Nara's Characters

[Naraness]

I have so many characters that I've lost over the time I've been here, so I'm going to find them, dig them up and post them here for possible use, as well as create other characters to use in the future! Should be fun.

[Naraness]

Name: Matron Mother Nenávidět E’Bezcitný
Gender: Female
Race: Drow
Age: 346
Appearance:
Place among the Drow: Matron Mother of the Seventh house, and priestess of Lolth.
Personality: Paranoid, insane, and hunger craving. She knows that her oldest daughter is bound to kill her soon. After all, she killed the previous Matron Mother off the house as well. Her daughter can only follow the example laid out for her.
Other: Slowly falling out of favor of the Spider Queen… Trying desperately to regain it. Maybe a few sacrifices will help.


Name: Melancholie E’Bezcitný
Gender: female
Race: Drow Elf
Age: 130
Appearance:
Personality: Uncaring, and cruel. She is snappy, and often dares to backtalk her Matron mother. Everyone in the E’Bezcitný house is aware that it’s only a short period of time before she kills her mother, and takes her place as Matron Mother. She is spiteful, and jealous of her youngest sister.



Name: Gealach’Bhioma Fírinne
Gender: Female
Race: Drow/Sylvan Elf
Age: 127
Appearance:
Naturally, Geala has white hair with very thin streaks of blond in them. Her skin is a light, shimmery grey color, and her eyes are hazel, flecked with silver. However, due to her position in Drow society, she powders her skin to be black, and dyes her hair starkly white. She disguises her eyes color using a potion that she was given by the Sylvan elf society where she was born. A drop each morning keeps them crimson.
Place among the Drow: Second daughter of the seventh house, priestess. (Note that she is invisible to Lolth, allowing her to hide the truth from the Drow. )
Personality: Geala has lost a lot of her former personality. Formerly she was bubbly, funny, shy, and caring. Since, she’s had to blend into Drow society. Taking on a new identity to benefit her people. She acts spitefully, maliciously, and cruelly. A constant scowl is imprinted on her features. She treats servants like dirt, even if they’re sylvan elves. Even if they’re ones who she knew.
Known family: Her mother is a surface elf. Her father was a Drow. Geala was conceived in a surface raid.
Her Drow family consist of three half-sisters (Melancholie, Dyka, and Hrichil), two half-brother (Both of whom she hardly know, since they’re so busy in their work as fighters), her father, who she secretly hates, and the Matron mother of the house, who she isn’t related to.
Other: Geala is a spy for the surface world. She lives as Verazda E’Bezcitny, second daughter of the seventh house. Her father is also father to the real Verazda, who she had to kill in order to seamlessly take her place. NOTE: As a slave, you know NOTHING of who she really is.


Name: Dyka E’Bezcitný
Gender: Female
Race: Drow
Age: 113
Appearance:
Personality: As the youngest daughter of the E ‘Bezcitný house, she is constantly striving to prove herself to her mother, and to Lolth. She is probably the most ambitious of the three daughters, and she has quickly brought herself into higher favor to her goddess than anyone else in the E’Bezcitný house.
Other: Lolth has found she so favors Dyka that she was gifted with a demon creature of the abyss. Which comes to her aid if ever she speaks it’s name, and that follows her every command.


Name: Jed E’Bezcitný
Gender: Male
Race: Drow
Age: 375
Appearance:
Place among the Drow: Patron of the Seventh house, fighter.
Personality: Cruel, and uncaring. He has a passion for surface raids, especially those that involve killing sylvan elves.
Other:

Name: Kouzlo E'Bezcitný
Gender: Male
Race: Drow
Age: 123
Appearance:
Personality: Almost as ambitious as his younger sister. He strives for perfection, and achieves it. Cruel, but respectful to his peers. Always obeys his Matron without thought. He’s one of the few Drow who can dare to offer his opinion to her without angering her. This is due to the way he’s mastered his words.
Other: Enjoys using live ingredients for potions and spells.

