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Name:Raani Starrunner
Gender: Female ♀
Age: 43 at death, 24 after
Occupation: Apothecary's Assistant
Country of Origin: Korinthia (Nami's Tears, Riverlands)
Approximate Origin Earth Year Calendar Date: 1300
Quirk: Flicks ear and taps feet when thinking
Hobbies: Running, Hurdle Jumping, Gardening
Personality: Almost always smiling lightly, Raani is as warmhearted and genuine as they come. Her concern for the well-being of others knows no bounds. She is playful, and can be outspoken and very stubborn.
Intellectual capabilities: Quick learner, but is fairly absent minded and lets her mind wander. While the information she learned is there, it can take a while for her to recall it. Unless it's related to plants.
Physical capabilities: Her hobbies have kept her legs, heart, and lungs in great shape. Gardening has afforded her some arm strength, but nothing too noticeable. Climbing is a bit of a struggle for her.
Likes: Breezy afternoons with cloudy skies, good tea, simple jewelry
Dislikes: Mean comments, water-related activities, bad tea.
Strengths: Compassion/empathy
Weaknesses: Compassion/Empathy, Stubbornness, Sweets
Biography: Raani's early years were spent as an apothecary assistant in her nomadic tribe, travelling the riverlands region and gaining knowledge of a wide variety of plants, herbs, and their medicinal uses. Upon reaching adulthood an earning her second name, Starrunner, she branched off from her tribe and wandered to the human cities, against the foreboding warnings of her family, intent on offering aid wherever it was needed. Her unyielding compassion overwrote her desire for self-preservation. After many years caring for the sick and diseased, she eventually contracted a slow, fatal disease with no known cure and spent the rest of her life tirelessly working to find one- for the benefit of others, completely neglecting her own health.
Misc: Dies before the New World. YAY!?
Abilities
Allocate 64 points to the following Abilities:
STR: 8
DEX: 11
CON: 11
INT: 13
WIS: 12
CHA: 9

["AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAK!"]

Silence and fatigue washed over the guild members, wary after the attack on their home several days prior. They were all eager for rest before the rebuilding efforts commenced.

However, they wouldn't get it. This IS the Guild of Galas'nor. Frikki, the charming little ratfolk member, screamed at the top of his little ratty lungs. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAK!" followed by the soft pitter patter of his feet trampling down the hallway.
"Naked! NAKED LADY! She. Clothes. No clothes. Not there! Not there are the clothes!"
Upon entering his own room, he had seen a dark elven woman sitting on his bed. Topless.
Oh, no, Frikki was not prepared for such a sight. He took his innocence and ran far, far far from the terrifying sight. The lady in question scratched her chin and calmly, confusedly yelled after the ratfolk, "I'm wearing pants, though!"

"Frikki not care! No no no! Frikki see too much. Didn't want to! AAAAK!" was the ratfolks response as he reached the kitchen area. It was his favorite place because of all the shiny forks and spoons, but even clamoring to hoard all of the silverware and pans into a particular corner and polish them relentlessly with his fluffy little elbows- his favorite past time- didn't help calm the ratman down. He continued to make various yelps and screeches of terror and disgust.

["It's quite alright, m'lady. It's too crowded not to bump some backs."]

(Valiancy, Throndir (Johanna), Linwelin Only <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 ><>   <---Fish)

[spoiler]Imagine his voice as Cole https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YjEQhdg-SVA[/spoiler]

Merchants bustle back and forth in the town, chattering and bartering as they would any beautiful day. Heavy hoof beats perforate the clamor of all the trading; An elf, mounted on a fairly large, tawny Elk, maneuvers through the thick crowd. A few of the merchants who are at first disgruntled from being pushed out of the way by a big stanky beast hold their palms to the sun to veil their eyes from its rays and glare up towards the rider. Angry fists rise and fall when the merchants witness what the rider is. Slender, daintily built with flowing silver-blonde hair,amethyst eyes, and an exotic tan skintone, the elven rider blushes and raises a hand bashfully to apologize. One merchant hastily pulls a small chicken crate over and stands on it, taking and landing a sloppy kiss on the rider's hand. "It's quite alright, m'lady. It's too crowded not to bump some backs." The merchant says, so certain that he's about to woo a foreigner.
The rider withdraws the slobbery hand and dismounts then takes the Elk's reins in hand and walks.
"I need a drink." says the elf in a soft, soothing voice, scanning the area for the nearest watering hole. The elf's pace quickens when a bar is in sight, leaving the merchants far behind.

After hitching the elk to the post outside so it may make friends with the other patrons' ponies, the elf swings the door open and heads in, sits at the bar, and orders a drink meekly. A drunk wanders to the bar and leans on it in a way that he thinks is casual and nonchalant, but in reality he's swaying like a sapling during a winter storm. "Bartender! I'll pay fer the lady'sh drink. *hic*. Either from the drunk's breath or choice of words, the elf's head falls to the bar in a defeated manner, with a thunk.

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