❝ The most beautiful people I've known are those who have known trials, have known struggles, have known loss, and have found their way out of the depths. ❞
I am Rayen Blodwen
But I demand that you call me No one's really given me any
I'm not that old, I am about 201, but in human years I'm about twenty
Are you blind? I'm obviously a nephilim
Here's an easy one, I'm straight
You really want to know that? Fine, I was born June 13th
X X ❝ M o v i n gXXXo n. ❞
Do the measurements, I'm (height)
I don't look it, I know, but I'm 5'4"
I suppose I have to say every last detail, my hair is auburn, usually more brown than red
Look closer, my eyes are crystal blue
Of course you can't see them, I hide them. I have a scar on my face I try to hide with my hair
X X❝ I ' m Xs e l f i s hXb e c a u s eXIXc a nXb e . ❞
I want a slave with leather
Painted red and lime - anything else doesn't matter
And a few other things, like shield, crescent moon, sword - and Eysteinn wants a heart for some reason
X X❝ I fXy o uXm u s tXk n o wXm o r e. ❞
People say I tend to be Well, I'm a bit...confused right now. Before the incident, I was actually very outgoing and cheerful, it took a lot to bring me down at all. I wasn't exactly an optimist, just...I liked to be happy and find reasons to be, that's all. Afterwards, though...I hate to go out in public, absolutely loathe it, and I'm constantly afraid now, though I do my best to hide it. I guess...I guess you could say I lost my spark along with everything else and I miss it, I hate how I am now. I don't like being so scared and sad all the time, it isn't...me. I still have quite a temper if you rile me, though, and I can't help but be curious. It actually distracts me at times, poking my nose into things, finding new subjects to learn about, and I'm glad I haven't fallen so far into depression that I can't find any joy in life. I still can, I know I'm down there somewhere...I just need help finding myself again.
You're so nosy. Fine, I will tell you that I'm actually not a direct nephilim - my grandmother was a human and my grandfather was an angel. My mother was the result of that pairing and my father is a human. Hence why I don't have wings like most nephilim, or my mother, had, and can't do all super-powerful things. I'm an only child and my family was quite wealthy. I was raised in the lap of luxury and very sheltered from the outside world, though that isn't the same as being naive. My father thought it important I know what mankind was like, what the world was like, and so I learned and studied and read and watched just about everything I could get my hands on. I was tutored at home and made friends when I began to grow old enough to go out to town on my own, meeting people my own age. I was far from lonely, having my family and friends, always busy with schoolwork or going out. We traveled quite a bit as well, though always came back to our home estate that had been in my grandmother's family for generations.
The aging thing was a bit odd...I think I'm about two hundred, but in human years I'm only in my twenties. I have a very horrid sense of time, to be honest.
About five years ago, when we returned from a trip, we found that a clan of kobolds had claimed their land for themselves. My mother drove them off with her powers and refused any attempts to buy the land from us. They began to grow nasty - kobolds aren't known for their temper - and soon attacked our estate. The first few times they were unsuccessful, our guards driving them off. One night, however, they came in greater number and decimated our defenses, using their shaman's black magic against any wards my mother and I had erected. In the chaos, my mother was killed trying to defend me and my father ran away, leaving me to the mercy of the kobolds. They put a curse on me, this horrid black thing covering my left eye, but I don't know what it is, what it might do to me...nothing. I don't even know if my eye is still there or destroyed completely.
I still have nightmares, seeing my mother's broken and bloody wings spread out on the floor in front of me when she tried to shield me. One of the remaining golems, Eysteinn. rescued me and escaped. I still have access to my family's money, although the kobolds destroyed my ancestral home out of spite and took our lands. Appealing to any higher human authority was pointless and so I seek vengeance of my own. I travel around the globe, having a few homes here and there, but usually staying in penthouses and suites to avoid notice, trying to gather support among the supernatural species. I've had limited success, as most seem to think we deserved it and were too weak to keep it, therefore we lost it fair and square. Eysteinn decided that I needed someone else to protect me, and to keep me company besides him and the occasional maid. And so he took me to this Hotel, in the hopes of finding someone. Ostensibly a bodyguard, but he and I both have our secret hopes.
Quit bothering me, I'll say that I like:
ღ reading
ღ traveling
ღ classic rock
ღ furry animals
ღ actual conversations
I'll tell you that I don't like:
✘ violence
✘ bugs
✘ hiding
✘ borrowing things
✘ when people stare
X X❝ F i n a l l y ,XW e ' r eXn e a r i n gXt h eXe n d. ❞
A few last things so you don't ask any more questions, I can do a lot? I'm faster and stronger than an average human. I can also levitate for some time, but it takes a lot of energy. I'm very sensitive to another's emotions, sometimes to the point of an empathetic link. I have the ability to either heal a wound or worsen it, though I rarely use either.
Yes, there is some side things, like I'm incredibly self-conscious of the mark on my face and do everything I can to hide it - I've resorted to wearing my bangs over that side of my face, as makeup doesn't do anything. I'm also lonely and while I need a bodyguard, I'm hoping to find a companion as well. I'm also a ghostwriter for a mystery series and have published a few books on my own under a pseudonym. I can also ignore people quite well if they're annoying me.
The person that works my mind is not me, but Color Me Fubar
