[Emeraven]

Full Name: Emeraven Stormrose
Nicknames: Eme, Auntie Em, Emer, Stormy

Biographical:

Level: 72
Class: Ranger
RP Power: Highly Skilled

Race: Half Elf
Gender: Female
Date of Birth: Stargazing (march) 1st
Age: Young
Hair: Pale Gold
Skin: Dark Brown
Eyes: Golden
Height: 5’10”
Weight: 155

Place of Residence: Gorowyn
Place of Birth: Surefall Glade

Relatives: Lasuru (Sister) Tealeanna (Daughter)Two Nieces (unnamed) Flavorie (blood relative)
Enemies: Any against her family
Allies: Her family an mates

Occupation: Finder
Crafting: Woodworker

Appearance: Hair a dark copper red, unbound or in braids, her skin is a dark chocolate brown, with golden eyes.

Fashion of Choice: Leathers, Robes
Armor of Choice: Chain
Weapons of Choice: Bow, Axes

Special Abilities: Depends what she has to do

Personality:

Alignment: Changes
Motivations: Intensely loyal to her mates
Disposition: Blunt, outgoing, vicious
Outlook: Flexible

Religion/Philosophy: Family is everything

Sexuality: Bi-sexual

Positive Personality Traits: Implacable will, intensely loyal
Negative Personality Traits: Over thinks, acts rashly
Misc. Quirks: Will change depending on the situation or people around her.

Affiliations:

Guild: Acadian Exiles
Guild Rank: Member
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Interests:

Likes: Running, hunting, blood
Dislikes: Feeling trapped, stupid or unwanted

Favorite Foods: Anything she can chew
Favorite Drinks: Vodka, Brandies
Favorite Colors: Blue, Gold, Black

Hobbies: Collecting titles

Details:

Played by What Famous Person: Need suggestions for new look..

Theme Songs: Stormdreams – Lorien, I Want Love – Silent Hill, Gunning Down Romance – Savage Garden, Dead Promises - The Ramses, My Ruin - Terror, Underground - David Bowie, Cry Little Sister - Nikki McKibbin

History: She is one of those figure that many people know of, but not many know her or her history, outside of the family she still remains a bit of an enigma.

She has left an returned to this world in living memory, anything else is open to investigation an interpretation.

I have only known her for a night, I dont know why, but i just needed her that night. Sometimes things happen in your own world .. that you just want to avoid the pain.. to forget...and sometimes there is a magical creature whose arms you can run to.. to make you forget for that single night...letting you feel a sense of peace in a time of a storm.

<as Dunt> She is my friend. She likes baths. I like baths. I like Emeraven.

<as Modesta> A free spirit. It warms my heart to find a new patron that enjoys my music so deeply.

i met thisssss sssoft sssskin, no....i mean Emeraven, sssshe is beyond common titles sssuch asss that. sssshe helped me find find comfort on my firsssst night in the raven, wise, kind, troubled, and beautiful even if it wassss an off day for her. sssshe has earned my ressspect greatly. Tzarkus wissssh to sssspeak to her more ssssometime yesss. not often do i meet sssssuch people asssss her.

Emeraven is a joy to know, though I know that by keeping a polite distance I will never be much more than an acquaintance or client who bought bookcases from her once.

She bears striking resemblnce to another Ayr'dal I know, and at first I mistook her for that arrogant pirate, however I quickly realized I was dealing with a very different and much more pleasant person.

She reminded me exactly of what I had, despite my past, that now I have something more precious than I'd ever had. Can't be more grateful about it than that. And I look forward to talking to her more. She's got perspective--and a girl can't have more than her share of that.

Eme feels deeply, an' feels bound t' try t' fix what she sees as wrong. She's stronger'n most in that she don't let pain keep 'er from doin' what she sees as right. I only 'ope she can learn that ye can't always fix what don't want t' be. I don't like seein' 'er in pain. Guess th' best thing 'bout 'avin' no family is that I get t' choose me own; I'm proud t' call 'er sister.

It's worth repeatingover againI'll keep my head up and swallow my prideagainI'll give it awayagainIt's been dead so long it can't die thereagain.I-I am a diamond and I cannot be brokenI-I am a diamond and I cannot be broken

*chuckles softly*

Ahhh yes, the woman with the pussy...

That was an amusing banter, but i've noticed she has radically changed since that day. Be it for the worse or for the better, I have no idea. I sincerely doubt she is someone I would consider taking home... but she is someone I think I would possibly consider a friend with time...

...and she's pretty damn good with a bow too.

Emeraven.....the onlys ones thaat understands the ballence i seeks...i needs in my lifes. i likes her ands cosider her an ally. Hopefully i cans repays her for her understandings and sympathy for mes.

*grins a bit at Emeraven's name*

I don't really know her too well, but already she has been a wonderful friend to me. Hopefully someday I can be of help to her as well...

