Jan 27, 2016 15:16:21 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jan 27, 2016 15:16:21 GMT -5
Roelerra Avalie Watts
Theme Song: Titanium | David Guetta
Name: Roelerra Watts | Roe
Sexuality: Heterosexual and Biromantic
Nationality: Svalbard, Norway
Marital Status: Single
Description: Always known to be a bit on the taller side of things, Roelerra has an overall slender and lean, toned figure which she maintains through countless hours of practice with her staff and with her dragon. She is quick and light on her feet with her lithe figure, and while she strikes fast, she doesn't always strike heavily. Because Roe isn't the most physically intimidating with raw brute strength and over all power, she uses her maneuverability and speed to aid her in combat. Her stamina, dexterity, balance, flexibility and over all limber body structure allows her to go unmatched in most situations where she would otherwise wear out her opponent before doing any real damage. She heavily relies on this technique of striking in open spots, dodging first then attacking, striking fast instead of hard and using her speed against her opponent to keep herself out of any real harm since she doesn't have the most solid figure to take heavy blows. If she ever does get stuck in a situation without her staff or to where she can't use her surroundings to aid her and she is pit against someone with that physical prowess, she uses her body in order to help her by slipping through different grasps or holds or pins that would otherwise render her immobile, and then using the physical strength that she does have to land blows, but still her main technique and strategy will always be to slow down her opponent and use her speed to her advantage.
Roe has straight coal black hair that comes down to her belt line, with bangs that come down just at the line of her eyebrows in an almost messy kind of cut. Her facial features are rather sharp and small with the angle of her nose and chin, and the way her wide set upturned steel blue eyes sit above her defined cheeks and thin mouth. Her complexion can be considered almost tan with how much time she spends outside, but since most months out of the year it gets cold, most of her skin does stay covered.
Weapons: A black wood bow staff, a set of two blades for hand to hand
Apparel: Because of the rather simple life style in Svalbard, Roe’s wardrobe choices don’t ere on the side of extravagant or fashionable necessarily, and not because she chooses as such, but because she doesn’t know anything else. Wool and cotton are common for her to wear, in darker colors, more likely grays and blacks, and she owns a set of denim jeans or two, but most of her clothes are always going to be form fitting and easy for her to move in so her movement wouldn’t be restricted and there would be nothing for her to get caught on.
Stats: Strength - 1
Speed - 2
Intelligence - 2
Endurance - 0
Agility - 1
Skills: None yet
Personality: Insert a minimum of one paragraph on personality.
Likes: Flying, playing, being outside, the sun, warmth, bonding, training, flying practice, traveling
Dislikes: Crowds, darkness, arguing, fighting, staying on the ground, staying in one place for too long, being tired, storms
Phobia: The fear of being confined and restricted
Disposition to the Law: Neutral
Out in the Arctic Ocean, north past Iceland and Norway and nestled beside Greenland is a series of uncharted islands around Svalbard that are grouped together in their own archipelago. It is here that a civilization that still to this day believes in peace with dragons and being able to live alongside them has thrived for centuries, having space for all that had followed them and their growth starting generations ago, and for the many dragons that they kept with them in order to preserve the species as a whole. These dragon species span over several islands that surround the main island where the village is.
The main island of lies in the center of the archipelago, massive in size and room enough to accommodate for all that live there. It is a thriving island made up of coastal beaches and shores, beautiful mountain ranges and rock formations, waterfalls and lakes, and the occasional forest nestled in between rocky outcroppings. On the south western shore is where the main of the village remains, spanning over most of that side of the island since they have been expanding and thriving all this time. While they have taken care in staying apart from the outside world, that does not mean they have strayed from outside amenities. As with all cultures they have grown to be more modern in their ways, though not everything has been either widely accepted, or maybe even discovered. They have to be sparse and careful with trips to the outside on masked ships, so not everything is current and up to date, but they're proud of and work with what they do have.
