PLAYED BY: Sheila Rose
CHARACTER NAME: Nyxaria “Feonyx” Ravenbrooke
GENDER: Female
CLASS: Rogue
AGE: 70
RACE: Syndar
HAIR: Brown
EYES: Brown
OCCUPATION: Laborer
KNOWN SKILLS: Polearm
BIRTHPLACE: The old continent
APPEARANCE: Pale, long hair, thin
RELATIONSHIPS: Member of the rangers
BIO / BACKGROUND HISTORY: Born in a small fishing town seated on a river in Vandregonian territory. By 10 years of age, the human and syndar kingdoms have already joined together in their Grand Alliance against the undead plague. Forty three years later, the survivors of the war fled to the new world. Though looking for prosperous new beginnings, this proved difficult due to the land’s natives. Skirmishes and tension were common for the next few years. As things calmed down, the family set out to return to their roots by settling in the town of Crow’s Landing. The town began to deteriorate due to the negligence of the Crow’s Guard. During the harshest winter, a group clad in green came to the dying town’s aid. By pooling their resources, they were able to sustain the town and convince a noble house to invest in the town’s further survival. Come next spring, the town opted to appoint this group the new leaders of their domain. They became the Rangers of Crow’s Landing.
I’ve wanted to help out this new group, but I wasn’t good at combat. So I found someone to teach me. I found a few members of the town guard willing to help me out with this. They tried to show me many different ways to fight; how to kill one’s enemy at a long range with the bow. How to fight with others in a shield wall. They also tried showing me how to fight with a long spear. I sadly wasn’t very good at any of this. Thankfully the captain of the guard saw that I did seem to use the long spear defensively. So he brought me a staff. In a few months, I was able to block most blows sent my way. I had found my weapon style. I, however, had no idea how to go up to them and ask if I could join them. I’ve never been the greatest at talking to anyone. I felt disappointed with myself, so I went to the White Rabbit in town to drink. This bar is what got me into the Rangers.
This bar has been a part of the town ever since my family’s been here. The owners’ sons run it now; Jack and Jon Melteson. They are Vandregonians like myself. I’ve never really talked to them, but they’ve been nice. Luckily on this day, a number of the Rangers were also present at the bar. Having just returned from one of their outings, they seemed in good spirits. I took up a seat near the group, quietly listening in on their conversation as I debated how to approach them. The more I listened in, the more intrigued I became with their behavior and demeanor. However, social interaction has never been my strength. So, to help loosen my tongue some, I took a risk. I ordered a second pint. And then a third. And a fourth.
From there, I remember little. At some point I approached the green cloaks and struck up a conversation. I have no idea what was said, but apparently I made a lasting impression; the next thing I remember is a brawl. An angry brawl fueled on by chants and cheers of encouragement. I recall I was fighting someone they called Itchy. And I was beating him with my staff. From there my world went black. When I awoke, I did so with a horrible hangover and a green belt around my waist.
Today I leave for my first mission in the swamp with a few of them. My head is killing me.