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P L A Y E R;
NAME: Muta
AGE: 25
PLAYER JOURNAL: N/A
TIMEZONE: EST (UTC--5:00)
CONTACT: torunonothing@gmail.com, plurk: space_gandalf
OTHER CHARACTERS PLAYED: N/A
C H A R A C T E R;
NAME: Ravit
CANON: Legacy of Kain
POINT IN CANON: Around Soul-Reaver 1 era.
AGE: Something she herself is foggy on, as the centuries roll by she becomes less diligent in documenting her own years (OOC guesstimate of 800-1000 years).
APPEARANCE: Small and angry Vampire
CANON HISTORY: If you ask, she'll tell you life began the day she joined the ranks of the Razielim. Her parents gave her little else then a name and eighteen years of unfulfilled, placid existence, yet it was her name that set her apart when Raziel came to the farms of Coorhagen. The life of a human slave was of little potential, with few roads to be taken. Either she would remain on the Farm to be bled until she was as withered as her mother, domesticated, or sent to the breeding pens. Few were privileged to become something more, something divine. "You quenched your thirst" is the meaning of her name and it's an irony that the favored son of Kain couldn't easily ignore.
The Razielim were renowned for their riches--as artisans, philosophers, and blood-bankers for the Empire. Ravit became one such artisan. Focused and astute by nature, she would pour herself into mastering her craft until word of Raziel's execution spread. Her discerning, resilient nature would later save her from the genocide to come. Charged for the ultimate blasphemy, surpassing Kain in evolution, Raziel's children were given their death sentence the moment he was cast into the Lake of the Dead. Despair and fear took hold as the remaining Razielim were left to contemplate and mourn the loss of their figurehead; so to safeguard their own, plans were made to covertly send their cocooned fledglings and those that were pupating to the long-forgotten birthing-city below the Erebus Mountain, the Fane. It was when Kain abandoned his Empire that their peril became most evident.
First, the ambassadors were rounded up and executed, then the Razielim who were out posted beyond the home territory. Their lands were seized from all sides, with the Empire's Legion closing in upon the capital stronghold. Her brood was crushed beneath the might of the five clans combined in a swift and devastating attack, utterly destroying fledgling and Adult without scruple. With fledged wings of her own, Ravit knew she would soon meet a brutal end. Not alone in this fear, those that had already developed their wings fled under the guidance of one of their Elders, Sarakiel. That Raziel's progeny had already began to grow into their Gift wasn't accounted for and a successful escape was made. They headed north for the vaults that interred the last of their kin but hope of reunion was quickly quashed. Every corner of Nosgoth was teeming with the armies of their erstwhile allies with orders to kill any winged Vampire spotted. When they turned to Dark Eden in growing despair and desperation, it was the humans who with their new found teeth, routed the last of the Razielim into the jaws of their demise. The corpses were never found, but in the coming weeks winged Vampires seemed to disappear completely.
Ravit did not follow Sarakiel to Dark Eden, mistrusting the idea that refuge would be found. Only a host of threats awaited them there. Instead, she made for the east with two like-minded cohorts and no destination known. Simply, it was known that the mountains there were unforgiving and of jagged, murderous peaks no human and likely no Vampire would brave. Of course, it didn't solve the most demanding issue--their hunger. The environment itself rejected them with ice storms and frigid winds and little reprieve. It was in these mountains that the soaring architecture of their predecessors was discovered, belonging to the Ancient Vampire, Janos Audron. Comprised of many smaller aeries and forgotten by time, it was their key to survival. Gifted with flight, the higher balconies and galleries could easily be explored--something Ravit instantly took to. The answer to the dilemma of their thirst was in the Blood Basin's throughout the mountain retreat; through some magic, they were bottomless.
For nearly a century the trio subsisted this way. Ravit lost herself in her studies while her companions grew deeply dissonant and downcast. One fell upon her own blade and the other upon Ravit's, in the end leaving her truly the last of her clan. Centuries passed in this lonely existence, dedicating herself to discovering the secrets of the retreat and thereby better understanding her precursors.
