)( ALL credit for the picture, what little there is to be had, goes to me, Aura's player. All the information here, scant as it is, is merely to help one get a picture of what she is like, so you may decide whether to roleplay with her, or ignore her completely. Only her appearance may be referred to in the beginning posts of an RP, since strangers will have no way of knowing her name, age, personality, etc. )(
Aureon Akkarin... Aura, to those who knew her. A thief and an aimless wanderer, who had every appearance of being human...Or she would, were it not for the pair of rather small, yet exquisitely beautiful wings visible over her shoulders.Usually about two feet long each, they appear white from a distance, but a closer inspection reveals each feather to be crafted of a substance that could only be described as solid light, almost transparent and constantly shifting colors, much like her eyes. When she wishes it, they shift to a larger size, with a wingspan of ten feet from tip to tip. Or, she can make them vanish completely; though only for short periods of time. As of yet, she can't fly, only glide for short distances, and her landings suck. But she's trying.
She appears to be about sixteen, possibly a little older, five feet and two inches tall, with a slender build that she didn't really work to attain. She usually wore black, white, and/or purple schemed clothing, tunics and breeches and leather jerkins, cloaks and boots and the whole nine yards. (As you no doubt figured out, I prefer medieval-type RP.) Short blond hair falls into her eyes, the color of pure gold. Her eyes are odd, being mostly purple, but with a ring of sky blue around the pupil, the outside of her iris pitch black. They seem almost too large for her pale face, giving her an endearing look. As mentioned before, they change color with her moods. The key is something that will have to be figured out, but here is a hint; beware of black eyes. She is far from homely, but is attractive only according to taste.
Now, I know some dreams don't allow humans. Aura has that problem solved! You see, while wandering, she met a kindly feline mage who taught her how to shapeshift into three different forms; all being feline, considering the mage's own species. One is a small cat, with long white fur. Another is a large feral tiger, also white but with lavender stripes, about 5' at the shoulder. The third is an attractive anthropomorphic form, with light purple hair and short white fur covering her body. All three forms have purple eyes, and a crystal on her forehead that changes colors instead of her eyes.
She has no friends, no family, nothing. Though she may, at times, seem bubbly and outgoing, the truth is, it is very hard to discern anything about her, or her past. She rarely talks about it at all, which speaks volumes of how horrible it must have been. In order to discover what happened to the poor girl, one would have to get very close to her; a feat unto itself. On occasion, she does let a little something slip, but usually it's to her own benefit. Nothing too outrageous; she won't weep and cry just to get all your money. She'd let slip that assassins were after her to get a bodyguard, though. Gotta love the guilt card. She does have weapons, two very special weapons, one at her left hip, one at her right shoulder. She never uses them, or at least no one can prove that she has, so no one knows what they look like, or why she carries them. All she will say is that they are named, meaning that they are special weapons, but she won't tell you what they're called.
Shy. Quiet. Gentle. Seemingly useless. Aura is a fount of magickal energy, as of yet untapped. What she truly is, even she does not know. She doesn't know how strong her magick is, what she is, or even that she is far from human....
