Rayne Auster

We got just one life, tonight we're running all the lights
Trying to break free, like a runaway

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Nickname(s) : Ray, Ray-Ray (to her dismay), Rainy
Gender : Cis mare
Age : 22 years
Species : Pegasus (swan)

Herd : Aodh
Occupation : Commoner, entertainer (fortune teller)
Location(s) : Valore, Eithne with few trips to Bloom to visit family

Patron God(s) : Prays to all, however tends to favor Alya and Cascade
Blessing(s): Clairvoyance (born blessed)
Talent(s) : Astrologist

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Appearance & Voice

A lightly built mare with a coat of red broken up with white markings, Rayne in the grand city of Valore could be someone that may turn a gaze or two. Her own eyes, a blue-green that mimics the sea she loves walking beside, are framed with waves and curls of red hair where a streak of pale cream comes from a touch of white on her coat.

Human Form : Human!AU
Breed Type : Paint mix (Paint x (Irish Sport x Highland pony))
Phenotype : Red roan Tobiano
Height : 15hh
Accessories : A silver bridle with moonstone gems given as a present from her mother, silver anklets gifted to her for her 18th birthday by family friends, hairbands, flowers to place in her hair (locked)
Items : A crystallized statue of a horse on the end of one of her bookshelves in her shop (character statue), tarot card sets she keeps in carved boxes on a shelf in her shop (locked)
Weapon : Bad jokes
Scars/Injuries : A few, small scratches or bumps throughout life
Voice : Lily Collins (Clary Fray from the movie The Mortal Instruments)

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Personality

[ Good-humored | Straightforward | Upbeat || Bookworm || Heedless | Obstinate | Perfectionist (fussy) ]

An entertainer, a dabbler in what could be considered art if not magic. Rayne’s conversations, when speaking with clients, are good natured with a few jokes thrown in then and there to keep the mood light. They are optimistic, cheerful. Even in the face of the most dreadful of circumstances, there is a way to find the light. Not to say that the girl won’t be honest, however. If the going will be tough, she isn’t afraid to let someone know. She might sugar coat it a little, even offer to aid them along their way should the cards read they will need a helping hoof, but the truth is something not even she can hide.

Some might whisper that she is eccentric. A witch among the commoners, dressed in fabric as them and wearing a bridle at they do. Of course, no one actually believes that the young girl is a witch. She’s merely fascinated with magic, the future. Books line her shelves and from time to time hide her nose when she is caught up with one into the late hours of the evening in coffee shops where she’s lost track of time.

A stubborn girl, some may find Rayne to be an obstacle within their path when she refuses to move. She can tend to be reckless, careless, with herself. Before others, in front of those that she cares about, she would throw herself and stand in their place, unwilling to allow anyone to see them harmed. Thankfully not much trouble brews in Aodh - as long as no scoundrels attempt to thieve goods from her friends or family. 

Where this flaw may be seldom shown, it is perhaps her need to be and to have everything perfect that stands out most of all. She is picky with her craft, particular about the way cards are set and how ash must be settled in a bowl. Her books are tidy, not a volume out of place, and dirt she sometimes crinkles her nose over unless her cares are thrown to wind.

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History

[ Pre-Group History ]
Every story begins somewhere. 

They’d been friends for a year or two, everyone at a young age lost count when they attended parties or musical events held in the city, that had met through their connecting circle of friends. For Dougal and Christina, the thought that the other could like them had been put far from their minds until they’d grown closer. It’d been one night hanging out, one night by the entertainers and the streets lit by fire, that they dared to test new waters. It hadn’t been love at first sight, no, yet what they’d had was something they could swear they had never known and felt before.

Their love continued to grow by the day. After being told that Christina could likely not have children of her own, they’d accepted such knowledge and had moved on with their lives. They’d gone on walks along the beach, worked to earn money that they could sometimes spend on the other in the form of gifts or time away from the busy city. Their wedding wasn’t planned until the following year, but a bump in their road had appeared - or perhaps Christina's side was more accurate. They’d been surprised, overjoyed at the idea of Christina being pregnant when they had believed it was something not in their future. They were going to have a child, and as such their beautiful wedding was moved up sooner than either of them had expected for the child that would be born in the months to come.