If infiltrated, it's likely she would become more empathetic towards not only those she sees as her peers but those that are deemed inferior. Her habit of categorizing others would lessen and she would become more open to free conversation before she knew what the person that approached her was about.
CANON PERSONALITY: Her pride is one of her less appealing qualities, as is her inflated sense of independence. Unfortunately, it rules much of her choices and way of life; it's how she copes with her lot in life and her singular nature. Being nimble of mind and priding herself in that, she can be quick to judge someone particularly if they're perceived as below her. It makes for a poor team player but she's spent much of her time by her lonesome and thus, without anyone to challenge her or engage her intellectually, sometimes instigating a challenge for no other reason then to stimulate herself and test the others mettle. Even if you can offer her this, friendship is hard to forge; earning and keeping her loyalty is even harder. The Vampire is mistrusting and tends toward paranoia. As such, she doesn't deal well with threats--specifically, ones she believes her aggressor could actually make good on. Elsewise, she'll likely stay her hand, entertaining someone as dithering and harmless--perhaps even with some curiosity as to what makes them tick. Something as vulnerable as being genuinely interested in another is something she won't admit to, even if it's true. To her, it's a sign of weakness, and she can't afford to be weak.
Although Ravit comes with her burdens, she is also a woman of great intellect and passion. A lover of art, knowledge, and magic. At the Empire's prime she was known for her deft hands, unimpeded by evolution in her crafts; a worker of clay and weaver of complex textiles. Her interest in these things remain to this day, however the story of the Ancients has taken precedence since her voluntary interment at the Aerie. Puzzling over languages lost to time and the fall of civilizations fascinates her.
There's a sort of charm to her despite her rough edges though it's akin to that of a snake's.
POINT OF DEPARTURE: Ravit is from the latest time period we've seen in Nosgoth's history. It's toward the end of the life of the world itself and humans are scarce, residing in a single, guarded city. This is their last stand against the Vampires that are threatening them with extinction. The clans have devolved into beast-like and feral creatures, territorial of their homelands.
With Kain's purification when he returns to that point in the timeline, it's possible that the world has begun to repair itself but that still remains to be seen. More importantly, the Elder God is still eating away at the world, meaning that the world is likely still dying. Due to Ravit's seclusion atop the mountains north of Uschtenheim in the ruins Janos Audron's Retreat, she remains largely unaware of the decay of her world and kind. This means she was also oblivious to the survivors of her brood who participated during the war to come. After the execution of Raziel and the disappearance of the Emperor Kain, jealousy and hunger for power prevailed pitting the clans against one another. The humans took this for their time to strike and became embroiled in a war against vampires, who created a tenuous alliance among clans to cull the human uprising. It would be then that the surviving (devolved) members of her clan would fight and die, ending her proud brethren all together.
ABILITIES: Ravit hails from clan Razielim. Her sire being the favored and first of Kain's sons benefited the clan greatly; obtaining the lion's share of the Dark Gift, Raziel passed unto his children great potential and promise. Had oversights not been made, they may have lived on to meet their potential.
The Gift of Flight. Boasting an impressive wingspan, she is mantled by a set of powerful wings. These are not only her pride but a most deadly weapon; tapering to talons that should they catch one unguarded, could run a man through. These are not the wings of their sire--pupation has added heft and resilience--these are wings not easily dismantled.
The Gift of Echo. The hunt isn't through when her eyes fail her. An echolocating creature, she can emit calls into the environment and using the echoes decipher and locate objects as well as people.
Thaumaturgy. Due to Ravit's proclivity for magic and her clan's affinity for it, it's likely she has latent abilities (charm/mind control/etc) that have yet to be discovered. As her experience with the world expands, so too will her knowledge of glyphs and spells.
The Whisper. A latent ability of Vampires in Nosgoth. Similar to telepathy, it allows one to project thoughts unto another over great distances creating a line of communication.
As a Vampire, she is granted the standard Gifts of an apex predator. Increased speed, strength, agility, and regeneration of damage done unto her. This inborn strength, coupled with claws that are sharp and hard, allow her to scale walls--climbing to heights and angles impossible to a soft fingered creature. Her weaknesses are standard fare of her kind; she will avoid fire and water at all costs, and unsurprisingly, does not enjoy being impaled.