Name: Kreten E’Bezcitný
Gender: Male
Race: Drow
Age: 116
Appearance:
Personality: Closing his mouth would be a good thing. He often says things out of turn, and being the youngest son of the house, he often regrets it. His sisters love punishing him on behalf of their mother.
Place among the Drow: Second son of the seventh house, fighter.
Other: Quite skilled, however, his mother and sisters have been considering sacrificing him to Lolth.
Also, happens to be dead now.

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Name: Fille (Fil-lee)
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Age: Around 16, she doesn’t really count the time.
Appearance:

Spoiler:  

Fille has dark, curly, brown hair, and dark eyes that leave her as good as blind in the low light environment of the Underdark. She is extremely thin, and very weak, due to malnourishment as her only food is a barely palatable fungus which is fed to all slaves.

Because she’s so thin, and gangly, she’d often caught her stumbling over herself, which results in beatings. Her body is covered in scars from the bites of many whips. One thin, white scar runs across her jawline. Her hands are rough, and callused, and her unshod feet are likewise.

Personality: Tries her best to do exactly as she is told, she never speaks unless asked a direct question. She tries not to think for herself. This is hard to accomplish though… Her mind tends to be very active.

Thoughts on your current state of life: Hates life… Has tried once or twice to kill herself. She’s beginning to wonder if this ‘Surface’ that Jed E’Bezcitný speaks of might be a better world… Anywhere else has to be better.

How you became a slave to the Drow: Was born a slave to the Ilithids until she was about fourteen years old. After that she was part of a purchase of a thousand slaves who were brought to the Drow. From there she was bought in mass with twenty nine others, and became slave to the E’Bezcitný house.

Known family: Any blood relatives likely remain in the Ilithid city. She used to consider the Ilithid who she served to be family. Simply because he was all she knew. Since then she learned to despise Drow, who took her from the life where she was considerably content. And where the food was… palatable.

Other: Sometimes dreams of a place where light falls from an endless above… Started wondering if such a place could possible exist.

Name: Lere (Leh-ree)
Gender: Female
Race: Sylvan Elf
Age: 140
Appearance:

Personality: Lere is snappy, and to the point. She makes sure she's is clear, and this sometimes leads to her stating the obvious. She is a natural leader, strong willed and stubborn.
Thoughts on your current state of life: Long ago, she might have hated her life. Since, she's adopted a loyalty to the drow. It may not be a true loyalty, but she's taken her tasks to heart.
How you became a slave to the Drow: Long ago she was captured as a young girl. Since, she's tried her hardest to forget about her old life.
Known family: Only those she knew from the surface.
Other: Practically the 'head chef' in the kitchens. The drow don't need to oversee anything there, because she does that for them.

[Naraness]

Name: Adeline Monroe
Age: 15
Hometown: Boston
Appearance:

Spoiler: Adeline 

Adeline has long, silky blonde hair that comes down past her hips. She likes to keep it in a braid, as it can be quite troublesome at times. Her eyes are a muddy hazel, but up close one would see that they are filled with several different colors, like an intricate stained glass window.

Her complexion is generally clear and light, and her she has a pretty smile. Light freckles are scattered over her face, a feature of hers that she hates.

Weapons: Adeline hasn't really been able to get her hands on much in the way of defense. She has a couple mismatched kitchen knives, which she keeps tucked safely in her boots. She's been trying to get her hands on a firearm, but knows she would be useless at firing the darned thing.

History: Adeline lived in Boston many years with her family. Until, that is, her father was killed, and her mother died of the flu a year later. Since, Adeline, and her little sister Amelia, lost their home, ad everything else they owned. Adeline was faced with living in the orphanage, and the possibility of being separated from her sister. She refused to let that happen, and snuck away with Amelia in the dead of night.

Since then, they've lived in the woods. Adeline has protected, and provided for her little sister. She simply refuses to let anything happen to her. They've moved locations several times, and life has been extremely difficult for them. Adeline has wondered many times if she made the right choice. But every time, she convinces herself that she did what was best for them. She does what she can to provide schooling for Amelia, and has taught her the few things she knows about numbers, letters, and science. Her knowledge is extremely limited though, so she constantly looks for new things to teach her. Such as observing birds, and their species, and telling her all about them. She's found that Amelia loves birds.

