Ra'Nali Solatia

[Ra'Nali]

Name: Ra'Nali Solatia (most people shorten it to Ra)

Gender: Male

Age: 22

Race: Half Human, Half Elven

Height: 5'11"

Weight: 203

Physical Description: Sickly would be the first word anyone would use to
describe Ra'nali. His skin is a pale, almost ivory white. Dark, heavy circles encompass his narrow eyes, which stand out from the rest of his appearance by being a brilliant gray-green. His nearly shoulder length black hair, completly straight, with no curls or body to speak of, is already graying, do to the constant stress his body is under. his eyebrows are thin and arch slightly, the scruffy beginnings of a beard adorn his face. His ears are vaguely pointed, the only real hint of his elven father, and even they could easily be mistaken for human ears. Generally he is slouching, making him appear a bit shorter than he actually is.

Typically he is wearing the black leather body suit of a guard, with a fur vest laying open over it and heavy boots. When not wearing it however, he usually sports a dark tunic, greens and grays mostly, and black slacks. He always wares a pair of leather gloves, nothing fancy, just something to cover his hands in till he needs to perform his magic.

Possessions: He keeps most of his important possessions in a messenger bag he carries. A journal, a few maps of Marn and the surrounding area, a coin pouch with usually around 100 bishani in it, and a rather unremarkable black hilted/sheathed dagger.

Strengths or Powers

Forced Cellular Regeneration- Through touch, he can transfer magic into a person's wound, forcing the cells to regenerate and repair at a rapid rate, while never described as a pleasant sensation by anyone healed by it, it completly heals the wound, and leaves little to no scarring. Minor cuts don't require very much energy at all to heal, but the larger the wound, or more vital the area hit, the more magic needed. Due to it being cellular regeneration, it can only really be used on wounds he can touch, and is useless for illness. For internal wounds, Ra'nali has to make and incision so he can touch the wounded area, the incision healing with the rest of the wound. With his current mastery of this art, he can't inspire cell growth in cells dead for more then 3 days, though with practice this may change, however as of now curing let's say someone who has been paralyzed for a year is completely and totally out of the question.

Forced Cellular Decay- Something he has only been able to do once, and still doesn't know he did years after the fact, he caused by touch someone's(see history) flesh to deteriorate over the course of a few hours after the touch. This act caused him to slip into a two day coma.

Above average bowman ship- Although it has diminished greatly since his days of good health, he still has a marksman's instinct, allowing him to use bows, and to lesser extents other ranged weapons, better than the average person, however, he doesn't even carry ranged weaponry with him, he'd much rather have someone else do his fighting for him.

Extremely calm temperament- Nothing seems to get under his skin. Bothered by almost nothing, he can stand being around even the most annoying and vulgar of drunks for unparalleled amounts of time, a trait that became very handy since becoming a support healer for the City Guard. That being said, he does have one instant hot button issue, which leads us to...

Weaknesses

Extremely Loyal to the Government- A strength and weakness, his loyalty to the
government leaves him very intolerant of any sort of illegal acts or anybody voicing dissent about a law of the government. Usually such acts are reported to guards in a matter of seconds if he witness's them. Certain circumstances, such as accidents, he is a bit more leniant on, usually offering the person a chance to redeem themselves, by reporting themselves. He firmly believes that as long as the current government is in power, their rules must be followed, its their reward for being ambitious enough to have control.

Sickly- His body is plagued by a genetic illness that he inherited from his elven father. The only reason it hasn't killed him is that his human blood can produce enough anti bodies to keep it from developing into its final stages. At its current stage, it causes blood to seep through the walls of his lungs into the air sacs(a problem he can't fix with his magic, its coded into his dna, so he would have to be touching his lungs with his hands 24/7) This force's him to cough constantly, some times with the blood from his lungs coming out with the cough. Do to the lower amount of blood and constant coughing, his body is sore and he doesn't have quite as much energy as everyone else.

Known Magic User- It may be government sanctioned, but magic is still magic, and as the Tomes of the First Settlers clearly states, magic is sin. Being a known practitioner, many at first view him as untrustworthy, and most consider his illness as proof that his magic is corrupting him.

Terrible Sense of Direction- Anyone who has spent an extended period of time with Ra'Nali would tell you that he probably has trouble finding his way out of his house everyday. Cursed with a horrid sense of direction, he can frequently be seen gazing at maps he has had for a decade.

History.

3 years before Ra'Nali Solatia was born, another Ra'Nali came stumbling into Marn. Sick, confused, dehydrate, starving, the elf was barley clinging onto life as he stumbled into downtown Marn. Almost no one paid attention to the half dead elf, that was except for one tavern waitress. She had just been leaving for home when she saw the scraggly elf, and her maternal instincts took over. She took the poor man to her house in the residential district and gave him food, drink, and a place to rest.
His memory was sketchy about what had happened to him. He knew it had something to do with being a member of a merchant troupe attempting to cross the Sooqui planes, "and judging by the state i was in, I guess we didn't make it" he'd always say when asked about his past. A few weeks passed, Ra'Nali and the woman whose name has long since been forgotten by everyone grew close. Ra'Nali joined with a frequent guest of the tavern the woman worked at to form a hunting team. The elf and the man named Marius enjoyed marginal success, catching and skinning beasts from the Virdara woods.

A year later Ra'Nali and the woman were married, and times were good. All good things come to an end however, and alittle more than a year after their marriage, Ra'nali became violently ill, it started with a cough, but in a few months, when his wife was pregnant with his child, he had become bed ridden, vomiting blood nearly hourly.

The first Ra'Nali Solatia did not leave the world peacefully, he died a violent, sickening death that left his wife emotionally scared, and horribly depressed, that was intill the day she gave birth to the second Ra'Nali Solatia.

