Full Name: Ruani Ke'Lara
Nicknames: Ru, Kelara, Ani

Affiliations:

Guild: Sigils
Guild Rank: Sigil of the Wild Malice, Grand Sigil of the Holy
Faction: Freeport, with some ties to Neriak.

Abilities:

Level: 80
Class: Warden
RP Power: She is about average in a fight to a medium skilled fighter, despite her training with weapons. When it comes to healing, however, she has mastered the art of channeling life. She is nowhere near the power of some greater figures in lore, but quite expert in her field.
Special Abilities: Ruani has a very restricted mental link with a very few people for reasons she does not disclose, beyond the normal Sigils link. She does not speak of the bond or how it came to be. Ruani may also have some divine influences which are becoming apparent over time. It is not entirely clear if she is able to control them herself, however.

Personality:

Alignment: Chaotic Evil, occasionally more neutral.
Motivations: Pure id, baby.
Disposition: Fierce and Pragmatic
Outlook: It is difficult to say what Ruani's outlook on life is. At times, she seems grudgingly pessimistic about the world, expecting the worst. At other times, she can be philosophically pragmatic about it, showing little bitterness even when things don't go her way. Generally, she has a lust for life, and does not believe in avoiding vice or what others might call "sin".

Religion/Philosophy: Ruani refers to herself as a Hound of the Father, a wolf in his service. Despite this, those who are close to her know that another God's path has called her, and she clings to Innoruuk's Hate to avoid it.

Sexuality: Yes, now.

Positive Personality Traits: Fiercely loyal, voracious, willing to do anything to serve those that treat her well. Adaptable and changing, she is usually able to turn a situation to the advantage of herself and her House.
Negative Personality Traits: Sullen and vicious hatred for those that betray her trust, and the unfortunate (for them) ability to bide her time until the right time to exact her blood price. Tendency toward submitting and bending to the will of others rather than fighting for her own place.
Misc. Quirks: Ruani lacks facial expressions much of the time, keeping utterly blank in a slightly stolid, perhaps inhibited way.

Physical Features:

Date of Birth: Sometime before the Shattering, and before the exodus from Neriak.
Age: Ruani looks to be in her mid to early twenties, perhaps younger. Her chronological age may be deceiving, however.
Race: Teir'Dal
Gender: Female
Hair: Blue-white
Skin: Dusky dark violet
Eyes: Wolfish ice blue.
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 135lbs

Appearance: A tier'dal who stands roughly 5'6", Ruani is tall and somewhat broad for her kind; certainly not stocky, but of a powerful, curvy frame rather than willowy and frail like many elves are. She has a gait and posture that runs a spectrum from feral to masculine, not prone to feminine things like blushing and shuffling her feet or lowering her eyes coyly. In fact, most of the time her expression is rather blank and flat, as though she has been trained by circumstance or intent not to show emotion. (Face reference: Christina Ricci.)

Ruani is peppered with random scars on her hands and exposed skin here and there, as though from brambles or rough living. They're slight and small in most cases. She bears a flat broad scar between her shoulder blades, and the brand of an eight pointed star between her breasts, white and worn. It is also rumored that she has a hand full of piercings, but if that's true, none of them show in her normal attire of well worn leathers.

Fashion of Choice: Ruani's fashion changes depending upon her mood. She isn't prone to lovely dresses or clothing that bares flesh very often; though occasionally when she gets in the mood she'll where a violet silk gown. Just to surprise people. The attire she does wear is usually stylish, if one can call it that. It doesn't show very much skin, but it matches well, and usually in unique and interesting ways.
Armor of Choice: Leather.
Weapons of Choice: Her sword, shields, and her claws.

Biographical:

Place of Residence: 2 Freedom Road, South Freeport
Place of Birth: Neriak

Relatives:Valtherion (brother), associations with House Dol'Vanden. Once married to Sollusk Ven'Draake, though with his departure, she seems to have cast off his name in favor of her house name. Some bitterness over being left, but she seems to have moved on - and may take another name in the future.
Enemies:It is difficult to tell whom Ruani calls 'enemy'. The overlap with friends and the swift interchange between the two makes it hard to keep track.
Allies: Ruani is a well known member of Sigils, and thus is affiliated and allied with most of the active members to varying degrees. She is often seen in the company of Mahamari Kress, Duvessa El'Lar, Ronnel Goodfellow, and Revenent A'lest. She has many minor allies, however, some lesser known even among those few would expect.

