Age: 21
Profile:
height: 5'7"
weight: 120 lbs.
eyes: goldish/ kinda orange
hair: reddish brown- crimson: short cut
complexion: golden brown
figure: light but slightly built
personal marks: a thin scar above her right eye that runs through her eyebrow. she recieved this during "Training" in the Camps. A gashing N carved into her back the night before her 17th birthday.
Description:
She carries herself like any soldier would yet still with a fluidness that is undescribeable. She has a thin scar above her right eye that runs through her eyebrow that recieved froma severe blow to the head during Combat Training in the Military camp. Her eyes, though empty of her thoughts, will glint with a fire unestimated in her.
She has double piercing in each ear lobe, and a cuff at the top of her right ear. She tends to have an apathetic look on her face (or a sneer); a true smile is very rare and its usually a small, quiet kind of smile.
[[I'm working on some pics of her. Most likely two more. One of her in combat gear, the other in casual dress.]]
Personality:
A bit bitter. She is tough to get to know on account of the fact she makes people feel a little uncomfortable most of the time. Once a fun loving innocent she's been turned into a No-BS loner. She has a bit of a dark humor and has sarcastic retort set on AUTO-RESPOND. She doesn't begrudge company but she is wary to open up. Once a friend, she will protect till the end. Her word is her promise and its better than mosts'.
She has a bad habit of chewing her nails and rubbing her neck when she is uncomfortable or nervous. She dislikes her first name and goes by a shortage of her last name; "Raz"
History:
Raz was born and raised on the sands of Tatubha, a large island between the coasts of the West Continent and the South Continent (though considerably closer to the West). She was a happy and inquisitive child- until the night before her 17th birthday.
Her father, a well known man about the island and the towns, was home from work for her birthday. He had been talking with her, about her future, when a knock came at the door. Her Mother had gone to answer it; voices could be heard from beyond the door... angry voices. Before anybody knew what was going on, her mother was thrown back and the door kicked open. Her father, began to stand when a diseased looking dog crashed into him. A familiar. Two men had come into the door, both with clubs... both wearing Military uniforms. The familiar ravaged her father as another man beat him down. He died at thier hands. But before they killed him Raz had tried to pry them off of her father, even though he yelled at her to run. One of the men hit her, and grabbed her by her hair. He slammed her against the wall and through her shirt, carved an "N" (for North) in the small of her back. "So you will always remember who owns you." he had hissed into her ear, and then beat her into unconsciousness.
The men claimed Mr.Razmouhi had commited treason and had been plotting against the Military. The Judge ordered "Not Guilty".
Her mother, also severely beaten that night, lost something. She seemed perfectly sane; but she would never look at "Her Inna" (raz) the same way again; becuase she looked so much like her father. Then, a little over two years later, Raz was drafted into the Military. She despised it, hated the Military, but was forced to go on threat of her family being evicted from their house and thier belongings reposessed.
Nine days after Raz left, she recieved a letter saying that her little sister Lyna had caught and died of a mysterous illness, and that her mother, Tabitha Inna Razmouhi, had taken her own life. Inside was enclosed the necklace her mother had worn. A strong yet delicate silver chain with a slender silver cross hanging from it. Inna and her mother (nor her mother's mother) did not know what the cross was, but it had been passed down in her family for generations- since before the Old War. And this is how Raz truly knew her mother was dead; because that is the only way she would havve come to posess it.
After that there is little history known of her as she disappeared into the cold dead North, to train and serve the Military. She trained one year in the North and served another in the West. She was a natural leader but led reluctantly- not wishing to become greatly involved in the Military. The exact story of her scar is unknown.
Motivation/Goal:
She wants to bring a non-militant government to the world, but has no idea how to go about doing so. She despises the dictator-esc rulings of Terra and thinks the PEOPLE should rule the PEOPLE. She cannot speak out however, ecause of the threat of meeting the same fate as her father.
Character Class:
Fighting Class (Military Soldier) and Dark Archane.
Main and Sub
Familiar: N/A
Weapon:
She has a sword she uses named Marek. The blade and handle are silver and unadorned. She uses it through her archane.
A switch blade her friend gave to her in the army. She uses this when she doesn't want to make a scene and use her Archane.
Demon/Spirit: N/A
Fighting Style:
She uses her body as a weapon. "Flow with the hits, Roll with the punches" is what her teacher always told her. Her teacher was a Commander whos name she never learned. He was always "Commander" or "Sensei". She learned to fight using many different techniques. Some that even pre-dated the Old War. She uses mainly kicks in her fighting though she uses hits as well (but with the flat of her hand most of the time, not punches). She prefers fighting bare-handed than to fighting with a weapon, though if given difficult circumstances she can sometimes resort to some.
Abilities:
1--White Sun-- This is an augmenting archane used to increase the damage her attacks inflict. Her body is literally covered in a white, near-translucent layer of flame. It is particularly good when she is fighting Dark Archane/Chaos Archane users who they summon demons. The demons are for some reason weak against the fire.
thought activated.
2--Quick Silver-- An augment/weapons archane. Usually used with Marek, her sword, it makes her and her belongings lighter, allowing her to move and attack much quicker than she already could. This archane can only last for a few attacks though and cannot be re-activated automatically.
thought activated.
3--Archane Fury-- An augment once more. Uses up the remainder of her strength and draws on blind anger. Only used in very desperate situations or when she is extremely mad and accidently pulls into it.
thought activated.
Skills:
in the two short year between the time her father was killed and she was drafted into the military, Raz picked up a number of practices mostly frowned upon in society. Hacking and lock-picking are two that have become the most useful.
Stats:
Strength: 7
Defense: 5
Archane: 4
Speed: 8
Mental: 4
Tendencies: Strength/Speed
Other: She enjoys drawing people. She likes to sit in a cafe or meeting place and doodle random people. Its a strange habit she picked up when she was 12 or so and she hasn't been able to shake it. She still finds herself sketching restaurant inhabitants on the corners of napkins.
xp -random character quirk- xp
