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NAME	Raine Amour	OCCUPATION	Adventurer
SPECIES	Viera (Rava)	ROLE	Companion of Arms
AGE	69 (Looks 23 to other races)	MARITAL	Single

APPEARANCE

HEIGHT	5'10"	BUILD	Slim / Athletic
EYES	Ice Blue	HAIR	Black

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION
Raine Amour stands as a vision of both beauty and enigma, her short black pixie-cut hair framing a face that commands attention. Her crystal-white eyes, rimmed with long, sweeping lashes, seem to pierce through any observer, holding a depth of story few could ever comprehend. A black tribal mark atop her nose adds a hint of mystique, contrasting strikingly against her full, naturally toned lips. Perched elegantly atop her head, her black bunny ears lend her a distinctive silhouette, an exotic accent that complements the sharp elegance of her features. Her skin is adorned with extensive black tribal-style tattoos, weaving across her form like shadows that hint at both her strength and untold tales.

Her attire blends simplicity with subtle intrigue: a white cropped top paired with gray wrappings, accented by a patterned dark hip bag that rests casually yet purposefully at her side. Every detail of her pose exudes ethereal thoughtfulness, set against a moody backdrop of dark blue-gray skies that echo the mystery within her. Light and shadow play across her form, highlighting the contrast of her pale, luminous eyes and the intricate black ink etched across her body. There’s a magnetic pull in her presence, an allure that invites curiosity while warning that only the worthy may truly unravel her depths.

Beneath the tender, almost shy exterior lies a simmering power waiting to emerge, a tension between longing and strength that radiates with every glance. Her eyes betray a hunger for passion and connection, yet they also guard the fierce independence and fight she carries within. There is a femme fatale undercurrent to her beauty: she entices, captivates, and teases the imagination, leaving onlookers both enchanted and cautious. To approach Raine Amour is to glimpse the intersection of delicate vulnerability and unbridled strength - a rare and intoxicating combination that few can resist.

PERSONALITY Raine carries a presence that is both grounding and radiant, someone who invests herself fully in the lives of those around her. She is the kind of person who gives her all when helping others, whether it’s offering a patient ear, steady guidance, or subtle support in moments that matter most. Her humor is effortless and bright, able to lift the mood of even the darkest room, yet she possesses an instinctive awareness of when to shed levity and meet a situation with seriousness and clarity. People either find themselves drawn irresistibly to her warmth or challenged by the intensity of her nature; there is no middle ground.

She is someone you don’t encounter often, making each meeting feel rare and significant. Her patience is notable, a quiet strength that balances the depth of her insight. Trust is sacred to Raine - once earned, it becomes a rare and potent bond, but once broken, the connection collapses entirely, leaving no room for half measures. To open oneself to her is to take a risk, one that could change the course of your life depending on how deeply you are willing to engage. She draws out the best in those who approach her with sincerity, while the careless or disingenuous are swiftly dismissed from her consideration.

At her core, Raine is kind, loving, and deeply respectful of those who show her the same regard in return. She balances strength with tenderness, humor with gravity, and independence with deep relational awareness. Her presence feels alive, almost magnetic, a combination of reliability, depth, and an unspoken promise of transformation to those willing to meet her where she stands. To know Raine Amour is to experience someone fully committed to life, connection, and the careful cultivation of trust, a rare soul whose impact lingers long after she has moved on.

HISTORY I was born beneath the shadowed canopy of a distant woodland, where sunlight struggled to pierce the dense leaves and the wind whispered secrets I was not yet ready to understand. My early life was steeped in expectation: honor, obedience, and the rigid dictates of my people. To live without question, to surrender one’s own desires, was considered sacred - but I could feel my spirit chafing against the cage. Beauty, skill, and grace alone offered no protection from duty’s demands. My hands itched for freedom, my heart longed for dreams beyond the fences of tradition. To stay would have been to lose myself entirely, and so I left, carrying only the fragile hope that happiness might exist elsewhere.

The road was unforgiving, each hardship carving patience and resilience into my soul. Hunger, cold, and wary strangers honed my instincts, teaching me the cost of misjudgment. And then I met Mye'rin Tovanek - a kindred spirit whose quiet determination mirrored my own. Meeting her felt like recognition, a rare warmth in the solitude of the journey. In her, I glimpsed companionship without pretense, and I felt grateful for the first time that someone truly understood the careful balance of strength and tenderness I carried.

Veyl, on the other hand, arrived like a storm with a crooked grin and an arrow aimed somewhere near my head, though thankfully not at me. “You two are so loud,” he claimed, squinting as if expecting to hear the noise from miles away, “I could shoot you blindfolded and still hit both of you!” I blinked. Mye’rin raised an eyebrow; I tried not to laugh. His sarcasm was relentless, his humor absurd, yet beneath it I saw the careful precision of someone who observed everything and held a quiet, unspoken loyalty - if perhaps it could be earned. He fell into step beside us, teasing, complaining, and occasionally making me question why I had ever thought traveling alone could be simpler.

It didn’t take long for me to notice the subtle undercurrents, the tiny glances and nearly imperceptible smirks exchanged between them. Mye’rin’s patience and steady demeanor clashed hilariously with Veyl’s sardonic antics, yet the sparks were undeniable - like lightning trapped inside a bottle. I found myself stifling laughter as I realized I had front-row seats to a slow-burning, accidental love story unfolding right before me, one that neither of them would ever admit aloud, though it made their banter all the more entertaining.

And so we walked together - three unlikely companions - each day a mixture of hardship, laughter, trust, and the thrilling uncertainty of what lay beyond the next ridge. The horizon stretched wide, promising danger, joy, and perhaps something breathtakingly beautiful: freedom, belonging, and a life I had only dared to dream.

RELATIONSHIPS

• Mye'rin Tovanek, A Rava shaman woman met on the road after Raine left her homeland, Mye’rin appeared as a kindred spirit traveling for her own reasons. They bonded over shared independence and a mutual understanding of leaving behind restrictive traditions.
• Veyl Ghostfeather, a male Veena hunter met soon after meeting Mye’rin, Veyl encountered them on the road, initially joking about how “loud” they were and threatening to shoot them blindfolded. Despite the comedic and off-putting introduction, he joined their journey after discovering their shared purpose.

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