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 Posted: Sun Nov 20, 2011 9:50 pm
So I'll be working on my character here. Feel free to input ideas/critiques/comments!
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Posted: Sun Nov 20, 2011 10:11 pm
 Username: Talon StarDrifter
Character Name: Raederle Anuin, formerly Tristan Rahl
Species: Turned Chaos Child
Gender: Female
Age: She hasn't really kept track and couldn't remember if she wanted to; she was Turned as a young adult
Biography: Tristan was born in the wee hours of the morning in a small village called Hed. It was an easy birth, or so the midwives told her parents, Stael and Rhea. Infinitely grateful to have a child at last, Stael and Rhea wouldn't have cared either way; they finally had their dream child and that was enough. They raised Tristan to be polite, caring, and thoughtful. Tristan took to their love like a fish to water; she was naturally quiet, passionate and thoughtful, which suited her parents to a t. Generally Tristan caused little problems or concerns for her parents; she played quietly in the small garden out front, rarely venturing beyond the confines of the tiny wooden fence that surrounded their extremely modest property. The siren calls of the neighborhood children fell on deaf ears; for all intents and purposes, her tiny home and garden was Tristan's world. She had no interest in befriending the rowdy neighbors' children, and the vastness of the world beyond the wooden fence scared her.
As she grew older, Tristan lost some of her fear and decided to venture beyond her normal self-made boundaries. Slowly, she became familiar with the town she'd grown up in but had never seen. She grew more and more confident each time, going so far as to make a friend here and there. People were perplexed at first; who was this strange young girl? They began to recognize her and engage in conversation, trying to draw her words out when Tristan failed to give them willingly. Mostly, Tristan simply gave them a quiet smile and wandered away, intent on finding the purpose of this thing or that structure. Words failed to interest her as the world was so enthralling that she just wanted to observe, touch, smell, and, at times, taste, which didn't always work out too well for her poor tongue. After a while, Tristan was simply the strange young child who like to keep to herself and preferred the company of inanimate items and silent creatures to the presence of actual people besides her parents, who'd never been able to produce another child.
During her teenage years, Stael and Rhea tried to persuade their daughter to take more of an interest in worldly things like clothes, friends, and suitors. They were tired of their beloved daughter romping with animals all day and climbing trees all night and wished for her to become a part of the real world. Tristan obeyed unwillingly but quietly, unable to defy the parents she'd loved for so long. She began to attend the small parties hosted by bachelors, began to parade around the village with her mother, dressed in her best clothes and her sweetest smile plastered to her face. Heads began to turn - not because she was exceptionally beautiful, but because people recognized her as the reclusive, quiet young girl from not too long ago. A suitor or two expressed interest and Stael and Rhea were thrilled. Given the choice of this suitor or that one, Tristan swallowed thickly and shrugged, stating she didn't care and would it really make a difference? She didn't want to be married yet, possibly never, but that was what her parents wanted and she could hardly deny them the pleasure of seeing their only child taken care of before they died. Confused but determined, Stael and Rhea chose the young man named Raul and the marriage was set several months down the road. Tristan was twenty two.
The night she found out she was to be married to Raul, Tristan accepted this news quietly and sadly, hiding her sadness as she was wont to do when it concerned her parents' wishes. That night after dinner, Tristan excused herself to take a walk. Stael and Rhea, unconcerned that any danger would beset their daughter in their peaceful little village, said good bye and do be back by a reasonable hour, honey. Smiling somewhat forlornly, Tristan stepped out and quickly made her way to the edge of the village, intent on going farther than she had before. For just a few minutes, Tristan wanted to be free again. And she was. She walked far enough that the village was barely a glowing smudge on the horizon. The wild, untamed grasses tickled her ankles beneath the folds of her dress and she smiled, thinking this some new game. Tristan knelt to see if the blades of grass were any good for weaving when something struck her from behind, silently, quickly, violently. Thrown onto her stomach, face pressed into the dry dirt, Tristan felt the sudden, incredible urge to be sick before she passed out.
She awoke to several concerned faces peering over her, shaking her awake, gently slapping her face. Unable to recollect anything from the night before, Tristan merely shrugged and was escorted home, all the while feeling dizzy and disorientated. Despite her parents' urging to rest, Tristan was frequently plagued by insomnia for several weeks after, never quite able to shake off the feeling of nausea and unease that had afflicted her since the night she fainted. She began to have strange surges of fury that she fought at first, but as the bouts came more and more frequently, Tristan more often than not gave the anger an outlet by shouting at her parents or whoever happened to be nearby, throwing things and being more subject to have fits. No one knew what to do; this was an utterly new and radically different Tristan and they weren't well equipped to deal with this new person who wore Tristan's face, spoke in her voice, but completely failed to channel Tristan as they knew her.
One day, seeking help from an apothecary while sober, Tristan was dismayed to find a tear in the cuff of her new dress. Despite it being reliatively new, it was her favorite dress, and the unreasonableness of the tear in her absolute most favorite dress in the whole word just sent her over the edge. But this temper tantrum was different from the others: this time, she didn't physically throw things; things levitated of their (seemingly) own free will and began smashing against walls, hurtling towards bystanders and shedding innocent blood. Tristan screamed and raged, mowing down those who thought to restrain her with magic. Magic lashed against the nearby buildings, cracks spidering across walls, windows exploding, people crying out and running or falling. It was a complete disaster.
