Reiku

Reiku Oyama
Status	Active
Race	Gnome
Gender	Female
Guild	undisclosed
Instance	Prime
Relatives	Sueki, (deceased)

"Just because it is broken doesn't mean it is worthless. Just because something shatters beyond repair does not mean it cannot be repurposed. The same can be said for people, sometimes all anyone needs is to be shown how to be of use again. I have to believe broken things can still be beautiful and worthwhile, there is simply no other reality in which I can bear to exist."

Description

You see Reiku Ravensblood, a Gnome.
Reiku has an angular face with a handful of large claw marks scarring the jaw and neck, slightly pointed ears, hollow, sunken cat-slitted amber eyes and an upturned nose. She is bald, with pale skin and a rawboned figure.
She is tiny for a Gnome.
She appears to be young.
She has an oily, dark tar-like mask smeared around both of her eyes. Black soot is feathered over their browline to give it a matte finish, and streaks of the powder fall down their cheekbones. She is in good shape.

She is wearing a battered tricorn hat with faded bloodstains spoiling the dark leather, a godsmarked turquoise pendant with a large crack running down the center, a battle-worn longcoat of aged leather with a high-lacing collar, a sun-bleached linen shirt cinched at the waist by dark splatter-stained leather, some nail-studded rope handwraps, a bent ring made of warped wires tangled with fraying twine, a silver band topped with a glaes raven's head, a butcher's toolstrap woven from bloodstained leather, a burlap sack for gathered souls, some marred dark leather pants cross-gartered below the knee with linen strips and a pair of battered skeleton-winged leather boots caked in dried mud.

Trivia

Frequently is seen without a tongue. (self inflicted)
Follower of Aldauth
Finds beauty in the broken beaten scarred and damned.

Pets

a Darkmist abyss monkey draped in strands of clattering bone fragments

Reiku's Sacrafice (1/11/23)

444 years, 101 days since the Victory of Lanival the Redeemer during the 3rd month of Lirisa the Archer in the year of the Amber Phoenix.
Reiku was killed via voluntary ritual sacrifice to her god Aldauth as an offering to the god of agony to bless the venture of the Ravensblood family initiating what became known as the Dark inquisition.

Unbeknownst to those watching the dark ritual, it was not just a request for a blessing, but also a bid to the gods to remove the taint of necromancy that had long burdened her physical form though her soul had long since been redeemed, allowing her to move forward in her goals of destroying the guild that she felt tricked and betrayed by without the corruption constantly nipping at her heels.

Slain and favorless she departed, her body destroyed as it was gripped by a flaming ghostly hand burning it to cider and when she awoke, she found herself no long in her previous form of an Elothean but now in the form of a gnome though she retained her features including her Elothean savant eyes.

Character was rerolled, though still played as the same character, with same memories and same experiences, just new guild and physical form

Atuen sprinkles some holy oil on you.

Atuen prostrates himself before a heavily carved altar of black ironwood and rattles off praises to the dark gods. Standing up, he raises a long gilt-edged dagger with a central blood channel above your supine body and pauses. Atuen proclaims, "I, the holy servant, sacrifice this Elothean to the eternal glory of Aldauth! May her paltry soul be found worthy!"
Atuen swiftly slams his gilt-edged dagger downward to plunge it deeply into your heart.
All of your favors with the gods burn off, taken by Aldauth along with your life.

Your death cry echoes in your brain as it quickly dawns on you that you have just died! Already, you feel the tug of eternity upon your soul and you struggle to remain tied to this world.
A chill crosses the surface of your soul as your remaining spiritual strength bleeds away steadily. You feel the eyes of the gods upon you and realize that none look upon you with favor.

A flaming, ghostly hand wraps around your corpse. As the fiery red skeletal fingers close, your ashy remains disappear into the earth with the hand.

Logs and Journals

a crisp sheet of white paper(Formal Petition Submitted to Baron Gryfford 10/9/22)
The paper reads:
Court Advisor Aaiyaah,
I am here to represent the interests of my Master who, given the current laws of the land, is precluded from appearing themself. My Master would like to formally petition His Grace, The Baron Gryfford on behalf of all Redeemed necromancers to be able to move freely through and dwell within his lands. This of course would be an allowance made only to the Redeemed, provided they remain upon the path the Gods have placed them. My Master is aware this will seem an absurd request and as such has bid me also deliver a journal in which my Master shares their experiences of the path of redemption. They pray His Grace will read it with an open mind and heart. My Master is under no delusion, they understand the harm and horror they and their unrepentant brethren have caused. Yet my Master comes to His Grace in hopes through a mutual understanding he will see the Redeemed as the Gods now see them, as powerful tools in the fight to come.

My Master's Journal (The journal entry given to Court Advisor Aaiyaah to pass to Baron Gryfford)

Beautiful Things

a battered tricorn hat with faded bloodstains spoiling the dark leather
Tattered and timeworn, the hat is little more than a series of near-matching leather patches. Hints of the original form are still visible under the chaotic assortment of fraying string stitches holding the pieces together. An odd glint of razor-sharp metal catches the eye, drawing attention to its resting place nestled into the seam of the front peak of this otherwise plain headcover.
ATMO: A faint coppery-metallic scent lingers in the air around Reiku.

a battle-worn longcoat of aged leather with a high-lacing collar
With its tattered split-tails and scarred black leather, this garment has been shoddily mended in a multitude of locations with dingy string stitching and crudely crafted metal fasteners pulling gashes and gaps in the material shut. The darkened steel hooks that run from the waist to neck are designed to pull the coat taut at the torso before giving way to frayed leather laces that seal the standing collar closed in a bid to obscure the lower half of the face when worn.

a sun-bleached linen shirt cinched at the waist by dark splatter-stained leather
Dark brownish-red stains are splashed across the worn, well-oiled belt used to pull the thin material of the faded garment tight. Held in place by pit-marked steel buckles, the near-corset provides structure to the otherwise billowing movement of the loose shirt. An open collar with frayed edges reveals missing top buttons, the worn sleeves rolled up to the elbow to disguise tattered cuffs.

some marred dark leather pants cross-gartered below the knee with linen strips
Wide gashes of battles gone by mended and affixed with metal fasteners and fraying string create a haphazard appearance to the splatter-stained material cut to otherwise fit snuggly to a slim figure when worn. Sun-bleached linen in sharp contrast to the dark hues of the well-oiled leather has been twined from below the knee to cuff, allowing easy tucking when worn with tall boots.

a pair of battered skeleton-winged leather boots caked in dried mud
A few scraggly vulture feathers are all that remain on the delicate boning jutting out from the scarred leather of these calf-high boots, the gaps in plumage supplemented by strips of ratty linen that dangle from the ulna. Crude steel buckles ensure a secure fit when worn, while the pitch color of the leather conceals some of the abuse this footwear has seen. Thick mud tinged red with dried blood sits in sharp contrast to the darker hues of the rest of the boot, hinting at a gruesome history.

OOC

Spouse: Single
Roleplay Stance: Heavy
PvP Stance: Open
Theme song: ADONA - Hit Me With Your Best Shot