Rain

PLAYED BY: Rachel Hannes

CHARACTER NAME: Rain

GENDER: Female

PRONOUN(S): She/Her

CLASS: Mage

AGE: 74 in year 273

RACE: Io’Lorian Syndar

HAIR: Strawberry Blonde

EYES: it’s difficult to tell under the mask… maybe green. Perhaps blue.

OCCUPATION: She seems to do what she wishes or what is convenient.

KNOWN SKILLS:

  • Merchant
  • Companion

BIRTHPLACE: The Kingdom of Lairthuduil, Faedrun

NOTABLE TRAITS: She dresses in all black and red and wears a mask over her eyes.

RELATIONSHIPS: Sister- Eden

RUMORS: She seems obsessed with finding her sister- does she have her own identity?

BIO / BACKGROUND HISTORY:

For so long,  I have waited.

So long that I almost became just a stoic statue, fit for nobody.

But that ends now. I will find her.

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The Calavera are a well traveled people. My family spent my first years in Lairthuduil, enjoying the beauty of the vibrant flowers and plants, learning how best to pick and preserve their properties.

When my mother fell pregnant with my younger sister, we were overjoyed. In our family, we pride ourselves on travel, my parents wishing for each of us to have the experience of an upbringing in different Kingdoms. Feeling drawn to the sea and Lunara, my parents decided we would travel to Karindren for this child’s birth and formative years.

It was a very difficult birth, but successful. Something unexpected, though- this child was born with a metallic glow, her skin kissed by the sun god Sol. A rare honor among the Io’Lorian. Our parents were sad to not have the chance to raise her, but handed her over to the Enlightened with pride when called to. I made a promise to myself that I would see her again some day. That made the parting easier. I didn’t realize at the time that I would spend my whole life clinging to this promise.

Our parents tried to conceive another child, but were unsuccessful. Mother became obsessed with the attempts, so much so, that she saught out a healer to examine her, fearing that Eden’s difficult birth may have made her struggle to bear another. But it was worse than that. Unbeknownst to them, Karindren has a strict policy that families are limited to two children. And the healer and midwife who attended her birth made sure that would be the case. This was not standard practice, but with such rampant prejudice against “Feral” Syndar, cruel actions like this were not unheard of.

Mother was devastated. She turned her obsession toward reconnecting the family with Eden some day.  She tried desperately to discover where the Enlightened were keeping her, and where she had gone after “graduating” from training.  No luck. We did learn, however, that Eden had chosen the colors red and black for herself, so we all adopted them as well, tying ourselves to her in some way.

When the undead plague struck Faedrun, we had been in Tielorrian. We rallied with the other Calavera and made the tumultuous journey to Mardrun.  But our ship was blown off course.  The island that we landed on would become our new home for the next many years.

Many Calavera rejected the tradition of being travelers and now called this place their permanent home. I yearned to find my sister, but feared attacks on the seas. After some time, I began to give up. Not just on Eden. But everything.

Until I heard that there was a chance- a silver Celestine who had come from the mainland and connected with our people. Although we were not her heritage, she made a deep bond with us and earned a place as an elder in our community.  Although she could not be my sister, she brought news that the continent would be safe enough to travel. And with that news, the hope reignited in my chest that I may finally fulfill the promise I had made to myself. I could feel my shadow dissolving.

I needed to go to the mainland. I spent months working to earn enough silver to support myself in travel, not knowing how long it would take to find her. I sold things, I poured drinks, I offered services as a personal assistant, and I sang to earn what I could.

Finally satisfied that I would have enough, it was time. The husband of one of our elders often ferries people to the mainland. But when I approached him he was hesitant and issued a warning that war had broken out among the Ulven people. It would be crazy to go to the mainland now.

But I replied simply, “I would travel far beyond the path of reason. Take me back to Eden.”

Take me back to Eden.

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