Adeline sneaks into Boston now and then. She steals what she can, and pays when she's able to. Adeline felt guilty for doing this at first. But since, she's begun to turn it into an objective. She does whatever she can to feed, and clothe her sister, rarely thinking about herself.

Personality:
Adeline is a very stubborn, determined girl. She's very selfless, but also very cautious. She knows that if anything happens to her, Amelia is doomed. She is always thinking about her little sister. Always 'Maybe I can get Amelia a pastry' or 'That blanket would keep Amelia very warm this Autumn'. Her mind is plagued by these thoughts. Running away turned her into an adult, and a parent figure. The responsibility is always hanging over her head.

Despite this, if she let herself lighten up every once and a while she would be very easy going, and have a good sense of humor. However, she rarely lets this side of herself be seen.


Name: Dustin
Age: 13
Hometown: doesn't know, lives in Boston
Appearance:

Spoiler: Dustin 

Dustin has dark brown hair, that's a lot messier than the picture shows. Normally he stuffs it beneath his hat, so no one can see it. His eyes are a dark, cloudy blue. He's not particularly tall, nor short. He gets enough food each day to keep himself in decent shape. The chores that he has every hour of every day have built up some lean muscles on his young arms, but he's not much stronger than any other thirteen year old kid.

Weapon(s): Though he has no weapons, or possessions to call his own, Dustin has access to many such things. He often works with tools such as hoof picks, or small, sharp knives for cutting leather. Every once and a while he gets a butter/steak knife with his meals, which could also be another resource. Sometimes he's asked to clean out muskets, but rarely. However, he has no idea how to use them other than taking apart and reassembling the pieces.

History: Dustin's family was murdered in cold blood by the Redcoats. When the people in question finally got to his room, one of them found a shard on compassion in his heart, and could not kill him. He convinced the others that more could be gained by sparing him, and they took him in as a 'charity project'. As Dustin grew up, he had very little time to himself. He was raised, told about the glory that the British were fighting for. In a way, he was brainwashed with the bloody stories of 'heroism' and 'sacrifices' that were made for the greater good. While he was young, he began to see the Redcoats as his heroes. That didn't last long after age five.

Over the years, he began to see them for who they are. But that didn't help him. He became their personal errand runner. Dustin cleans barracks, repairs armor and leather, takes care of horses, shines shoes, delivers letters, cleans stables, and... does anything else the Redcoats tell him to.

In return, he's given a place in the stables to sleep where it's relatively warm. As well as clothing, and three meals a day. Sometimes, if his slavers are feeling generous, they'll give him a pence and let him go into town and buy a pastry. These little splurges of kindness are extremely rare, though.

Personality:
Dustin has a kind, loving heart. However, he's never had a parent figure to truly look up to. His only parental influences are the monsters who have raised him. He's never been taught how to love another. He doesn't know the meaning of a warm embrace, or a mother's kiss. Such things have no meaning to him. He knows his chores. He knows repairing leather, and cleaning a horse's hide. These simple objectives are the ones he has perfected, and dedicated his life to. Still, he can tell that there is more to life, and he wished to find it.

[Naraness]

lafave.jpgFor the roleplay Of Wild Things and Fancy Dress

Lere Tre
(Leh-ree Tray)

Age: Unknown (Appears 28, refers to everyone as 'son' 'lass' or anything else referring to them being quite young in comparison.)
Species: Shapshifter
Description: Though Lere has no true form of her own, she most often takes on the form of a medium height human with searing blue eyes and shoulder length blond hair. During her classes she changes frequently, preferring forms the most colorful forms she can think of. The most common of these forms are tropical birds, whimsical dragonets and a varied assortment of reptiles. When she's excited her hair and eyes flash a rainbow of colors, and it's sometimes hard for her to bring these outbursts under control.

Spoiler: Appearances 

Class taught: Art

Background: Lere has traveled all over the world for as long as she can remember. She's never told anyone her age, but by her knowledge of the past she's either hundreds of years old, or she's spent a lot of time reading. She might have been quite talented in history, but her true passion lies in art. She's speaks of family often but never goes into details.

