* Ability : Flight of Hermes - More than just a hop or skip in your step, each stride is quickened, and your limbs move as if one with the wind. * Ability : Wind Saw - Compressed energy into a spiral that mimics the action of a saw * Ability : Wind Tunnel - Create a vaccuum of wind in order to propel yourself into the clouds and travel to a distant place * Ability : Siren's Song - Use wind to manipulate the flow of sound to heighten or lessen the amplitude of sound. * Ability : Siren's Lullaby - Whispers on the wind lull listeners into distraction. * Ability : Wind Lash - Cut the wind, to create a whip like assault on your enemy.
W E A P O N S C A R R I E D :set of 6 throwing spikes concealed within her clothing
W E A P O N S O W N E D : various throwing spikes, stars, small throwing knives, 9ft chain whip.
A C C E S S O R I E S : cell phone, wallet, lockpicks, miscellaneous items that live in a woman's purse
H O M E : the prytania park hotel
O C C U P A T I O N : jewelry designer/thief
E X T R A D E T A I L S : 2011 Saturn Sky
B I R T H P L A C E : Surrey, England
F A M I L Y: Jett Black
H I S T O R Y :
Rayna was born in Surrey, England to a family of magi, the only girl in a family of three older brothers. Her mother doted on her only daughter and her father, well he had his three boys to keep his attention. Rayna's gifts were subtle, unlike those of her father and brothers, something her mother understood. When she was five her mother became pregnant, something Rayna found fascinating and she spent even more of her time with her mother, 'listening' to the sounds of her little brother to be. She was devastated when her mother died in childbirth, losing her only protector from the derision of her father and brothers.
After her mother's death what had been derision became abuse though, starting off emotionally, building up to verbally and finally to physically. They challenged her again and again to use her abilities but she refused to show them the few things her mother had taught her, keeping the things she taught herself hidden from them, learning to sneak around, to hide, to find ways to escape from them, except for when she couldn't because she had to take care of little Jett. The only reason she'd never run away was her baby brother needed her. The older Jett got, the less often she could escape from the others and the abuse just got worse and worse.
One day Jett walked in as she was being beaten again, she was just about to let it all go, to give them what they wanted, to show them just how violent a windstorm could be when Jett started to beg them to stop. She tried to get him to leave, not wanting them to turn on him when the flames appeared, surrounding her father and brothers and turning them to little more then ash. She managed to get herself together, to get herself cleaned up and the mess all cleaned up.
For the next few years she managed to keep them together, taking care of Jett and herself, training herself as much as she could. That was when she first started to steal. Little things at first, so that they could survive. But she had a talent for it, it worked rather nicely with her gifts after all. One night while Jett was asleep at home, she was caught while attempting to break into a jewelry store by some long-lost family. They were surprised to see her but it was obvious who's daughter she was, having the same pale green eyes on her mother. They insisted that she join them, to bring her into the family fold. Rayna was afraid that would of Jett's reaction to this new family and went with them, regretting only that she couldn't tell Jett what was happening. She learned quickly that her mother's family specialized in the darker uses of their gifts; a family of mercenaries, assassins and thieves. She trained with them, honing her skills all to keep them from insisting that Jett be brought to them as well, knowing they'd try to turn him into a weapon.
Over the years she rose in the family ranks as a thief, always keeping ahead of Jett's attempts to find her, no matter how much it broke her heart. There were times where she wished she could contact him but she was afraid of what the rest of the family would do. Then one day she found what the family was really looking for when they first came to Nola, an heirloom her mother had owned, an ancient journal. A journal her father was supposed to return to the family when she passed but instead he'd gathered his children and run to the United States. Now they had a hint of where it was and they wanted her to get it. So here she was, back in New Orleans again.
A L I A S : bri
P L A Y B Y : olivia wilde
-- Edited by RAYNA BLACK on Friday 12th of August 2011 09:08:31 PM
