Post by RenaS on Nov 10, 2015 23:21:08 GMT -5
Name: Rebecca Heather Davis
Alias: Rena
Gender: Female
Age: 28
Race: Human
Height: 5’3”
Weight: 135lbs
Scars or Tattoos: A long jagged scar that travels from her right hip bone down the outside of her leg to a few inches above her knee.
She got it from jumping a fence when she was about 13 and slipping over the side.
Body Type: lean/curvy
Eyes: Blue Green
Hair: Chestnut brown, with red tents in the sunlight
Place of Birth: Fort Worth, Tx
General Demeanor: Quiet yet inquisitive at times, but she has the bad sense to be mouthy to the wrong people, at the wrong time.
Hobbies: Reading anything she can get her hands on, working on her farm, helping travelers.
Skills/Abilities: Small spells:A poison gas spell, a detection ward to let her know when someone is close by and identify spell that only really works about 30% of the time. Her real abilities lie in her expertise in potions. Healing potions at that, along with balms and ointments to cure and mend just about anything.
Weapons: A 6” silver blade she keeps in her right boot is the only weapon she keeps on her anytime she’s not sleeping. She knows how to use a shotgun, and has been known to trade ammo for potions from time to time, though her supply is very limited. Other than that, she skills in weaponry are very limited.
She does, however, have her own wards placed around her land to warn her of visitors; and trespassers.
Biography:
2008: Moved from her family home in Ft. Worth to the very rural farm land on Abilene, Tx to get finish her Bio degree.
2009: Received her masters in Plant Biology and bought her own little farm in the absolute middle of nowhere.
2010: Life as everyone knew it; ended.
The first year after the Teck fell was hard, on everyone. It was the first time the Were wards burnt down her house, it was the first time her wards had failed, it was the first time she discovered that she needed to do everything in her power to hide who and what she was. Rena had no real magic in her blood, her parents had been a school nurse and coal miner and any of the spells or potions she knew she had learned from books, it was a science.. and art; a quirk that made her twin brother call her the Granger of the modern day.
By the end of the first year she had set up a sort of unwritten pact with the pack closest to her, don’t burn down my shit.. and I won’t poison your people when you come looking for aid.
2011-2012: Rena spent the majority of her time rebuilding her home, her farm and gathering a small stock of herbs and other useful plants from her garden or travelers that were passing through.
2013: Another fire took down her house, because the dipshit wolf pack got it’s ass handed to them by another clan; which she quickly made the same pact with. She wasn’t there to take there land.. hell they could claim her’s as there’s, just as long as they left her the hell alone.
2014-2015 Another fire, another pact. Luckily for her she had figured out by this time to put her detection wards closer together, and to keep her stash of supplies far, FAR away from her main house.
2016: present day, 6 years after the world ended and while the world itself was still in a constant state of war; depending on where you stood of course. Rena’s life thus far had been pretty quiet and uneventful. Cater to the packs when they decide to chop off a body part and don’t want to die from bleed out, a potion here and there to this traveler or that. But she could never shake the feeling that something much worse was coming. Living through hell just wasn’t enough.