She arrived late one summer night, born into the waters of a birthing pool her mother had insisted they have for the birth of her firstborn. She’d been so small when she’d been born, so little nestled between her parents when they had cleaned and dried her. Rayne, they had called her. For no particular reason other than that it was a name both of them liked for their new little girl. 

As a child, she had grown up no less than their princess. From the time she’d been able to get to her hooves, she’d been her father’s baby. Everywhere he went, until it was time for him to go to work or to return to the barracks, she followed. Babbling, giggling, until words had formed the more she grew. She was curious of the world, poking her nose where it did not belong.

A gut instinct, a natural knowing, had followed the girl throughout her early life. She’d known when her mother had again fallen pregnant, excited the day she’d bounced through the doors after playing with her friends and the announcement had fallen from her lips. Clairvoyance, as it was no doubt such a thing, had “run” on both sides of the families for generations. It could skip a generation or two, depending on whether or not the parents took the time to pray to the goddess Cascade, but there was no doubt in anyone’s mind that the daughter had been blessed by the mother of the sea. Had the sea goddess foreseen something in the child while they had prayed to her among the others for a healthy baby before Rayne had been born?

This gift of hers, this blessing, flourished as she grew into a teenager with little boundaries. Her home had filled with two other siblings, a girl and a boy, who she helped to tend to when she was not running or flying elsewhere. The sky she’d fallen in love with, nothing more free than the wind beneath her wings, and it was Cascade’s sea that she was always drawn to to splash in the waters or relax on the sands where she could still hear the waves gently tug and pull. 

It was her blessing that sparked an interest in magic, in the future. She gathered cards, she collected books. Her life, when her stomach was too weak to handle the job her mother went to every day and she was not a fighter at heart as her father was a protector over the city and his family, had found a purpose. To others, she would give their fortunes of the future.

In the city of Valore, entertainment came in all shapes and sizes. A teenager who read from cards or burned a piece of wood until it turned to ash that would give away the future? Adults had laughed, shaken their heads, but still tossed coin her way when she’d at first set up on the Gilded Bridge as if she’d been a merchant herself. They’d humored her, toyed with her, until some began to find her tellings to be true. Her gut never lied, did it? 

By the age of twenty-one she was able to purchase a proper shop, however small it might be. It stood on the corner of the street and she filled it with everything she desired: books, a reflection of the stars on the ceiling. Incense drifted through the air, plants in pots or hanging from delicate string. Her shop became a place of wonders, of the mystic. She was an entertainer at heart with as much of the truth as she could give to others that wandered past.

It was the least she could do when the tough world outside came inside the city walls, shaking everyone to their core and making the future unseeable. Why not make someone else smile through the trying times the people had to face, distract them from their troubles with hope for a brighter day?

Where her story goes, or where it will end, is unknown.

[ Group History ]
Timeline

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Relationships

Star Chart

Family :
○ Dougal Auster
Father, alive, Aodh Chevalier
○ Christina Auster
Mother, alive, Aodh commoner (familiar veterinarian)
○ Nicholas Auster
Younger brother, alive, Aodh Chevalier
○ Amy Auster
Younger sister, alive, Aodh commoner
○ Aaden Auster
Younger brother, alive, Aodh kindling
○ Full family tree

