Name: Rajani Dali Age: 3 Birth Month: March Gender: Female Element: Soul Physical Description: Charcoal black with tribal/voodoo-esque white markings. Medium-large. She is well rounded, having a decent build for speed and agility, while still able to maintain power behind her strikes. Wears a necklace bogged down with bones, claws, fangs, beads, and feathers, along with long prayer beads that are looped several times around her neck. Then there is one more, which is thin black leather with a relic attatched to it. Feathers are strategically matted into her fur. She has several piercings that appear to be made of bone, and a bracer on her upper left arm engraved with an image of Papa Legba. It appears to be made out of ivory or bone. Personality: She's... well, unpredictable. One moment she could lash out at you, screaming obscenities, and wishing a hex upon you, the next she could be furiously apologizing and trying to make things all better. Then she could be perfectly calm, speaking with a cool chill that would almost fool you into thinking nothing was wrong, and that she just had a bad temper. It is difficult to break past this shell of mental disorders, and she tends to turn people off long before she hits one of her sane moments. In these times she still manages to be lethal, but in a more cunning and calculating way. Generally silent, she will usually only mutter things to herself, and speak when spoken to.
Her flare-ups depend largely on the going ons around her. If provoked, things get ugly very fast. When left alone, despite her murmurings and such, she can manage to be a functioning member of a pack and do her job.
Highly superstitious, she believes in things like voodoo. Often times she will wave a bone in someone's face, cleansing them of some spirit she feels is plaguing him or her, blessing them, or at worse, cursing them. She seems to believe she can read minds, though really she is simply confused with the voices in her head. In addition to this she thinks she has some gift of foresight, but again, it tends to be pure luck or her overactive mind working up.
Quite the deceptive little nymph, she will put on a face of innocence at times, one that strangers have tended to find quite convincing in the past. It's all a facade, however, and generally anything nice she says is to be taken with a grain of salt.
'Course... she's not all bad. Once you get past the mental disorders, snap-happy jaws and all-too-ready-to-slice claws, there is something else there. She's just been isolated too long to really remember it. History: Her life started out relatively normally. She was born to parents of modest rank, part of a semi-large pack. She had two brothers and a sister, whom she loved and got along with quite well. Always the quiet one, she spent the majority of her days learning from the pack's Shaman, who was their healer. She was a good student, working hard to master the profession she was learning. By the time her first birthday rolled around, she had advanced in her studies quite nicely. However, it was also at this time that her mental disorders began to rear their ugly heads. The Shaman caught the signs, and did all he could to try and cleanse the afflictions, but of course it was to no avail.
After lashing out at another member, she was put into solitary confinement until she mellowed out. However, being alone only worsened things, and she soon grew to believe that her pack hated her, that they were out to hurt her, kill her, even. The thoughts drove her swiftly to madness, and as soon as she could, she killed the guard standing outside her den, and fled.
She lived out on her own for quite some time, and it was not until about half way through her second year that she decided to move on. During her journeys she encountered a human tribe. Seeming enthralled with her fur, they captured her for quite some time. Despite her frequent attempts to kill them, they in a sense worshiped her, believing she was some messenger of their faith. Before setting her free on word of their spiritual leader--he believed their Gods would be angry if they kept their "messenger" locked up--they bestowed upon her the items she now wears. She did not discard it, believing it has magical properties.
After being set free, she continued wandering along, searching for the place--or people--that would finally please her voices enough to let her cease her nomadic life and belong to a pack once more. Helper: Obeah Other information: Schizophrenic with bi polar disorder. Phenomenal healer despite this, and well versed in poisons.
Helper Name: Obeah Species: Black Mamba Gender: Male Looks: Brown with lighter underbelly. Characteristic pitch black mouth. Personality: Cunning and potentially lethal, but he generally keeps his place. He is more often than not found looped around Raja's neck like one of her many necklaces. Other: When he is around, Raja seems to be more calm.