INVENTORY; A time-worn side-satchel containing heavy tomes and crumbling scrolls writ in language long lost. There are some loose baubles within as well but their significance is not easily deciphered.
ANYTHING ELSE WE SHOULD KNOW? Her clan was known for the use of their slaves for experimenting with magic. They were considered of the same worth as cattle. Thus, she can be unwise to trust on an empty stomach or without good reason to keep something that sniffs like a human around. This could change, but this the level of empathy and interest in them she's bringing to the table currently.
S A M P L E S;
ACTIONSPAM SAMPLE: "Do not presume to call me a child. Or could your pride take the blow of being led through the ancient's texts by a child?" She narrows her eyes and tips her chin upward in a show of superiority.
"Why, it's through no intentional machinations I believe you displaced us here." The edge of her claw slides along the pommel of her blade, an idle, almost bored gesture.
"I wholely believe it's through some heavy-handed mistake, as you are wont to do."
PROSE SAMPLE: This is a view few will ever see of Nosgoth. It's not the Nosgoth of her youth yet it's not without it's beauty, stubbornly remaining even as the world tears at itself. Certainly, this wasn't a feeling she'd forgotten in her long years of solitude, warm air currents rolling over wings that have spent far too long restrained. How she'd missed it! For the time being, flying in errant and leisurely loops, she could put aside the ruination their world headed towards in favor of the feeling of muscles that had atrophied in the quick, concealed travels from peak to peak of the aerie stretch and burn with effort.
Ravit's pace remains easy and mostly contained. When she strays, vaulting into some mindless acrobatic, she always returns as if keeping stride with another.
And she is.
Him below and she above, though only so much as to clear the withering tree tops and crumbling structures. This is an arrangement that suits them, at times she favors the ground--it feels safer despite his insistence the sky is hers--and when she grows weary of his talk, while remaining in his company, she returns to the air.
NAME: Muta
AGE: 25
PLAYER JOURNAL: N/A
TIMEZONE: EST (UTC--5:00)
CONTACT: torunonothing@gmail.com, plurk: space_gandalf
OTHER CHARACTERS PLAYED: N/A
C H A R A C T E R;
NAME: Ravit
CANON: Legacy of Kain
POINT IN CANON: Around Soul-Reaver 1 era.
AGE: Something she herself is foggy on, as the centuries roll by she becomes less diligent in documenting her own years (OOC guesstimate of 800-1000 years).
APPEARANCE: Small and angry Vampire
CANON HISTORY: If you ask, she'll tell you life began the day she joined the ranks of the Razielim. Her parents gave her little else then a name and eighteen years of unfulfilled, placid existence, yet it was her name that set her apart when Raziel came to the farms of Coorhagen. The life of a human slave was of little potential, with few roads to be taken. Either she would remain on the Farm to be bled until she was as withered as her mother, domesticated, or sent to the breeding pens. Few were privileged to become something more, something divine. "You quenched your thirst" is the meaning of her name and it's an irony that the favored son of Kain couldn't easily ignore.
The Razielim were renowned for their riches--as artisans, philosophers, and blood-bankers for the Empire. Ravit became one such artisan. Focused and astute by nature, she would pour herself into mastering her craft until word of Raziel's execution spread. Her discerning, resilient nature would later save her from the genocide to come. Charged for the ultimate blasphemy, surpassing Kain in evolution, Raziel's children were given their death sentence the moment he was cast into the Lake of the Dead. Despair and fear took hold as the remaining Razielim were left to contemplate and mourn the loss of their figurehead; so to safeguard their own, plans were made to covertly send their cocooned fledglings and those that were pupating to the long-forgotten birthing-city below the Erebus Mountain, the Fane. It was when Kain abandoned his Empire that their peril became most evident.
