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Date Posted: 22:50:22 06/04/02 Tue
Author: Raia
Subject: Well, well, lets see here...

I helped edit the intro, add some rules, and now I'm joining. 'Nuff said? 'Nuff said. *cackles* New charrie... Oh my, this is going to be fun. Just to warn you, I haven�t written a post in several months, so my writing isn�t going to be that great for about a week or so. I shouldn't use this name, but I will. I can't help it.
Note: 'tis my own, personal name which I use for ritual, etc., and very VERY special. If I see ANYONE using it ANYWHERE, you WILL be very, very sorry, and you WILL find a properly descriptive email in your inbox. (lol)

Name: Rhowe'non; A combination of Rhiannon, meaning "Great Queen" (Welsh), and Rowan, meaning "little red one", and in this case in reference to the tree (Gaelic).
E-mail Address: Raia_Wavedancer@yahoo.com
Gender: Female
Age: 23 or there-abouts

History: Born to a light-skirted performer in a theatre troupe, Rhowe'non spent most of her young life on the road. Others her age generally avoided her due to her strange appearance, which suited her perfectly. Her piercing, startling cobalt gaze was enough to send chills down the spine of her own mother, and many whispered she had strange, bewitching powers, although none of it, naturally, was true. People tend to twist what they do not understand, and thus it was in her case. She preferred the company of trees, the moon, and the wild, however, and though she did not exactly encourage the rumors, she did nothing to disprove them, wither. Finally, when she was around the age of fifteen, some began to say that she had begun tapping the powers of Chaos to raise demons of some sort, and she was driven away, fear of the unknown driving the actors and musicians to turn on her. Fleeing with only the clothes upon her back, a small, wooden piccolo with a silver head she had been given by a music loving noble, and a dagger, she got as far from the group as she could and then turned off the main road and into the trees. For the next several years, she lived in the wilderness she so loved, taking only what she needed and doing her best to heal wounded creatures of the wood she should come upon. As time passed, her skills grew, until finally she was well acquainted with the properties of many of the plants growing among the trees and shrubbery, although she knew not their names. Occasionally she would venture out to human habitations to catch word of what was going on in the outside world, then return again to her solitary lifestyle. She began hearing scraps from the commonfolk about a strange, aloof group of people, who worked "miracles" and worked in partnership with "monsters"� Naturally, she had to see for herself.

Personality: A wanderer at heart, Rhowe�non dislikes staying in one place for too long. Although rather distant and untrusting at first, once she gets to know people she is a loyal and open friend. Her tongue, however, occasionally gets her in trouble, when she has opportunity and will to make use of it.

Appearance and Skills: Waist length, silvery hair, with a queer, nearly bluish tinge to it. Her eyes are a brilliant cobalt, although at some angles they appear violet. She is about 5�7 1/2" (yes, I had to make that difficult *G*), and looks fairly tan no matter the season, which tends to look quite outlandish against her white hair and blue eyes. She prefers to wear green ("The better to hide from you with, my dear.") and not infrequently wraps her hair in vines, both to keep it out of the way and to cover up the tell-tale white which might reveal her location. More than skilled with a dagger, she was skilled in her youth with a bow as well, and although she has not used one since she was driven from the troupe, she could probably pick it up again fairly quickly. She could never get the hang of longer blades, however � how on earth do those people cope with swinging something around twice the length of their arm, anyhow? She can play fairly well on her beloved instrument, although she prefers to do so only when alone, and can heal wounds of the body, though with physical skill, not majiick.

Majiick word: Let me see here... Sorry, my lamp-light got turned off. (random, eh? Ah well.

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