Personality: Flighty, happy go lucky, chipper in every moment, Lere has never faced a dull moment in her life. She's constantly flitting around whatever room she's in, fascinated by structure and color. Her eyes appear bigger than they are, due to the fact that they're constantly wide in awe. She can't stay still, but moves with grace and order. Sometimes she's so lost in her art classes that she'll carry on for ten or more minutes after the class was supposed to end. She's everyone's best friend, constantly ready to lend a helping hand to her students. Never deterred by a grumpy frown, she has a way of turning anyone's day a little bit brighter.

[Naraness]

Katerina Angele Raen

Age: 16 (Was very recently changed)
Species: Vampire
Description:
Long brown hair and eyes that used to be bright blue. Now they burn red. Kat often wears sunglasses to hide their new color. She was pale even before she was turned, and now she's as white as a sheet. Her new appetite is no less than unappealing and she's wasting away, becoming thinner and thinner by the day. At this rate there won't be any of her left in a couple of weeks.

Background:
Katerina was an ordinary teenager until recently. If 'normal' is living a luxurious life in a rich family. But when she was yanked out of her cozy world, and thrust into a darker, colder one... She didn't react well. Depressed, and morbid, Kat doesn't talk much. If she doesn't feel like talking to you, she'll reply with a burning red glare. Mostly, she keeps to herself.

Personality: It's hard to tell before seeking her out. Kat never speaks unless she's spoken to, and sometimes not even then. She sits in the darkest corners of whatever room she's in and doesn't move until required to. She's still adjusting to her new taste in food, and doesn't eat much because of this. After all, she was a vegetarian in her previous life. This new, bloody appetite disgusts her. If you give her a good reason, she'll help almost anyone out in a tough spot. Before she was turned, she was naive and constantly ready to lend a helping hand. Now she'll ask for something in return. Deep inside, the little spark of who she was remains. But it must be sought out and nurtured before it will ever show it's face.

Skills: Fairly talented at playing the piano. Her skills are a little rusty now but she longs to get her hands on such an instrument. She had a fair singing voice but now she's adjusting to fangs. Most of her skills come from the innate talents of the undead.

[Naraness]

Alexandria Muse
(Prefers to be called Andria, Aly, or Ria)

Age: 17

Appearance:

Spoiler: Andria 

Okay, yes, I know this photo is copyrighted. I'm not using it for anything, this is just how I imagine Andria.

Personality: Andria is shy, and tends to keep to herself. She doesn't tend to reach out and make friends, but when she does she is loyal to the core, and will give anything to protect a friend. Including her life. She's probably the most selfless person you'll ever meet. She loves the sketch, and almost always has a sketchbook at hand.

Short Bio: As above, Ria is very selfless. She loves reading, drawing, singing, and dancing, and is very good at them all, though she'd never admit it. She plays two instruments, the piano, and the flute. Often her dorm room is filled with the soft melodies of her flute, or her piano along with her angelic voice. Some of her room mates are annoyed by her musical nature, others enjoy it and are lulled to sleep each night by her gentle lullabys.
She loves to go outdoors, but never alone. She loves trees, and fresh air, but for some reason will never enter the forest, no matter how much you ask her to. She won't tell anyone why she won't go in.
She loves water and the sky, and a quirk of hers is that she always wears a small white flower pendant pinned just above her breast. She says it's to keep her safe.

Second Life: She is classified as a sorceress, but Ria believes she's something else. Her parents were both magic users, and she goes have magical abilities. With a thought large feathered wings appear on her back. they are white, and flawless, allowing her to excel into the sky with ease, and strength. This seems to be her main magical ability, but she can also grow gills on her neck, allowing her to breathe under water. Aly is able to cast an aura around herself, or others, which allows the selected individual to become irrelevant in the eyes of enemies. This often causes herself, or whoever she is protecting, to be able to walk away from a dangerous situation with ease. Her last, and final ability that she ccan actually control, is a way of sensing people's emotion, which makes it almost impossible to lie to her and get away with it.
However, normal magic comes very difficultly to her, which frustrates her. Many tease her that she's an angel. A useless angel at that.

Sixth Sense: She can see extremely well, and for alarming distances.