Buildings and houses are no longer wood and logs but instead they have settled with modern building materials like bricks and dry wall and what not which makes for warmer conditions come the winter months of the island. They have basic electricity which they use to light up their homes and other buildings, as well as basic plumbing and irrigation systems. They are still old fashioned when it comes to food though, they don't eat what they don't grow for themselves, though cooking techniques have become more efficient and healthier with the use of open fire stoves, pots and pans, sanitation, and ovens. Communication can be completed by telephone, but no one has seen a cell phone before, and there are only maybe a handful of computers on the island which means that internet connection is just a step above nonexistent. There are no cars on the island, everyone either walks, rides a horse, or a dragon if they will, and the only way on or off the island is via boat or dragon.
The island of near Svalbard was a dwindling existence for Vikings with the raging war between the warriors and the dragons that burned their homes and attacked their own long ago, but it is now present day. With thriving new cultures in every corner of the world, there are still some things that have yet to be discovered by those who explore the world, one of the secrets to remain just out of reach of most of mankind is the fact that this series of islands remains untouched by outsiders and out of sight of those searching for the next lost culture because of the existence of dragons.
Being born and raised on this island and having never left once before in her life leaves Roelerra with a rather empty past to her life, something that she is kind of resentful towards if she were to be quite honest. She was born there like everyone else, she was raised there like everyone else, she never got to leave like everyone else, and she would die there, like everyone else. The knowledge of this existence when she realized it at a young age really hit hard on her for some reason, for she knew it to never really bother anyone else before, her own family included. Ever since she was born, since she figured out how to crawl, how to walk after that, run, climb, anything mobile, she was on top of it and never stopped. She was always a mobile infant which caused trouble for her older brother of four years at the time for he felt responsible for her like any older sibling should, but her making her way around the house like she was a full grown adult already never made life easy for anyone. Crawling was one thing when she couldn't climb on top of anything, but as soon as she could walk and pull herself up on things, it was just going to get worse, and as soon as she got tall enough to work doors, that's when it all just went down from there.
Roe's insatiable need to explore and venture went unmatched with anyone in her family of relatives. She could always be found outside, she could always be found playing around with the other kids, she could always be found climbing, running, jumping, rolling, just anything to occupy her time and keep herself entertained. It wasn't that she was easily bored or needed these outlets in order to alleviate that boredom, she just wanted to make the most of every day since she figured out at around the age of six that she would never get to leave her island. She didn't quite understand it at that age of course, didn't understand what it would mean to go to the outside world where their way of life would be otherwise shunned, or immediately stopped, but just the idea of being stuck like that got her to be antsy and worrisome that she wasn't going to get to do anything in her life, and she wanted to change that. Her activities that took up the better part of every day, planned or improvised on the spot, were a way for her to forget that she would be stuck on the island forever, a way for her to occupy her mind so that she could enjoy her life like she wanted to, but every night have to settle in for bed, which was a task in itself for the entire family, Roe just wanted something out of life that would make it more bearable knowing that she wasn't really ever going to go anywhere.
Living near the center of the town like she did with her family being a moderately well off family doing business with the stocking and supply and demand on the island, one would think Roe would always have something to occupy herself as soon as she stepped out the door, but even the hustle and bustle of the heart of the village couldn't keep her attention for too long. One of the only things that could was her school work, if only a little, and her training lessons since self-defense was still a big deal around the island. Being what she was in her physicality, it took a bit of time to figure out where Roe's niche in combat and self-defense was, but over time she found it to be in more defense than offense, and chose to train with a staff as her weapon, as well as practice with throwing daggers and swords on the side. That aside though, she always found herself left with more free time than she knew what to do with on a regular basis, and skipping out on helping her family with their business on the island on more than one occasion left her with nothing else to do than to start venturing out into the wilds of the island she called home.
