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Rana Skinchanger (The Crone)

Roleplay: "The Tribes"

Player: fightwolf

Private,   Enabled,   Approved,   Owned


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Synopsis
"I may be blind, but can't you see that we must go this way?"


Description
Character Name: I am Rana Skinchanger, fairest of the Great Puma's daughters.

Sex/Gender/Orientation: Female/Gender Neutral/Pansexual

Age: I am the oldest woman in the world. Thirty-one long, long summers. I have tasted too much blood, yet my face is smooth. They say I haven't aged since my second decade's turn, yet the silver in my hair and eyes says otherwise.

Marital Status: The evil man I married was lost to the righteous wrath of the waves.

Spouse: Garn is feeding the sea lions, but the one I would have wed joins him in those watery halls. I will never see my fair-haired half sister again.

Hair: What was once the color of rocks kissed red by the setting sun is now a snow-kissed silver. I have never cut it. It falls in tangles and dreadlocks to my waist. It holds me in the night like a lover never could.

Eyes: What was once the color of the laughing sea has turned a dark and forbidding gray. The waves turned the color of stone before they ripped the world asunder. I am shattering-survived, but not untouched. These eyes of mine see no longer, though there are several ways of seeing in the world.

Race & Cultural Origins: I am the noble and beautiful second daughter of the Great Puma. We are of the Mountain Lion Tribe, a milky-skinned people with burnt orange hair and pale eyes. We are the proud, patient, silent watchers from the crags and the dark crooks of trees. We are the night-raiders, the morning-hunters, the sun-sleepers. But our mountains are gone. They are flattened by the dark water, the ocean I hate. But I am the new ocean in this land. My eyes will drink and drink and never fill. My hands are the salt sands choking your throat. My family waits to welcome you.

Language: I speak in the fluted, lofty manner of most second-born in the Puma Tribe. All seconds are given to the Sky Lion to study the spiritual arts from birth. I claim the Great Puma as my father, but truly, the chief who was my sire seemed to always be across the room. I dabble in the mysteries, syntactical and otherwise. If you manage to break past my priestess's raiment, however, you might find that my voice changes key.

Height: I am tall for a woman of the world but not for the Puma Tribe. We are a lithe and sinewy race, made for leaping with our familiars from crag to crag.

Weight/Body Structure/Physical Faults:  Like I stated earlier, I am lean. An unkind person would refer to me as gaunt. Thirty-one years collects many scars. There are stretch marks about my womb, but I do not wish to speak of that. The red rake of my familiar's claws has left me striped like his great fiery cousins, but I bear his marks with grace.


Personality
Hobbies/Likes/Loves: Climbing. Hunting. Running. Weaving from shadow to shadow under dark conifers. ––anything of a carnal nature.

Dislikes/Loathes/Fears: Birds. Mice. Weakness. Wantonness. These may be words oft repeated, but I fear that all my struggle will have been all for naught––that I am a delusional shade of my people and that this quest is a folly of my own personal grief. 

Turn Ons: The unexpected. 

Turn Offs: The simple.


Equipment / Abilities
Strengths: Your soul is open to me. You cannot hide the small movements of your face––the twitches around your mouth, your eyes, the way your neck muscles jump when you're surprised. I am silent, strong, and do not hide behind the face with the blind eyes. There is a lion behind you.

Weakness: I have not laughed in a long while. I do not trust to love again. Ahem. Please forget I said that. ...when I lurk behind the eyes of my human self, I cannot see.

Good Qualities: I am strong and beautiful, serious, wise, and driven.

Bad Habits: I tend to be severe, dogmatic, and, shall we say, unromantic?

Talents: Alienating others yet still managing to lead the way. I can handle a long spear better than any man.


History
Parents/Elders/Guardians: They are all dead to age. That is one blessing of my many years; I did not have to watch my mother drown. She was a second child as well and taught me all I know about splitting souls.

Siblings/Friends: Like all the rest, they are dead. Briar, my sweet half-sister, bastard-born of my father... Some would say our forbidden incest had doomed her to judgment, but I was ever the older and wiser. That hard older brother of mine, Luk, no one saw his grimaces, the harsh twists of his fingers on my skin behind the tent flap... Well, he would have been meant to survive. But he did not, either. And after I was wed, after I aged and aged and aged, never to fall, never to sheathe my claws––no one friends the one thought next to pass on. My only friend is––

Animal Familiar: Raw. We Puma's are of few words and long glances and without-warning teeth. He is the same, ever the same. Over the years, I have watched my lion-man change from yellow cub to strange dark dun, from russet and silver to stone-washed white. He is the silent shadow at my back. The claws holding me to my bed at night, lest I float away and dream. What we have is not love, because how could I ever love myself, wretched and lonely, wise and cracked thing that I am? When I twist a bunch of his hair I wear on a thong about my neck, I see through the umber flames of his eyes.

Enemies: No cat suffers a bird upon its shoulder.

Beliefs/Religion: The Animal is a mercurial master to serve. The Cougar is one of Zis many faces. Ze is he. Ze is she. Ze is even it. As am I. Little whispered, but we would live long, endlessly long lives without our familiars. I am a soul-cutter. A dream-seer. I take a fluttering heart in my hands and slice it with chipped off pieces of razor-flint. I can make you one with the beast. And I feel a pull, a deep, groaning urge, to move, to walk, to wander, and that is why I blame myself for the deaths of all my people. I am the sacrosanct second daughter of The Great Puma, long-lived and shattering-survived, and my power brought the islands together so I could walk and watch through a mountain lion's eyes.

Dreams/Life Goals: One day, I will find the source of this accursed affliction of mine. No one can wield such powers of life and death without the knowledge of how or why they have them. I will bring others to witness the Animal. We are all going to meet the Source. 


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