Application: Ravenna Perennial

Character name, first and last: Ravenna Perennial.
Character race: -Not sure yet (not Stygian)
Character age: -Yet to decide. But I would wager around:37-32
Clan you intend for your character to join: Dyma.
Class: Guardian - Tempest.

Character description: (Her description is embedded in the background)

Character background:
Born in utter disgrace and filth on the gutter of one of the main cities. Scarred at birth, an ominous presence was evolving.
Living under the minimum of known existence. When age came along, the abuse became harder.
Violated by the affinity she was supposed to hold so dear. No name was given, only addressing her with words of profanity. The so called father didn't only violate and ruptured veins of misfortune in her, a total neglectance was present all the time. The image of her mother wasn't better. A rain of battery and was the everyday bread in this small cottage. The blood from her painted the canvas which was the house.Sometimes on nights, when twilight obscured peoples sight she ran out. Building bridges with meaningless words. Building sandcastles just to see it wither away. So was her nights. Each night when she ran out was a clandestine hope for death. Though, that night never came. Sometimes it felt that it would be easer to fall that flutter in the air with these wings so week and torn.Sometimes it feels it would be easier to cease or never been born at all. Night time come at last.
Something was growing...
At the age of seventeen, she escaped the grasp of chaff and malice. At the gates of the royal army she stood in white clad disgusting mess. Knees scarred, as her birth, and how she did plea for being taken in to their humble embrace.
So came the days. She was trained to protect her fellow comrades and reek havoc upon the enemies with mighty halberds, tridents and polearms. As she progressed and excelled over all others in her group, she evolved into mastering her long weapons and focusing on that. The trades of protecting others was there, but, not at heart. Days became weeks, weeks became months, and finally the years stared to take it's toll. Everyday she was reminded
to praise the invisible God. All she saw was air which people polluted with their turncoat tounges and ravenous intent.
She obeyed no God. No, she followed the leader which earn her respect. The aim of her life was the total annihilation
and obliteration against people who sought aghast upon her and the kindred souls which she cared about. A simple and malicious goal. On her spare time she was alone, didn't talk to anyone unless spoken to. She didn't meet any friends, though she talked to people when needed. An seemingless empty gaze she had while walking about the shady streets. Baggers and blackhanded thiefs who tried to inflict harm upon her often met a gruesome end.
The gates where open. The training was done.
With pumping guile and mischief and armed with nothing she went out to see whatever was for her.
Agile and lithe, for her muscular body, she fled the stronghold and strived out her new destiny.
Then again, destiny wasn't in her vocabulary, no, she called it coincidence and serendipity.
Tabula rasa, the book has just begun...

Miscelleanous: Alignment; Empty, evil (not in that aspect which you think).

Your characters reason to want to join: ...a new start for something great. Though, that has yet to be seen. At the gates close by the clan walls she stands. Knocking...

(( very creative application I must say ))
The very large gates wrought from steel stood towering above and only further up still did the granite wall end, the guards patrolling ontop of there, a few faces good be seen leaning over the edge to peer down upon her as she stood knocking and then a hatch opened infront of her and behind it two green eyes stared at her, a females voice in heavy cimmerian accent spoke from behind the barrier. Whom seeks entry to Kathia and to what purpose?

I like this. I am sure our characters will become enemies in misery.

I really liked this application hope you get in well done ...

Saze

Rashad wrote:

(( very creative application I must say ))
The very large gates wrought from steel stood towering above and only further up still did the granite wall end, the guards patrolling ontop of there, a few faces good be seen leaning over the edge to peer down upon her as she stood knocking and then a hatch opened infront of her and behind it two green eyes stared at her, a females voice in heavy cimmerian accent spoke from behind the barrier. Whom seeks entry to Kathia and to what purpose?

She looked down to the ground, kicked a few pebbles away just to see them tumbling about. A small snicker was heard as she spoke with a low, rather silent torn voice as she was lost to apathy; Seek? Oh, yes...of course." A few deep breaths was also heard. Eyes looking 'pon the wall, a sigh, a try; I am rather lost you can say. I heard about a clan who needed some assistance perhaps."
Assistance, she thought. That was a lie. Aimlessly she had been walking now for a few days just to encounter some more populated areas, like this. She had seen people going about, looking at her and whispering. And now she was here. "I rather let the truth speak. Years have been passed in a spectrum of lies. I am lost, I have no where to go. I want to start over. I saw this place which, for once, looked...nice." That last word was hard to say. Only time in years she sad something 'nice'. Last time was when she trusted that target dummy so hard that some observers got her trident embedded in their flesh. "I seek entry to start a new chapter."

