Ratibor | Doe | Blackwood NPC | Herbalist/Witch

DECEASED
Name: Ratibor
Pronunciation: Ratt-e-BOAR
Meaning: ¹Forest Fighter
Nicknames:  
Gender: Doe
Breed: Fawnling
Height: 12.1hh  [Heavy build]
Age: 12 years
Date of Birth: Year 747 of the New Age
Colour: Sooty Chestnut Partially Restricted Smoky Fawn
Genotype: ee/A+a/StySty/fwsfws/rzrz
Bloodlines: 100% Blackwood
Kiliggan [Sire, NPC, Raider/Soldier/Probably-doesn't-like-you]
Lierya [Dam, NPC, Witch/Herbalist]


Personality at a Glance: Analytic | Composed | Ambitious | Selfless | Manipulative | Fickle | Perceptive
Assets: Observant, cunning, die-hard loyal to Mother Úir, willing to help those in need
Faults: Prideful, stubborn, mean streak with unwanted intruders, perfectionist
Ornaments
Wolf Jaw Pendant: obtained from her father, Kiliggan, as a coming of age gift when she became advanced in necromancy. It is fawn-hide leather and has bone beads from small creatures, probably rats or squirrels. The feathers are (black) of crow and (dark brown) owl. The tooth is from an ice bear, the ice bear that killed her mentor Xillias.
The feathers help her connect to the Great Mother, strengthening her bond with the spirit world. The ice bear tooth reminds her of the brutality of life, as well as the circle of life, and to remember all her beloved mentor taught her, to honor Xillias.
Obsidian Pendant. she gathered this obsidian from Widow's Hollow on the eve of her 10th birthday; it enhances her necromancy and strengthens her hexes. Curses are unaffected.


History:
 Ratibor has a fairly normal history for a Blackwood familiar; her mother died at an early age due to a wolf attack and her father raised her alone. Ratibor harbored a cold menace towards wolves ever since and kills every one she sees, her heavy build helps her immensely in this goal. At the age of 3 she decided to follow in her mother's footsteps and become a powerful witch and herbalist, a humble servant to Úir. She began regular meetings with her mentor, Xillias, who became a mother figure for the young and confused Ratibor. Xillias doted on Ratibor and loved teaching her new things, the pair learned powerful magic together. 
 Her world was shaken again when an ice bear, provoked by foolish stags, came thundering down the mountain and took a bite out of the first flesh she saw, which just happened to be Xillias' smoky coat as she was gathering herbs at Widow's Hollow. Ratibor took this loss hard as she tried to heal her mentor but wasn't skilled enough and other shamans knew it was a lost cause. Weeping over her mentor's body, Ratibor made her mind up to defend the defenseless, stand for the broken and speak for the silent. Just as her gentle mentor did.
 Years passed and Ratibor became immersed in her work of studying, powering up so she could perform some greater good to memorialize Xillias. She was so devoted that she never took an interest in stags, who likewise stayed away from the ambitious witch. At least, most of them. A dark soldier stag, a monster of stags, Brismor, took a liking to her. Her determination was attractive as well as her soft-hearted nature (hidden behind thorns of course). They courted for many seasons, him taking just as long to fully warm up to her as did she to him. With the proclamation of Brismor gaining General status, the two celebrated. Months later, Ratibor found herself pregnant with Bris' foal, and she was proud. She had great plans to teach the fawn in the ways of Uír, but that never happened.
  She carried the fawn for a very long time, and he was born in the summer of year 759. Brismor was away with raiders and Blackwood mercenaries, planning something against Silverthorne or Glenmore per usual. Strong and violent pains came from within and Ratibor knew it was the fawn. She sought shelter at her only place of true comfort, the Widow's Hollow. She thought being born there would be most sacred and a blessing to her fawn. Ratibor herself became a sacrifice to the Great Mother that late night however. The fawn was too large and ruptured Ratibor's internal organs, the strain of birth too much. Brismor heard her pitiful bleats too late and only arrived to, at her begging, put her out of her misery. He strained to find a healer somewhere close by, but they were all away at a meeting of sorts at the Sandy Shore. The fawn, named Jaromir, was taken to Silverthorne and disposed of, too painful of a reminder for Brismor of his beloved mate.
  Ratibor's bones still lie within the Widow's Hollow, a cursed reminder to all Blackwoods. Not even the wolves will touch the remains and Brismor can't bring himself to properly bury her for fear of her spirit.