Post by revontulet on Jul 31, 2006 8:20:09 GMT -5
(Revon is not really a LotR-related character, but since she is part of LotR-related RP she cold feel like home here *grin*)
Name: Revontulet, many times called Revon and among the closest friends Rev, sometimes called Daughter of the North though the name has no noble meaning
Age: 22
Appearance: Neither tall nor short, slender but not frail. Long, dark brown hair which touches her mid-back, a strand of shorter hair reaching her cheek, cut by an orc blade. Dark brown, almost black eyes, not big to any extent. Small mouth. Quite low voice.
Weapons: Carries at least two throwing knives, the highest amount is eight (four in both bootlegs, two on her belt, one on the backside and one on her arm), a long dagger and a shorter, skilfully made dagger. She can also handle a staff and a sword.
History: Revontulet was born in the far North in the middle of dark winter. She grew a lively girl whose dark eyes couldn’t be read. She was named Revontulet, which means Northern Lights in the language of the northerners for the night she was born the sky seemed to be celebrating.
Revontulet lived together with her three years younger sister, of whom she took care. The girl was weak at body and often ill. They lived together in a small wooden hut on a hill where sky seemed to be near. Revontulet grew to love every piece of the wilderness and her sister saw wonders everywhere, especially the stars fascinated her.
Revontulet earned their bread by tending reindeer. Those years she learned to use staff as a walking stick and a weapon. She had strong spirit and everything she did she did with her heart on it, feeling strong joy and wrath.
To comfort her sister Revontulet told her that stars where dreams, a place filled with light and music. She told her that one day she’d fly there on the wings of dreams and memories, and never be ill again.
The winter Revontulet became 16, her sister was ill. Revontulet promised her to take her to a nearby lake to look at the stars when she’d get better, but the girl ran away and disappeared into the night. Revontulet searched her, but the Mother Nature was against her and sent a storm. When at last she found her sister, they couldn’t find their way back, so they had to stay at the lake. They fell asleep on the ice holding each other.
Through her sleep Revontulet heard her sister whispering. When she opened her eyes, she didn’t hear her sister breathing. Her beloved sister had flown to the stars which she loved so much.
As the short day started and darkness left the wilderness for a while, Revontulet had got her sister’s body to the hill and their home. Trough the day she dug the frozen ground tears freezing on her cheeks. When stars blessed the night again, she buried her sister behind their hut and said goodbye to her old life.
Revontulet learned to use throwing knives. That time she had no noble manners, for northerners have neither kings nor queens, but they’re all equal. Some could say she represented the silent and rough folk of the North well.
She hiked through the North finding no peace, trying to protect the northerners from the wolves. But often the darkness of the winter nights felt too heavy. Two years after her sister’s death she went back to the lake and realized the gift she had carried all her life. She was able to call the Northern Lights; she found comfort in them and noticed they made her stronger in battle.
It took her a while before Revontulet realized the Northern Lights didn’t only appear on the sky by her call but also in her eyes. And for more they appeared in different color in different situations depending on how she felt. Soon she learned the basic meanings of these magical colors.
Revontulet deserted her home and disappeared into the wilderness. After more than a year she returned. She had become strong in battle, but her eyes reflected sadness and longing. She searched comfort in the wilderness, but even though she had learned to be lonely she longed for company. In her lonely years she had also started to believe she could never be loved, and she started to fear the feeling she most yearned to feel.
The autumn almost six years after her sister’s death Revontulet made a new tombstone. She didn’t replace the old at her sister’s grave, but left it behind their house, ready to be used one day. It says “Here rest the Children of the North”.
Then Revontulet turned her face to the South and walked to the dawn. When she took her first step, she couldn’t know she headed directly to a certain clearing…
Name: Revontulet, many times called Revon and among the closest friends Rev, sometimes called Daughter of the North though the name has no noble meaning
Age: 22
Appearance: Neither tall nor short, slender but not frail. Long, dark brown hair which touches her mid-back, a strand of shorter hair reaching her cheek, cut by an orc blade. Dark brown, almost black eyes, not big to any extent. Small mouth. Quite low voice.
Weapons: Carries at least two throwing knives, the highest amount is eight (four in both bootlegs, two on her belt, one on the backside and one on her arm), a long dagger and a shorter, skilfully made dagger. She can also handle a staff and a sword.
History: Revontulet was born in the far North in the middle of dark winter. She grew a lively girl whose dark eyes couldn’t be read. She was named Revontulet, which means Northern Lights in the language of the northerners for the night she was born the sky seemed to be celebrating.
Revontulet lived together with her three years younger sister, of whom she took care. The girl was weak at body and often ill. They lived together in a small wooden hut on a hill where sky seemed to be near. Revontulet grew to love every piece of the wilderness and her sister saw wonders everywhere, especially the stars fascinated her.
Revontulet earned their bread by tending reindeer. Those years she learned to use staff as a walking stick and a weapon. She had strong spirit and everything she did she did with her heart on it, feeling strong joy and wrath.
To comfort her sister Revontulet told her that stars where dreams, a place filled with light and music. She told her that one day she’d fly there on the wings of dreams and memories, and never be ill again.
The winter Revontulet became 16, her sister was ill. Revontulet promised her to take her to a nearby lake to look at the stars when she’d get better, but the girl ran away and disappeared into the night. Revontulet searched her, but the Mother Nature was against her and sent a storm. When at last she found her sister, they couldn’t find their way back, so they had to stay at the lake. They fell asleep on the ice holding each other.
Through her sleep Revontulet heard her sister whispering. When she opened her eyes, she didn’t hear her sister breathing. Her beloved sister had flown to the stars which she loved so much.
As the short day started and darkness left the wilderness for a while, Revontulet had got her sister’s body to the hill and their home. Trough the day she dug the frozen ground tears freezing on her cheeks. When stars blessed the night again, she buried her sister behind their hut and said goodbye to her old life.
Revontulet learned to use throwing knives. That time she had no noble manners, for northerners have neither kings nor queens, but they’re all equal. Some could say she represented the silent and rough folk of the North well.
She hiked through the North finding no peace, trying to protect the northerners from the wolves. But often the darkness of the winter nights felt too heavy. Two years after her sister’s death she went back to the lake and realized the gift she had carried all her life. She was able to call the Northern Lights; she found comfort in them and noticed they made her stronger in battle.
It took her a while before Revontulet realized the Northern Lights didn’t only appear on the sky by her call but also in her eyes. And for more they appeared in different color in different situations depending on how she felt. Soon she learned the basic meanings of these magical colors.
Revontulet deserted her home and disappeared into the wilderness. After more than a year she returned. She had become strong in battle, but her eyes reflected sadness and longing. She searched comfort in the wilderness, but even though she had learned to be lonely she longed for company. In her lonely years she had also started to believe she could never be loved, and she started to fear the feeling she most yearned to feel.
The autumn almost six years after her sister’s death Revontulet made a new tombstone. She didn’t replace the old at her sister’s grave, but left it behind their house, ready to be used one day. It says “Here rest the Children of the North”.
Then Revontulet turned her face to the South and walked to the dawn. When she took her first step, she couldn’t know she headed directly to a certain clearing…
