Rhavyn

Name: Rhavyn

Age: 4,700 years

Gender: Female

Race: Avarite (Yes, I made this up)

Height: 5’3"

Weight: 125 pounds

Hair color: Raven black

Eye color: Yellow, almost cat-like in appearance

*ahem* And now for a rather lengthy history/bio. Better get comfortable…

Bio: 20,000 years ago, the Avarites first appeared on the earth and slowly began to build themselves up into a prominent civilization. These unique creatures were humanoid beings with retractable talons in their hands and feet and midnight-black, feathery wings protruding from their backs. Due to their ability of flight, the Avarites built cities that floated in the sky as well as cities on the ground. Their main focus was their worship of the moon, especially the moon goddess, Selene. They built numerous and gorgeous temples and shrines dedicated to Selene and the moon.

Over the next 5,000 years or so, the Avarites developed into the dominant species on Earth. Through sheer force, they declared themselves the rulers of the planet. The other species on Earth were forced to accept this, because the armies of the Avarites were too large to struggle against. For a period of about 5,000 years, the Avarites dominated the earth without so much as a protest from the other species.

During the height of the Avarites’ power, the first Avarite child able to use Lunar magic was discovered. This child’s name was Nathelyk, and this Lunar magic ability, at first, seemed to be of great fortune for the Avarite civilization. However, the corrupting side-effect of Lunar energy was then unknown to the Avarites, and, as time went on, Nathelyk became power-hungry and sought to rule the entire Avarite nation as a dictator. Civil war erupted and tore the nation apart. Hundreds of thousands of Avarites were slain, and whole towns and cities were destroyed, mostly by the sheer ferocity of Nathelyk and his power. He was finally slain in battle by the great, heroic warrior, Gallain, but in the moments before he died, Nathelyk uttered these words for Gallain’s ears only:

“By you I’m slain, and yet I’ll live.
You know not what pow’r I’ll gain.
Your bloodline shall bring your death.
And I shall not die in vain!”

After the forces of the king at that time had suppressed the bloody civil war, all Avarite children discovered to possess Lunar magic ability were taken from their very mothers’ bosoms and slain. This caused great strife among the common Avarite people, and they prayed to Selene for an end to this madness.

Unknown to any of the Avarites, the soul and spirit of Nathelyk had ascended to the moon just moments after he had died. There, he had drawn every last ounce of Lunar energy his soul could hold and assaulted the palace of Selene. He soon had broken into the throne room without much difficulty and stood transfixed for a moment, awe-struck by the beauty of the moon goddess. His fascination, however, didn’t last very long, for Selene had broken the silence.

“I know your heart, Nathelyk. It has become blacker than the innermost parts of a black hole. Why have you assaulted my palace? Do you think to rip my power away from me?”

Nathelyk smiled, a knowing and cunning smile, and his eyes glinted evilly. “You cannot fool me, Selene, goddess of the moon. I have become this way because of the Lunar energy. The moment it contacted my soul, I became power-hungry and corrupted. Don’t think to fool me into thinking that you can use the power of the moon and remain untouched by its taint!”

Selene, her face remaining impassive, blinked once before replying. “You still have much to learn about the workings of the universe, Nathelyk.”

Without warning, Nathelyk roared in rage and lashed out at Selene with all his might. Selene sat there and took the fatal blow, and her body fell limp to he floor. Cackling insanely, Nathelyk stole the powers of the late moon goddess and set himself to the task of creating his own palace and his own servants.

“Those fool Avarites on Earth will not know what has transpired here and will continue to worship Selene. Little do they know that they will actually be worshipping me! HAHAHA!!”

Back down on Earth, time passed, and another Avarite child possessing Lunar magic ability was born. However, the mother of this child acted quickly and hid her daughter away in an abandoned mansion left from the Great Civil War. She named her child Rhianna and reluctantly left her with a single servant to grow up without knowing who her parents were or what was transpiring in the outside world.

