Räeya
chasseuri
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- 1 year, 4 months ago
- Creator
- Hallowheart
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Profile
(by her loved ones)
"W.I.P"
huge, HUGE wip - 4th tab and 7th tab are absolutely not doneb
She doesn't talk much in general yet when she does it's firmly, imposing respect even without trying to. While most of her words are harsh, she has a surprisingly sweet voice. With people she loves she talks a lot and pretty loudly, joking and whining a lot.
She's never written before and has only heard of one na'vi clan writting; she doesn't understand the need to do it, because her memory is good, but if she had to it would probably be shaky with very strict lines.
Appearance stuff about your character.
Räeyayrkllew grew up with colorful attire of fiery colors and it's the one she used to be the most comfortable with -purple feathers and golden wood- but for the last decades she's been wearing clothes more traditional from her birth clan, although remaining close to the one that raised her. Dark tainted leather in colors as blue and red are what she wears most often, currently. Threads, beads, bones and feathers adorn it.
Räeyayrkllew always keeps the claws of her nantang on her as a way to honor him. A lot of her jewelry is made of bones and threads but the ones that stand out the most are firstly the bracelet on her ankle with orange and red threads, beads of both colors, two little fangs and a feather of a gradient of orange and secondly the large bracelet made with engraved golden wood where a forever glowing flower has been placed. Both are gifts from her previous mate, a man of another tribe that disappeared suddenly before they could bond.
Räeyayrkllew has a dozen of piercings between her ears and her face. She also has large scars on the top of her back from a rite of passage of her tribe as well as a large scar on the side of her thigh from a previous battle against the Sky People.
- She is overall more muscular than forest na'vis, with thicker thighs and larger shoulders.
- Most of her jewelry is important, the ones on her head are more optional since she takes it off sometimes. The wooden bracelet on her arm is a must.
- Her markings don't have to be exact of course, but keeping the same kind of lines would be nice, same for her glowing freckles (the light grey/pink spots).
She doesn't have any particular goal but she plans on making Suätìewe Olo'eyktan. She thinks he'd be a good chief and so has trained him for it.
Hope is something she's learned to despise. It's the reason she lives an instant more everytime she feels it, the reason she regrets and remembers, the reason she stays stuck in the same place; she wouldn't dare utter her hopes to anyone.
Most of her life is a secret, though she used to share every single one with Ewayit. Since him, there's been a lot of small secrets but the most important one is that she had a miscarriage two months after his disappearance; she only then learned she had been pregnant – stress and heartbreak is probably the cause.
No matter what, it'll always be the same thing: she dreams of him coming back.
Personality stuff about your character.
- Children, even if she's never been very good around them.
- Nighttime, because of how much more comfortable she is during it.
- Her scars, she considers them the proof of what she lived – a sign of merit.
- Red meat, that's almost all she eats.
- Feathers, she finds them very pretty as accessories.
- Climbing, something about being very high amazes her.
- The Sea, she never learned how to swim.
- Crowds, she feels very agitated in them.
- Leaders, she's had enough of seeing them use their powers selfishly.
- Iweniur, there's really, truly, a place in hell for him.
- Fish meat, she can't stand neither the scent nor the taste.
- Sky People, she wishes death and destruction upon all of them.
Räeyayrkllew is intimidating; she doesn't talk much and when she does, it's short sentences and sharp tone. She doesn't smile either, and she frowns a lot. She bares her teeth at every interaction, a growl often on the tip of her tongue. She stands straight, limbs seeming always tense. Then again, she's also vibrant; hidden giggles and full laughs, a huge smile easily stretching her lips with every joke. She stand close to people she talks to, looking them in the eye without hesitation. She's strangely expressive, grins turning into grimaces or grimaces into grins as easily as a blink. Her tail is often agitated, be it a happy waggle or an annoyed shudder.
Räeyayrkllew is kind at times, but never forgiving. Someone that cheated, lied, killed can and will do it again – she doesn't want any of these people around her and if she can help it she will drive them away. She has no problem with the thought of exiling or killing someone for their crimes, though she'd avoid the latter unless she thinks it to be the only appropriate solution. Respect is not a right for her, it's earned instead and she firmly believes not every life is equal; some deserve a life of pain and she'd trade their lives for any other without guilt.
- She hisses a lot.
- She loves physical contact and always need to be touching in some way the people she loves.
- She automatically steps in front of her loved ones everytime there's any sort of danger.
- Her freckles glow when she is subject to strong emotions.
