Name - Norgana
Race - Peri-Blooded Aasimar (Emberkin)
Class - Magus/Witch
Alignment - Chaotic Good - Well... Norgana has developed her own sense of right and wrong and she sticks to it because it hasn't failed her yet - since she is a raging girl (and also see background below), she gets drawn a lot into aggressiveness, taking upon herself to punish those she feels deserve it. She means well, but her ideals are still slightly askew.
Appearance - Norgana carries herself confidently wherever she is. She has a lithe image but solidly built, and moves in an unmistakingly predatory manner. Her most noticeable features are her unbeliavably pale blue eyes and her white hair that reacts to her mood. She wears a deep red silk vestment consisting of several layers of cloth and an outer layer of silk intricately woven with gold brocade designs and covered with metal studs.
From a small leather bag always carried at her side, it is sometimes possible to spot the pincers from her familiar companion - a King Crab by the name of Jaws.
Personality - Norgana is very quick to anger, and almost always reacts violently to those she believes are taking advantage of, or preying upon the weak. she is capable of small talk and deception, but she usually avoids so, as it bothers her to no end.
The Ten-Minute Background
Concept elements
- “Her HAIR!! I tell you it has a life of its own!!”
- Norgana travels bearing a weight on her shoulders – they had stoned and staked her, paying dearly for it with their own lives. Neighbors, former friends, acquaintances… All left behind in a smoking pile of ashes, amidst torn bodies and screams. No one would ever corner her again… EVER!
- Her potential has come to be through the guidance of Tamisan, the head of the covenant.
- Dissention and jealousy drove her out alongside many promises of pain and eternal damnation. She chose not to react this time, the memories of her burning hometown still carved in her head;
- Moving from one place to another, more damned than blessed, never truly finding a place to call home, or where to settle but… Does she really want it?
- Arrogant, cold and furious – take hold of your destiny if you can – if you cannot, step aside for those who can. No one ever gives anything to the weak. Grow strong and TAKE it.
Goals
- Personal growth is what Norgana is all about. She has been through a lot of bad experiences in life, and they have turned her into a cold blooded creature, living on her principles alone.
- The biggest irony about her is the fact that she disdains those that outcast her, all the while not noticing that she has turned into one of them – arrogant, intolerant and not a complete ignorant simply because she is a smart girl.
- She does not know it, but is looking for a place in the world, recognition and perhaps even validation for what she is, whatever that may be.
- She harbors deep resentment against the elements of her coven that drove her out when she was starting to feel at home, most of all against Tamisan for having deceived her, pretending to guide her when the plan was to use her. She intends to return with a vengeance… In time…
Secrets
- Word of her atrocities when she left her hometown are not unknown in the region, but years have passed and she has changed dramatically, much different from the whimpering young girl that cried while her hair gained a life of its own and threw his abusing neighbor into the fires of his home. However, SHE knows that she is the responsible for the Ravuinen massacre – no matter how she covers it with hate and rage, beneath it there is guilt.
- The massacre was not all Norgana doing – even though she has celestial heritage from the side of her father, he has long since fallen from grace totally in the opposite way – she hasn’t seen him since she was 5, and unbeknownst to her, he was the voice whispering in her ear while she destroyed the town, his were the dark whispers that awoke her powers, at the same time that they crept insidiously on the edges of her consciousness – he has plans for her.
People
- Her father – name unknown
- Tamisan
- Her mother – Fran – she was left behind, staring at Norgana with tears in her eyes for the destruction she wrought in Ravuinen – they haven’t spoken or seen each other since. Norgana does not know if she is still alive and she does not care, blaming her hard for not having protected her.
Mannerisms
- Norgana’s hair seems to move regardless of her will – this comes across as slight details like soft movement when there is no wind, looking sometimes longer and sometimes shorter, things that someone would notice if they were really paying attention;
- At the same time, that same hair shows an unmistakable will that accompanies her emotions, coiling around her protectively when she feels sad or somehow shaken, flowing wildly, grabbing and smashing objects when she is angered, or simply unfolding its length when she is relaxed
- Her eyes contrast with her otherwise stern appearance – huge soft deep blue orbs that contrast with her hard face and almost permanent scowl;
RP Sample:
From across the tavern, the two half drunken town guards were clearly whispering about her – she could feel their leering from all the way across the crowded tavern – actually she could even hear them, as her hair started discreetly twitching.
- “There is something evil about that bit@& I tells ya!”
- “Wouldn’t mind a go at her though!” – the other one responded as he rose his mug in a toast that brought a cheer from the remaining three, followed by huge roaring laughter
Dropping a coin at the table, she stood calmly and headed for the door without a word. Just before leaving, a wink and a mischievous smile to the biggest man at the table were enough. Her mind did not actually register any of this – she was sitting idly back at the deep end of her own consciousness while the primal took over.
Soon enough she could their footsteps behind her – three of the pathetic men had decided to follow her – she led them through the well-known streets to solitary area where she knew they would draw courage to approach – predictably they did.
- “Evening Ma’am… Not a good place for a beautiful young lady to be walking alone at night, is it now…?” – she could sense the smile in his tone as she turned around, alluring and smirking, facing the three of them;
- “Much better than that crowded inn back there is it not?” – Her voice dropped icy venom already, she knew she couldn’t keep up this façade much longer – “More privacy so that you boys can take advantage of someone frail like me right..?”
Her words noticeably took them slightly aback, and they stammered:
- “Well, huh… Advantage? What do you mean? We are simply…”
- “Simply what..? Simply trying to have a nice pre supper meal before you return there to drink yourselves into a stupor?”
- “Now wait a moment…” – one of them took a step forward
Her hand reached casually for the pin that held her hair tied back, letting it unfold, impossibly long.
- “I am waiting. You were saying..?”
Turning to one of the others nervously he pressed on:
- “I told you! That hair ain’t natural! Look here lady, best you run along your merry way while we…”
The thought never left his mouth as a strand of icy cold hair wrapped around his neck, causing his belabored breath to come out in wisps of hot air, as if the temperature had suddenly and steeply dropped.
- “While you what DOGS!? While you lay dead in the alley?!” – by now her presence was overwhelming, the flowing hair extending from her head, probing and poking the others, while her very voice shook them where they stood with words they could not fathom
- “Or while you prey on those you perceive weaker?! Maybe just different?! Would that be enough?!”
- “Wait! We…”
- “Silence!! I don’t want to hear anymore! You die here and NOW!”
From a distance, a shadowy figure witnessed the entire scene with a smile on its lips. He witnessed as the men begged for life on their knees, the frail, beautiful woman now alike a monstrosity towering over them. She laughed with glee, while she tortured them with pain, and an uncannily strong grip from her preternatural hair – they screamed, cried, and then it was over.
It stopped as abruptly as it had started – the woman left the alley and behind her were left the whimpering fools – not dead, but broken – she would be in their nightmares for a long time – “Aaaah Norgana, you are not there yet, but how proud you make me…”
