Character Name: Rodia Raventear
Race: Norn
Gender: Female
Profession: Ranger
Apparent age: 28
Hair: Braided rows; Dark Brown/Black
Skin: Tan
Appearance details: Blue tattoos in the pattern of raven wings
Religious beliefs/philosophy: Raven: Cunning, Swiftness... "Let Raven's wings guide my arrow."
OOC Intro:Amongst all my characters, Rodia Raventear was the first I created. She's essentially the GW2 version of my GW1 character. While I never consider any of my characters my 'main,' Rodia, by far, holds a special place in my heart.
RolePlay Brief Story:
The child's cry echoed through the mountains in the eerie silence that quickly followed the battle. Her father's limp, lifeless body lay bleeding next to his fallen opponent. She crawled through the red snow, collapsing onto him. "Father? You got him! Awaken! Awaken!" After a moment, her brow furrowed as anger took root. She clenched her father's dagger, lunged at the killer's body, and began repeatedly stabbing the carcass, screaming and sobbing hysterically, angerly, bitterly, defiantly.--------
Rodia awoke from the same childhood nightmare she had every night of her life since the tragedy. In parallel, she glanced around the dimly lit brig she had occupied for countless nights. Her only visitors had been her captors, the crew aboard this pirate ship. It was only within the first few nights had she visited the captain's cabin in luxury; now, she lay on sully and soiled rags, the vile stench of rancid human waste filling her lungs and soaking her tattered clothes. As the door creaked open, silhouetted by the next violator, Rodia's brow furrowed and her fists clenched, defiantly. This man would be the last to have his way with her. Rodia screamed and leaped ferociously at the man, who, used to woman's complacency was quickly forced to the ground. Rage, anger, hated spew forth from her like lava as she beat the man to death.
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Her silhouette stood, defiant over the captain. Blood soaked the man's shirt where an arrow protruded from his shoulder. The woman had searched for this particular captain for a great while. She had boarded his vessel and slowly and methodically earned the respect of the crew with her prowess and ruthlessness. There was not a man on board who didn't wish he could bed her, so when the invitation arose, the captain was more than eager. Rodia glowered at the man as she ran her hand to unfasten his breaches. The captain squirmed beneath her, pleading and begging. Rodia reached into her belt pulling out her father's dagger. She grinned as she retrieved the captain's manhood and positioned her blade. "You won't be using this to hurt anyone else... ever again!"
Childhood:
Having died during childbirth, Rodia never knew her mother. Reaching of age, Rodia accompanied her father on a wild hunt, who perished along with his foe in a hard fought battle Rodia remembers to this day. It was a tragedy that hardened and strengthened her. Afterwards, she was then raised as a child of the tribe, learning everything she could before eventually setting out on her own.
Recent history:
Rodia has just finished a lifelong quest for vengeance against those that held her captive. Sinking into a bout of depression, Rodia was a bit hesitant to answer the call to arms in the battle against the elder dragons. However, having gotten thrown into the mix, her skill at precision and speed has earned her extensive reputation as a lone wolf that can 'get the job done.' She has since been recruited for extended missions for the Order of Whispers & the Pact. Only recently has she emerged from her seclusion to help fight the threat of the mordrem, and as such, has been recognized as a confident leader - regardless of the desirability of solitude.
Personality:
Rodia is a natural leader, but often her distant demeanor doesn't allow for trust from those that follow her. She has a take-charge attitude that can be off-putting to some, and a gaze that can command without saying a word. Those closest to her can attest to her amazingly warm heart, albeit her hard exterior often deflects such attempts to penetrate it...
Notable relationships:
She has no familiar relations, and only a short list of close companions she views as partners, rather than friends. During her journey, there has been no time to take a romantic approach to anyone, especially given her past with men.
Favored alcoholic beverage:
Having grown into a more isolated adolescence, Rodia often feels buffoonish when drinking and worries greatly it would affect her marksmanship if waylaid. "Living for yourself is not easy; one must keep their wits about them."
Favored food: Generally toasted bread and boar meat is a go-to favorite of hers.
Favored weather or season: Winter, fridged like the Shiverpeaks. Especially, she noted, when the challenge to compensate for wind variables comes into play. It gives her great pleasure to fire an arrow upward and into such winds and have it strike down perfectly onto a distant opponent.
Favored weather or season: Winter, fridged like the Shiverpeaks. Especially, she noted, when the challenge to compensate for wind variables comes into play. It gives her great pleasure to fire an arrow upward and into such winds and have it strike down perfectly onto a distant opponent.
Favored color: White/Dark Blue/Turquoise
