Róta Revvan

[Zooks]

Basics


Name: Róta Revvan


Nickname:  None right now


Age: 26


Gender: Female


Sexuality: Heterosexual


Country of Origin: The Western Mountains


Position on Train: Middle Car


Race: Valkyrie (Wings removed).


Aesthetics


Appearance:

Height: 6'2


Weight: 175pound


Build: Toned


Character


Personality:


At first glance Rota can come off as cold shouldered. Some might see her as bored or moronic but she is actually neither. She will stay out of the way of conflict unless directly told to get involved. Though that isn't to say she isn't fully aware of the situation. Her sharp eyes take in everything in a room, from words and sounds to things as little as tiny body gestures and twitches. Nothing escapes her gaze. She will always have a keen understanding if someone is lying or telling the truth, by simply watching if they were to sweat more then normal or become flustered in their speak.


She will only speak when absolutely necessary to avoid missing the little things in a room. Her eyes always scanning and judging as her body exudes the utmost calmness unless she is told or ordered to join a fight. She has no qualms or moral standings, and will shoot a Man dead without question and without remorse. However, this calm persona will fall if she is faced with one of her own species. If another Valkyrie is to flow into her vision or approach her in any way, she will exude such seething fury it will almost be possible to feel it. It is beyond dislike, she literally detests the very air that Valkyrie breath.


Bio:


Rota Ravven grew up in a fairly large City on the Western Mountains called Durna. It is situated in the middle of the Valkryine homeland and has the least amount of contact with the outside world. Closed off and hidden away. Her Clan was steeped in only the most traditional of the Valkryine ways. Rota only ever remembered being with her Mother and what she called her 'Sisters', a group of women that she grew up with who were around her age. Everything was very Disciplined, they rose at dawn, they were schooled in combat skills, flight and learning of the outside world (though they rarely left), as well as basic academics. At the age of 10, all girls would be put through what one might be called Trials, to see their progress and compare themselves to others. Rota always excelled. Though never boisterous or a leader, her Mother and Elders were impressed with her calm and calculating mind. She was warrior through and through though she was never one to initiate a fight and instead opted for a cautious and more analytical approach.


At the age of 15 and the next set of trials, once again Rota excelled in all tests; flight, sword and shield combat. She never once was angered no matter how hard her companions tried to infuriate her, always the level head in a sea of red. At the age of 20 she was asked to join the Tournament to become the City's Ruler, and after much internal questioning she decided to join. Unsurprisingly she won the Tournament and was offered the position as Clan Leader, however in a surprising twist of fate, the girl declined. She wanted to see the world and what it had to offer first, and knew once she became Clan Leader she would win time and time again from her sheer unnerving ability to stay calm against the most deadly of foes and live the rest of her days as it's Elder. 

At the age of 20 Rota left her town and heard rumors of a giant Train which was traveling around the world. More than a little curious about the technologies she had yet to learn of away from her homeland and the different cultures and races, she bought passage in the lowest end of the Middle Carriage. Her huge Raven wings quickly caught attention as she kept them tucked into her body as she traversed the tightly packed citizens, and more then once or twice a wandering hand in the crowd would reach out a hand to brush against the dark feathers like one might fawn over a fur coat. It was some months on the train, and in need of money, someone approached her with the offer of Mercenary work within the Lower Carriage to dispatch some criminals with a huge sum of coin. With no fear and a quick mind she hastily agreed. It seemed there was an undercover black market for Valkyrie Feather clothing and items, and her wings being black were a sought after luxury unlike the normal pale variation of her brethren. She was approached by two men which she thought little of, her years of combat training dispatching both with ease.


  She was still unaware at this stage the intention was on her wings and not on her combat skills. In the back street of an alleyway something close to a dozen shifty gang members streamed out of side doors, windows and scaled walls to surround her on all sides. She was fast and trained but with only a sword and shield she had no defense against guns and thus they soon overwhelmed her. One shot her in the shoulder before another shot her thigh causing her to crash down. Another slammed their fist into her face sending her crashing into the ground. And while her nose and lip were bleeding and a bruise was already starting to form on her eye, one man stood on the middle of her back with a grin as he grasped at her wing and spread it wide before slamming something close to a hammer straight at her wing joint at the base causing the girl to scream in absolutely agony. Of course even as the girl screamed, no one came. This was the Lower Carriage, in the back alleys anything goes according to it's residents. Both wings were crudely cracked and slashed off, with Rota passed out from the sheer shock. 


She laid with blood pouring from her back in a mud pile before the gang left her to hopefully die. They had her wings, the only thing they required. A elder woman with eyesight there barely, approached only when the gang had left and struggled to pull the girl into her home and bandage up her bloodied and torn back. It took 3 months of healing and to this day her back can only be described as a war zone, scars criss-crossed over the entirety of her shoulder blades as well as bumps from where her wings used to join.


That was 5 years ago. Since then and after a long time reflecting, Rota started to feel something she had never experienced before. She had a deep swelling Rage within her, her dutiful teachings and moral standards, her entire life training under the Traditional Valkryie ways saw her experience one of the most horrific trauma one could do. Her wings, the single reason she was beaten so crudely and left to die in a back alley. All because she was a Valkryie and not a Human or Alf or Dokkalf. Only needed because of her feathers. In a single screaming fit she threw her sword and shield away before approaching the nearest gun shop and buying herself a shot gun and rifle before she self taught herself how to use both. While learning from scratch how to shoot the weaponry, she spent almost every minute of every day practicing between doing more missions to learn to defend herself from afar. Now she basically looked Human she was treated mostly indifferently especially with her radiating cold aura. Her one saving grace was her Valkryie Eyesight which saw a pin point accuracy with every shot.


It was 1 year ago she finally managed to afford enough coin to buy a room within the center of the Middle Carriage, and the second she walked into the room which was a far cry on the cramped studio she had been living in for 4 years, she almost wept in happiness. To this day she takes on mostly Mercenary work to continue to play for the slightly higher carriage, and to continue traveling as she refuses to go back to her Homeland and face the City that taught her so much and yet nothing. The only thing to trigger that same unbridled rage, to remember the months of agonizing recovery, is when she spots the Wings of another Valkyrie.

She currently is roaming the world while aboard the Jormungandr as a free spirit doing as she pleases and earning enough coin to continue her travels. She mostly does Mercenary work, as either an Escort or Body Guard.


Likes:

• The memories of Flying
  
• High places
  
• Keeping her distance in combat
  
• High-powered weaponry
  
• Being at the corner of the room with her back to the wall
  

Dislikes:

• Valkyries
  
• Close Combat
  
• Chaotic scenes or multiple noises
  
• Being at the center of a room and exposed
  

Combat/Livelihood


Skills:

• Swordsmanship HOWEVER currently not practicing
  
• Long ranged Sniper Capabilities
  
• One Shot Kill moto
  

Traits:

• Exceptional Eyesight due to her Race
  
• Highly Observant
  
• Fast Reaction Time
  
• Higher tolerance Pain due to Trauma
  

Weapons:


Baton: Held along a belt loop on her left side at the waist.

Double-barreled break-action sawed-off shotgun: Held on her right hand side using a thigh holster.

Rifle: 5 round Magazine, Bolt Action with no scope. Held with a strap over her shoulder.

Tesla Cannon  - Does not carry right now but will at a later time IC





Gear:

• Rope
  
• Handcuffs and and ring of keys that rests on her belt that she can swing out to open doors with.
  
• Heavy Cloak
  

 

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