holes at the sides made from enemy fire. The boat would sink in time, there was no denying it. Something was calling Ranae forward, through the water and floating boxes of cargo that held no interest for the sixteen year old. In the back room of the cargo bay, in a palm size pink flower, lay a Gemaret piece. Ranae holstered a pistol, reached out for the piece, and hesitated. It glowed steadily, pulsing with comforting light and power. Ranae snatched it and the power engulfed her.
Red came to her senses in the back alley of the city, wearing no clothes and carrying only her pistols. She thought the worst, that someone had drugged and raped her. Deep in thought, Ranae neglected to notice a vine creeping down from the rooftop beside her. It wasn't until the tendril lapped itself around her shoulders that Ray noticed anything strange. Her body flexed instinctively and whispers entered her mind.
"It's her. She's here. I want to touch her. I want to hold her."
It was possible that she had been drugged but she planned to elaborate on that later. Right now there were voices other than her own in her head and she wanted to know who they belonged to.
Taking a deep breath, not looking down at her naked body, Ranae stepped into the streets. The ivy vine that had draped onto her reluctantly let go of her.
"Who are you?" she thought, hoping it would work. Around her parent's covered the eyes of their children, glared at her, or shouting things. It didn't take Ranae long to find her way into clothes. Although the flowery dress she'd taken from a clothes line didn't fit her personality at all, Ranae wasn't going to complain.
Ranea made her way back into town, ignoring the whispers in her mind. She knew what she wanted to do, who she wanted to find in this town and lucky for her, she knew where to find him.
"I want to join your crew," the sixteen year old stated as she stood behind a captain of a pirate crew.
"I d'know what yer meanin'," he had muttered without even looking up at her. The Blue Bird Tavern grew quiet.
"I'm not stupid. I know who you are, D'monte."
With a sigh the man put down his tankard and turned. D'monte began to laugh when he looked at the girl who addressed him.
Age Three: Ranae's mother passes away from a widespread illness, leaving her only child in the hands of an abusive father. From then on, Ranae would live a hard life. Her father was furious that she wasn't born a boy, born with more value than just a dowry. It was rare, her situation, as most people were cheery and generous. For years she was expected to care for herself by stealing or otherwise. In the early years, it was hard for Ranae. She was kind at heart and taking things from others was against what she felt. As the years went on, it became easier. She lost her sense of wrong and right. When Ranae was twelve, her father kicked her out of the house and into the streets. By then, little Ray had been in jail six times and should she be caught again, the stay would be permanent. For a year she managed to survive on scraps and garbage. Occasionally someone would take her in for a few days, feed, cloth, and bathe the girl. In the end, she was always discarded.
Her thirteenth birthday rolled around and it was then that she came into contact with the man that would change her life for the better. While he himself wasn't a good person, his actions brought back Ranae's sense of self justice. Joachim was nineteen when he took in the starving girl. He brought her to his bed at first for company. He taught her to use two pistols that would stay with her for the rest of her life. Joa pampered her, buying her clothing, feeding her whatever she had a craving for, even buying her dolls.The kindness lasted for three years. At sixteen, she was forced into his bed as a partner. Despite her best fight, Ranae was overpowered. After that night, he forced her to go into town with him. They stayed late into bars and pubs where Joa would get wasted. Afterwords he'd beat her for not keeping him sober, stating he had work to do in the morning. When morning came she was expected to give him breakfast and have his clothes ready for his work in the Clock-smith's. The nice cloths ceased, along with full suppers and sweets. Alcohol was purchased in the place of fruit juice and gambling became a thrill.
Ranae was tired of being pushed around as she had in her past. She was strong and she'd prove it.
Taking up Morsus and Miseria, she turned on the man who'd taught her their value. Joachim begged her to stop her foolery, knowing well she'd pull the triggers. Determined to leave him with a warning, Ranae shot once from Miseria, penetrating his left thigh through and through. Without another word, Ray stole into the night, taking nothing but the clothes on her back. From there she searched for work anywhere she could. Weeks of working in a sewing parlor proved her inability to stitch. The market proved that Ranae had a terrible sense of bargaining but a wonderful love of math. Seeking a place that would accept her, Ranae strayed to shipyards. Here she witnessed a navel ship limp into the harbor, it's crew as wounded as the wood. Her first encounter with a pirate's wrath drew out a part in her. A calling had presented itself, now all that needed to happen was join a crew.
Determined to make herself know, Ranae took to a dark corner and waited for a chance. From the whispering on the docks, rumor was the cargo of the navel ship was extremely rare and extremely valuable. Darkness swamped the night, allowing for perfect cover. Ranae ran for the docks, her weapons in her hands. Three shots were all it took to make it to the ship. Jumping over the sunken railing, Ranae made her way to the cargo bay. Water poured in from holes at the sides made from enemy fire. The boat would sink in time, there was no denying it. Something was calling Ranae forward, through the water and floating boxes of cargo that held no interest for the sixteen year old. In the back room of the cargo bay, in a palm size pink flower, lay a Gemaret piece. Ranae holstered a pistol, reached out for the piece, and hesitated. It glowed steadily, pulsing with comforting light and power. Ranae snatched it and the power engulfed her.
Red came to her senses in the back alley of the city, wearing no clothes and carrying only her pistols. She thought the worst, that someone had drugged and raped her. Deep in thought, Ranae neglected to notice a vine creeping down from the rooftop beside her. It wasn't until the tendril lapped itself around her shoulders that Ray noticed anything strange. Her body flexed instinctively and whispers entered her mind.
"It's her. She's here. I want to touch her. I want to hold her."
It was possible that she had been drugged but she planned to elaborate on that later. Right now there were voices other than her own in her head and she wanted to know who they belonged to.
Taking a deep breath, not looking down at her naked body, Ranae stepped into the streets. The ivy vine that had draped onto her reluctantly let go of her.
"Who are you?" she thought, hoping it would work. Around her parent's covered the eyes of their children, glared at her, or shouting things. It didn't take Ranae long to find her way into clothes. Although the flowery dress she'd taken from a clothes line didn't fit her personality at all, Ranae wasn't going to complain.
Ranea made her way back into town, ignoring the whispers in her mind. She knew what she wanted to do, who she wanted to find in this town and lucky for her, she knew where to find him.
"I want to join your crew," the sixteen year old stated as she stood behind a captain of a pirate crew.
"I d'know what yer meanin'," he had muttered without even looking up at her. The Blue Bird Tavern grew quiet.
"I'm not stupid. I know who you are, D'monte."
With a sigh the man put down his tankard and turned. D'monte began to laugh when he looked at the girl who addressed him.
₪ Playlist ₪
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