Other: Whatever you do, don't, no matter what you do, ever, call her Lexy.

[Naraness]

Krynn Veil

Age: 21

Gender: Female

Appearance:

Krynn has shoulder length, dark brown hair, as well as vibrantly green eyes. She is tall, reaching 5' 9". Though she is very trim, Krynn is a force to be reckoned with, She's just as strong as any man, and carries an air of confidence around her. She has three parallel scars on her left shoulder where a Thing managed to clip her with eagle-like claws.

ID Number: 400077

History: Krynn grew up running across the countryside. She would stay wherever she was welcome, and with whoever offered her a warm bed, and a hot meal. However,s he never stayed with any of the kind families for too long. She was always on the run. Krynn never knew what she was running from. But she was always on the move. It was just in her blood to travel, and never stay put. After years of running, she ran into more than a couple thugs on the road who tried to take advantage of what they saw as a 'helpless girl'. After being robbed of everything she had once, she never let it happen again.

Anther year of endless travel took her to a quiet farmhouse, and an offer to live with the older couple. She 'accepted'. The man there became like a father to her. She found the first real home she had ever had... Her father taught her properly how to shoot a firearm, and defend herself in hand-to-hand combat.

Other than that, he was the first person who really cared. He even gave her the prized filly in their farmhouse stable. The white mare was dubbed 'Luna'. Everything seemed perfect. Then... everything went wrong. In the middle of the night the Things came for them. The makeshift family had known hard times were ahead, but not like this.

Krynn grabbed the 9mm semi-automatic handgun that her father had convinced her to keep in her bedside table drawer, just in case. She managed to shoot down the Things coming for her, but was too late for her family. She only barely managed to get away with her life. She rode away on Luna, never to be the same. She devoted herself to avenging her parents. And that meant killing every Thing she ever came across.

Weapons: To this day carried the 9mm that saved her life. In memory of her father. Also conceals several knives on her person. They're near impossible to find, and she has a total of seven. Krynn also has a large hunting knife strapped to her belt.

Human or Traitor?: Human

Power(s): N/A

Pet(s): A pure white mare named Luna.

Transportation: Luna

Do you side with the Resistance or the Foundation?: Neither

If you don’t side with either, what are your views on Traitors?: Krynn honestly doesn't care. If they can help her kill the Things... great. If they get in her way, they'd better get out.

Other: Left shoulder had problems due to some of the tendons being torn and never healing properly.

Luna

Age: 4
Gender: Female
Owner: Krynn
Mythological or Normal: Normal
Species: Horse

[Naraness]

Evelyn Kara Brook

❝I'm not good enough, I'm not what they want.
But let me tell you what, I know who I am!❞
-Outcast, Kerrie Roberts
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The Basics
ll ► Eve
ll ► 16
ll ► July 23rd
ll ► Female
ll ► Junior
ll ► Asexual (Or at least she believes love will never find her, so she claims that she simply has no romantic feelings whatsoever...)
ll ► This and jeans
ll ► Not in any clubs, despite the ones that did accept her, she never felt welcome, or a part of them. Even when she was surrounded by other 'nerds' such as herself.
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The Inner
ll ► Eve is shy, and likes to keep to herself. She has ever desire to have friends, and be a friend, but even those 'friends' she has... She's never felt like they were really who she needed in a friend. Most of them have become more acquaintances than friends.
ll ► Outdoors, animals, the stars, math, puzzles, Italian food, Classical music, and languages.
ll ► Small spaces (Claustrophobic), indoors, people in general, cursing, heights, and sugary drinks/foods.

ll ► Eve was born into a family that loved her, and cared for her. She was an only child, but her paretns encouraged her, and told her she could be whoever she wanted to be; that she could do whatever she put her mind to. She has always believed that. When her father died of a fatal heart attack, her mother fell into a depression. She stopped eating, drinking, talking, sleeping... The simple lack of will to go on killed her. Since Eve had been born with no siblings, she fell into a depression such as her mother had. Only it was a different kind of depression. She wasn't able to understand why this had happened to her, and why she had to be the one to suffer.

