Character Name— Az'rúvyën, The Eyes Of The Ravens
Created By— Drake Phyre
Concept—
Lifepaths— Born Etharch, Lead to Wilderlands, Wanderer, Huntsman, Forester, Elder
Age— 547
Stats
| Wi | Pe | Ag | Sp | Po | Fo |
| B4 | G4 | G4 | B4 | B4 | B3 |
Attributes
| Hea | Ref | MW | Ste | Hes | Res | Cir | Multi. | Grief |
| B6 | B4 | B9 | B6 | 6 | B3 | B2 | x3.5 | G1 |
| PTGS | Su: B3 | Li: B5 | Mi: B7 | Se: B8 | Tr: B9 | Mo: B9 |
Skills— Call of the Wild G4, Elven Script G4, Etiquette B6, Flight B3, Foraging G4, Forest-Wise G4, Javelin G4, Observation G8, Sing B4, Song of Arbors B4, Song of Paths and Ways G4, Stealthy G8, Threne of the Chameleon G8, Verse of Decision B4
Beliefs
#1 Father has given up on finding Mother, now it falls to me.
#2 All his talk and separating of winged & wingless aside, Father truly cares for all his kin its why he has kept me with my sisters.
#3 I will find Mother and make the ones that separated us pay.
Instincts
#1 When someone asks "What do you think?" says "Have you heard the story of …….. " and tells them a relevant Wise Aphorism.
#2 Stops to talk to all the ravens she sees and asks if they have seen anything of interest.
#3 Prepares to take flight when surrounded.
Gear— Elven (Boots, Clothes, Finery, Journals), Murder's Cloak (Cloak of raven feathers which grants flight and allows the wearer to communicate with ravens.)
Property—
Affiliations— 3D The Daughters of Odrámwë
Reputations— 1D The Eyes of the Ravens
Relationships— Beloved Father: Odrámwë (Powerful, immediate family)
Captured Mother: Elyrië (Significant, immediate family)
Sister: Av'rúvyën (Significant, immediate family)
Sister: Ax'rúvyën (Significant, immediate family)
Spells or Rituals—
Traits— [Char] Born Under the Silver Stars, [Dt] Essence of the Earth, [Char] Fair and Statuesque, [Dt] First Born, [Dt] Grief, [Dt] Keen Sight, [Dt] Etharchal, [Char] Stern, [C-O] Wise Aphorisms, [Dt/C-O] Aura of Calm, [Char] Drop-Dead Gorgeous, [Dt] Essence of the Wind, [Char] Handsome, [C-O] Graceful, [Dt] Alert, [C-O] Plain Faced, [Char] Man of Few Words, [Char] Extreme Claustrophobia
| Weapon Type | I | M | S | Add | VA | WS | Strike Dist |
| Bare Fisted | 2 | 4 | 6 | 2 | 0 | Fast | Shortest |
Weapon Notes
1 Two-handed, may not be used with a shield2 May Great Strike
Stories:
Wingless:
The morning fog clung to the snow draped slopes, the nearby murder relishing it's prey. The purity of the landscape tarnished by the splattering blood from their feasting. Dark feather's rustled from within the shadows of a cliff-side den that overlooked the scene. Cloaked in black feathers a being emerged into the morning light, her musical laughter echoing down the mountainside, clearly bemused by the bickering ravens. The long cloak of raven feathers hung regally from her shoulders, the the beaked hood shading her eye's from the harsh glare. She took in a deep breath of crisp air, her breast rising slowly as she gazed at the clouds longingly. As she sighed, a gentle breeze fluttered her skirt, exposing her legs to the cool air. She pulled her cloak over the corset-like leather vest which guarded her bosom against the chill mountain air. Her moccasin boots crunched softly into the fresh snow as she descended the mountain, her cloak dragging on the snows behind her erasing her trail.
The ravens paused bowing their heads in salutation, as their soft whisper reached her ears "Good morning, Lady Az'rúvyën!"
Smiling, her melodious voice answered them "Good morning my little murder." Their response a crackle of laughter at their naming. They returned to their meal as she passed them by. She walked quietly through the wilderness as she made her way into the valley. As she reached a snow speckled glade, she took a seat upon a small boulder at the edge of a small stream which bisected the clearing. "It's a good thing you have wings or you would be slain. Your noisy enough that a deaf man could hear you approach on foot."
"How is it that everything I do to remain silent on land still gives me away to you." The winged figure spoke as she made her way toward Az'rúvyën, her voice exasperated.
Az'rúvyën smiled at her sister "Its a matter of balance, my dearest Ax'rúvyën. Next time try tucking your wings about your chest under your arms."
"That is surely madness! How would I quickly take to wing if I needed to fight." Ax'rúvyën's horrified face matching the emotion which flew from her lips with her question.
"That is why you are hopeless when earth-bound." a soft sigh emphasized Az'rúvyën's statement, as she answered her sister's confused glare "Ax, consider that you must choose between the ground and sky. What bird would walk when they could fly, sacrifice their flight to stay earth-bound. Consider it a choice between enduring the battle or calling the retreat, there is no middle ground. To sit indeterminately between them is very foolish."
"I do not believe she understands dear sister." Said a disembodied voice belonging to a now materializing young woman unfurling her wings from about her chest. Ax'rúvyën jumped her spear twirling to point at the young woman, Az'rúvyën sat unmoving a smile resting gently on her lips.
"See Az it wouldn't have worked even if I had tucked my wings, you still heard her approach." Ax'rúvyën uttered as she lowered the spear.
"Our dearest sister Av'rúvyën has a rather different issue I'm afraid." Az'rúvyën spoke choking on the laughter she desperately tried to reign in.
"What??? What is my problem?" Av'rúvyën's harsh demand drawing spurts of amused laughter from one sister and confused looks from the other.
"Dear Av, you smell like a laboratory!" Az'rúvyën managed to hold a straight face long enough to utter the words before both she and Ax'rúvyën where crippled by laughter. Their amusement's only audience a pouting Av'rúvyën and an unnoticed shadow drifting just outside of their perception.
