Claira Raven Heart (Alice's 6th Alt ^.^)
May 10, 2014 21:44:05 GMT -6
Post by Claira on May 10, 2014 21:44:05 GMT -6
Name: Claira Raven Heart
Class: Thief
Hair Color: Golden Yellow
Eye Color: Jade Green
Age: 24
Born in: Sacae, Outside of The City of Heroes
Appearance: Standing at 5'7" and weighing at 100 pounds even. Claira has fair skin and has a light shade tan going on. Skin soft to the touch. Her jaw pointed and her face eligent looking to a common person. Just below her kneck just before the chest region is a brand of the shape of a Raven and one in between her shoulder blades. Claira's right arm as many scars from when she was a slave. But her back has many whip scars that didn't deserve them. Her hair is ear length and is spiked at the tips.
Clothes: Wearing a black scaf around her lower half of her face, she also wears a black hood when she is sneaking around in a place she isn't suppose to be. With her shirt, her right arm is exposed with a pauldron to cover her shoulder. On her left arm that has a long slevee, she has a steel elbow guard as well as a steel bicep armour piece. Both hands has black gloves to match her black outfit. Her pants are baggy for it makes it easier for her to move more freely. With light black leather boots that doesn't have a sole on them to make her steps more quieter when she walks, making her more of a threat if she sneaks up on somebody.
Story:
Born in Sacae to two hunters of a small village a few miles away from the Village of heroes. With her parents trying to teach her how to hunt with a bow, Claira had another weapon of choice in mind. A bladed weapon took her fancey. Many people came in and out of the village trading, buying and selling. Life was great for her. Learning to read books and to write by her mother. When Claira was 12 years old, a large group of slavers had rolled into the village and stopped anyone from attacking. Not killing a single person, these slavers had taken all the children out of their homes and school. The youth of the town were now slaves of these filth of humans. Taking them away and now in their lair, every child was branded twice. Once in the front and once on their backs. Claira was branded and was like everyone in their. For the next few years, she was whipped for not doing her duties as a slave. But a certain slave guard at night shift had a thing for her and everytime he came by her cell, he would take out a knife and cut her right arm as 'Punishment'. Each day that past, was another day she sought out revenge.
But once she turned 18 years of age, she had a plan set. When the fat guard came around his nightly rounds, he took out his knife and was about to cut her arm. But her reflexs were now faster then his. She grabbed his hand, yanking the knife from his hand. She rammed the blade into his heavy skull. The blade pierced the bone and dug into the brain making the man fall into the bars of her cell. Taking the keys from his belt, she unlocked her door and the doors of the others. Everyone ran from the place and she had the same knife still that the man was killed with. Avoiding most of the guards, but a few had to be killed before she was killed. By the time she got out of the cave, the slavers had found out what had happened. With them looking around the area for their slaves, she had slipped in through the cover of darkness.
Claira didn't go back to her village for she knew that the slavers would return there looking for them all. So she ran until she couldn't much longer. One day she had collapsed on the ground. An older woman had helped her up and took her back home where she took care of her. This older woman wasnt' what she looked like. This person was a thief and began to teach young Claira once she was rest and ready. Picking locks and stealing people's gold, pocessions and even food from time to time, she was making quiet a life for herself. Every now and then, Claira would think how the folk of her village was doing and that she was planning on going back one day.
Now, this is where her story continues. (Will update through out the Story and posts)
Class: Thief
Hair Color: Golden Yellow
Eye Color: Jade Green
Age: 24
Born in: Sacae, Outside of The City of Heroes
Appearance: Standing at 5'7" and weighing at 100 pounds even. Claira has fair skin and has a light shade tan going on. Skin soft to the touch. Her jaw pointed and her face eligent looking to a common person. Just below her kneck just before the chest region is a brand of the shape of a Raven and one in between her shoulder blades. Claira's right arm as many scars from when she was a slave. But her back has many whip scars that didn't deserve them. Her hair is ear length and is spiked at the tips.
Clothes: Wearing a black scaf around her lower half of her face, she also wears a black hood when she is sneaking around in a place she isn't suppose to be. With her shirt, her right arm is exposed with a pauldron to cover her shoulder. On her left arm that has a long slevee, she has a steel elbow guard as well as a steel bicep armour piece. Both hands has black gloves to match her black outfit. Her pants are baggy for it makes it easier for her to move more freely. With light black leather boots that doesn't have a sole on them to make her steps more quieter when she walks, making her more of a threat if she sneaks up on somebody.
Story:
Born in Sacae to two hunters of a small village a few miles away from the Village of heroes. With her parents trying to teach her how to hunt with a bow, Claira had another weapon of choice in mind. A bladed weapon took her fancey. Many people came in and out of the village trading, buying and selling. Life was great for her. Learning to read books and to write by her mother. When Claira was 12 years old, a large group of slavers had rolled into the village and stopped anyone from attacking. Not killing a single person, these slavers had taken all the children out of their homes and school. The youth of the town were now slaves of these filth of humans. Taking them away and now in their lair, every child was branded twice. Once in the front and once on their backs. Claira was branded and was like everyone in their. For the next few years, she was whipped for not doing her duties as a slave. But a certain slave guard at night shift had a thing for her and everytime he came by her cell, he would take out a knife and cut her right arm as 'Punishment'. Each day that past, was another day she sought out revenge.
But once she turned 18 years of age, she had a plan set. When the fat guard came around his nightly rounds, he took out his knife and was about to cut her arm. But her reflexs were now faster then his. She grabbed his hand, yanking the knife from his hand. She rammed the blade into his heavy skull. The blade pierced the bone and dug into the brain making the man fall into the bars of her cell. Taking the keys from his belt, she unlocked her door and the doors of the others. Everyone ran from the place and she had the same knife still that the man was killed with. Avoiding most of the guards, but a few had to be killed before she was killed. By the time she got out of the cave, the slavers had found out what had happened. With them looking around the area for their slaves, she had slipped in through the cover of darkness.
Claira didn't go back to her village for she knew that the slavers would return there looking for them all. So she ran until she couldn't much longer. One day she had collapsed on the ground. An older woman had helped her up and took her back home where she took care of her. This older woman wasnt' what she looked like. This person was a thief and began to teach young Claira once she was rest and ready. Picking locks and stealing people's gold, pocessions and even food from time to time, she was making quiet a life for herself. Every now and then, Claira would think how the folk of her village was doing and that she was planning on going back one day.
Now, this is where her story continues. (Will update through out the Story and posts)
