Raven
Raven
20 years old. Wanderer. Don't ask me about my glowing eyes, I don't really get it either.
Physical Description
General Physical Condition
Medium sized, tall, slim
Body Features
Long, flowy, wavy bright red hair
Facial Features
Wide, mysterious, and intimidating violet eyes that can pierce right through you. Looks human, but with more attractive, angular features. Sharp jawline.
Physical quirks
Walks with grace, elegance, and caution.
Special abilities
Telepathy
Apparel & Accessories
A brilliant crystal worn as a necklace, symbol of the Path of Light. Her only remnant of her biological parents. Usually hidden under her shirt.
Mental characteristics
Personal history
She was anonymously brought in the orphanage in the lower part of Sharn as a baby, since her parents' quoris are being hunted by the Dreaming Dark. They deemed this was the best decision for the safety of their child. Because of this, she does not know her parents nor completely know her Kalashtar roots. One of her earliest memories was dreaming about flashes from the life of someone else—the life of a warrior. But actually, these were not dreams, for the Kalashtar do not dream. It was memories of her quori, the spirit who resides within her. Ever since then, she knew that she was not the only person living inside her mind. As a kid, she was not that social. The other kids didn't seem to dare approach her either, perhaps due to her intimidating aura and glowing eyes. She would rather spend her afternoons meditating or exercising; these decisions were heavily influenced by her quori. It is through her quori where she learns about her Kalashtar roots (but not knowing exactly what it is).
When she was 8, she was adopted by Jiraiya Zoldyck, a legendary spy who worked for The King's Dark Lanterns. He gave her the name Raven. He served as her father figure growing up and he was also her mentor. He told her not to use Zoldyck unless it was completely necessary, considering the repercussions this might have due to his line of work. So for her life generally, she was just "Raven".
On one of his missions, he was able to gather more information about Kalashtar and confirmed further that Raven was most likely of Kalashtar descent. It was through him as well that Raven was able to learn a little more about her ancestry. When she was 16, he was assigned to spy on a lich from Gloaming. He was killed in this mission. Ever since then she has been wandering around Towering Wood and other areas, eventually picking up being a ranger along the way through self-training.
Sexuality
Bisexual
Employment
Spy for The King's Dark Lanterns
Accomplishments & Achievements
Obtained the Deadly Diadem, the head of the lich (that was turned into a relic by cultists) that killed her father figure
Failures & Embarrassments
She saw a pathetic looking party being attacked by wolves in the forest. She was hiding behind a tree when she targeted one of her arrows at a wolf. It missed.
Mental Trauma
Occasionally close to madness due to the influence of her quori that resides within her, which is like having two identities inside your head.
Intellectual Characteristics
No one can hide what emotions they're feeling from her. She can sense it.
Taboos
The fact that she is the adoptive daughter of Jiraiya Zoldyck, who was once a legendary spy for The King's Dark Lanterns
Personality Characteristics
Likes & Dislikes
Likes: alcohol, the outdoors
Dislikes: the undead, traitors
Personality Quirks
She strongly influenced by the emotions of those around her. When someone is having strong emotions, her eyes start to glow. Definitely creeps people out. Useful when currently in a dark place (proven and tested).
Social
Contacts & Relations
The King's Dark Lanterns
Gon Lee Gannerick: spy contact - gnome, (House Sivis, The King's Dark Lanterns)
Family Ties
Lanamelk & Sorashana Altavars: biological parents - Kalashtar
Jiraiya Zoldyck: adoptive father/mentor - human (The King's Dark Lanterns)
Religious Views
Path of Light
"That's why her hair's so big, it's full of secrets."
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Alignment
Chaotic Neutral
Date of Birth
18th of Sypheros 977 YK
Birthplace
Unknown
Children
Current Residence
None
Gender
Female
Eyes
Violet
Hair
Bright red
Skin Tone/Pigmentation
Fair
Height
5 ft 11 in
Weight
120 lbs
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The Orphanage
8th of Olarune 998 YK
The party ended up at a restaurant called Slogar’s which serves traditional Karnatic cuisine. The altercation with the Sharn Watch officers and the goblins we caught was a mess. I didn’t care about that anymore, we had other things to talk about.