Occupation: Warden

Crafting: Sage

Interests:

Likes: The hunt, showing the faithless the ways of Hate, casting nasty spells into a green amulet around her neck.
Dislikes: 'Unnecessary' pomp and circumstance, red tape that gets in the way of her violence, failing to get what she hunts for.

Favorite Foods: Rare meat, sweet breads.
Favorite Drinks: Blood wine, Thexian Red, various types of juice.
Favorite Colors: Purple, white, red, black.

Hobbies: Rue has a surprising eye for finance, as though she might at one point have been in charge of a household. She is also an accomplished hunter and harvester, and spends a great deal of time bargaining with what she gets.

Details:

Played by What Famous Person: Christina Ricci

Theme Songs:
Love in Chains, Tiamat
Hunter, Bjork
Stripped, Drist
Sister, She Wants Revenge
Everyone Who Casts a Shadow, Wolfsheim

History: There is a history to Ruani, that is clear. She moves like a wild thing that does not abide walls, and seems rather misanthropic, really. She has her good traits, but in a crowd, she seems more like a cornered beast than a woman. Still, she doesn't seem to lie very often, so perhaps if asked, she would say more.

What I know about wolves comes from my farming days, and largely boils down to respecting their territory and never, ever backing one into a corner. These memories come unbidden when speaking to Ruani, who is very much a wolf whether she's traveling on two legs or four.

She has respect for my lieges and shares my disdain for certain of Freeport's cultural mores; we are just beginning to know each other, but I like her already for that alone.

I have fought beside this one and have found myself respecting her power, and her territory. I watch myself around her and have sensed from the beginning, that if I cross the line into her territory, she would come down hard on me and fast much like the Alpha wolf would defending her pack. I do hope in time I might earn her trust maybe even speak with her. Till then, it is a thrill just to watch her fight and enjoy her display of power.

Ruani is an old friend within the Bloodthorn, very passionate, very wolfish, and still very Teir'Dal. Of late, there have been some aspects of her life that have given me pause, but overall, I very much like her, and her way of doing things. There's something about her that can get under my skin in a wonderfully tense way, and there's parts of her that make her just a wonderful friend to have. She comes and goes from my life as whim and need take her, and in some odd ways, she reminds me more than a little bit of Zeverai. Which is, perhaps, why I always feel she can be right next to me, standing perfectly still, and already on her way to someplace else.

Over time, Ruani has woven herself thread by thread into the fabric of my life, and of those I call my family. Just about everyone close to me save Pyxie, which is fine, as those two might explode on contact when two such chaotic maelstroms come into contact. I trust her with my life, with my knight, and with the responsibilities I have placed on her. Now, if only she would come into the Raven now and again.

Ruani knows secrets of me that few else do, and that's perhaps the best compliment I can pay her. The second best, perhaps, is that she and I share many of the same terrible impulses and thoughts, are pulled and driven by many of the same monstrous desires. That she and I have met is something people should be glad of, and fearful of too.

What a witch this lady is! Girl can do some wild things with nature magic that'd like as not make Tunare blush. Then beg for it. Not bad for a slice of dark meat.

I'm neutral on this one, coming back from dislike. We'll see how far the scales tilt or if they sink back to where they were after I first encountered her.

Ru'? Aye, I can tell ya 'bout Ru'.

I don' know why, still don' ta this day, but when Bloodthorn 'ad me, when my hour was Darkest, she saved me. She's one o' 'em, but she didn' let Renita hurt me when she could 'elp it. I'm still confused, an' still tryin' ta find answers. I feel my experiences wit' 'er 'ave only jus' begun.

Ruani is a sterling blend of savagery and smooth Dal finish.

I often bend my perceptions around the concept of an organic scalpel, its shifting razor mass active in response to it's exquisite work. Ruani, in many ways is a walking embodiment of just such an impossibility. The torrid and ultimate honesty of predator and prey is written on the hungry grin she bears.

I always enjoy when a predator's complete singularity in form and function is an overwhelming source of beauty and awe before the absolute terror seeps forth.

Extensive investigation must be had.

My run ins with this one have been brief, but interesting. Seems like she wears clothes that cover her up pretty well, but I can only help but think that she's using them to hide something pretty interesting underneath it all. She's damn good in a fight too. Her demeanor throws me a bit. Too calm at times. Like a storm that you're expecting to break, but doesn't. Makes me a bit uneasy... I can't imagine what'll happen when that front finally comes down.

