Rhiannon Elizia
Rolanberry Reaper
“I love walking in the forests back home and I love a good spar where I feel as though my blade’s met an equal"
"I’m from outside of Quarrymill, the caves near that old palace where spirits are said to haunt but I never found it all that scary despite what everyone says"
Alignment: Neutral
Age: 28
Gender: Female
Height: 5'10
Hair color: Black
Eye Color: Red
Orientation: Bisexual
Occupation: Shroud Guide
Locale: The Black Shroud
Favorite food: Rolanberry tarts
Weapons of choice: Scythe, Bow and arrows
Personality
Rhiannon is a graceful sort, offering easy smiles and pretty words like clouds offer rain and birds offer song. It's like a second nature to be charming and coy, everything about her is practiced. Though those who really get to know her know her as an easily flustered and excitable woman. She loves sweets and lazing about in the comfort of her rented apartment when she's not on jobs. Rain is a bit of a tease, enjoying bringing people to a flustered state, indulging in the joys of playfully bullying those she finds herself close to.
My Name is Rhiannon though most call me Rain because I was a crybaby as a child, you know.. I clutched at my mother’s skirts far past the weaning age
Born a duskwight within the confines of the of the shroud, Rhiannon was never destined to have an easy time of things. She grew up mocked and ridiculed by her wildwood cousins. As a young child she feared them, feared rain and thunder, the dark confines of the caves her family lived in. She was ever the crybaby and as such her name, Rhiannon, was shortened to Rain.
She was trained in the way of the blade, handy with daggers and a bow when she was a young woman. It took years, honing the implementation of something she had once used for farming, for plant tending, into something deadly upon the field of battle. She did it though, a decade of training on her own, so that she might defend her self against those who would cause her harm.
She speaks not of the incident that brought a blade to her hand preferring to keep the ghosts of pain at bay by helping those who pay her. She deals in comforts, in reassurances. Whether that be in a fluttered smile or the slice of her blade that depended on the job and on the gil that slips into a gloved hand.
Partner: Y'raelyn Kett