Nik's Characters

The life of Little Harley Robbins is a rather simple and contained one. This is not to say that she is not happy and fulfilled. She has only ever known life as she lives it with its daily routines and responsibilities and fills her free time often enjoying the area just outside of Auvrynon or pouring over books, absorbing what information they offer.

Harley’s family is not huge, but neither is it a small one, especially when she’s got one older brother and a very boisterous and imaginative younger brother. Her father, Odell, has the kindest eyes around, the most infectious laugh, and a hearty head and face of gray hair in Harley’s eyes. She always had been a daddy’s girl, and that was furthermore strengthened by sharing the same passion as him, even as a little girl. Her mother is who she gathered most of her looks. Harley is not the most beautiful girl in the city, by any means. Some would call her ordinary, but she has a tender quality about her and an inner beauty that shines when she is most in her element. Those who know this, often call her the princess of her father’s shop. The Robbins family is one that would invoke a warm admiration and happiness from passers-by who happen to catch a glimpse at the family through the window. Smiles and love have never been lacking in Harley’s life.

Harley’s daily routine consists of not only the typical family endeavors of meals, house work and quality time, but also of helping her Father in the family Apothecary or making house calls to help citizens with their ailments. Harley adores the work and indeed blossoms while doing it. Normally, a shy and easily discomfited young woman, she is quite the opposite while at work. There she is confident, quick to react, out-going, assertive, knowledgeable, and alive (among other things!). It is where she is comfortable and thus a smile most often lights up her face rather than being warmed by rosy cheeks. It is in the shop or with long time customers one can see the fondness most have for the girl. Many have known her since she was just a babe, and have seen her grow from diapers, through her awkward youth, and finally to the young lady she has become. It is because of this that many still call her “Little Harley”. That and because she was always on the smaller size growing up.

The boundaries to what Harley knows in life are small to many, but normal to her and to those who have born and lived their lives exclusively in Auvrynon and its immediate surroundings. Harley does not come from a line of travelers or adventurers. The Robbins have always been rooted in Auvrynon. One should not ever assume for an instant that her father has sheltered Harley or that her life situation has held her back. It simply should be viewed that she has been exposed to as much as she can given the life she leads. Her boundaries are open to experiences which broaden her horizons. Given her age, 22, she is at a prime age to really start developing her life and realizing her own naivity as she encounters the many people who travel through the city daily.

Of course, it is not as though Harley does not realize that a whole world exists outside of Auvrynon. What she knows of this world is only what she has read in books and dreamed about in her mind. New knowledge that expands the horizons and perceptions within her mind never cease to astound her. That so many different dimensions about the simple things she knows, even as simple of a thing as uses of music, exist is entirely intriguing to her. When these realizations occur she can usually be found scouring the book cart in the Trader’s Square to read as much as she can on the topic.

Harley has a whole life to live; A whole world to experience. Should she stay the same, she will have had a content and happy life, knowing none the better. Should new experiences find their way upon her doorstep, well then who knows where life will take her.

SOPHIA

Sophia is a formidible person, one not to be messed with. She is cursed by the blood of the wolf. No, not a werewolf, but in her cruelty many were slaughtered of that race without compassion and the lover of one set a curse upon here that the raging blood would flow through her veins.

A better character concept to come. Here are her pictures:

DOMANI ERELAH

The Seer

RACE: Human/Otherwordly
AGE: Unknown
APPEARANCE: She has appeared in many forms, but most often as that of a dark haired woman clad in white linen. The pale form appears ethereal and mysterious, for her purpose is to prophecy yet her eyes remain shrouded in bandages from which seep trails of blood.

THE STORY:

For Domani, time knows no bounds. There is not past, there is no future. She simply is. She simply exists, called forth to all ages by the knowledge that burns its images in her mind.

Was she alive as people know it once? She cannot remember a past outside of the time she has endured the burden she carries, for as we all know, prophecy often precedes sadness and hardship. Domani simply appeared one day long ago before you, before your fathers, before your father’s fathers. The words slipping from her tongue, dripping from her mind, the truth – So she sees, so it shall be. It cannot, will not be undone.

So sad a life to live, our Domani, for she lives the lives of many. Every being whose tale sears itself into her mind fills her body with its experience. She feels what you have or will feel. She’s lived it all, yet can never call it her own and when it is all said and done all Domani remains is an empty shell, until the next time she is ripped forth to another beings life. You may call it a gift. Some call her an angel, some the devil. No one realizes her as the slave she is to everyone else.


Powers: Domani has the ability of sight. It is the reason she exists, though her origin is unknown. As such, her mind is developed and it is her only defense as well as offense. She does not exist to fight.

Domani is human in most senses when she is called forth by a vision, and for the duration of that prophecy she stays in that person's world, be it a minute, a day, or years. During this time she can be injured and 'killed'. If this happens she simply vanishes for a time until the next time she is called forth. Her mind can be used to move objects, propel people backwards, and if her connection with the being her vision is of is strong enough, empathetic attacks. Her usage is not to kill, but to defend herself more often than not.

WEAKNESSES: She is NOT immortal. There will be a way she can ultimately be killed or released from her task. She also has limited defenses other than her mind

MORE TO COME...

Name: Arilyn Killenddare
Titles: None that are too respectful of her.
Allias: Reaver

Origin : As far as she knows, the Fairyhaunt Woods. It is all she remembers and knows.

Physical Description
Gender: Female

Race: Elven

Actual Age: 153

Appeared Age: 23

Height: 5 foot, 9 inches

Weight: 122 pounds

Body Build: Willowy and lithe, but she moves with a grace only endowed to elves

Eye Color: Reddish Magenta

Hair General: White-Blonde, often unkept

Skin Color: Pale and in spots inscribed with runic symbols.

Tattoo(s): The runic symbols mentioned above. Usually these symbols are so transparent it is hard for one to see, however if she actually uses the magic she oft hides then shimmer softly into appearance

Personality
Temperament: Often moody and aloof. Reaver only ever depended upon one person, herself. She can be pessimistic and rarely allows a smile to grace her face except for in instances where her actions please her, usually not pleasing to anyone else. Some would say she has a sour personality and is hard to get along with.

Interests: Destruction and plundering... or in more acceptable terms, fighting and thieving. She grew up in a place that was like a fairytale, but as the Woods grew more and more chaotic she adapted to survive, earning herself the name Reaver for her efficiency at keeping her own funds at a livable level without having to do much real labor of her own.

Aversion: Overly cheerful people, as she does not understand it due to her own life experiences. She also seems to have an aversion to friendship and love, most likely because it would mean trusting another person instead of solely herself.

Ideology: You make your own way in life. I happen to make mine in a way that most others don't like, but hey, a gal's gotta do what a gal's gotta do, right?