3. Raver Morrison

Raver Morrison


  • Height: 5' 8"
    Weight: 140 lbs.
    Age: No one has ever ventured to ask her. She could be 25, she could be 50. Elf blood will win this battle.
    Body Build: Well toned, Well muscled from years of swinging a blade
    Skin Tone: Pale with a hint of sun kissed gold
    Eyes: Dark Green
    Hair: Black w/ Traces of Silver through out
    Race: Half Elf

    Languages: Narfellian, Common, smattering of Elven (though you'll only hear the elven when she's cursing)
    Recognizable Features: Faded scars up on right cheek, from eye brow down to the crease of her mouth. These have been magically faded, so that they are only visible when she is -trying- to be intimidating, or the person is very close.
    She is rarely seen ungloved, yet when she is, most are surprised at how well her hands are kept. Neat, clean, soft, feminine, a shade of pink usually adorning the nails.

    Personal Equipment : Identifiable Gypsy Camp Militia Armor, Black Armband upon the right arm. Around her neck is a leather thong carrying a beaten, scarred old wedding band. One ring on each hand, the left another wedding band, this one just as plain, but much newer. On the right, she wears a dragon signet, if you look closely, you may see traces of wax where it's also used as her seal.
    When she travels to Peltarch, she wears a heavy black scale armor, said to be made of dragon scales. Don't ask her the story behind it. She'll rip your head off.
    Bastard Sword that she calls Flicker. The story goes that the sword is Bad Luck for it's owner, though Raver's never confirmed or denied the tale. She is, however, never without it.

    When asked, Raver will tell you she's a Warrior. Nothing more, nothing less. The blade she carries is an extension of her arm, her shield, the same. She can be seen practicing both with her troops and alone for hours a day.

    Beneath the guarded exterior is not so much a warm heart, as a loyal one. She does not trust easily, but once she does, it is given. Completely. Once that loyalty is earned, she will be at your back for whatever reason. No questions.
    Betray her, and find out what happens to your back.

    Her heart shows in the way she treats her husband William, and in the way he treats her. Around him, she'll show the softness inside and she usually has a flower he's given her tucked on her belt or pinned to her cloak. She's also more prone to laughter now, especially if he is about.

    Raver has expanded in the past few years, she now thinks not just as a Warrior, but as a Commander. She thinks more now, put more into planning as opposed to running in with blade drawn. It shows in the loyalty her troops show her, and the way she treats them. She's trained them as brothers, as one unit, capable of protecting and going on the offensive.

    She has learned to read and write with the help of the Paladin of Helm, Shane Andryl, and with the aid and backing of the Senator from Peltarch, Aaron Ashald, she speaks with greater care. Choosing both her words, and her thoughts before speaking. Angered, or upset, however… she slips easily back into the barbarian rough speech she has used for many years.
    They say blood tells.
    Once a barbarian, always a barbarian.


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