18 years passed, and Rhianna grew into a lovely Avarite woman. One fateful day, she wandered down into the basement of the massive mansion. On one of the walls, something caught her eye. Silvery writing was slowly beginning to emerge from the stones. Rhianna, fascinated, watched the writing as it slithered across the stones. When it was finished, Rhianna read, her eyes growing ever larger as she went.

“Whosoever reads this will have supreme power if only he or she will perform the ritual inscribed below.”

Rhianna’s eyes shifted downward and skimmed the ritual. Swiftly, she gathered up the necessary objects, including a long, shining, ornate dagger and a jewel-encrusted dish. Heading back down to the basement, Rhianna performed the ritual to the letter, finishing by slitting her palms and letting the blood drip into the jewel-encrusted dish she had procured. The moment the blood splashed into the dish, she heard a maniacal, triumphant laugh and lost consciousness.

When she awoke, she was no longer herself. She had a menacing air about her, and she didn’t seem to remember who she was before. A voice suddenly echoed inside her head, and she jumped a bit in surprise.

“How do you feel, my pretty one. Can’t seem to remember your name, can you? Your name is Rhavyn, and you are MINE!”

A plain, sliver collar immediately encircled her neck, and matching silver manacles encircled both her wrists. Against her will, Rhavyn suddenly slammed into a wall. She was then picked up and thrown into the ceiling. After being held there for a few moments, she plummeted to the floor. The voice cackled incessantly inside her head. Furiously, Rhavyn attempted to tear the manacles and collar off but to no avail. The laughter crescendoed to a fever pitch.

“Give it up, Rhavyn! You can never escape me. You will do as you're told to do, or you will suffer the consequences of disobedience! Now, take your weapon and destroy the entire Avarite nation!”

A deadly looking glaive materialized in the air beside Rhavyn. A dark power emanated from it as Rhavyn took it within her grasp. Abandoning herself to her master’s will, she set out to unleash her fury upon the Avarite nation. The voice laughed again.

“Yes, go and destroy your people…descendent of Gallain!”

Now, 4,682 years later, Rhavyn wanders the earth, seeking to please her master by carrying out his will. The entire Avarite race has been completely wiped out. Rhavyn is alone with only her master to speak to. She lives a cold and lonely existence, but the Avarite she used to be has been lost to her. Her master dominates every fiber of her being. She is, in effect, an earthly reflection of him. Not wanting to displeased her master, Rhavyn searches for whomever or whatever her master desires to be destroyed.


Weapons: Rhavyn’s primary weapon is her enchanted glaive (For those of you who don’t know what a glaive is, find a picture of Sailor Saturn holding her weapon. That’s a glaive). Rhavyn can also use her 6-inch talons in her hands and feet to cause serious damage to her opponents. Due to her light frame, she isn’t the physically strongest in the world and usually relies more on her Lunar and Shadow magic in battles.

Armor: None (it hinders her freedom of movement)

Appearance: Rhavyn has striking yellow eyes and waist-length raven black hair. She is short with a light frame for easier flying. She can retract her talons and absorb her feathery wings into her body whenever she doesn’t need them. She has very sharp features and pale, almost white, skin. She wears a black hooded cloak when she travels as well as all-black pants and tunics. The most mysterious features of Rhavyn are the plain, silver manacles that encircle her wrists and the matching silver collar that encircles her neck.

Personality: An evil and menacing aura surrounds Rhavyn. She is cold, calculating, and always obedient to her master. She does not hesitate to kill or torture if it is her master’s will that she do so. She shows almost no emotion whatsoever, even while speaking to her opponents.

Awesome. I haven't read all of the "bio" yet, but so far it seems great. Approved.

Hee-hee! Thanks! Now I can post in fights! ^ ^

*Applause* Wonderful I'm feeling a rival race comeing on.... drows vs Avarites... ^_^