Difference between revisions of "Raja Culler"
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|Description=Raja is a dark and mysterious looking woman. She has deep brown skin that sets her apart from most of Arx's inhabitants. Her raven black hair is actually twisted into many long dreadlocks that hang to her shoulders. These are often adorned with colorful beads or small golden clasps. Her almond-shaped eyes are beautiful, but they hold a dangerous, brooding sort of glare. She has a pair of full lips which are often twisted into a smirk. She is a little taller than most women, though not the tallest to be found. Her body is rather curvy with a full bosom and flaired hips. Those curves do not slow her down as she is rather strong and quite agile and it shows with each movement of her body. | |Description=Raja is a dark and mysterious looking woman. She has deep brown skin that sets her apart from most of Arx's inhabitants. Her raven black hair is actually twisted into many long dreadlocks that hang to her shoulders. These are often adorned with colorful beads or small golden clasps. Her almond-shaped eyes are beautiful, but they hold a dangerous, brooding sort of glare. She has a pair of full lips which are often twisted into a smirk. She is a little taller than most women, though not the tallest to be found. Her body is rather curvy with a full bosom and flaired hips. Those curves do not slow her down as she is rather strong and quite agile and it shows with each movement of her body. | ||
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| + | {w({nRaja is bound in various bandages around her torso and right arm/shoulder. Her face has thin lined claw marks that are scabbed and healing. Various insect bites are also healing. She moves rather stiffly as if walking hurts.{w){n | ||
|Personality=Raja is typically quiet and brooding, sticking to her own business. Though, when her passions are aroused, she has no qualms in saying what she wants to say. Her language is often bold, hard, and often foul. She is quick to anger and will often hold a deep grudge until the offender has made ammends. Despite this, once someone has earned her loyalty, she can be one of the best allies one could have. Woe be to the one who would dare betray her. | |Personality=Raja is typically quiet and brooding, sticking to her own business. Though, when her passions are aroused, she has no qualms in saying what she wants to say. Her language is often bold, hard, and often foul. She is quick to anger and will often hold a deep grudge until the offender has made ammends. Despite this, once someone has earned her loyalty, she can be one of the best allies one could have. Woe be to the one who would dare betray her. | ||
|Background=My earliest memory was aboard a ship. I remember lightning. I remember waves crashing over the deck. I remember people screaming and running back and forth as orders were barked. I remember a wave catching me and thrusting me against the mast. It all went dark after that. When I woke, I was here in this city. I don't remember how I got here. I don't even remember where I am from. What I do know is that someone took the time to make sure I was alive. Then, I was left in the tavern with a hot bowl of soup, never to see or hear from anyone of that voyage again. | |Background=My earliest memory was aboard a ship. I remember lightning. I remember waves crashing over the deck. I remember people screaming and running back and forth as orders were barked. I remember a wave catching me and thrusting me against the mast. It all went dark after that. When I woke, I was here in this city. I don't remember how I got here. I don't even remember where I am from. What I do know is that someone took the time to make sure I was alive. Then, I was left in the tavern with a hot bowl of soup, never to see or hear from anyone of that voyage again. | ||
Revision as of 22:05, 24 May 2020
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| Raja Culler | |
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| Social Rank | 9 |
| Fealty | Crownsworn "Crownsworn" is not in the list of possible values (Redrain, Valardin, Grayson, Thrax, Pravus, Lyceum, Crown) for this property.
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| House | Culler |
| Gender | Female |
| Age | 20 |
| Religion | Pantheon |
| Vocation | Criminal |
| Height | 5'6 |
| Hair Color | Raven |
| Eye Color | Ebony |
| Skintone | Deep Brown |
| Family | |
| Parents | Ajus Culler |
| Siblings | Ravna Culler, Evelin Culler |
| Uncles/Aunts | Torian Culler, Talirra Culler, Orathy Culler, River Culler, Rencio Culler, Morveer Culler |
| Cousins | Calandra Culler, Acacia Culler, Gibson Culler, Mae Culler, Itzal Culler, Vernan Culler |
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Description
Raja is a dark and mysterious looking woman. She has deep brown skin that sets her apart from most of Arx's inhabitants. Her raven black hair is actually twisted into many long dreadlocks that hang to her shoulders. These are often adorned with colorful beads or small golden clasps. Her almond-shaped eyes are beautiful, but they hold a dangerous, brooding sort of glare. She has a pair of full lips which are often twisted into a smirk. She is a little taller than most women, though not the tallest to be found. Her body is rather curvy with a full bosom and flaired hips. Those curves do not slow her down as she is rather strong and quite agile and it shows with each movement of her body.
{w({nRaja is bound in various bandages around her torso and right arm/shoulder. Her face has thin lined claw marks that are scabbed and healing. Various insect bites are also healing. She moves rather stiffly as if walking hurts.{w){n
Personality
Raja is typically quiet and brooding, sticking to her own business. Though, when her passions are aroused, she has no qualms in saying what she wants to say. Her language is often bold, hard, and often foul. She is quick to anger and will often hold a deep grudge until the offender has made ammends. Despite this, once someone has earned her loyalty, she can be one of the best allies one could have. Woe be to the one who would dare betray her.
Background
My earliest memory was aboard a ship. I remember lightning. I remember waves crashing over the deck. I remember people screaming and running back and forth as orders were barked. I remember a wave catching me and thrusting me against the mast. It all went dark after that. When I woke, I was here in this city. I don't remember how I got here. I don't even remember where I am from. What I do know is that someone took the time to make sure I was alive. Then, I was left in the tavern with a hot bowl of soup, never to see or hear from anyone of that voyage again.
It seems to me that noone likes to have a dead kid. Everyone wants to save the children. Yet, noone wants to take care of one. As a result, I simply became one of the forgotten. I lived on the streets, forced to steal so I could eat. I got caught many times and took my beatings. I would retreat to the dark corners to nurse my bruises. It strengthened me. I became better. I became bitter.
I grew older and I grew stronger. The people that tried to pick at me stopped as I showed them I was a force to be reckoned with. I stopped caring. Noone else cared, why should I? I made my way into the Culler family. I am not blood kin to them, but it sure beats being alone. It gives me a warm bed and food and in return, I will fight off anyone who dares to look sideways at them.
