Ciara Ravenswood

Overview
''Full biography can be found here. ''

Appearance
Hair: Black

Skin: Pale Caucasian

Eyes: Blue

Height: 6’2

Weight: 135lbs

Noticeable Features: A bluebird tattoo on her left shoulder. She always seems to have dark bags under her eyes.

Personality
To many, Ciara would come across as a distant, even bored woman. She is hard to talk to, even harder to hold a conversation with, and all but impossible to impress. While she holds her own opinions, she rarely voices them and instead is focused only on one thing: Her family. Her sister and the preservation of what her parents once had are the only things that matter to her really.

Abilities

 * Combat Prowess: Ciara is generally well versed with most weaponry, though she is not a master by any means she can hold her own against untrained opponents.
 * House History
 * Magical Gift: Though she hides it, Ciara was born with the gift of Divination.
 * Tactician
 * Management skills

History
House Ravenswood has always been a house of tradition, stoicism, and conflict. Ever since they had risen to power with the formation of the Inquisition, their emphasis has been to breed strong fighters and leaders to end the menace of magic once and for all. Every generation was to be nearly identical, with the only acceptible exception being their increasing brutality. No one ever liked the Ravenswoods, they were respected and feared for their tenacity and their ability to create children just as vicious as the adults.

Then came Ciara, who from birth was rather quiet and distant. She never seemed to be entertained by anything; not the toys the servants gave her to play with, nor the combat training she was given, nor even the wanton murder her mother craved. Instead, she was rather passive in everything she did. She failed most of her classes, never partook in conversation unless ordered to, and seemed as though she had no real will of her own. Even when her sister came into the world, the most she could manage was a slight smile.

Then, she developed seizures. Episodes in which she would collapse and spasm violently, but for her,  losing control of her body was never the scary part of the seizures. It was the visions she experienced whenever she had them. She would see terrible things; her father burning to death, her mother attacked by violent mobs, even her sister was never spared in her visions. They were always different, in length and in subject matter, but one common thread was that her family was in danger. She was in danger. Not just from what her visions told, but her family too. After all, they hunted mages… and she was one.

Years later, after continuing to fail in every pursuit and being married off to a rich nobleman from another country, news reached her of her father’s death at the flames of a mage. She knew what she had to do; protect the last person that actually mattered to her. She left her awful husband and traveled as quickly as she could back to Ashmoor, planning on ensuring her sister’s safety by any means necessary.