But I'll be damned if I don't try and find out.

Lady wolf, oh lady wolf how I ponder how your fur will look draped across my floor. I will find out in due time.

Mind your step, Thexian Red. Your ennui is positively dripping.

I hate that.

Filthy elf.

These will be my last thoughts on Ruani, for all indications are that she cannot return from the dead. Ruani was passionate, hateful, deviant, loving, twisting, loathing, vile, beastial, sexual, and self-destructive in the kind of combination that makes men and woman alike want her. Her emotions drive them wild during the day, and nights with her bring experiences few others would dare to participate in.

In short; she was the kind of person who had a powerfully addictive personality that at the same time brought on a kind of madness that tended to make the price of knowing her almost unbearable in equal measure to the exquisiteness of her company.

I know this kind of woman. I've been with a few of them in my past, I know how it usually ends; tears and acrimony. Though it wasn't that way for us. Not how we ended, Ruani and I. Because Ruani's also a wolf. A lone wolf, and she goes off on long journeys. And to be with Ruani, you accept who she is, what she is, and when she comes back, you pick up where you left off. If you become upset that she vanished for a time... that's just not acceptable to her.

For the longest time, I understood that. Until one day, one journey, I stopped. She came back to us, but I wasn't willing to ignore the pain of her long absence. Sometimes, when you go on a trip, you're just gone far too long, and people change while you were away. I accepted it, so did she, eventually.

But there's a truism about lone wolves, they tend to die. There's a truism about self-destructive Teir'Dal, they ruin. Thus... Ruani ended in death and ruin. I watched it all happen from a distance... and when the news came of her passing, I reacted... barely at all, I suppose.

I know this kind of woman. I did mourn Ruani. I mourned her for a long time. I lost her a long time ago. I think perhaps for me, the occasion of her death was the end of my mourning, not its beginning.

You bitch.

You were one of the few who understood. A safe, inviting corner of shadow to hide from the oppressive, wandering lanterns. Oh, you pandered to me, I could see it in your eyes, you didn't have faith in my depth but we shared our darkness together. Somewhere along the way you let it go though, you lost your grip and stumbled into light. You let people discourage you, you let lovers dilute you. You split down the center and I couldn't mend you up. Creature of Hate, we never had that sacrifice to convene a meeting like we'd planned.

Wool soaked with blood and rage, little lamb has run astray.

Why did you tell Mahamari? Didn't you want that too? Did you think yourself instead the teacher, was I to learn a lesson? No trust, never trust. Thank you. But it's not over yet. The bruises healed, and I can fix this. She'll believe me, I'll turn her grey to black without you here to inter- no, without that wretched dove here to interfere. It was her that did it, wasn't it? I could see her, smell her, taste her. You weren't at fault, Ruani.

You just couldn't cut her out.

My Wolf.

My beloved Malice.

Always.

You're gone. You've been gone, roaming the world for these many months - but you never were really gone, were you? I could always feel you faintly there: the wind ruffling through your hair, the midnight howling, the exhilaration of the hunt, the satisfaction of the iron taste of blood - and always the sleeping form of your other half ready to catch you no matter how much you raged. ( Or did I imagine that? )

And as much as you ran, as much as you roamed, I knew you would come running to catch me should I needed it.

Now you are gone and I feel a void in me that is fiercer than any of those monsters or mages in this "Void" we've been fearing for ages.

All I have left of you are the two pictures I drew of you ( My heart almost broke when you said "It's me." as if you had never seen yourself before. ) and the knowledge that I failed you. In trying to help the woman understand herself I made discord. In letting you make me walk away (without even -trying- to reach the dove) I killed you sure as your murderer did.

I was one of the few things the Woman could agree on. You told me - you both told me - that I was not allowed to die. You would track me down in the ether and drag me back. Now you've gone where I cannot reach.

All I want to do is follow you.

One thing first.

I will be a wolf.

Someone is going to answer for this.

I haven't got enough friends, enough people who are willing to look past a lot of stuff and really get it, to stand idly by when one turns up murdered. Even if you'd bristle at me for calling you that you were all the same.

So, someone is going to answer for it.

And if I don't like their answer, someone is going to die for it too.