First, the ambassadors were rounded up and executed, then the Razielim who were out posted beyond the home territory. Their lands were seized from all sides, with the Empire's Legion closing in upon the capital stronghold. Her brood was crushed beneath the might of the five clans combined in a swift and devastating attack, utterly destroying fledgling and Adult without scruple. With fledged wings of her own, Ravit knew she would soon meet a brutal end. Not alone in this fear, those that had already developed their wings fled under the guidance of one of their Elders, Sarakiel. That Raziel's progeny had already began to grow into their Gift wasn't accounted for and a successful escape was made. They headed north for the vaults that interred the last of their kin but hope of reunion was quickly quashed. Every corner of Nosgoth was teeming with the armies of their erstwhile allies with orders to kill any winged Vampire spotted. When they turned to Dark Eden in growing despair and desperation, it was the humans who with their new found teeth, routed the last of the Razielim into the jaws of their demise. The corpses were never found, but in the coming weeks winged Vampires seemed to disappear completely.
Ravit did not follow Sarakiel to Dark Eden, mistrusting the idea that refuge would be found. Only a host of threats awaited them there. Instead, she made for the east with two like-minded cohorts and no destination known. Simply, it was known that the mountains there were unforgiving and of jagged, murderous peaks no human and likely no Vampire would brave. Of course, it didn't solve the most demanding issue--their hunger. The environment itself rejected them with ice storms and frigid winds and little reprieve. It was in these mountains that the soaring architecture of their predecessors was discovered, belonging to the Ancient Vampire, Janos Audron. Comprised of many smaller aeries and forgotten by time, it was their key to survival. Gifted with flight, the higher balconies and galleries could easily be explored--something Ravit instantly took to. The answer to the dilemma of their thirst was in the Blood Basin's throughout the mountain retreat; through some magic, they were bottomless.
For nearly a century the trio subsisted this way. Ravit lost herself in her studies while her companions grew deeply dissonant and downcast. One fell upon her own blade and the other upon Ravit's, in the end leaving her truly the last of her clan. Centuries passed in this lonely existence, dedicating herself to discovering the secrets of the retreat and thereby better understanding her precursors.
If infiltrated, it's likely she would become more empathetic towards not only those she sees as her peers but those that are deemed inferior. Her habit of categorizing others would lessen and she would become more open to free conversation before she knew what the person that approached her was about.
CANON PERSONALITY: Her pride is one of her less appealing qualities, as is her inflated sense of independence. Unfortunately, it rules much of her choices and way of life; it's how she copes with her lot in life and her singular nature. Being nimble of mind and priding herself in that, she can be quick to judge someone particularly if they're perceived as below her. It makes for a poor team player but she's spent much of her time by her lonesome and thus, without anyone to challenge her or engage her intellectually, sometimes instigating a challenge for no other reason then to stimulate herself and test the others mettle. Even if you can offer her this, friendship is hard to forge; earning and keeping her loyalty is even harder. The Vampire is mistrusting and tends toward paranoia. As such, she doesn't deal well with threats--specifically, ones she believes her aggressor could actually make good on. Elsewise, she'll likely stay her hand, entertaining someone as dithering and harmless--perhaps even with some curiosity as to what makes them tick. Something as vulnerable as being genuinely interested in another is something she won't admit to, even if it's true. To her, it's a sign of weakness, and she can't afford to be weak.
Although Ravit comes with her burdens, she is also a woman of great intellect and passion. A lover of art, knowledge, and magic. At the Empire's prime she was known for her deft hands, unimpeded by evolution in her crafts; a worker of clay and weaver of complex textiles. Her interest in these things remain to this day, however the story of the Ancients has taken precedence since her voluntary interment at the Aerie. Puzzling over languages lost to time and the fall of civilizations fascinates her.
There's a sort of charm to her despite her rough edges though it's akin to that of a snake's.
POINT OF DEPARTURE: Ravit is from the latest time period we've seen in Nosgoth's history. It's toward the end of the life of the world itself and humans are scarce, residing in a single, guarded city. This is their last stand against the Vampires that are threatening them with extinction. The clans have devolved into beast-like and feral creatures, territorial of their homelands.