She couldn't understand why she was alone. And she could understand why... All of the sudden, nobody loved her. She was utterly alone. And in search of something she could understand, she immersed herself in math, science, writing skills... But for the most part, her study of numbers sky rocketed. She became obsessed with how the numbers always stacked up, they always worked together, and made sense. Every problem had an answer, if she tried hard enough.

Since then she's never gotten a grade below an A+, and tends to get extra credit often. She lives with her uncle, but they don't have a very good relationship... To say the least.

ll ► Single
ll ► None
ll ► None who she would actually call 'friends', though she gets along with Geeky Boy and Mr. Unknown
ll ► She tries not to fight with anyone, but she can't help hating the way Fashionista cares more about clothing, styles, and how she looks in general... Than anything important in life. Eve knows what it's like for everything she cares about to be taken... Why should people like her have everything they'd ever want?

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[Naraness]

Mona Firrine

Alignment: Neutral Good
Race: Human
Sexual Orientation: Hetero
Gender: Female
Age: 18

Physical:
Voice: Wispy, and soft. She speaks clearly, but quietly. Sometimes people find it hard to understand what she’s talking about. However hard she tries, she can never seem to get her voice any harsher, or louder. But perhaps she simply chooses not to.
Eyes: Bright, almost metallic blue.
Height: 5’ 9”
Weight: 115 lbs,
Additional info: Rather dainty, Mona isn’t very strong. She’s never eaten much, so she could keep her shape, as she’s always been expected to.
Hair: Naturally blonde, but appears to be metallic. The light golden color is there, but often it reflects the colors around it, making it’s hues vary slightly. When she was young her parents gave her a small shot that caused her hair to start growing with this metallic sheen. It also affected her eyes, making them a metallic color as well. This affect was something that was quite popular for a while, but the fashion faded. However, the unnatural shine remained, and always will.
Tattoos/markings: Has a small tattoo of a butterfly at the base of her palm.

History:
Mona has grown up in a wealthy household. Her father has a major investment in a huge company, which has been quite successful. Mona grew up as a sort of ‘poster child’. She was expected to be perfect. And she always was. She had a perfect body, a perfect personality, perfect friends… She finished college at the age of sixteen, and worked for several years as an intern at the company her father was so successful in. When she was offered a large part of the company that would let her become even wealthier than her father had been, she turned it down. After which, she was fired. Mona detached herself from her family, finding a simple living, and keeping safe the money she had made before, in case she ever needed it, or found a cause worthy of it.

Mental:
Demeanor: Calm, and quiet. Mona usually lets others step up and speak, while being quiet and hanging back. Though hseh actually has a very diplomatic mind, she tries not to show this, and many aren’t aware of how much she’s picked up. Mona is very observant, and tends to take in things that others don’t. She doesn’t like to be seen, or draw attention to herself. But in her life, she’s sort of forced to. She hates speaking publicly, but again, this has been forced upon her many times.
Hopes: To feel truly loved, and cared for. To explore the world, and escape the ‘normal’ world, as she calls it. She longs for a purpose, and a meaning.
Fears: Spiders, snakes, bugs in general… She also fears disappointing her parents, sadly this is already a reality… She’s deathly afraid of heights. Note: Where many people have at least a very small fear of small, tight spaces, she seems to be immune to this, and sometimes seeks such things out. Many times she’d been caught crawling through air vents in her home, much to the displeasure of her parents.
Likes: Chocolate, board games, history, and people who like to smile. She also gains an odd satisfaction from outwitting others.
Dislikes: BUGS, the color pink, people who scowl constantly, height.

Clothes:
Varies from day to day. She has a wide wardrobe. However, for our opening scene, and likely many more, she’ll be wearing:
A white shirt with sleeves that come to her elbows, on top of that, a denim, button vest that she usually leaves open. Simple jeans that fit her just right, and no jewelry. She wears black flats whenever she’s not with her family, since she’s required to wear heels any other time.


Weapons:
Doesn’t really like weapons. However, she keeps a small pin in her hair that she knows could be used to defend herself if necessary. Another of her weapons is her wit. She was extrememly successful in school, and has kept much of the knowledge she learned. She’s very diplomatic, and enjoys finding the ‘loophole’ in a situation. She breaks things down and applies common sense. This is something that has come natural to her, but per previous line of work required such skills, and enhanced them.


