Ayana Ryvain

You're just a mere mortal,

Stuck in a world ruled by immortality.

Name: Ayana Ryvain
Birthname: Ayana Rayen
Nicknames: -
Birthdate: July 11th
Age: Stuck at 27
Real age: 832
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Race: Vampire
Magic: Shapeshifting (black jaguar)
Laterality: Left-handed
Tonalli: Jaguar

Weapon of choice: Daggers & own teeth and claws
Occupation: Cultist
Affiliations: Past Nymmerwell, current Navarre
Titles: -
Hometown: Navarre (travels around)
Home World: Fallen Skies



Faceclaim: Yennefer von Vengerberg (Witcher)
Height: 1.70 m
Weight: 59 kg
Build: Lithe
Skin color: White/fair
Hair color: Darkbrown almost black
Eye color: Emerald green

Accessories: Necklace with a pendant.
Tattoos: None
Piercings: None
Scars: Scattered along her body, fang marks in her neck.
Clothes: Ayana wears mostly dark clothing in which moving around is fairly easy. For an idea of her clothes, take a look at the pictures provided in her sheet and avatar.



Ayana is cunning, smart, but mostly dangerous. In a way she is like a cat, gracious but stubborn and proud. A hunter, one with an immense focus. She is able to stalk her prey without giving her position away and kill with precision. However, she mostly enjoys playing around before landing the final blow. Due to her past she enjoys having control of others, deciding how and when they will die. Being a vampire means her emotions have been numbed, so she can only experience part of what a normal human being would be able to feel. Only Avanti has her absolute loyalty, towards others she can be unpredictable and rude. Ayana is proud of what she has become, but does not like to brag about it and prefers some time alone now and then.



General Style:
Voice: Link coming soon

General Style:
Residence: Local inns, she travels around.
Hobbies:
Habits:



Ancestry
Mother: — Isi Tamaya †
Father: — Paytah Rayen †

Same Generation
Siblings: — Nivira Rayen †
Half-Siblings: — None
Cousins: — Unknown

Descendents
Children: — None
Grandchildren: — None
Nieces: — Unknown
Nephews: — Unknown



Past Affiliations & Ranks
House Rayen
⋅ Rank: Royal family

Pre-forum history
I had a destiny when I was born. My older sister, Nivira, would inherit the village that our parents ruled. The current queen of Nymmerwell was my father's sister and thus she had given him a considerable amount of land to manage as a family member of the Rayen house. I however, showed a talent for healing. Oh how ironic, is it not? Me, destined to be one of the healers of Nym, a shaman that cured the sick and wounded. But that's how it was. I had to learn how to heal and read the signs of danger nature could send us. I have always been quite a rebel though and teaching me wasn't an easy task. I had a lot more freedom than my sister and I made great use of it. But it wouldn't have been a story worth telling weren't something to happen, I wouldn't even be around anymore.

All of the kingdoms in Fallen Skies border each other. This can be both a blessing and a curse, depending on who your neighbors are. Some are happy to mind their own business, others seek to bring chaos to the lands around them. Our village was situated close to the borders, so we were an easy target. They possessed an army, ready to demand and kill if we did not listen. It might have been wise if we had left the place, that is something that crossed my mind in the past. Although I don't care about the outcome anymore, I quite enjoy where it brought me. However, at the time, it was quite troublesome. They eventually came for us. Not to drive us out or murder us all in our sleep, no. Because of their interest in our ways of healing and reading signs of danger. We had at that time two shamans in our village. The current queen did not want to stir a war between two countries, thus ordered my father to make a deal. I would be married off to the enemy so I could pass my knowledge to their people. The decision of my village, my parents? They gave me away. They traded me for their lives. I wasn't worth the risk. It was the day I learned family meant nothing in this world.

He was a monster. It's funny that I describe him this way even though I fit the title myself nowadays. Then again, at the time I was weak, I could still get hurt, I could feel and oh how he loved to torture me for it. Mentally, physically, every time I refused to follow his orders, to tell him about our secrets. I tried to escape many times, but I was alone and he had many men following him. One thing kept me going, the fact that he had never managed to break me completely. I grew cold at some point, knowing that I had to numb my senses and my emotions to survive. This seemed to infuriate him more, because it also meant I completely locked away my abilities. One day he attacked me head on and I snapped. I did not kill him, but I don't think he was able to ever drive me from his mind afterwards.

I managed to get away that night. I still don't really know how. The memories are vague. My body just moved on its own, bringing me as far away as possible, until I finally couldn't lift legs anymore. They never managed to find me, but I was far too restless to just leave it at that. The hate that had kept me standing while I was there, now drove me to seek revenge. It ignited into a raging fire. No one was safe on my path, I was unpredictable. When needed I would kill to get something done. I didn't feel anything for taking a life, maybe just a sliver of satisfaction because it meant I had power over another being. That was what I secretly longed for. The power to shape my own future and that of those around me. It was then that I first heard of vampires. As if it knew that I was looking for something that could grant me my sought vengeance. I did not let my anger blind me and I had long realized I could not do anything alone. I wouldn't stand a chance if I was to return. So I went to look for the mythical creatures that feasted on the blood of their victims.

It was in the forests of Navarre that I met my first vampires. They did not believe me at first. That I wanted to be one of them, wanted to trade my mortal life for something else. I persisted however. I had already been tortured in various ways, they could do nothing to me that was worse than what I had already been through. No one had turned me yet, but word got around and grabbed the attention of a man named Avanti, known for his purple eyes and the death count on his name. He was willing to turn me into a vampire. I had imagined I could take any pain, but I lay screaming and crying after the venom started working. Eventually the pain echoed away, together with some of the feelings I had felt when I was a human. I was born anew, and after some training, ready for my revenge. I killed my mother and my father and most of the people in the village where I was raised. Nivira I spared, her mind already so twisted she would suffer until the end of her days without me doing more to her than I already did. The poor thing was probably the only one actually caring for me after all that time.

One of the things I did was changing my name, because I did not want to be affiliated with the family that threw me away because it was beneficial to them. From Rayen to Ryvain, with the last name went the village that my father ruled, it faded into myth. A myth about black jaguars that represented darkness. As if my new gained immortality wasn't enough to keep my presence embedded into their minds and stories forever. I returned to Avanti afterwards and I took the punishment for disobeying his orders, for straying away without permission. I had already decided it had been worth the consequences. They were cruel, but I endured my punishment. Afterwards I had a new chance to prove myself worthy and loyal to my devilish saviour.

At some point my loyalty to him became endless, Avanti had my full trust. I never strayed too far from his side again, which eventually rewarded me with the title second in command. His trust in me had equally grown over the years and it formed a bond between us that was both extraordinary and dangerous in nature. We could rule the world when we where together, but I knew the risk of it ever being severed. Not long after, Achilles joined the small cult group that we were still leading. The giant man found his place within our group quite quickly. We became a dangerous trio that tricked people into making deals they could never back out from and ultimately benefited us most.



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