With Kain's purification when he returns to that point in the timeline, it's possible that the world has begun to repair itself but that still remains to be seen. More importantly, the Elder God is still eating away at the world, meaning that the world is likely still dying. Due to Ravit's seclusion atop the mountains north of Uschtenheim in the ruins Janos Audron's Retreat, she remains largely unaware of the decay of her world and kind. This means she was also oblivious to the survivors of her brood who participated during the war to come. After the execution of Raziel and the disappearance of the Emperor Kain, jealousy and hunger for power prevailed pitting the clans against one another. The humans took this for their time to strike and became embroiled in a war against vampires, who created a tenuous alliance among clans to cull the human uprising. It would be then that the surviving (devolved) members of her clan would fight and die, ending her proud brethren all together.
ABILITIES: Ravit hails from clan Razielim. Her sire being the favored and first of Kain's sons benefited the clan greatly; obtaining the lion's share of the Dark Gift, Raziel passed unto his children great potential and promise. Had oversights not been made, they may have lived on to meet their potential.
The Gift of Flight. Boasting an impressive wingspan, she is mantled by a set of powerful wings. These are not only her pride but a most deadly weapon; tapering to talons that should they catch one unguarded, could run a man through. These are not the wings of their sire--pupation has added heft and resilience--these are wings not easily dismantled.
The Gift of Echo. The hunt isn't through when her eyes fail her. An echolocating creature, she can emit calls into the environment and using the echoes decipher and locate objects as well as people.
Thaumaturgy. Due to Ravit's proclivity for magic and her clan's affinity for it, it's likely she has latent abilities (charm/mind control/etc) that have yet to be discovered. As her experience with the world expands, so too will her knowledge of glyphs and spells.
The Whisper. A latent ability of Vampires in Nosgoth. Similar to telepathy, it allows one to project thoughts unto another over great distances creating a line of communication.
As a Vampire, she is granted the standard Gifts of an apex predator. Increased speed, strength, agility, and regeneration of damage done unto her. This inborn strength, coupled with claws that are sharp and hard, allow her to scale walls--climbing to heights and angles impossible to a soft fingered creature. Her weaknesses are standard fare of her kind; she will avoid fire and water at all costs, and unsurprisingly, does not enjoy being impaled.
INVENTORY; A time-worn side-satchel containing heavy tomes and crumbling scrolls writ in language long lost. There are some loose baubles within as well but their significance is not easily deciphered.
ANYTHING ELSE WE SHOULD KNOW? Her clan was known for the use of their slaves for experimenting with magic. They were considered of the same worth as cattle. Thus, she can be unwise to trust on an empty stomach or without good reason to keep something that sniffs like a human around. This could change, but this the level of empathy and interest in them she's bringing to the table currently.
S A M P L E S;
ACTIONSPAM SAMPLE: "Do not presume to call me a child. Or could your pride take the blow of being led through the ancient's texts by a child?" She narrows her eyes and tips her chin upward in a show of superiority.
"Why, it's through no intentional machinations I believe you displaced us here." The edge of her claw slides along the pommel of her blade, an idle, almost bored gesture.
"I wholely believe it's through some heavy-handed mistake, as you are wont to do."
PROSE SAMPLE: This is a view few will ever see of Nosgoth. It's not the Nosgoth of her youth yet it's not without it's beauty, stubbornly remaining even as the world tears at itself. Certainly, this wasn't a feeling she'd forgotten in her long years of solitude, warm air currents rolling over wings that have spent far too long restrained. How she'd missed it! For the time being, flying in errant and leisurely loops, she could put aside the ruination their world headed towards in favor of the feeling of muscles that had atrophied in the quick, concealed travels from peak to peak of the aerie stretch and burn with effort.
Ravit's pace remains easy and mostly contained. When she strays, vaulting into some mindless acrobatic, she always returns as if keeping stride with another.
And she is.
Him below and she above, though only so much as to clear the withering tree tops and crumbling structures. This is an arrangement that suits them, at times she favors the ground--it feels safer despite his insistence the sky is hers--and when she grows weary of his talk, while remaining in his company, she returns to the air.
