AERCA RAUVAYNE
NAME: Aerca Rauvayne (pronounced Air-suh Rou-vain)
SPECIES: Komodi
AGE: 27
SEX: Hermaphroditic (Identifies Female)
HEIGHT: 1.7m
WEIGHT: 135kg
EYES: Red
HAIR: Red
SKIN: White
APPEARANCE:
By comparison to most Komodi, Aerca is small. She's never been very big and was always regarded as more of a run than anything. Not that it ever bothered her. It's hard to drag down someone that knows they're dying. Anyway, she has a tendency to wear whatever robes and clothing she can find that will accommodate her tail. She's even known to pull clothes off of dead corpses and wear it despite it being covered in blood. Not uncommon to find her rather dirty and smeared with some unknown substance or other. A little of this, a little of that. All in the name of honoring the Spirits, of course. She would never do anything to dishonor them.
The other thing you can be certain about is that the scars on her face are from the Rites of Passage. Sacrifices to the spirits in the name of growing up. She'd been convinced that some slight marring to her attractive face was what the Spirits wanted of her, so that was what she gave them, and she became all the better for it. The gold chains and feathers hanging from her horns? The other bits and baubles she wears? Random things she's found while scavenging about. She's a bit eccentric when it comes to finding things. You'll often find her wearing something new. One minute she might be wearing a tiara, and the next an animal skull. It just depends on what she finds and whether she likes it or not.
FACTION: None as of yet.
RANK: Spirit Shaman (aka unofficial priest of the Spirits)
FORCE SENSITIVE: No
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
Strengths
Weaknesses
BIOGRAPHY:
Aerca was born in the Grand Caravan. They called themselves that simply because they believed their travels were pretty grand, not because they thought they were the best one. You see, her group of Komodi found travel to be fun and exciting, but it also meant that they were less likely to get stuck on another world and die of starvation or hunger, like so many had on their homeworld. They didn't miss their homeworld the way some did. Since they didn't have any elders among them, they had no reason to recollect the place and soon lost all desire to even think of it. When the conclave was called, they didn't go simply because they had forgotten that there were others in the galaxy like them. They had no recollection that they weren't the only ones of their species.
Now this might have been partially because of the fact that they weren't very old. Most of the Komodi in their caravan suffered from diseases which limited their life spans to, on average, fifty years. It was unfortunate, but it never really drug them down. They were simply happy to live. Among them were a few of the more uncommon types, but they didn't have anyone with rare skin among them. Not until Aerca was born. Having red hair and red eyes was not abnormal, but having those with white skin was incredibly so. She was revered as a sign from the Spirits the moment that she was born, and she was quickly whisked into the arms of the Priests as a result.
Growing up, she was far too happy to fit in with the Priests. Their rigid structure and belief in continual communion was the Spirits bored her, and she would often wander off as a result. Eventually, they were forced to give up and tried to declare her anathema, but it didn't work. They died soon and others were taught to believe in her. Besides, good luck seemed to follow her around. They'd come into good jobs on one world before moving to another and reaping a bountiful harvest. People showered them with affection on one world, and treated them as rare guests on others. That wasn't common prior to her existence, but it became so, and so people attributed it to her. She sort of became their unofficial priest, a shaman to the Spirits, if you will.
Thing was, she never really tried to be such. Sure, she could be seen dancing around and singing to herself quite often, but this wasn't her communing with the Spirits, she just thought it was fun. Knowing that her body was slowly wasting away had taught her that she should enjoy all of the little things in life. So she often dug through junk piles, and marauded on battlefields, grabbing little bits and baubles that she could find and putting them on, or giving them as gifts to people she thought needed them, even if they really didn't. She was quite the eccentric sort, and definitely a spazz, rushing from one spot to the next in search of the next great thing she might find.
She loves love, though. She's often been seen encouraging it among her own people and others. Where love blossoms, so to do her smiles. While she does seek another to mate with, as her life begins to dwindle, she is in no hurry to do so. Each day is another adventure for her, though she finds them increasingly more taxing on her body. Still, she's always smiling and flitting about and talking to herself and anyone that will listen. That is her way.
NAME: Aerca Rauvayne (pronounced Air-suh Rou-vain)
SPECIES: Komodi
AGE: 27
SEX: Hermaphroditic (Identifies Female)
HEIGHT: 1.7m
WEIGHT: 135kg
EYES: Red
HAIR: Red
SKIN: White
APPEARANCE:
By comparison to most Komodi, Aerca is small. She's never been very big and was always regarded as more of a run than anything. Not that it ever bothered her. It's hard to drag down someone that knows they're dying. Anyway, she has a tendency to wear whatever robes and clothing she can find that will accommodate her tail. She's even known to pull clothes off of dead corpses and wear it despite it being covered in blood. Not uncommon to find her rather dirty and smeared with some unknown substance or other. A little of this, a little of that. All in the name of honoring the Spirits, of course. She would never do anything to dishonor them.
