Walking with strides of confidence, Astraea keeps her chin raised and eyes lowered. Similar to that of an owl, she watches everything, as if searching for something. She has a long and slender frame, thanks to her peckish eating habits, and nimble hands that always seem to be messing with something.
Long, ebony black hair falls around her shoulders, accenting her pale and slightly freckled skin. Her prominent cheekbones and almond shaped, dark blue eyes give her a look of natural maturity that she can say she does enjoy. She often wears her hair down, only on rare occasions does she put it into a bun.
Clothing wise, she tends to wear darker colors, mainly black in a style that screams '1900's witch'. Preferring dresses, ones that cover most of her body, her outfits of choice are more "lady-like" and modest. She doesn't have any tattoos or unusual markings, save for a few scars she's gotten over the years.
MAIN GOAL ⫻ A curious woman, Astraea is always looking for something new; something interesting. She has a strong desire to know the emotional and mental limits of a person as well as their capabilities. She wants to find out just how far a person will go in order to achieve one's desires, and if one will give up morals to do so. A curious woman, indeed.
PHILOSOPHY ⫻ She believes that people aren't just afraid of dying, it's the fear of the unknown that pushes people to the brink of madness. That once the threat becomes real, all people become "bad", and will hesitate to do the right thing.
SECRETS ⫻ She once almost drove her older sister to run away from home after leading her to believe she was being haunted by demons. It was a very elaborate prank and was fueled by anger when her sister burned her writing for fun.
SEXUALITY ⫻ Lesbian
FEARS ⫻ A strong fear of confrontation, Astraea tries her best not to show her true emotions to anyone. She dislikes the vulnerability of knowing someone else knows too much about herself, so she avoids this at all costs.
REPUTATION ⫻ A known poet and novelist of rather dark themes, she has a love/hate relationship with many of the citizens of Araminta. Many of them target organized religion and replace it with spirituality instead.
QUIRKS ⫻ Astraea has a habit of straightening things out wherever she is. For example, fixing picture frames or making sure labels are facing the front.
FLAWS ⫻ The woman does have a bit of a temper and a lack of patience, especially when dealing with ignorance or overly optimistic people. She also has a bad habit of deceiving people whether that be on purpose or accident, and she has a strong desire to achieve her goals.
Born in North Carolina to a pair of German immigrants, Astraea was raised in a rural farmhouse with her two older siblings, Adela and Dominik, Adela being the eldest by two years. A highly christian family, they were all expected to uphold the strong values of the New and Old Testament. They prayed often and followed traditional family roles, something that Astraea had always found strange.
Almost immediately, Rhea (Astraea) started questioning things whenever she could, never really having the ability to hold her tongue, which led her to become the scapegoat for when anything unfortunate may have happened. She had decided from a young age that she didn't believe in Christianity although she continued to follow her family's footsteps until around her teens when she met Tod, the raven.
She always knew she was searching for something, but she could never figure out what it was while being confined within the walls of pressure caused by her family. It wasn't until she came across the dead shagbark hickory tree did she believe in the afterlife. It wasn't until then did she believe in souls, magic, the truth. It stood there, alone, dark, decaying among the Spring flowers, it's branches drooping yet still curled like gripping onto a life it didn't have. It wasn't until then did she meet Tod. A large raven, who she swore was a lot older than time itself stood, watching her. It called out as if coaxing her to come forward, a throaty call that echoed in her mind.
She was never the same after that.
When she was eighteen, Rhea left home, searching for something new. She wanted to leave the old behind: Her siblings that always treated her like shit, her tiny and cramped bedroom, the flowers that her mother couldn't ever grow; she needed to get away. She had always been a skilled writer. She was intelligent with the way she arranged her words, she soaked in her surroundings like a sponge and was able to write it on paper with ease, and the way she spoke them out loud made it seem like an art made just for her. She was quickly able to make a career out of it, traveling around and staying in motels with what money she made. With Tod following alongside her, never too far away.
Rhea moved to Araminta when she was twenty five, hoping to settle down in a house rather than continue to travel. Although she despised the idea of organized religion, she still attended church for two reasons. One: To fit in with the citizens and two: She always found it interesting, and interesting always peaked her curiosity.
A few years later, Rhea was tempted to leave the city. She was looking for stimulation, something to spark her imagination to write again, and unfortunately, the older woman wasn't finding anything there anymore. It had lost the charm it had when she first moved there. That was until she saw it.
She could hardly see it as it was quickly getting dark outside, but the shadowy form of a dog was clear. Black, smoky tendons licked off of it's paws as it walked off, looking back at her as if to follow. She could hear Tod in the background, but she couldn't understand him. It was all too similar. Unfortunately though, as she followed the wispy shape of a hound, the dark had begun to swallow its form and she quickly lost sight of it. She stood there for awhile, wondering what would've happened had it been lighter for just a little longer.
She stills resides in Araminta, hoping one day she'll see the peculiar beast again, and that it'll lead her to its destination.