- When happy and relaxed she purrs, she's rarely aware of it.
- She frowns a lot at people since she has bad day vision, which makes her look very unapproachable.
- Physical strength
- Endurance
- Survival instinct
- Blind in very bright places
- Speed
- Long-range fight
- She knows most close combat techniques.
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- She's an excellent rider, having an outsanding communication with her ikran due to her sight.
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- She gets along very well with others, be it na'vis or animals, when she tries.
- She is an incredible learned and can get perfectly most things from the first or second try.
The metal monster falls to its knee, the man looking up at her. He tries to say something in a bloody grimace and she stays a second too long to stare back, her lungs filling quickly with air. She hears a noise somewhere in the forest and her ears follow it. The hatred and horror in the Sky People's eyes remind her to step back; something knocks the air out of her, sending her against something hard so brutally that she can't even scream. Did she hit her head? She feels weird. It hurts so much yet she forces herself to turn to what pushed her – she barely sees anything, her blurred vision taking full minutes to clear up; and when it does, she wants to laugh. Blood is everywhere, but it's not one she had wished to see spilled. She tries to move, her leg so red she's not certain where she's injured. She's been slammed into one of the metal armor of the Sky People –the one she crashed earlier against a tree. The broken side of it is sharper than palulukan's fangs, slightly wavy and part of it is very deeply in her flesh. She takes a deep breath and maybe it's the shock dissipating because now she can feel just how much it hurts. She's never felt anything like it. She forces on her arms to elevate herself a bit even when they barely respond because the pull of her body on the metal border enlarges the wound with every second –that simple movement takes all her strength and she has to bite the inside of her mouth until she feels blood to not scream. She needs to move to the side soon yet her eyes almost roll to the back of her head and she needs to bite harder to come back to reality. If she faints now, like this, she'll die. And even if she doesn't, she'd lose her leg. She would never survive losing the only thing that she still has. “Come on. Move.” She doesn't realize she started talking before she hears the faint mumble. She keeps all her attention on her forearms that keep her away from the ground, taking many deep breaths before moving away from the metal, pulling her leg farther; she falls back on the ground instinctively at the pure pain and a horrible scream escapes her. It rasps her throat and she feels like she might never be able to scream again with how painful it is; heavy breaths and the familiar white spots are all there is for a few seconds or minutes or maybe hours. She can't move anymore even when she's very aware that she's only letting the wound get worse. Maybe she should just let herself die? What is there outside for her to fight so much? The vague silhouette of someone over her makes her laugh –it truly is closer to croaking with how weak and deformed it is. “You're cruel for only coming now.” She's not sure if she spoke or if she only thought it but he's not truly here, he's just in her head so he smiles, sitting next to her as his hand caress her sticky forehead. She feels herself falling asleep but he pushes her up a bit and she tries to stay off the ground, not able to look away from him. His features are too blurry and she's ready to beg Eywa if that's all it takes to see him properly again. Even if it's just the vibrant color of his eyes or the way his skin would glow under the sunlight –even if it's just his freckles in the night or his hair falling in pretty locks. She wants more than anything to see him. To scream at him, to cry against him, to laugh and kiss and tell. If she had found his body she's certain she would have killed herself but she didn't, and the hope that he might come back to their village is the only think making her fight to live. Even now, it still is, yet she doesn't feel strong enough to survive this. He helps holding her up, though, and slowly he gestures for her to move towards him. She shakes her head as much as she can, which is barely a slight no, but he insists and she wants to cry but she obeys. This time, she's able to not fall back after moving. It's ridiculous how much she still has to do and with her pace she knows she won't succeed but everytime she tries to let go he tells her to move and suddenly she realized she's almost taken all the metal out of her leg. “You won't disappear after I do that, right?” She tries to joke, tries to make him chuckle but he only smiles a bit, waiting for her to finish it. And as she does, a hissed scream that does nothing to explain how painful it is, she falls to the ground and everything fades.