Skills:
Has a lot of skills that aren’t very useful in a survival situation. She’s excellent at singing, as well as playing several instruments. She can write beautiful poetry, and phrase things in ways that make them seem to be what they aren’t. She’s a decent swimmer, but because she has very gangly, thin limbs, she’s not very strong, and isn’t very good at running, jumping, or climbing, and is best at very short distance sprints. She’s very flexible.


Pictures:

[Naraness]

Karamae Triluna


Race: Half-Elf
Age: 18

Physical Description or Picture:

Spoiler: Karamae 

Kara has shoulder length, straw colored hair. Her eyes burn with a soft, auburn color. She is of small, strong build, and has pretty, and nearly flawless complexion. Her features are delicate, and petite. She is of average height, and about a hundred and fifteen pounds.

Bio: Kara spends most of her time hiding. Being a half-breed, there are few places where she can find solace, or a home. She's managed to find a few jobs here and there. But peoples' unwillingness to accept her has forced her to steal, and trade for food. She's given everything she has, and is becoming a desperate soul. Because of this, she tries to stay away from towns, and live in the forest. Winters always force her back to civilization, thought.

She was conceived when her mother was taken by a drunk human. Kara's mother tried to love her, but eventually, even she turned her away. Why? Because Karamae has her father's eyes, and her mother could not bear to look into them. She was turned to live on her own at the age of fifteen. Abandoned. Even she had a hard time accepting herself. She convinced herself that she was an outcast, and that the life she has is the one she deserves. She always kept her mother's surname. It has always been a secret ambition of hers to find her father, and ask him why he did was he did. Why he hurt her mother... And why he cast her into a life of exile.

The trials of Kara's life have hardened her heart. They forced her to grow up just a little too quickly. Because that others care little for her, she also cares little for them. Kara has never had a friend in her life. She lives alone, usually in a small tree fort she created in the woods. This fort is unstable, and creaky. The roof leaks, and the floor creaks. It's just a room really. A place away from the wolves... A place where she can convince herself that she belongs.

If someone ever really got to know her, they would find that she is a broken, lonely soul. She's known little love in her life, and finds it hard to love herself. She sings herself to sleep at night; the same song her mother used to sing her. And and whispers a 'happy birthday' to herself, every March 11th. She doesn't speak often, so her sentences sometimes sound... broken. She can read and write. Her mother taught her a few good skills before she turned her over to the world. She has a pretty voice, and a calm atmosphere. Usually, Kara can keep calm in any situation. What she doesn't know, is that she is actually a very emotional creature.

The one thing she loves more than anything else... Is when she's lying in her tree fort, and she hears the owl that lives in the tree adjacent to her. In that moment, she doesn't feel alone.

Equipment/Spells/Spirit Companions:

One of the things her mother did teach her, was a little bit of magic. She hated how Karamae's human blood repelled magic. It was always a wedge between them. But her mother was able to teach her a few, simple things. Kara can cast about two simple spells a day. Or one moderate spell. Her mother taught a couple advanced spells, but Kara passed out every time she attempted to cast one.

Spells
Simple spells:
/Change Self, allows her to change a single feature about herself, temporarily. Such as, the color or length of her hair. The color of her skin. Or the color of her eyes.

/Heal Minor Wounds, allows her to stop blood flow in serious wounds, or heal minor ailments completely.

/Cantrip, very simple, allows her to move small objects, create tiny gusts of wind, and the like. Generally useless, it can be used to turn pages without touching them, or create pretty little balls of light. Cantrip can not cause damage.

Moderate spells:

/Heal Moderate Wounds, similar to minor wounds, only far stronger.

Equipment

Kara has very little equipment, or even weapons. She has one long, sharp dirk, as well as a few assorted kitchen knives that she managed to steal one day.
Aside from this, she has simple, forest green clothing, and no shoes. She also has a tattered blanket which she keeps at her 'home'. The only other possessions she has is a few copper coins.