The servings here are pretty filling and affordable. 5 copper pieces for quite a huge serving? And it’s meat? Not bad.
After the planning has finished—more or less—I sense Oi feeling a bit troubled. She walks off and I follow after her. She has been feeling quite a lot of things today, including nostalgia. I have a feeling she either lived here for a bit or maybe grew up here, even. She seems to know a lot about Sharn too.
I followed her into the High Walls district. Strangely enough, this is where the orphanage was. While we were walking, memories of my blurry childhood started to flow. I was still at the orphanage during the Last War. This place is crowded. It seems to be a refugee camp now.
I start to realize a few things from my blurry childhood:
1) some of the kids in the orphanage were children of the imprisoned from the Last War
2) the orphanage did the bare minimum; just the bare minimum to keep us alive
3) despite this setting, these kids were still content with the situation anyway. Just like how I was when I was a kid.
The government seems to continue to let people in, causing this place to be pretty overpopulated already. There are tents and makeshift houses piled up with one another, not knowing where it starts or where it ends.
I can’t believe this is the environment I lived in for eight years. Eight. Years. For eight years, I endured this, then I was introduced to a life of comfort after being adopted by Jiraiya. I guess you could say he saved me. But then again, from how I remember it, I was just…content. I wasn’t miserable, but I wasn’t happy either. I was happier when Jiraiya adopted me, of course. He taught me a lot of things. What I am today, he contributed to it. Which reminds me, I don’t know what to feel about going back to the Dark Lanterns HQ. They expected a lot from me, being the daughter of “the great Jiraiya Zoldyck”.
We continue walking and I see the most familiar building here in the area—it’s big, more prominent and decent looking compared to the other structures. There is a playground nearby. It was the orphanage, still standing, even though the roof has caved a little.
I sense strong emotions from Oi.
“Are you from here?” I ask her.
She is taken aback by my straightforwardness and avoids my question. She even asked me why I followed her all the way here. I followed up with another question, but I tell her anyway:
“I grew up here.”
We then share our stories of a little of our childhood memories—how this place was familiar to us, realizations of how living here was not at best.
—
7 year old Raven
“Tag, you’re it!” a half-orc kid exclaimed as he tagged one of the dwarves.
It was play time at the orphanage. The kids were at the open grounds, concrete flooring surrounded by nearly dying plants. It was a sad excuse for a garden. The grounds were an open area within the orphanage building.
I’m not really sure why I didn’t like joining these games, or why I preferred to do physical activities alone. Probably because of Vakri. She seemed to be a tough warrior, always training and meditating on her own. I wonder where her hometown, Dal Quor, is. I wonder why she appears in my sleep. Like I know her. A weird friend I’ve always known but never met. I guess you could say she’s my hero. After all, I look up to her. She’s like this friend in my head.
I look at the other side of the open grounds and see a bunch of kids bullying a much younger kid—maybe around 5 or 6 years old—a half-elf with platinum hair. The child is crying. I think they took her bread. Maybe I should go there…no…Vakri wouldn’t…the half-elf child should be strong enough to fight for herself…yes…Vakri would fight for herself.
I ignore the other children and continue to focus on my mind training and meditation.
—
After talking, a ball flies into our direction, coming from the playground. A bunch of kids run out and try to chase the ball. There’s a kid with a bowl cut. There’s a kid with glasses. There’s a fat kid. There’s a thin kid. There’s a kid that looks like Thorin. These kids pass through us. They’re kicking the ball around, running after each other.
They were happy.
Oi decides to go inside the orphanage to attend to some matters. I tell her I’ll wait for her outside, because I have no business with the orphanage anymore.
After a while, Oi comes out with something in her hand. A lady in her 40s, looking quite frail, sees me and waves at me. Oh, it’s her. One of the adults from before. She’s still here. I smile and wave back.