Up until she was around the age of twelve, Roe, as surprising as it was to her family and those who knew her, actually hadn't ventured that far away from home, let alone the village. When she was younger, she'd stay where she could at least see home, and from there never ventured any further than the farthest residences on the outskirts of the village, but it was something long in the wait for her family, knowing they wouldn't be able to stop her from going out there even if they tried, they only hoped that she'd come back alive since they knew of the monsters that lived out there. Not that dragons weren't an integral part of their lives, they all had their own dragons that helped with the delivery of stock items and what not, Roe's brother having his own dragon that she played with from time to time, but they knew that not all dragons were friendly and not all dragons were accepting of humans. Dragons themselves had never really been something that Roe thought of for herself, for she did have her older brother's dragon to play with and run around with, though she was never allowed to fly on her, so it kind of made up for the fact that she didn't have her own. There were plenty of kids that had their own dragons that were her age, but she always seemed to be occupied with something else rather than going around with her own little pet, that was until she started making her first ventures out into the open wilds of the island.
The trips at first were nothing more than testing her boundaries to see how far she could get in a morning's time before going back home, then an afternoon's time, soon spending entire days out and about the rest of the island. While she was hard headed and stubborn and liked to think she could do more than she was really capable of, Roe knew better than to really venture so far as to have to spend the entire night walking back, or to have to spend the night out in the rest of the island at all. That, and her parents would sooner shackle her to her bed than accept her staying out all night around the island while she was so young, and she knew that, and wasn't about to be grounded like that.
On one trip out into the open island, having since found solace at the top of a rocky cliff that over looked most of the north western part of the island where in the middle of the summer one could see the most spectacular views of lush greenery below, Roe actually felt like she could slow down and appreciate things up there with nothing more than the sound of the water fall flowing beneath her, watching low hanging clouds passing by below her, watching the occasional dragon fly by. She appreciated things easier up there than she could anywhere else, as if knowing that she still had that much to explore and that much more to see, she might not live such a lowly existence after all, or something of the like at least, but laying down on the edge of the cliff one day, watching the clouds move beneath her from the outcropping, she focused on something moving through the clouds. It was small, small in comparison to some of the larger dragons she'd seen around the island, and had the most interesting shape to it as she watched it pass between one cloud to another. It was fast, and agile, and was unlike any dragon she'd ever seen, later realizing it to be a Voltrial. Not that the dragons were rare, but they were hardly ever seen on the main island, choosing to stay on their own island out to the north, but from that chance sighting, Roe felt like she was supposed to see that dragon that day.
Day in and day out she went back to that outcropping to see if she could just catch sight of the Voltrial she saw in the clouds, unable to let go of watching it fly. Just the way it moved so effortlessly, so perfectly, with precision and speed like she had never seen from her brother's dragon, it was almost as if she were being drawn to the dragon. Never once had she really felt like she needed, or wanted a dragon in her life, but now she felt otherwise, watching the Voltrial fly. She wanted to feel the freedom, the serenity, the ability to be so close to the sky and the freedom that she wanted in her life in not being able to leave the island. Flying would be the closest thing she could ever get to that, and she wanted to be able to experience that, but how, she wasn't sure.
Her trips out there continued though, and it was maybe only one out of every few days or so that she actually caught sight of the dragon since it was so adept to being able to evade her sight, but one day as she was laying herself over the cliff to watch the clouds below, having a feeling that that day was going to be one of the days she didn't see the magnificent creature, she barely caught the sound of something moving behind her as she jolted up and turned, finding that very Voltrial standing behind her, eyes sharp and head lowered as it had been stalking towards her. It froze just as she did, the two making eye contact for the first time as they only stared at each other, but no sooner did Roe go to move forward first than did the dragon take off, leaving her that day.
