Sable Raventhorn



''Born to the Gilnean Headlands, Sable Raventhorn has seen great tribulation rip asunder her people, her family and her home. As the eldest known surviving member of the Raventhorn/Freewind lineage, she attempts to lead her three younger siblings in the ways of her ancestors.''

Appearence:
In many ways, Sable would not be considered exceptionally beautiful by Stormic and Dalarian standards. She does not bare an ample full-bodied figure, nor is she an example of sun kissed perfection, devoid of marks and unsightly scars. No, her flesh is what some may call 'traditional Gilnean Pale', ghostly white in a way, and burns rather easily in the sun. Scars mark the tell-tale signs of childhood play, and a youth spent stalking through thickets and dells. Fading pinkish marks dot the flesh under her arms, though it should be noted that they wouldn't appear immediately obvious unless pointed out or looked for.

Her facial features are mousey, like her mothers, her jaw line long but soft with a small rounded chin. Her eyes are large, not completely owlish but visible enough to see the gold colour from a distance, slight dark circles rimming her. Sable Raventhorn bares the ebony hair of her father, Gregor, which sits around her around her shoulders, wavy and thick; small wooden beads, thin braids and coloured twine woven through it in a way that makes it seem wild.

Transmogrification:
While it is still speculated over wheather the Harvest Witches of old were able to change their form, those who can tie their lineage to The Old Ways know well the stories and legends of those who could change their outward form. Through test and trial, Sable can count herself among the few who are capable of such a shape-change.

However, such a change is not a terribly pleasent experience and is generally not something she will undertake willingly unless in great need; unlike the easy druidic shifts of more trained inderviduals or the Night Elves whome slumber within The Emerald Dream.

During the shapeshift, Sable feels her bones snap and peirce through her skin, the intense pain of her body shifting into a different form usually takes a few minutes to a few hours to recover from. If one looked, they would find a necklace around her neck with primitive bone beads in the shape of each form she can take.