“Let’s go Violet,” Oi exclaimed.
Ha, Violet. I haven’t heard that name in a long time. It was the name the orphanage gave me, since I was dropped off as a baby with no records. They were so lazy and too occupied with multiple kids that they just named me after the color of my eyes.
Oi was able to find out her real name. She told me her name was Raine. But for practical purposes, she said we should just stick to calling her Oi.
I felt a feeling of closure from her after this orphanage visit.
We decide to walk back and do some shopping. Maybe this could be the start of a friendship.
Goblins and Cabbages
8th of Olarune 998 YK
I just had to write about this moment because it was so amazing and exciting and I can't believe I'm back in my hometown I'm actually more excited I think than I expected yay yay yay
So we're at Middle Tavick's Landing, by the marketplace. We got dragged into an investigation. Some lady got her jewels stolen, and she was accusing this halfling kid stole it. Long story short, we now have to look for the culprits, and the halfling kid—Ragana—has now been temporarily adopted into the party.
After going around for a while, Winter, Mission, Oi, and I see a trio of suspicious looking goblins. We decide to follow after them. Ragana too. Believe me, it was one of the weirdest chases I've ever been in my life.
These goblins were kind of stupid—fast, but stupid. They'd think they're hidden. But they weren't.
The goblins tried to delay us by spilling the contents of some of the vegetable carts, but failed. At this point I just felt bad for the vendors. Especially for that man who seemed to really love his cabbages.
Mission slipped on one of the cabbages but actually managed to roll on it and surf all the way to catch up to one of the goblins....wow.
Mission, Mission's steel defendeer (not a mistake, it's literally a deer), Winter, Oi, Ragana successfully trapped two of the goblins. I was separated from them because I followed the other goblin.
I kept failing to grapple one of them. Something was off about me today. It was incredibly frustrating. Eventually, the damn goblin got away. I was really avoiding not to kill him, but at this rate maybe I should've just killed him.
--
We're reunited with the others who weren't with us at the goblin chase. From here, we'll decide what to do with these goblins. And Accio. Sometimes I forget that he's been with us the whole time. I have a lot of questions for him about the King's Dark Lanterns.
Betrayal
7th of Olarune 998 YK
What is wrong with Ghost?!
I was there...Winter was there...Mission was there...when the contract for the job we did for House Orien was discussed.
Why would he exert effort to create some obviously fake contracts—contracts that he thinks are convincing—in order to swindle the party?
Everyone was pissed. My eyes were glowing like crazy. Oi and I had to confront Ghost.
Ghost has flaws, but I know he still has a soft side. I can feel it. Especially after I mentioned that the old man would be disappointed in him. He asked me how I knew about him. I actually didn't. I just know that there was intense sadness coming from Ghost when we encountered one of the old-looking halfling turned undead creatures. So I figured he knew him. But he didn't reply to my Mind Link back then. At least now I know he really did know that guy. Ghost has a lot of secrets, but no one from this party can hide their emotions from me. They seriously just can't.
--
Because of what happened with Ghost, I had another vision. It was yet another memory of my quori, Vakri. One of Vakri's companions betrayed their group. In the end, they survive—but they let Vakri and the others decide what to do with the traitor. Before I know about their decision, I woke up.
--
We're off to Sharn in the morning.
Home sweet home.
A little bit about my childhood
I was dropped off at the orphanage as a baby. They didn’t know who dropped me off. I was just suddenly at the doorstep, inside a basket, with a note that said “Please take care of me”. Only item left with me was a brilliant crystal necklace, which later on I found out was a symbol for the Path of Light. Never knew who my parents were. Don’t know why they didn’t want me. Not that I cared. One of my earliest memories was about Vakri anyway. Which I realized later on, didn’t happen to everyone. The people at the orphanage thought Vakri was an imaginary friend I made up. They also didn’t know why my eyes would sometimes glow. The other kids found me weird. Not that I cared either too, I grew up not wanting to be quite social anyway. I just needed to be a great warrior. (Thanks Vakri for saving me from potentially awkward social situations.)