This woman seemed hesitant around me at first, not knowing what to make of me. I admit I have a strange mixed past concerning the Raven Mythic and was not suprised to find many hesitant at my return. Yet, this woman welcomed me. She spoke of her sister, which I have caught glimpses of as well. Two beautiful beings, willing to overlook words of gossip and judge me for who I am.

For that I am grateful.

I had the distinct priviledge of drinking this one under the table. All I know was that I came in, she was buying drinks, and I was in the mood to get intoxicated as quickly as possible. So her, a halfling, and I drank entirely too much in a brief span of time. Before I knew it, she was kissing me, then she was fainting on me. So now here I am, watching her sleep on my bed, hoping she doesn't choke on her own sickness before I fall asleep.

i spoke with this woman on occasion she is strong of heart, facing many trials and her past on a daily basis, seeing her reminds me where to look in myself for strength. i admire her in that reguard being the crutch for those who need it, she deserves a large thanks for doing such a noble duty, i should perhaps speak with her more, but im afraid my ..time...spread out as is does not permit me to do such, maybe when all comes to pass and i perhaps am able to sit and relax ill speak to this pillar of strength and learn more of the person behind the face.

Eme and I find in each other what we want in others, and that's mainly love and understanding. Though we've others in our hearts, we do find time for one another when it's needed and I find that very comforting. She's a very special one this one.

she is a sister of sorts but mainly a friend. she can sing, she can comfort and she can spark a laugh, for that i aprieciate her company in the inn. no person i'd rather call a sister ranger then herself. id o not know her to well yet, but maybe i will talk more with her on my occasional visits to the tavern.

Hmm...not quite sure what to make of this one. Sometimes shes fairly friendly...at others shes oddly distant and a tad cold. I wonder....

Emeraven... she will always hold a dear and special place in my heart, for her near boundless patience, her constant, unwavering support. She's a booster, behind people, cheering them on. Me, or any of her friends. She celebrates with you, she finds reason to cheer in victories mundane, and large alike, and there never seems to be a time when she's not willing to show her enthusiasm for anything.

She has a temper, I know, but I have never seen it, and by all accounts, it's rare indeed. She's never demanded of me, never guilted me, asked of me, or done anything other than accept me for exactly what I am, good and bad in one.

For that alone, she will always have a piece of my heart, and my love. My biggest regreat in knowing Emeraven is that feeling that one day, I will surely break hers. Every time Emeraven brings a bit of joy into my life, there's a small bit of disgust I have in myself for allowing it. If I truly cared for her, I would have never allowed her to get as close to me as I have.

But, for now, I try and forget the inevitable, and just enjoy her for the person she is. I think she would appreciate that in me.

A very kind woman, willing to share her home and accomodations easily, with a raw undercurrent to her. Not bound by anyone's moral or social conventions, entirely her own creature. Not enough time has been spent talking to her, and we should correct that.

I don't know this one's name, I only know her face. She seems to know key members and staff inside the Inn, though she is usually only conversing with those she seems to know, not that I really had much to say to her when we were in the Inn together. She speaks with a familiarity of a regular patron, so perhaps she's a good one to observe while I am there, so I may better come to know more about the Raven and it's customers.

Auntie Eme is the best! She got me this really excellent bow that I'm gonna learn really quick how to use. She even has been teaching me stuff. I'll be running away faster than ever. And lookin' real innocent while I'm doing it. You'll see.

What a sweet girl. I do wish we could share a cup of tea or some such more often. She has a level head on her shoulders.

An Elf, Emeraven is one of many unique customers who patronize my pub. She is clearly long-lived. I speculate that she is older for even her own kind. This is evidenced by her distinct knowledge of the Kerran tribes of more than a few ages past. Conversations between us are particularly satisfying to me. We speak to one another as the tribes do when passing down lore to each other. Unlike most of the furless, Emeraven has actually been to Kerra Isle. Though this would have to have been a very long time ago. I was most impressed and grateful when Emeraven shared with me an old flask of Kerran mead. The mead was almost unheard of outside my homeland.I'm sure that there is more than meets the eye with regards to Emeraven. My time in this world is shorter than that of Emeraven. Who knows what mysteries I might learn from her?

Firstly, I am glad to be on the string-side of her bow. I will have enemies in my life, but I can state with complete confidence that I want no part of an enemy like she would be. It is a small mercy that her implacable will is directed towards something we can agree needs to be destroyed, as it has been a blessing to have her tirelessness and determination at my disposal.I would not call us friends, as I am sure she would be as uncomfortable with that word as I. For now we are allies, and I will be comforted by that and see what the future will bring. As we share a common trouble at the moment, I may have perhaps let slip more than I would like about myself. I wonder what price I shall have to pay for my carelessness.

I met Emeraven through not quite so normal methods, but for me, that only emphasizes the intrigue of this individual. We met, and spoke for a time, but then other duties called. She seems like she is a good, fun and friendly sort, with a strong sense of devotion to those she cares about, and I respect that.

She is one who stepped forward and now learns in one's house. There is volatility to watch for and chaos. Silence is held in peace of watchful waiting.