When Tristan finally came back to herself, the village was empty. Blood was smeared across almost every surface, any and all objects lay scattered on the ground, broken, destroyed by her power. Power? What... And suddenly she knew that she was like what she had only heard in stories, despite how impossible the scenario seemed. She'd never heard of anyone developing their powers so late in life, but the evidence against her was insurmountable. Struggling out of the ruins of what had once been her village, Tristan found the villagers, her neighbors, her parents, standing solemnly beyond the outer limits of the tiny village. Not one person welcomed her with open arms. Not Stael, not Rhea, not a single person. Beyond the standing villagers lay the injured who'd born the brunt of her power and survived. As far as the confused, lost, frightened Tristan could tell, no one had died, but she could not be sure. One by one, the villagers pointed into the distance. They did not hate Chaos Children, but they could not condone her actions, involuntary as they might have been. Tristan's eyes found Stael, found Rhea, but did not find their returning gazes merciful and forgiving. Instead, their gazes were empty, as if they beheld a stranger. And she was a stranger, to them, to the world, to herself. With nothing left to say, nothing she could say, Tristan silently turned away and started to walk, pausing once as she considered turning back to beg for mercy, but the chaos inside her consumed her once more and she stumbled off, never to return to the home she'd destroyed. Shortly after, she changed her name to Raederle Anuin, a name she felt, in both madness and lucidity, suited her better.
Raederle still wanders the vast land, half mad, half sane.
Habits/Quirks: Since she was turned, Raederle has the habit of talking to herself - or rather, people she thinks are there. Sometimes, however, there is actually someone there, something of magical origins that ordinary people can't see, so they think she's talking to herself. It doesn't help that she speaks in broken sentences when she's having a particularly difficult time staving off the insanity. Raederle will also sometimes blindly trust a random stranger who clearly has bad intentions, all the while being highly distrustful of those genuinely trying to help her. Sometimes, in her mad state, Raederle will stop to stare at the sky for no explicable reason.
Powers: Due to the recency of her possession, Raederle is still coming to terms with her power. The sudden power confuses her and is largely the reason for her insanity. While unstable, Raederle's powers wreak havoc on her body, sometimes prompting a sudden change in appearance; every so often she'll mark with dull interest the appearance of some new animal part in place of her human limbs. However, while lucid, Raederle experiments cautiously with her powers, trying to dominate the power's hold on her and keep herself from slipping away. This usually ends badly, however. If something she tries doesn't go her way, her short temper reveals itself in a contemptuous abuse of magic on innocent bystanders. The sudden flow of powerful magic tips her back into insanity's arms and then she'll be gone for a while, until the next lucid moment and attempt at controlling her powers.
Weapons: In her travels, Raederle somehow obtained a chakram. This is her main and only weapon, not counting her power. Mostly she'll use it as a melee weapon, but sometimes has the presence of mind to use it as the long distance weapon it was meant to be. So far, she has not altered it with magic.
Anything Else: She has an unnatural fascination with the sky.
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Posted: Sun Nov 20, 2011 10:13 pm
Not sure if she should be a child or an adult; a child would mean her powers manifested quickly and drove her mad quickly - if an adult, she's either been crazy for a long time or just recently did. If she is an adult, I need a damn good reason why she doesn't have a male Chaos Child as protector.
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Posted: Sun Nov 20, 2011 10:29 pm
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Posted: Mon Nov 21, 2011 12:06 am
And if anyone would like for their male Chaos Child to be Raederle's protector, let me know.
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Posted: Mon Nov 21, 2011 5:10 pm
I'm interested. What did you have in mind?
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Posted: Mon Nov 21, 2011 5:56 pm
Some Badass Name I'm interested. What did you have in mind?
Well, I've planned for her to be half insane because of her lack of control over her powers. And because she has no protector. I need to think of a reason why she doesn't have one currently. I'll be asking Silent if it's all right that Raederle didn't get possessed until she was older, making her slightly more unstable than a female Chaos Child already would be.
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Posted: Mon Nov 21, 2011 6:41 pm
Ah, okay. I'm still working out the kinks to my two characters as well. I'm waiting for the response to the age thing. Oh, and I need names.
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Posted: Mon Nov 21, 2011 7:02 pm
Names? Are they both males?
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Posted: Mon Nov 21, 2011 7:05 pm
No, I'll be having one male (assumingly the protector of your character) and one female. I'm also thinking of making them twins.
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Posted: Mon Nov 21, 2011 7:11 pm
Ooh, that should be interesting. Would you like name suggestions?
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Posted: Mon Nov 21, 2011 8:05 pm
Sure, if you've got 'em. I'm still not sure yet, and I'll be working on them soon. Did you have any suggestions for what kind of protector your character should be matched up with? And I know you're still waiting to see if they would have met up prior to the start of the role play.
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Posted: Mon Nov 21, 2011 9:10 pm
Oh ho ho~
Male:
Eliard
Duac
Rood
Danaan
Coryn
Nyroc
Corleu
Remiel
Rath
Cyric
Female:
Rea
Luneau
Faraday
Rainer
Wistala
Jizara
Irelia
Celty
Well, Raederle's protector should be patient and relatively comfortable with his powers. After all, he will have to deal with a crazy, confused girl, possibly a small one, depending on what age I make her. Or we could make things interesting: he could be short of temper like she is, and they'll squabble all the time - when she has the presence of mind to do so. Raederle's got trust issues, so that should be fun.
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Posted: Mon Nov 21, 2011 9:52 pm
Hmmm.... I like Remiel... I'm still not sure about the female. Something just makes me want to use Adrian (a common name I use for my female characters).
Also, I'm about to figure out the male character. So far, his sister is very tempermental, and he shall be patient. Right now, I have it so that they are on their way to finding your character, but that can change just as easily as you tell me to, since its all one big work in progress.
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Posted: Mon Nov 21, 2011 9:56 pm
I can't remember where I heard Remiel... I think it's a biblical name. But it is rather nice, and I've used it before.
I think your characters being on their way to find Raederle would be a perfect way to start the role play, on our end, at least. I'll be fine tuning Raederle, now that Silent's answered a few of my questions.
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