She regains consciousness an eternity after. Wether it's been minutes or hours, she can't be sure, but seeing as she didn't yet die it's probably only been an instant. Knowing what she will find, she looks around –yet she still sees him, laying next to her. “You're still here?” “Until you're safe.” He finally answers and even if his voice feels a bit foreign, altered by decades without hearing it, she can breath a little easier. “You think I'll survive this?” He smiles at her, “If you move.” A little laugh. It's ridiculous, she can't move anymore. But as he looks at her in the way that always managed to give her butterflies, she decides she can try. So she pushes on her body to sit, surprised to realize she still had that much strength left. It's heavily that she's forced to lean her back against the cold metal. The large broken part, red from causing her her wound is on her right side and she watches it. Behind her is some rounder part and she lets her gaze fall on her thigh. She presses her palm on the wound, wincing. She should apply some pressure, probably. If she had herbs... but she doesn't have the strength to do any of that. The wind picks up lightly and she winces, closing her eyes for a second as she hovers her hands over the bloodiest part. When she opens it again, she feels like crying. The white spots are back to dancing in front of her and she has to take a deep breath, focusing on thinking besides the pain. He's in front of her, watching as if he doesn't dare do anything. This is the limit of the illusion. No matter what he looks or what he does, it's nothing but some desperate invention of her brain to keep her alive a bit longer. Everything he says, too, is only what she wants to hear. What she needs to. She wishes he could be truly here but at least she can see him in some way in what could be her last moments, so she won't be too angry at Eywa. She will be angry with him when she meets him next, though – how could he leave her alone? She wants to reach out and grab his face –how crazy would she look like to the eyes of her people? What they said all these years ended up being true. She never really saw him, even when she truly wanted, but perhaps the approaching death was pitying her a bit. Her fingers come to her left arm but she didn't dare touch the wooden bracelet in fear of bloodying it. She's always wanted to know if he would have liked it. She always wanted to show it to him, how she cut and carved and burned it, how it took her an entire week of sneaking out every night to work on it. She even added the details of his ikran, in a way of forever keeping him in her heart. In the front and the back there were two carefully done ikrans in the same position, looking the same but she knew he would have noticed the differences. On the back was represented Kxamtxon, her companion, and on the front was (), his. The one that died the day i wanted to show him the result of her work. Maybe this was a joke of fate. Maybe if he saw it, he'd be angry at her for carrying something that held so many traces of the past. Yet these were feelings she's kept locked, intact for decades, and she felt like a little girl. She'd show him, but he wasn't himself. Not really. So she let her finger graze her wound instead, watching his features as if she wanted to take his image with her. And honestly, she wanted.
“Can't you stay with me? Even if I survive, can't you stay?” He cupped her cheek, smiling gently as he brushed his nose against hers. The need to cry came again and she only noticed it had been more than a desire when she felt the horrible salty taste. “You know I can't.” She clinged to him when he moved back just a bit, inhaling to smell something she was certain she had forgotten. How could he feel so real? He felt less like an illusion than the forest and the blood. She could live in such a reality. In one where he never left. “The people already think of me as crazy. If I started to talk alone it wouldn't change anything.” He chuckled and she clinged a bit more. She couldn't let him go. Not now. Not ever. Even if he was nothing but a dream, she couldn't let him separate them again. She'd rather continue sleeping forever than waking up in a silent world. The stars dancing in her vision seemed to become more insistent and the panicked chirp of something was the last thing she could hear –but his smell and touch lingered even after it all faded.
“Räeya! Räeyayrkllew my sweet, sweet child.” Her eyes open to see nothing. The ceiling abover her made of threads and feathers block the night sky and the way the light fall on it is pretty; yet she only feels profound sadness at its sight. Her mother is thanking Eywa next to her in desperate cries and her father holds her hand tightly yet all she feels is the shame of being alive. It smells like herbs and fruits, like those weird mixtures that heal, and she can barely feel her leg but she's alive – and she wants to forsake Eywa for bringing her back. She barely acknowledges the pain, barely listens when her mother whispers about how she probably won't ever be able to run or jump anymore, barely feels time passing. She cares for her own wound from the second day and by the fourth she's trying to walk again. It takes a while and she feels like it doesn't matter what she does but she'd rather just kill herself than be one of the ones who can't hunt anymore. And so she forces on her body and mind, because if he comes back while she's not capable of walking without a limp then how could she ever face him? She learns that her mother was wrong. A morning comes where she realizes it doesn't hurt anymore to lie on it, a long jump during a night stalk makes her realize her leg can fully support her and when a na'vi pushes his claws in it she doesn't cry out in pain and it doesn't bleed; as if it never happened, she had healed. Sometimes, when it rains, the pain is just like it was back in the forest –but even then, he doesn't appear to her anymore, and she feels as if she lost him a second time. It's cruel, honestly, but she did that to herself. How many times have she been told that she can't possibly still like him, that if he's still somewhere out there he's nothing like what she knew, that he's doing a conscient choice every second of not coming back to her? She's aware of all that but she despises others for reminding her of it, for assuming she ever loved him so lightly that she could just find another mate. Even as he disappeared over fifty years ago he's been with her every morning and every night and perhaps that is what loving someone was. To her, at least. Who could ever take his place, when she's imagined him for every second of her life? Even if just as the ghost of who he was, he had been in her heart more than anyone else. She's not that social that she'd feel the need for a mate or children, anyways – those are just more responsibilities, are they not? She just needs to ignore the longing for a past childish dream until she believes she never wanted it.