The green eyes eyed her up and down and the hatch slid shut for a moment, muffled words carrying through the thick steel but impossible to make out. Then the hatch opens again. You will be escorted until a Dorini has chosen you. If you try to stray away from your escort you will be killed, do you accept these terms?

Rashad wrote:

The green eyes eyed her up and down and the hatch slid shut for a moment, muffled words carrying through the thick steel but impossible to make out. Then the hatch opens again. You will be escorted until a Dorini has chosen you. If you try to stray away from your escort you will be killed, do you accept these terms?

She smirked at the thought of death; Killed you say? Here is where we part ways in philosophy. I tend to embrace death as the final resort. A final plunge into the see of retribution. But for your question, you emerald eyes, I won't stray until I see what I am being led to."
Voice was still low as her gaze flickered'pon the gate.

(( i like it. Welcome aboard. ))

A narrow of the eyes told that the face that was hidden frowned and a bit irretated voice spoke. I'll take that as a yes then. There was a creak and then a groan of metal, from somewhere high above teh monotone clank of machinery moving and then a door, it's frame nearly invisible from the larger gate itself swung open giving passage through. On either side of the opening stood dressed in dark robes and scabbards at their sides, four three men and a woman, the clothing decorated with the same emblem as hung in standards from the walls. Their backs were straight and their faces proud as they let their hands rest one on the scabbard and the other on the hilt. Heads turned to watch her silently.

Rashad wrote:

A narrow of the eyes told that the face that was hidden frowned and a bit irretated voice spoke. I'll take that as a yes then. There was a creak and then a groan of metal, from somewhere high above teh monotone clank of machinery moving and then a door, it's frame nearly invisible from the larger gate itself swung open giving passage through. On either side of the opening stood dressed in dark robes and scabbards at their sides, four three men and a woman, the clothing decorated with the same emblem as hung in standards from the walls. Their backs were straight and their faces proud as they let their hands rest one on the scabbard and the other on the hilt. Heads turned to watch her silently.

Took a few steps back and let the brute machinery do it's job. The gates didn't fall, for once. As she thought the future would be. No, the gates where wide open. She could see the crowd, watching her every breath and movement. For once, she was in focus, which wasn't her daily thing. Though, at training she was superb, but, not in focus like this. She took a few steps into the clan's stronghold. Vastness and emptiness was the feeling she got when she entered. Eyes closed and a few deep breaths. These, for her, puny people where awaiting something, she didn't know what. Yet, she walked slowly against them...

Rashad wrote:

The woman whoms eyes had been seen through the gate stood beside the four, next to a lever on which her hand rested and as the newcommer walk past the door she pulled it down and the door swung shut again to once more make the gate an inpenetrable barrier. The four turned as as she stood in their middle and seemingly expecting her to stay there as they begun to walk, still now they were surrounded by walls and ahead of them were a portcullis which like a mouth of sharp teeth hung open. On the walls of either side stood archers for the one with awareness to notice them, arrowheads gleaming in the sun as they were aimed toward the ground where they stood. Through the gate ahead could be seen a broad street lined neatly with houses of solid stone foundations and elegant wooden walls.

She was still walking, looking down a the soft brushed dirt floor*, not paying attention to the guards which was somewhat alarmed. She stopped close to them, head going up. Her small smirk turned into a expressless stare with a voice of lassitude. "How may I serve?"

((Application is great, and the new application system kind of thing (the IC Interview) seems to be going well.
You are very much welcome in Dyma, we are happy to have you))

Almost in unision blades inched out of their scabbards, just to reveal an edge of seriousness and the man in the front of the group addressed her with a dark voice one would expect of him. Come with us to the fortress. He said, eyeing her before he pushed his blade back into the scabbard and as the guard clicked against the wood the others followed suit, he turned his head to nod towards a fortress that stood high above all the other buildings before it, far in the distance behind yet another wall and seemingly resting against the cliff face it was built onto.

((Thank you all for the kind words. I hope I will enjoy my stay if I get accepted and bring my spice to the RP))

Rashad wrote:

Almost in unision blades inched out of their scabbards, just to reveal an edge of seriousness and the man in the front of the group addressed her with a dark voice one would expect of him. Come with us to the fortress. He said, eyeing her before he pushed his blade back into the scabbard and as the guard clicked against the wood the others followed suit, he turned his head to nod towards a fortress that stood high above all the other buildings before it, far in the distance behind yet another wall and seemingly resting against the cliff face it was built onto.

Perennial nodded to the man. Yet again, she looked up toward the blueish sky. She didn't look for anything, just taking in the moment and preparing for whatever these people held for her. She was walking with them against the fortress.What was there? A future of enslavement and castigation?. She wouldn't be scared. No, last time she felt that, was when she was young and battered about. Mentally and physically. Not now, she obeyed for once and followed'em.

