Post by Rezima on Nov 28, 2015 8:17:10 GMT
Name: 'Rawi'
Race: Elf
Age: 77
Height: 5'1
Weight: Medium
Race: Elf
Age: 77
Height: 5'1
Weight: Medium
~Physical Description~
Rawi is not...the fairest..of the fair folk, she is really rather unseemly at first glance. She always looks very put-off by something, as if she has always just bitten into a lemon, despite her actual mood. It likely doesn't help that her face looks as if someone lobbed a particularly heavy cobblestone at it. She is fairly wiry, her pale skin stretched taut across her tiny frame. She keeps her auburn/brown hair in a functional pixie cut, and is generally garbed in a practical suit of leather armour.
~Rawi's Life up until now~
Still young for an Elf, Rawi was little prepared for the outbreak. Daughter to a humble bowyer, she spent most of her young life working with her father and hunting for their meals. She lead a relatively mundane and uneventful life in the forests of Sindara, largely separate from society.
Rawi was not initially aware of the outbreak for near a fortnight. She remained blissfully unaware of the looming danger, just miles away, until her father failed to return home from one of his usual forays into the city. After a few days of worrying, she left their home in the forest to search for him, soon spotting the dead and undead littering the outskirts of town.
Once the bleak truth of what had likely befallen her father had finally sunk in, and with what had clearly happened to Sindara, Rawi fled back into her familiar forests, avoiding the undead whenever possible. She survived as best she could, hunting game until there was no safe game left to hunt, scavenging for the few safe plants she could find to eat, eking out a meager and miserable existence in what used to be her childhood home.
After many years, the loneliness and hunger began to eat away at her, pushing her to set out into the city for what few supplies remained at regular intervals.
Rawi was not initially aware of the outbreak for near a fortnight. She remained blissfully unaware of the looming danger, just miles away, until her father failed to return home from one of his usual forays into the city. After a few days of worrying, she left their home in the forest to search for him, soon spotting the dead and undead littering the outskirts of town.
Once the bleak truth of what had likely befallen her father had finally sunk in, and with what had clearly happened to Sindara, Rawi fled back into her familiar forests, avoiding the undead whenever possible. She survived as best she could, hunting game until there was no safe game left to hunt, scavenging for the few safe plants she could find to eat, eking out a meager and miserable existence in what used to be her childhood home.
After many years, the loneliness and hunger began to eat away at her, pushing her to set out into the city for what few supplies remained at regular intervals.
It was during one of these trips that she stumbled across an inn, filled with other survivors...