The other thing you can be certain about is that the scars on her face are from the Rites of Passage. Sacrifices to the spirits in the name of growing up. She'd been convinced that some slight marring to her attractive face was what the Spirits wanted of her, so that was what she gave them, and she became all the better for it. The gold chains and feathers hanging from her horns? The other bits and baubles she wears? Random things she's found while scavenging about. She's a bit eccentric when it comes to finding things. You'll often find her wearing something new. One minute she might be wearing a tiara, and the next an animal skull. It just depends on what she finds and whether she likes it or not.
FACTION: None as of yet.
RANK: Spirit Shaman (aka unofficial priest of the Spirits)
FORCE SENSITIVE: No
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
Strengths
- Stronger: She's got twice the strength of a human, even though she's smaller.
- Better Senses: She can see, hear, touch, smell, and taste twice as well as a human can.
- Can take the heat!: She can withstand heat really well.
- Breathes Fire: Self-explanatory, though can only be done once per 18 hours.
- Scales: Her scales can stop blades unless repeatedly struck in the same spot, and have been known to also deflect the stray blaster bolt.
- Sharp Things: She's got sharp teeth and claws. Don't upset the dragon!
- Tail: It's basically a third hand!
Weaknesses
- Cold Blooded: She requires light to keep warm. Space isn't the greatest of places for her.
- Sensi-Horn: Yeah, her horns are really sensitive. Touching them does things to her. Breaking them can debilitate her.
- Intelligence: She's not exactly the Valedictorian.
- Cellular Degenesis: Her species is known for having a variety of different diseases that are attributable only to themselves. One of them is Cellular Degenesis. In essence, her body is slowly degrading to the point where cells are dying right, left and center. It's not like the normal process of growing old, where cells replenish themselves rapidly until the organs simply die. In her case, one in every one thousand cells does not regenerate the way that it's supposed. Her body is slowly finding a way to fall apart on her, much quicker than the normal person. In her particular case, she probably has about ten more years to live, and the last few will result in her being nearly unable to function, confined to a chair and requiring constant care.
BIOGRAPHY:
Aerca was born in the Grand Caravan. They called themselves that simply because they believed their travels were pretty grand, not because they thought they were the best one. You see, her group of Komodi found travel to be fun and exciting, but it also meant that they were less likely to get stuck on another world and die of starvation or hunger, like so many had on their homeworld. They didn't miss their homeworld the way some did. Since they didn't have any elders among them, they had no reason to recollect the place and soon lost all desire to even think of it. When the conclave was called, they didn't go simply because they had forgotten that there were others in the galaxy like them. They had no recollection that they weren't the only ones of their species.
Now this might have been partially because of the fact that they weren't very old. Most of the Komodi in their caravan suffered from diseases which limited their life spans to, on average, fifty years. It was unfortunate, but it never really drug them down. They were simply happy to live. Among them were a few of the more uncommon types, but they didn't have anyone with rare skin among them. Not until Aerca was born. Having red hair and red eyes was not abnormal, but having those with white skin was incredibly so. She was revered as a sign from the Spirits the moment that she was born, and she was quickly whisked into the arms of the Priests as a result.
Growing up, she was far too happy to fit in with the Priests. Their rigid structure and belief in continual communion was the Spirits bored her, and she would often wander off as a result. Eventually, they were forced to give up and tried to declare her anathema, but it didn't work. They died soon and others were taught to believe in her. Besides, good luck seemed to follow her around. They'd come into good jobs on one world before moving to another and reaping a bountiful harvest. People showered them with affection on one world, and treated them as rare guests on others. That wasn't common prior to her existence, but it became so, and so people attributed it to her. She sort of became their unofficial priest, a shaman to the Spirits, if you will.
Thing was, she never really tried to be such. Sure, she could be seen dancing around and singing to herself quite often, but this wasn't her communing with the Spirits, she just thought it was fun. Knowing that her body was slowly wasting away had taught her that she should enjoy all of the little things in life. So she often dug through junk piles, and marauded on battlefields, grabbing little bits and baubles that she could find and putting them on, or giving them as gifts to people she thought needed them, even if they really didn't. She was quite the eccentric sort, and definitely a spazz, rushing from one spot to the next in search of the next great thing she might find.
She loves love, though. She's often been seen encouraging it among her own people and others. Where love blossoms, so to do her smiles. While she does seek another to mate with, as her life begins to dwindle, she is in no hurry to do so. Each day is another adventure for her, though she finds them increasingly more taxing on her body. Still, she's always smiling and flitting about and talking to herself and anyone that will listen. That is her way.