Rashad wrote:

They were only stopped briefly at the second wall, showing papers of permission to enter beyond they were allowed to do so and continued up a slope to the gates of the fortress, the first chamber they arrived into was large, stone floor and ahead of them a second slightly higher level of wood, just one step in a staircase. They stopped infront of it and took of their simple sandals before only a step onto the wood they sank onto their knees, stopping on a perfect line, heads still raised and held high. A large door as infront of them, it also painted with the sun of the New dawn, the stared at it, waiting.

The thin red line. Eyes gazed upon the painted wall. She didn't know what awaited her, and for once, she was rather excited. Always she had walked and though monotonously.

((sorry, I need to go soon. Can continue later today))

((I'm very, very impressed Perennial. Yours is an innovative and refreshing change compared to recent applications and your grasp on roleplay is comforting. Welcome to the House of the New Dawn!))

A few moments later the door slid open and through it stepped a man with pale skin and black hair, dark eyes that speaks of this Stygians noble heritage, his weatherbeaten face is otherwise covered by a mask that does not allow an onlooker to read any emotion or even see what he looks like as it reaches all the way up to his eyes. If he has any scars they are covered by his clothes. His black leather armour is battleworn but well cared for, small steel plates cover the more vital areas but all in all it seems to be made more to allow him movement than protection. He wears a tabard over his torso, while the silk fabric is old and its colours fading it is immearsurably clean and in a condition that otherwise would say it was made yesterday. Across his back hangs a long sleek black scabbard that like his crest is decorated with the emblem of the New Dawn. In it is sheathed an exotic looking blade, the handle is wrapped with silk in an intricate pattern and the guard is a flat plate also decorated like a sun and barely large enough to cover the hand. The handle is longer than that of a normal two handed sword, making making a third of the total length.

He raised his left hand to hold the end of his scabbard elegantly in his palm, inclining his head barely noticably the for rose and bowed deeply. Dathanar. They said humbly backing off of the rise as he spoke in return to them. Walk in balance. His words were as simple and short as theirs, still there was an air to them that made it seem were thrilled to hear those words as they left the two alone in the room. Speak. He said as they had left.

Rashad wrote:

A few moments later the door slid open and through it stepped a man with pale skin and black hair, dark eyes that speaks of this Stygians noble heritage, his weatherbeaten face is otherwise covered by a mask that does not allow an onlooker to read any emotion or even see what he looks like as it reaches all the way up to his eyes. If he has any scars they are covered by his clothes. His black leather armour is battleworn but well cared for, small steel plates cover the more vital areas but all in all it seems to be made more to allow him movement than protection. He wears a tabard over his torso, while the silk fabric is old and its colours fading it is immearsurably clean and in a condition that otherwise would say it was made yesterday. Across his back hangs a long sleek black scabbard that like his crest is decorated with the emblem of the New Dawn. In it is sheathed an exotic looking blade, the handle is wrapped with silk in an intricate pattern and the guard is a flat plate also decorated like a sun and barely large enough to cover the hand. The handle is longer than that of a normal two handed sword, making making a third of the total length.

He raised his left hand to hold the end of his scabbard elegantly in his palm, inclining his head barely noticably the for rose and bowed deeply. Dathanar. They said humbly backing off of the rise as he spoke in return to them. Walk in balance. His words were as simple and short as theirs, still there was an air to them that made it seem were thrilled to hear those words as they left the two alone in the room. Speak. He said as they had left.

She was alone with this strange figure, silhouetted across the room. A strange breeze did send jolts of anticipation along her spine. Walk in balance? That's strange. Last time I saw balance was...never. Now, she was asked to speak to this man, and so she did, in the same voice of apathy like before. My name is Ravenna...Ravenna Perennial, and I come from...beyond what you might now and encountered before. I am but a lost visage trying to find my standing in this dreadful world. Alas, I've seen and feel things people won't even dare to think about...Memories of her past came flashing through her eyes like a flashfire cought in an enkidlend nebula. No tears, that was indeed a waste of suffering. Alas, I won't talk about that now, whoever you might be, sorry for sounding blunt.[/color] She did a simple bow. I came here to seek someone to serve. Not praise like and useless epitaph...

I am the man that these walls and the men and women that walk within it calls Dathanar, I am their guide and their law. I serve them as much as they serve me, their life for mine, my life for theirs. If I am to lay down my life for you, I wish to know how you had led yours.

I do not wish to insult you Dathanar. I have seen way to many verdant hills turn to rust and misery to chose with the likes of that. I won't sacrifice myself for a puny entity that won't serve the future well. But, if you wish, you can be my guide and perhaps show me the way. What the way is, I do not know, but I know that the road will be a rocky one.