Halona Mabel "I'll play nice as long as you help me to cross the bridge but that doesn't mean I'll pull you up after me."
Basic Info
Special Abilities
Appearance Secret :
Halona is usually only in her human appearance in public to avoid unwanted attention. When in this form, she can be described as something of a wild beauty. Slender with a dancer's athletic build, Halona is fair skinned with freckled cheeks. Full lips ascend to high cheek bones and striking amber eyes are framed by sandy blonde hair residing just below her shoulder blade, speckled with bits of moss and any other tidbits the forest happens to drop in. Look down however, and you might spy the a scared brand residing on her back of her left hand, a mark every Ravok slave possesses, half of a black sun. A mighty sore subject she rarely discusses and the mention of it by others makes her hostile and defensive.
Her usual attire is a burgundy cotton dress with a violet vest hugging her middle, in winter she prefers a white wool dress with a snug winter green corset and in warmer weather she appears in a simple white linen chemise. Her feet sport knee length black boots. Over a shoulder is a bow, on her back a quiver on one side and a pack on the other. As a wolf she has a slender and small with long sturdy legs and fluffy fur as equally blonde as in her human form with eyes as amber. Height-wise she's a few inches above the average person's knees. Wounds:
Personality Secret :
Halona is territorial easily agitated when someone sets foot in her territory. She markers her territory well and doesn’t like individuals walking in her front door without permission as it were.
She regards truth highly among other things and as a result she ruffles more than a few feathers with her straightforward nature and brutal honesty. Having always relied on her skill and wit alone, Halona prefers to take her chances solo than depend on a group for safety. Due to her past the Kelvic is particularly hostile to humans in the attempt to mask her otherwise deep rooted suspicion of them, and the nerve-wracking fear they will return her to a life of slavery. Halona takes pride in being a Kelvic for after living with humans in close quarters for the majority of her adolescence, she understands that there are things she could hear they could not, that a certain variety of sudden movements that often caught her eye they remained oblivious to, and further more she knew she possessed a sense of smell so keen, no human could even begin to imagine. Therefore she flaunts her race and in doing so not only unconsciously or perhaps not so unconsciously makes the attempt to attract her bond-mate, but also clings to her sense of individuality she had been deprived of as a slave. Like many Kelvics, Halona is seldom if ever reserved and would merrily parade about starker’s if she didn't observe the universal custom for clothing. If there was one thing Halona had learned in her short childhood, it was self preservation. Having both the self conscious need to survive and the will to do whatever necessary to accomplish that goal, come hell or high water Halona would nearly do anything to preserve her freedom, independence and her life. The concept of loyalty and friendship that fall short of Halona’s three main values would be something she’d hold dear if she trusted another enough to let them in. Her first lesson from her former master, Andrew was never to trust. He made sure of that first with his lies then with his petty excuses to punish her. Lastly with his attempt to murder her in retaliation for her talking back and actively arguing with him threatening his law given authority over her. Curiosity is another value that drives Halona. She likes to know who she is dealing with, how best to survive off nature’s bounties and the social norms of an area so she doesn’t stand out if there’s a need to blend in. She especially interested in other cultures, what languages others speak and the gods various people worship and why. She is somewhat confrontational and aggressive. As she can’t stand to simply fade into the background and let others take charge as she did as a slave. So when it comes to conflict, she's either the one who started it or the one determined to finish it, though it is to be observed that she is sometimes something of a coward slinking away when convenient. Unlike many, she doesn’t perceive cheating as an unfair advantage over another but rather as the ability to use one’s skills wisely. The Kelvic views the weak with disdain, never pity for they unlike her are simply not strong enough to survive and thus will perish given time. She respects the strong but is weary of such individuals as one never knows if they are truly friend or enemy since they have no one to rely upon thus no absolute loyalty.
History Secret :
Halona's mother was a human prostitute in the slums of Ravok. However, she didn't stay with her for long, for at a month old she already appeared to be a three year old child and was walking, talking and eating everything in sight.