Again and again afterwards she continued to go out there, and every now and again the dragon would land behind her to approach, but every time Roe motioned to move first, the dragon left, until young Roe finally figured out how to get its attention. Laying on the outcropping like she had so many times before, Roe listened again as something landed behind her, but instead of moving to look and watch the dragon, she remained there, unmoving, only watching the clouds below her. For just as long, the dragon had been watching the young human watching him in his flying, and his intrigue was just as great as hers as he approached the human from behind. Up until then, he had almost made a game out of seeing how close he could get to the human before she moved to look behind her, but now the human wasn't moving as he approached, just inches away from her feet where she was laying on the cliff edge. He stalked closer, crouched low to the ground as he sniffed at her feet, but still the human didn't move as he inched ever closer until he was standing over the young human, looking down upon her. He almost worried for the young human, leaning down to sniff at her head, but as he inched closer to her she turned over and blew at his face, startling him and causing him to rear back. Roe sat up and laughed hysterically as the dragon rubbed at his muzzle, his eyes sharp as he glared at her, but he didn't leave as he watched the human laugh. Wiping tears from her eyes and managing to focus finally, Roe looked and focused on the dragon's face in front of her now as she started back, feeling her hair brush behind her as the dragon returned the favor with a puff of air to her face. Almost in disbelief that the dragon did it back to her, Roe glared back at him with the same glare he had given her, but she couldn't help but smile at the antic that she fell for as she looked at the dragon endearingly. She moved to reach out a hand to its muzzle that was still inches away from her now, but received a shock of electricity to her skin as she had gotten too close. It was then though that the dragon left, leaving her on the cliff again that day, but Roe knew then that she had made a new friend.
Every day afterwards Roe went out to that cliff to see the Voltrial, and every day after that the Voltrial went to visit too as he had gotten used to seeing the human around. Eventually, after many electric shocks later, it got to where Roe was able to touch the young dragon as they began to play together. She would show off with her staff and he would show off with his flying, they'd play hide and seek with each other with the many rocks and trees that were in the area, they'd wrestle and roll around with each other, and it was all great fun until one day they wrestled and rolled right off of the cliff edge that Roe always waited on to see him. It was just a split second that Roe realized she was no longer on the ground, and it was with a shrill scream that she understood she was now falling beside the cliff. The waterfall roared beside her as she rushed passed it, and as she fell into one of the clouds that floated below, knowing that as soon as she came out the bottom she wouldn't have much longer before she hit the ground and inevitably came to her death, no sooner was Roe ready to accept her death than did she feel herself stop falling, hitting something as everything grew silent around her.
Coming out of the clouds, Roe found herself not falling, but flying as the face of the cliff was moving beside her, finding herself on the back of the Voltrial she had since started to call her friend. The day she almost died became the day she truly bonded with her friend as from then on, the two became inseparable. Their relationship with each other was difficult at first learning to live with each other since they were both so strong minded, but eventually as time went on they grew to understand each other and work together, though they can get in the occasional spat here and there still to this day. They trained constantly after that since Roe found such a great passion in flying, and soon became, though only self-proclaimed, the best fliers on the island. Since then, Roe's life has been that much easier for her to cope with now that she has Kovu in her life, knowing that even though she may never get to leave the island she'll always have him with her, but that was quick to change as the chief of her village made a decision.
Outsiders were going to be allowed on the island, welcomed even as guests to start integrating them into their society, to introduce them to their way of life and see if the outside world could handle it. It made Roe furious on more levels than one, not understanding if they could come, why couldn’t she leave? Why did they need to be allowed at all? While she resented her life there knowing she was stuck, she didn’t want it ruined by outsiders should the experiment turn sour, it was a very real and very possible threat that could befall the island and everything that she knew, and she wasn’t the only one to think so.
It was against her better judgement and with reluctance knowing that she may never be welcome back to her home, but Roe couldn’t bear the thought of something happening to their way of life, to Kovu, if these outsiders ruined the simple life she knew, so in the dark of the night she and Kovu fled the island, leaving it’s skies for the first time in only wanting to protect each other and keep out of harms way, though the uncertainty of the outside world didn’t exactly strike them as safe either.