Aurora Hook

[Aurora Hook]

Aurora Hook Appearance Race: Kelvic. Gender: Female. Age: 3 years. Birthday: 31, Winter, 510 Birthplace: Ravok. Appearance: Aurora looks like an older teenaged woman, perhaps appearing as young as seventeen and as old as nineteen. She stands tall at Six-foot-two and weighs a good One-hundred fourty-three pounds. Her body is lean from her years of tight exercise and feeding regimens. Her hair is a vibrant orange with darker streaks, usually in wild tangles and, if brushed and straightened, it would reach a few inches passed her shoulders, but it appears to be only just passed her chin in its natural state. Her eyes are large and gleaming yellow with round pupils. Though not large enough to stick out of her mouth, half-inch long, sharp incisors can be easily spotted the moment she opens her mouth. Scars cover her back and atop her right hand there is half of a black sun burned into the flesh. Aurora often looks like a cornered animal. She has a wild look in her eyes that make it seem as though she may lash out at any moment, and sometimes she just might. Her steps are usually soundless and there is a certain grace behind her alert and cautious actions. If you pay close attention, you’ll notice an artificial left-handed façade, and even closer reveals right-handed preference. As all Kelvics do, Aurora has an animal form. Hers is a five-foot long, two-foot eight inches tall at the shoulder, one-hundred seventy pound Bengal Tigress. Scars run up and down her back and a somewhat distorted, black half-sun is burned into the back of her right forepaw. A deep growl often resonates from deep within her chest to ward off any threats she may feel. This tigress can run in short bursts up to fifty-three miles an hour, and has the power to break bones under her paws. Character Concept Aurora is untrusting and uncaring for others. She doesn’t even understand that others feel anything at all. She believes everyone else is just there, and she’s the only one who can feel, emotionally and perhaps physically. She hates Ravok and The Voice and she loathes the god that she was always taught all about; Rhysol. They are all just made to cause her misery. In fact, Aurora believes Gods are worse than people, allowing her to be tortured by the people she knew. She believes that gods exist, but she hates them and refuses to pray to them. Aurora is urged by this pull to find something. Someone. She feels a deep hatred for her slavers, with a deep seeded need for freedom. Never having been allowed to bond, she doesn’t actually understand what a bondmate is. She feels a resentment for the poor way she has been treated, even though she never knew a different life. She doesn’t know love or compassion. She does know the rumors about the Syliran knights. Guardians of Syliras. Not sure where to go, Syliras became her destination. Indeed, she even fancies the thought of being a knight, herself. In all honesty, Aurora was driven a bit insane. Like any big cat kept in terrible conditions with nothing to do, she almost constantly just wants to sink her teeth into something. Preferably alive. She has little knowledge of laws and taboo, she had never cared to pay attention to it all, but she liked learning about the more violent aspects of the world. She can be set off quite easily and, without a real moral compass to guide her, she would attack with no more reason than because she felt like it. Character History Aurora was a bred slave, it was only by some strange luck that she was born a Kelvic. A couple named Blake and Julie Drewson bought her knowing what she was. Their plan was to make her into a deeply obedient guard. Knowing that the bond is stronger after maturing, they brought servants in and out constantly, all of which were meant to teach her and whip her if she did wrong. They had no particular names for her, each servant came in usually calling her by whatever they felt like. Aurora rarely had patience for their teachings. It was all extremely boring to her. She didn’t want to learn about some god. She didn’t care about their culture. The only things that really interested her at all were tales of other places. It was only every once in a while that she got a kinder tutor who let her chose what she wanted to learn about. Perhaps it was not for the best, though, as she started demanding her choice of what to hear about. Her choices often involved things about animals, plants and places. Of course, she could never ignore any moments where the tutors would show her how to wield a sword. It was rare, but they did want her to be a guard. She didn’t want to know the history of Ravok, she wanted to listen to the tales of battles and war. Soon she was practically obsessed with the Syliran knights, though she had little to learn of them where she was. When she was hardly a year old, her place in a dark room was driving her mad. She needed to be moving, to run and jump, and to hunt. Her masters allowed her to wander their home, a somewhat large place for the floating city, but to leave was unheard of. Windows were nothing compared to the pull that she felt. She was taught to stay, at the time she thought it was all she could do. She dreamed, but stayed put. Every day it drove her madder and madder. Her cabin fever made her antsy and snappy. The tutors found it more and more dangerous to be around her. She began to regularly lash out at them whenever they tried to punish her. They told her masters, but they never really interacted with her. They were saving that for the day they wanted to have her bond to one of them. Then she was three when they truly approached her. The problem was, they really hardly knew anything about the bonding process of a Kelvic and assumed that it would just work when they wanted it to. Except it didn’t. Aurora was untrusting of them, after all, they were only there to make her miserable. Unsatisfied, they thought to punish her. Furious and already dying to fight something, to get her need to hunt out, she lashed out in the form of a tigress. It is an understatement to say they didn’t survive the attack. After realizing what she’d done, and knowing enough of the culture to realize what they would do to her when they found out, she took money and whatever she figured she needed and left the house in a hurry, thinking up a name on her way out and beginning her journey. Language Fluent Language: Common. Basic Language: Feline. Poor Language: N/A Skills Skill EXP Total Proficiency Hunting 15# SP 15# Novice Foraging 10# SP 10# Novice Sword Combat 5# SP 5# Novice Unarmed Combat 10# RB, 20# SP 30# Competent Lores Lore of History of War Lore of Religion: Rhysol Possessions 1 Set of Clothing -Simple Shirt -Simple Pants -Simple Undergarments -Simple Cloak -Simple Boots -White Gloves. 1 Waterskin (Full) 1 Backpack which contains: -Comb (Wood) -Brush (Wood) -Soap -Razor -Balanced Rations (1 Week’s Worth) -1 eating knife -Flint & Steel 599 Gold Mizas Heirloom: A small book containing an assortment of fairy tales. Housing Location: Ravok. Housing: Tarsin's Boarding House. Ledger Purchase Cost Total Starting +100 GM 100 GM Shelter Cash-in +500 GM 600 GM Gloves -1 GM 599 GM (Note: "(?)" Means that the thread is ongoing and something may change. I.E. Haggling, gambling, etc., but the item is set to be kept in later threads.) Thread List Thread name Company Day Finished? Drinks and Thunder and Youth, Oh my! Alanna Higgins Spring 30 No Ignorance and hypnotism Russell Wood Spring 23 No Just gotta get out of here. Daegron Spring 22 Yes