Ravenna Ironfang, Blade of the Ironfang Legacy
Information
| Name | Ravenna Ironfang |
| World | Fantastiska |
| Birthdate | Unknown |
| Age | Approximately 340 (turned in her early thirties) |
| Race | Noctyran Afflicted (formerly human) |
| Role | Strong faction war-captain and enforcer; keeper of the Ironfang legacy; foremost martial champion of Noctyra |
| Affiliation | The Strong (the Noctyran faction advocating Afflicted supremacy and the spread of the Sanguis Maledictus); claims spiritual and ideological lineage from Kael Ironfang |
| Location | Noctyra, the Forbidden Kingdom in the Pale Mountains; rarely leaves the walls, viewing the outside world as beneath her attention |
| Status | Lore Character |
| First appears | N/A |
First Impression
The ground feels different when she is standing on it. Heavier, as though her weight has consequences the floor was not expecting. The horns of her helmet catch the lantern-light first, then the red glow of her eyes underneath, and by the time you have processed the full scope of the black armor and the sword across her back and the particular quality of stillness that only a predator at rest produces, she has already decided three things about you, none of them flattering. She is not smiling.
Appearance
Ravenna is built like a siege engine given human form. She is tall, powerfully toned, with thick thighs and wide hips that give her a low center of gravity and the kind of grounded, immovable stance that makes opponents reconsider their approach before the fight begins. Her skin is the bloodless white of an Afflicted who has lived over three centuries, smooth and hard-looking, less porcelain than marble. Her long black hair falls past her shoulders, usually loose, because she has never once encountered an opponent fast enough to grab it.
Her eyes glow red almost constantly. The glow is a statement: she is hungry, she is always hungry, and she considers the hunger a source of power rather than a condition to be managed. The red light behind her eyes gives her face a furnace quality, as though something is burning steadily behind the bone.
She wears heavy black armor: full plate with pauldrons, greaves, gauntlets, and a horned helmet that adds another six inches to an already imposing frame. A red cape or red sash at her waist provides the only color, a deliberate echo of the blood she considers sacred. The armor is scarred, dented, and repaired rather than replaced, because Ravenna believes that damage to armor is a record of service, and a warrior who polishes out her history is a warrior who has forgotten what the fighting was for.
She wields a massive black two-handed sword, its blade etched with red magick runes that pulse with a low, rhythmic glow matching her heartbeat. The sword has no recorded name. When asked, Ravenna said: "It does what I tell it. Names are for things that need to be remembered. This will be remembered on its own."
Story Appearances
No published appearances yet. Entries added as stories are published.