Familiar :
None

Other Connections :
○ Bellatrix of house Nicasia ( corruptedcorvid )
Best/childhood friend, partner-in-crime, loves (platonically), cares for, would go to the ends of the world for, alive, Aodh noble
○ Juliet of house Marisol ( Disastercorn )
Old family friends/business partners of house Auster, dislikes, irritated by, alive, Aodh noble
○ Romeo ( Gaybies )
Family "friend", unsure of, slightly attracted to (and annoyed by), alive, Aodh noble
○ Milan ( ThatDenver )
Childhood friend, alive, Aodh Artisan
○ Jindosh ( NorthernMyth )
Close friend, alive, Aodh commoner (inventor)
○ O'neal ( Moonie-Dogg )
Friend, alive, Aodh commoner (weapon smith)
○ Axenus ( corruptedcorvid )
Friend, reoccurring fling, cares/worries for, alive, Aodh Chevalier
○ Ragnarok ( Zomburr )
Former fling, attracted to, slightly awkward/flustered around, alive, Aodh noble
○ Fumio ( SaintPumpkinMuffin )
Acquaintance, customer, alive, Aodh servile slave
○ Bellamy ( CATAC0RNY )
Friends, think is adorable (in a silly way), wants to help find his mom, alive, Aodh Chevalier
○ Jenko ( 0-Mooncry-0 )
Friend, admires for fighting skills, alive, Aodh pit fighter
○ Roman ( LoneWolf0223 )
Friend, occasional fling/flirt, alive, Aodh courtesan
○ Clythus ( Disastercorn )
Considers a friend, alive, Aodh servile slave
○ Undyne ( PaganStars )
Acquaintance, friendly towards, customer, alive, Aodh commoner (sanctum helper)
○ Coatl of house Kalama ( unifangs )
Acquaintance, customer, alive, Aodh noble
○ Alexandra "Alex" Rani Nagendra ( Huniidu )
Unsure of, somewhat both likes and dislikes, friendly towards regardless, alive, Aodh noble
○ Lorne Overeem ( bozones )
Acquaintance, friendly towards, customer, alive, Aodh pit fighter
○ Pignolia ( SunsetRevelation )
Friend, book-buddy, admires work greatly, alive, Aodh architect
○ Creed ( Kitnkit )
Considers a friend, loves to tease, thinks is cute, alive, Aodh slave trader
○ Darcy Jr. "Daisy" ( owlunai )
Friend, frequent customer, adores (in a friend way), alive, Aodh Chevalier
○ [Hidden name] ( corruptedcorvid )
Considers a friend, reoccurring fling, attracted to, fascinated by, alive, Talori rogue
○ Midna ( kittyline13 )
Business partner, admires, friendly towards, alive, Vagabond hedgewitch
○ Artanis ( Gaybies )
Friend, fairly attracted to, finds very "pretty" (as she says), admires, alive, Aodh smuggler

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Additional Information

Orientation : 
Heterosexual/romantic (probably)

Likes :
○ Gliding over smooth seas
○ Warm beach sands
○ Cool forests to wander through
○ Fantasy books
○ Music

Dislikes :
○  Fighting
○ Arguing
○ Crying in front of others
○ Gore and death
○ Insensitive jokes

Hobbies :
○ Reading in cozy corners of libraries or coffee shops
○ Stargazing on late nights
○ Making jokes with friends
○ Writing and making up stories

Theme Song : 
“Runaway” by Mat Kearney

Other :
○ The quickest way to win her heart is through coffee, sweets, and fruit
○ Her shop, located in Valore, is called “Starlit Candles”. It has a main room with many windows, curtains pulled aside during daylight hours, a few tables with plush pillows to sit or lounge on, and a bathroom off to the side. Above the shop is her apartment, locked to outsiders unless she invites a guest in
○ The cards she uses for fortune telling are commissioned from a friend of hers who paints. Her crystals are bought from a seller who mines and shapes their own gems and valuables
○ She dabbles in a bit more than just fortune telling. Though it is her unofficial title, she also collects (unused before) crystals and herb mixes that she sells to promote positive or relaxing energy to her customers
○ While not the wealthiest commoner, she gives what she can to those in need should they pass her little shop by. Sometimes a free or discounted reading to anyone who needs their spirits lifted for a brief time
○ Seasonal allergies are a regular terror of hers with colds from the weather changing too fast (or she gets caught in the snow) being a close second
○ Does not have a strong stomach for sickening smells or sights. Certain textures can also make her queasy
○ Zodiac sign is the Zesla (born July 12th)
○ Her favorite color is a sky blue. Her aura is a pale teal

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Credits

Character © fallenraen 
Design & Rayne's application art © corruptedcorvid
Template / SA itself © Starborn-Alignment team

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Updates

July 11th: Created application
July 26th: Finished application
August 5th: Character submission
August 16th: Character acceptance
August 28th: Acquired astrologist talent
September 5th: Added family tree
October 10th: Added moodboard
October 12th: Purchased anklets
February 8th: Temporarily retired