Afina

Shattering The Crystal Silence - Closed

Silvia followed Ailen into the elevator and turned around to face the doors, standing there as she rested her hands on her hips and glancing around; perking a brow as he mentioned the hat. “Then why wear it?” Silvia muttered. She knew the regulations of GTC as well as anyone but she never understood the reason for many of them. There she stood in a mining suit from Earth, not the typical wear of a T-1. As Ailen went on about her training she shrugged. “It’s either here or the Crystal Fields, GTC has about had it with me and they ain’t seen nothing yet,” she growled as her eyes narrowed slightly. Shaking it off she tilted her head to the side slightly at his mention of being more sensitive to crystals and having to use other than a Black as a T-1. It was odd but not unheard of, she had researched all the ranking T-1 before coming but GTC liked to keep most files locked up and only gave base information.

Nodding as he mentioned the rumors, they flew around like flies over a dead beast within the GTC. A lot of that because the files were so secure and people were left wondering what really did happen where and when. “Oh, never believe rumors, they bite you in the ass,” she said as she stepped out of the elevator and followed Ailen over towards the ship; stopping in her tracks when her eyes fell on Strath. “Well aren’t you different,” she said as she began to walk around him. Silvia was not one to scare easy but startling her was a different story. She had met some races but not many. Srath was obviously one she hadn’t met. As she walked back around him she rose up, levitating slightly in midair so she could see him on equal eye level. Another quirk of Silvias that few Talents could pull off with ease. “Sorry to stare, first time and all,” she said as she looked at him before lowering herself back down and listening to what both Ailen and Srath had to say.

“He’s right you know,” Silvia said towards Ailen in reference to what Srath said. “For all you know those bastards at GTC flooded the grape vine with talk of me having a kind heart in hopes of you latching on to it and me uncovering any smuggling operations. Hell they might even be on their way now to lock the Tower down,” she smirked as she looked from one of them to the other. “I am just a bitch with an attitude,” she finished up as the smirk faded and she watched Gaia dart off. “That one is going to be a handful,” she muttered before turning her attention back to the both of them. “From now on, anything goes through me. Screw Tristan, you need something I’ll make it happen,” she said before her eyes narrowed and she looked at Ailen. “You, I want all blocked transmissions, all records of delayed shipments, everything you have on the little bugger. Video, paper, voice logs, all of it by the end of the week,” she said as she crossed her arms over her chest. “Got it?”

“And as far as my looks go, please keep it to yourself. No offense, I have bigger things to deal with right now than another man trying to get into my pants. The biggest is getting rid of Tristan.” Taking a deep breath she looked around for Gaia and then sighed deeply as she rubbed her temples. "I want that one reassigned from where ever she is as my personal empath since she seems to be in on this enough for you to trust her here. She can be put to good use if she is closer to me. Now, lets get me settled in and go meet the little priss."

The Forests of Death (Dead)

Name: Ramara Rawn
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Age: 27
Height: 5' 5"
Weight: 115 lbs
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Hair color, texture, length, style: Golden blonde with ash streaks,silky texture that is worn simply half way down her bacl

Eye look, shape & color: Pearl blue eyes with Amber flakes. Round eyes that slant slightly at the litter edge

Skin Tone: Tanned with peach undertones.

Body Type: Thin toned body over all with very powerful legs muscles.

Voice/Accent: Her voice has a tad deeper intonation than most women and is slightly raspy.

Clothing: Forest green wrapped leggings, bodice and sleeves are covered with rich tanned leather thigh boots, corset and shoulder guards.

Armor: None

Weapons: Two long bladed daggers are worn at her waist, two thin bladed short swords are worn crossed over her back, multiple silver throwing daggers are secured in her belt, on her thighs and tucked in her boots. Poisoned darts are secured to a release hidden in her forearm guards that can be fired for distance if needed.

Spells: None

Natural Abilities: Agile, acrobatics, gymnastics, ambidextrous

Skilled: Ramara is a skilled assassin; knife thrower, swordsman, close combat fighting, grappling, take down techniques, pressure points, stealth, lock picking, tracking, find traps and hidden passages. Plays the Vielle, a skill she learned growing up.

Personality: Quiet most of the time but can be loud and is rather untrusting, hard to get close to. She prefers to be left alone and detests asking for help. A very stubborn woman who prefers to do things alone than in a group. She can be quite volatile if provoked and tends to be a bit moody. Even more so than her older sister Sana Rawn and does not have as kind of a heart.

History: She comes from the Rawn Troop of Gypsys and is the younger sibling of Sana Rawn. She always admired her older sister Sana and when she saw Sana leave she decided when she came of age she would do the same. Over the last years she has honed her skills and searched for her sister but to no avail.

Afinas Bios - WIP

Name: Ramara Rawn
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Age: 27
Height: 5' 5"
Weight: 115 lbs
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Hair color, texture, length, style: Golden blonde with ash streaks,silky texture that is worn simply half way down her back

Eye look, shape & color: Pearl blue eyes with Amber flakes. Round eyes that slant slightly at the litter edge

Skin Tone: Tanned with peach undertones.

Body Type: Thin toned body over all with very powerful legs muscles.

Voice/Accent: Her voice has a tad deeper intonation than most women and is slightly raspy.

Clothing: Forest green wrapped leggings, bodice and sleeves are covered with rich tanned leather thigh boots, corset and shoulder guards.

