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Played by Jenn
Joined On 12-February 10
Birthday is 27 October 1991
Y!M. greenfire_eyes777
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I are Jenn. Hello, and good riddance. I can be very annoying, though usually I'm just egotistical and arguementive... Er, wait a second... Oh, never mind, I forgot, awesome people are allowed to contradict themselves.
Anyways, I'm friendly, if a bit pestulant, and I love to talk and play games, and be the idiot I was born to be...
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About Craven · Loner
Given Name - Craven Flight
Birthdate - January 7th
___Age - 13 Month Old
Gender - Male
Species - Tarin
___Resembles Common (or Northern) Raven
Sounds Like - Anthony Bourdain
Relations - Father: Khallen : NPC : Deceased
Mother: Serenia : NPC : Deceased
Aunt: Fenna : NPC : Living
Cousin: Sweetwater : NPC : Deceased
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Appearence
Craven is a strong, lean avari, with muscles that ripple beneath his sleek pelt. His eyes are a bright, sunny yellow. The feathers of his wings, his legs, and of his bird's tail are all ebony, like his fur, and fur and feather both hide a violet iridescence which becomes visible in sunlight. The scales of his forelegs are purplish-black, as are his nose and claws. He stands about 36 inches at the shoulder, approximately 76 inches long, and he weighs approximately 125 pounds. He carries himself confidently, and his is a long and deliberate stride.
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Personality
Craven's name belies his true nature. He is proud, confident, and determined. Compassionate and good-natured, he is a good listener and a good friend. He likes to show off occasionally, and is prone to risk taking, though he is fully aware of his limitations. He tries never to break off more than he can chew, and he hates having to give anything up, though he is sharp enough to know when to call it quits. He dislikes bullies, stands up for those who need a minor hero, and is always ready to offer a paw to help. He bickers playfully with his friends, and bragging is a favorite pastime, along with fishing, swimming, climbing, thinking, and healing.
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History
Craven's father, Khallen, was killed by a falling tree before he was born. Craven's mother, Serenia, gave birth to him during a dry spell in the forest, when his name was Cloud Flight. He had no siblings. They lived with his aunt, Fenna, who had also recently given birth, to a little fae named Sweetwater. When he and Sweetwater were still young, a forest fire destroyed their home.
Cloud had been out with his aunt, learning the names of medicinal plants. His aunt was a far better healer than his mother. They smelled the smoke, and knew it was coming from the direction of their home, so they took to the air and flew as quickly as they could, but it was too late. Serenia and Sweetwater had been trapped inside their den (a large hollow in the trunk of a very large old tree) by the burning branches of their own leafy home, and perished.
Resentful that her daughter should die and her nephew should live, Fenna renamed the young creature Craven Flight. He was too young to know any better, so he simply accepted this. Though his aunt never abandoned him, and she kept training him in the basics of healing and raising him hale and strong, she never showed him an ounce of love again. He was merely a responsibility. As soon as he was old enough, he fled the oppressive life, and made for himself a new one.
That wasn't so long ago, and now Craven is on his own, and his personality bears little of the torment that one may expect for one with a history such as his, for it is not in his nature to dwell, but to grow past things. He's living in Achyls Grove, about halfway between Memoria Pandora and Demeter's shrine.
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