Ravirn

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Lost Rainbow Maiden is a rather tall-about 6'2"-young-appearing woman, slender, lithe, and athletic, with pale porcelain skin, long and flowing black hair that she wears loose, and the star-flecked deep violet eyes of a Chosen of Endings, strikingly beautiful in a delicate, cool way. She is perpetually frowning or scowling, and she carries herself with perfect, flowing, grace, yet somehow efficient, and favors wearing long and flowing sleeveless dresses of the deepest violet, carrying her Foe-Clearing Halberd with her.
 
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No matter what she does, she always has an air of menace surrounding her. Which she doesn't even try to do anything about.
 
==and then there was nothing more;==
==and then there was nothing more;==

Revision as of 05:26, 14 January 2008

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set me aflame and cast me free;

Name: Ravirn
Age:
Birthdate:
Birthplace:
Hair: Black
Eyes: Black
Skin: Pale
Height: 6'2"
Weight:
Image Song: VNV Nation, Kingdom (Restoration)

before the faceless name of Justice;

Name: Ravirn
Concept: subtle king of a desperate nation
Caste: Waning
Totem: raven
Anima banner:
Motivation: to protect his people and improve their lot at any cost
Intimacies: his people


Attributes:
Str: 2
Dex*: 3
Sta: 2

Cha: 2
Man*: 5
App: 4

Per*: 3
Int: 2
Wits*: 4

Favored Abilities:

  • Survival 2

Other Abilities:

  • Archery 3
  • Lore 3
  • Martial Arts 1
  • Melee 1
  • Performance 3
  • Presence 3
  • Ride 1
  • Socialize 3
  • War 3
  • Thrown 1
  • Investigation 3
  • Larceny 2
  • Stealth 2
  • Resistance 1
  • Bureacracy 1

Charms:

Virtues:
Compassion:
Conviction:
Temperance:
Valor:

Willpower:
Essence: 3
Personal:
Peripheral:
Limit: 0/10

Backgrounds:

Merits:


Flaws:

  • Nightmares
  • Enemy 4
  • Throwback 3

Backgrounds:

  • Influence 3



JB:
DDV:
PDV:
MDV:
MPV:

sever the line to the guilty past;

like some law unto myself;

shadows fell on futile games;

and then there was nothing more;

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