Armor: None

Weapons: Two long bladed daggers are worn at her waist, two thin bladed short swords are worn crossed over her back, multiple silver throwing daggers are secured in her belt, on her thighs and tucked in her boots. Poisoned darts are secured to a release hidden in her forearm guards that can be fired for distance if needed.

Spells: None

Natural Abilities: Agile, acrobatics, gymnastics, ambidextrous

Skilled: Ramara is a skilled assassin; knife thrower, swordsman, close combat fighting, grappling, take down techniques, pressure points, stealth, lock picking, find traps and hidden passages

Personality: Quiet and untrusting, hard to get close to. She prefers to be left alone and detests asking for help. A very stubborn woman who prefers to do things alone than in a group. She can be quite volatile if provoked and tends to be a bit moody. Even more so than her older sister Sana Rawn and does not have as kind of a heart.

History: She comes from the Rawn Troop of Gypsys and is the younger sibling of Sana Rawn. She always admired her older sister Sana and when she saw Sana leave she decided when she came of age she would do the same. Over the last years she has honed her skills and searched for her sister but to no avail.

The Sands of Blood (Dead)

Sana smiled gently towards Hugh as she stepped closer to him, watching him closely as he extended his hand to her, resting her own gently in his as she stepped to the side of him. She had watched his reactions during the song and they seemed to vary greatly throughout the entire thing and it had her slightly concerned. Brushing the thought from her mind she figured if he wanted to discuss it with her he would. She doubted he would hide anything, at least she hoped he wouldn't.

Stepping up onto the wagon she began to rummage through the supplies and gathered a few things. Coming up behind Hugh, she draped her arms around him and handed him some dried meats and a water skin. "Eat," she whispered against his ear, her lips lightly brushing against his skin. "You'll need your strength." Pulling away she went back into the wagon, coming out and stepping down with an arm full of various meats, vegetables, fruits and water skins.

Making her way around the group she made sure to drop some off for each person whether they had eaten or not. Coming up to Das and Vivian she smirked slightly. "I remember something about the use of a darkness spell," she said towards Vivian before laughing and darting off towards Garrek. "Thanks for having Hughs back in the fight," she said as she handed him some food. Walking over to Bjoric she wasn't sure if he was asleep or not, so she left the food and water skin next to him before quietly walking away. As she reached Ellyn, she gave her enough for both her and Atros. "Go offer him some food," she said with a wink before walking over to Ellis. "You've got a lot going on, make sure you get enough," she said as she handed him some before finishing her self appointed round.

She only had a little left when she was finished before heading over to Hughs steed Rodger. Feeding him some vegetables and a couple of apples while she ran her free hand through his mane. "Come on boy, eat up, gonna be a long day tomorrow," she said before she smiled over at Hugh. She wanted time with him but time wasn't something they had a lot of right then. The hour was late, the days had been long, they needed rest.

Walking over to the bedrolls she blushed slightly at remembering certain comments about her and Hugh sharing one. Taking a deep breath she tossed down the one she had picked up and muttered "fuck it," under her breath before sauntering over to where Hugh had dropped his fur and picked it up. Shaking it out quickly before she spread it out on the sand. Turning she looked over go Hugh and gave him a sultry smile before kneeling down and laying out on his fur; giving it a slight pat of her hand before gesturing for him to join her.

Shattering The Crystal Silence - Closed

After a few moments, Silvia noted that her Crystal was being safely unloaded and moved to the towers main generators. It was odd in its shapes and cut but truly stunning to behold and it seemed fitting that someone as unique as Silvia would possess a crystal that seemed to mimic who she was. Eyes glazed over for a moment and the gem began to sing gently, the vibrations reverberating through the docks gently. Silvia blinked and the song faded away as quickly as it had come. It was odd, most talents had to have some type of physical connection or electronic link to use them. Even singers had to give a crystal a resonate flick of a finger against a crystal to make its song heard. Silvia only had to think and hers,called to her. Apparently one of the rumors about her being a unique talent were true.

Turning slightly she extended her hand to Ailen and shook the one he offered her. "Well that's good to know that he hasn't completely broken the crew but I honestly wouldn't get used to me being here. I have a feeling that if he is as bad as I have heard I will be shipped off world by the end of the evening. I do not hold my tongue," she said as she released his hand from the handshake. Silvia wasn't joking, her tone as serious as a Crystal Harmonic Storm. She wouldn't back down from Tristan, even if it meant she was shipped off to mine Crystal for the rest of her life. She could not tolerate cruelty or arrogance.

"Sure, why not," she said to Ailens inquiry if she would like to join him. She needed to learn the layout of the tower as it was and stretching her legs wouldn't hurt. As Gaia landed on her shoulder she perked a brow. "No, but I've read Peter Pan. You're Tinkerbell right," she said quickly. Her voice wasn't cruel, jest could be heard as she smiled over at the little one. "I am just not used to many cultures. Earth is rather isolated and I have met few of the other races," she followed up as she followed Ailen to the elevators and let him lead the way to Dock 12.

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Treasure & Treachery

K, have to retype my drow for the second character. Will see what I can dig up and post a cs later on. Looking forward to it, Warrior speaks highly of you.

Treasure & Treachery

What are you looking for in a cs?

Captured by Drow!

Ahh, may have heard about this. Interested. I may have a drow stashed away somewhere, so perhaps can pull a dual play. Either way, interested.

The Sands of Blood (Dead)

Changed, that was a pain on my phone...