- Her wooden bracelet has two ikrans on it, the one facing forward with an intricate symbol on the wings compared to the stripes of the other.
- Räeya was born a lot lighter and stayed this way until she was about five.
- Her freckles used to glow intensely whenever she was in presence of Ewayit in the first months of knowing him because she was very nervous - him thinking at the time that they always glowed definitely didn't help her feel less embarassed.
- While time calmed her temper, she's always been pretty impulsive and sensitive.
- She has a perfect night vision but a day vision, not so much - the black paint around her eyes help with that.
- Kxamtxon, her ikran's name, means midnight. While she is of a pure black during the day, at night the top of her body glows of various vibrant colors.
- Training Suätìewe.
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- Her favorite color is gold, but green holds a special spot in her heart.
- Her favorite
- Her favorite
- Her dagger, the sharpened bone of a palulukan.
- Her nantang's claws, that she keeps on her at all times.
- Her bracelet, whose eternally glowing flower was a gift from Ewayit.
Occasional smiles and polite words directed to them, keeping a certain distance both physically and mentally.
She doesn't have many friends but she's really close to the ones who have this title, even initiating some contacts like holding their hand or hugging. Even if still stuttering from time to time and hesitating to start a conversation she'd always be overjoyed to talk to them and it would be obvious.
While really timid she is surprisingly stubborn with people she fall in love with and will do her best to be close to them. Might be the one to confess first but will probably mess up her words and fail to do so or simply not convey her exact feelings. Very embarassed but trying pretty bold things.
Her mother was absent and her father was violent and she was extremely scared of both, barely moving outside trembling in their presence. She used to love her mother a lot but that love was never reciprocated. She doesn't know this but they weren't her biological parents, only people that took her in after her biological mother asked her friend who herself begged her sister on her death bed.
She doesn't has any cousins.
She doesn't really understand rivals and doesn't consider anyone as such.
Even if very shy she'd be a bit more comfortable, accepting conversations with ease yet still stuttering from time to time. She wouldn't accept physical contact outside of polite greetings or needed help though.
Close friends are the same as simple friends since there are few people who she opens her heart to. Very affectionate and always eager to missing them.
Once together with the one she loves it may take years to go to the next step since she doesn't feel she really needs anything more than being with them. Once the first kiss done she'd figure she loves it and will probably want to do it often. Very loving and comfortable with her lover, she'd enjoy physical contact a lot.
She only had one brother who hated her deeply and who she was terrified of too. She tried to avoid him whenever she could and if she couldn't she just remained silent and obedient.
She never met any other relatives and if she did she'd be worried they might be similar to her close family.
Even more than rivals, she wouldn't feel enough animosity towards anyone to consider someone her enemy. If we're talking opposite-faction kind of enemies she'd heal them and treat them as she would any zandalari.
Father has raised me well even if he's always been a bit too kind, if we listen to my mother. Fierce and noble, he's someone I've been admiring for as long as I can remember, yet we're too different and he has never truly been able to understand me. I can't either, but he'll always be one of the most precious person to me.
I've never really heard anything from him except that he was in my mother's native clan and that I look quite like him. Mother always refuses to talk about anything linked to him even if she seems to still like him immensely – I understand it, now, so I'm not pushing.
- Räeya is my queen, a true goddess.
- It's because the amazing EliosLibrary created Ewayit and thought of old mates reuniting that i made her;
- and god, i fell in love.
- Feral women and stoic women are my fav thing so i mixed both and boom!
- she.
- She can be the cutest baby ever and she can eat you.
- She is blind af during the day, my girl needs sunglasses.
- Also she'll burn the world if someone hurts her mate so please don't do that.
- Poor girl has already lost him once, she's not ready to go through that again.
- (I gave her a depressing af story but at the same time she has a cute student and she'll find again the love of her life so it's forgiven right?)
- (she's actually a sweetheart please be kind to her bc she deserves everything that is good in this world) (and she's hot, what can i say i'm just too good with characters)