With the new joy in her life came another gift, albiet unexpected, she learned of the ability to heal others that had lain dormant in her, and wanting to help as many people as she could, she began secretly healing those who needed it, it was illegal, but she knew it was the only way she could help everyone she could. Marius helped support the woman and her child, sense she couldn't do any work that required leaving him alone. Once Ra was 6, Marius offered to take him out and teach him how to hunt, the woman was delighted, a chance for him to become like his father, and it gave her a chance to start healing again, which she had to stop once Ra was old enough to understand what was going on, she didn't want to explain that she was a
criminal.

Ra too, was delighted by this idea, the city guardsmen had always been his heroes, he wanted to be one more than anything else, and if he got good enough with the bow, well, that would be a big step towards becoming one. In youthful ignorance, plans are always so simple and seem so infallible.
For seven years, Ra had what he considered the perfect life, he was on his way to becoming a city guardsman, he had surpassed Marius in marksmanship, he had even gotten a good set of maps to help with his terrible sense of direction. 7 years of a perfect life is more than most get to have, and fate was not going to give Ra another day of it. He was 13, returning from one of his hunting trips with Marius, who was taking the skins to sell to the tanners. The young Ra was in a good mood, the fur had been especially good, they were going to get a fair amount of Bishani for them, he knew that. When he opened the door to his house however, everything good disappeared.

"What...what is this?" The boy asked quietly, his gray-green eyes shaking in disbelief of what he was seeing.

The woman from whom he came was sitting on the floor, leaning over an elderly man who had a stab wound threw his chest. She didn't look up to respond to her son, the man didn't have much time left, her son could wait. Gently running her hand along the wound, it sealed in a way that looked like a zipper being pulled up. The man looked at his chest and laughed happily, "Oh thank you, thank you!" The wrinkled face of the man was beaming as he passed by the shocked boy. "Your mom has done so much good, you must be proud."

She gestured silently for him to sit beside her. He most certainly didn't want too. How could she?! My own mother's a damn lawbreaker! he screamed in his head, though his face betrayed nothing, he knew what he had to do, it was his duty as a citizen of Marn, he could not run out and do it yet though...no, he had to lure her into a false sense of security. He knew she wanted to explain, and he let her, he laid against her as she fussed with his hair, he nodded when she asked if he understood, he helped her make dinner for her, him and Marius, his face betrayed nothing.

"Im going to go meet Marius on his way back from the tanner." he called out as he
closed the door. He went straight to the first guardsman he could find. He explained what he had saw, the guard thanked Ra for informing him, and he and another guard went to arrest her.

Ra watched as she was pulled out of the house, she wasn't resisting, she had known one of these days they would catch on, but who had told them? Ra approached her as the guardsman began restraining her, "You may have been healing people, but your breaking the law, I can't stand by knowing that." She nodded, and mouthed I'm sorry, a lump in her throat kept her from saying it.

An arrow whistled threw the air, and struck one of the guardsman in the face threw the slit of his helmet, a second whistle and the other guardsman fell, his visor had been up, leaving his face exposed. Marius dropped his bow and charged the boy. He picked him up with one hand by the neck, "How dare you betray her like that!" He struck the boy hard across the face, "Me like that!" again, the boy was struck, "Your father's memory like that!" Marius tossed the boy to the ground, he moved to pick Ra up again, the only thing that Ra could do to defend himself was try to pull Marius's hands off his neck. Slowly al his senses were vanishing, only a white hot anger remained, how dare he call me the traitor! he roared in his mind as his vision faded into red, he heard Marius yell in pain, and then everything went silent.

He woke up two days later in the hospital. The guards informed him that Marius was found outside the city wall, half his flesh was missing. A few feet farther was his mother, who had killed herself with a knife, she must have killed him and then herself, they explained.

Ra's life continued to get worse, he got into frequent fights with people breaking the pettiest of laws. He couldn't make money hunting, because while he was a better hunter than Marius, he couldn't skin at all, and the furs were what was worth the money. Which forced him to turn to any odd job he could find for help.

Things hit an all time low for Ra at 19, for the past few months, he had been coughing heavily, which prevented him from even bothering trying to join the city guard, they wouldn't want some sickly guard, maybe if he was still as good of a shot as he had been he could have gotten in, but the illness had ruined his perfect aim. One day he just left Marn, and began walking along the river, just trying to clear his head,
reevaluate everything, have I been wrong about everything? He tried to think back to what had started it all. he couldn't remember, his mind had repressed it, the only thing he remembered was Marius strangling him, and then passing out.

While lost in thought a bandit had snuck up behind him. He put a knife to his throat, and whispered in his ear. "Your money or your life." Ra laughed, clearly this was an answer to his question, he began to doubt law, and now he was about to be killed by the lawless. The bandit frowned from the laughing, and dragged the knife along Ra's throat, sending bolt of pain so fierce through Ra he almost lost consciousness. He grabbed his neck as the bandit ran off. He felt energy leaving him...but not through the wound, No, it was through his hand, he felt the skin at the wound tugging to close the gash, it was a terrible feeling, but it ended soon, leaving him drained.

Magic? he couldn't help but ask himself where it came from, since all his memories of his mother had been repressed. This is my chance, he resolved in his mind. "If I can master this, I could work for the government, maybe not as a guardsman, but healers a good place to start." With new resolve he spent the next three years practicing on animals outside of the city, while continuing to work his odd jobs to get by. Finally when he felt proficient enough, he presented himself to the government, and do to a good reputation, received a license and was assigned to support healing for the city guard.

Loyalty only with the city, he spends his time between the fort, the hospital and his home in the residential district.