As a kid, I just recognized Vakri as this weird friend/role model whose life and memories flash before me occasionally when I sleep. After he adopted me, Jiraiya told me that Vakri was probably my quori—the spirit who resides within me, because of my race. He was the one who introduced me to being a Kalashtar. With his job in the Dark Lanterns, he knew quite a lot. Although he just told me that I’m a Kalashtar. More or less of what being a Kalashtar is, I sort of just learned from Vakri’s memories, and maybe a little intel from Jiraiya. He didn’t want to spoon feed me with information. I guess this is why my eyes glow whenever strong emotions are present (not actually sure if this is confirmed, it’s my own theory). I guess this is also why I can sense other people’s emotions and talk to other people through their minds. Kalashtars have psionic powers.
Even though I saw Vakri as a friend/role model when I was a kid, having a quori reside within you can actually make you crazy. Aside from me having a great sense of emotions, it’s like two people live in my head. Sometimes I feel conflicted with the choices I make. I don’t know if I’m doing it as Raven, or as Vakri. Plus, Vakri’s memories aren’t even in chronological order. Imagine how confused I was as a kid but went with the flow anyway.
Despite all this, hopefully to others, I appear to be getting it together.
Because in my head half of the time I’m definitely not.
The New Party
6th of Olarune 998 YK
So here I am, finally getting some rest after an incredibly long day of battling undead creatures. Too much has happened. I'm with a different party now.
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I've been called to accompany Feather d'Lyrandar and her crew to Mror Holds, in search for a relic with necromantic energy. Of course they call me specifically, for this relic was the head of the lich that killed my father. Of course.
We're in the woods of Talenta Plains now. We're taking a break, so we set up camp. I decide to patrol the area just to check if the coast is clear for any potential danger.
While patrolling around, I hear a commotion a few meters away, near the wolves’ den. I decide to check it out, because I hear screaming...and arguing? Hiding behind one of the trees, I see a rather odd mix of a party of 7 creatures, fighting 3 wolves in front of their den. Someone has fallen to the ground. The rest seem to be in a panic. How pathetic.
I take out my longbow and put an arrow in it. I breathe deeply, and try my best to aim at one of the wolves. I shoot.
The arrow flies, and completely misses the wolf and hits a tree.
Oh my il-Yannah, what a waste of an arrow.
--
And that's where I first met them. To be honest, it's one hell of a weird combination of a party.
There's Oi. She asks too many questions, but seems to be quite friendly. She asks too much about my eyes whenever they glow. For some reason I feel like I've met her before or she reminds me of someone from the orphanage.
There's Ghost. He has a lot of secrets too, and is very cautious. Lately with our most recent adventure at the Jenga Tree I sensed a lot of strong emotions coming from him. I tried to ask him about it, but he didn't say anything.
There's Claw. He always dies. Or is the first one to fall unconscious. But he also transforms into a cat. Cats have nine lives though, right?
There's Mission, who seems to not completely understand social norms yet. He always says the weirdest things...
There's Winter, who was recently in a trance. I don't truly understand him yet. I just know he would rather sleep rather than party.
Lastly, there's Udez. His voice kinda creeps me out. He's good for battles though.
I don't know what to think yet about these creatures as a whole. I don't even know how long I will be with them. But for now, they seem to be good company.
I finally have the Deathly Diadem with me. It will be useful for when we encounter the undead again, but I'm not really sure if I wanna wear it...
As of now, I think we're on our way to Sharn. We've lost Feather in a zombie chase--but she may be hiding somewhere in this ship. Or not. I'm too tired to search right now. Kronk and Yzma turned into zombies and we had to kill them. That made me really sad, they were my favorite crew members. Kronk made really good spinach puffs. I'm gonna offer a moment of silence for Kronk, his spinach puffs, Yzma, and their arguments about levers.
I haven't been to Sharn in years. This will be interesting.
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