The landlord quickly took notice of how the young Kelvic’s eating habits was costing them money and devised a plan to get rid of the little moocher. First they burned her papers proving her citizenship, despite her mother's furious protests then used a connection within the Black Sun to discard her papers there too. Their tracks covered, they sold her into slavery without a second thought. Shortly after being sold, she shifted. Her Kelvic form no longer a mystery, her price tripled at the slave market and she was sold on the auction for seven-hundred gold mizas to a rich merchant family. Her new home was in the noble district and her role was to be a pet to the family’s twelve year old brat, Andrew. At first she found it odd that the family owned no more than one slave but had several servants. In truth it was for the merchant family's social image; to own many slaves was great but to command an army of servants to which you had to pay, made them appear extremely wealthy and ensured no one knew their secrets. Halona never liked her new owner for he was cruel, and though she was young Kelvic she never developed even the lightest of bonds with Andrew. Upon entering her new home the servants swept her aside and laid down the rules, speak when spoken to, be seen not heard and address Andrew as young master at all times. She had always been a bold thing, speaking her mind and expressing her contempt of her “master” to his face. At just two months old, Andrew locked her in her doghouse outside and lit it on fire. It took all the servants in the household to put it out and get her out. Andrew’s mother, Mistress Mabel called a healer of Rak'keli to help Halona recover. It was then Halona learned to fear Andrew for she never spoke her mind in his company again, or did she attempt to do anything to provoke him. For the next year her life revolved around Andrew and his predictable emotions. When he was angry or frustrated as he often was, he took it out on her, if bored she was to do tricks at command to please him, the meager treats she managed to earn ending up as her only meal that day. She was fed when her Andrew felt like it and chained her outside when he grew tired of her, often he left her out there for days, despite the weather too lazy or uncaring to let her back in. There were times Andrew's parents stepped out of their own lives long enough to see how he fared, in doing so they often caught their son mistreating his pet. As mistreating a slave was taboo and would reflect badly on them and their business, they punished him thus he punished her. Halona’s life remained an endless bout of misery for nearly half a year until she had enough. She had always dreamed of freedom, running endlessly as the wolf she was rarely allowed to be into the horizon, no collar, no Andrew just the wind in her fur and the blue open sky. Determined to make her dreams reality, one night, she snuck into the kitchen and took the sharpest knife she could find. Returning to the boy's chambers she clamped a hand over his mouth and put the knife to his throat, ensuring his muffled cries never made it past the bedroom walls. Promising to kill him if he didn't hand over the key to her collar, he promptly handed it over and the Kelvic unlocked it then shifted. It was the second time she had ever shifted without being ordered and it was as if she could taste her freedom at hand. Fleeing the home, she took to the streets. Choice and freedom were unfamiliar words as a pet but for the short time on the streets their meaning became clear. She had the right to do what she wanted to do when she wanted to do it and follows no one's orders but her own. Halona scavenged for less than two days, steering clear of the law, certain her owner's were searching for her. So she kept a low profile, but was captured trying to hitch a ride on a slaver's ship heading out of Ravok. Thrown and locked into a cage, the slavers took the "stupid girl" with them on their long journey to Sunberth along the North Kabrin road. Halfway into the journey the slavers became particularly agitated and nervous, spooking at everything that moved beyond the trail. Noticing this, Halona figured they were passing Syliras the free city she had once heard her owners ranting about. So she screamed as loud and hard as her voice would allow, making as much racket as she could before being gagged. Someone must of her heard her for not twenty chimes had passed before Syliras knights were upon them. Killing the slavers and freeing the slaves, Halona's perspective on humans shifted from all humans were evil malicious being to most of them were. The liberated Kelvic fled into the folds of the Bronze woods not trusting the knights enough to enter their city. Having lived on the meager rations her jailers had provided for over a season, she was desperate for food. So she ate everything in sight, woofing down whatever she could find, be it plants, rotten meat, or insects. Her body had become so accustomed to the bare minimum exercise the slaver's gave her every day, that it couldn't provide the amount of energy it took to search for food and shut her down in a faint. Roused by a gentle tongue she woke up to the delicious smell of fresh meat and two unfamiliar wolves. One was a young white female, named Dawn who was around Halona's own age on the wolf spectrum and the other was an older dark brown male, named Bracken. After wolfing down the food Halona joined their small pack. With Bracken's patience and Dawn's encouragement the Kelvic soon became a proficient hunter herself. In the forest she remained making it her home, surviving alongside her new family. Her disdain for humans so strong, she remained in her wolf form, believing it to be her true self with her human form as a necessity to communicate with others. In reality, Halona parted from her wolf companions shortly after learning the skills to survive, establishing a territory of her own. Why she left was a mystery to herself, it was almost like she was compelled to leave as if in search of something, or someone. |