Post by Deleted on Jan 8, 2012 14:54:37 GMT 9.5
Ranna Seneschal!
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[/center]Ranna is joining us from Praxis, Hollow Earth. This FIFTY-TWO year old is going to celebrate her next birthday on OCTOBER 9TH of our calendar. (Although they do not have the notion of birthdays in Hollow Earth as we, surfacers, do.) She's usually very forward-thinking (for the position she occupied in Praxis), introverted, and wise and is really quite good at protecting abnormals and taking difficult decisions.
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Welcome to TERRA SANCTUM.
full name: Ranna Seneschal
celeb face: Polly Walker
gender: Female
species: Abnormal
ability/abnormality: Ecological empathy -- The ability to sense the overall well-being and conditions of one's immediate environment and natural setting stemming from a psychic sensitivity to nature.
(I wanted her to have an abnormality, but not a big one. I’m thinking that ability is how she knew when Kanaan or another of the hyperspecies needed tending to, or how she could recognize people from Praxis, because she somehow 'knew' them.)
occupation: Former leader of Praxis; currently trying to find and reunite her people
age: 52 years old
secrets: She never told the Praxian Senate about Helen Magnus and the surface-dwellers she had encountered, or at least, not the entire story. -- She is not close to her parents; her childhood wasn’t happy. -- She has/had feelings for Gregory Magnus.
likes: Control and knowing the truth -- Praxis -- Abnormals -- Technology -- Learning
dislikes: Adam Worth -- the surface (though she is coming around slowly to trusting the Sanctuary team) -- war, death, diseases -- the way the Senate controlled Praxis -- talking about her, her emotions and/or her past
strengths: Intelligence -- organisation skills -- hardworking -- self-confidence
weaknesses: What happened to Praxis -- Trusting people -- Gregory Magnus -- Mistreated abnormals -- her relationship with her father
personality:Ranna is extremely self-centered, probably because of her difficult childhood. Very young, she learned the hard lesson of making her own way and proving her worth on her own. At work, she will make sure everything that needs to be done gets done in due time. She’s a hard worker and rarely deviates from the task at hand. All of that is coming from the small part of her who remained that child who only wants her dad to be proud of her. Everyone always had such great expectations for her; Ranna felt squeezed inside a box more times than she could count. She doesn’t regret aiming high, and loves her job. She feels like she can make a difference for Praxis, but she also knows that some members of the Senate would prefer her gone. It’s the only motivation she needs to continue fighting. All of that doesn’t apply anymore though, as the hollow city is gone forever.
She doesn’t trust outlanders, hence why she sometimes comes off overconfident, stubborn and harsh. Her work-face is not a friendly one. She likes being in control and knowing the truth. People working with her know better than to hide details from Ranna, but she was loved as a boss despite demanding a lot from her team. There are two distinctive sides of her personality: the hard one she uses at work, and the softer one she keeps well-hidden inside her for moments alone with friends and family.
Ranna is definitely not a mean person, even if she sometimes comes off as one. She only had/has a lot of hard responsibilities. Her position made her deal with tasks that she didn’t necessarily agree with, and it hardened her. If she learns to trust you, you’ll have earned a friend for life. She doesn’t make contact with new people easily, but she can be pushed a little. (But pay attention not to push her too much; she will only turn you down.)
With Praxis destroyed, her fears are slowly becoming reality, and it scares her more than she wants to admit. She has no news of Gregory, the one stranger to her realm she had learned to trust. Her people are scattered on the surface and she is without news of her family. Granted, her troubles with the Senate are over, but she has a headache just thinking about what’s waiting for her once she finds her people.
history:Growing in Hollow Earth is not always easy. It wasn’t for Ranna. Her father, when he was still alive, used to be in charge of the Senate. Her mother didn’t have an occupation per se, but she accompanied her father in his numerous meetings and served as his hand for many years, and raising Ranna when he was away. She didn’t grew close to her father because he always thought his work was more important than his family, at least, that’s what Ranna used to think. Her father was a lot older than her mother, and he died peacefully of old age at 156 when Ranna was 41. (The lack of pollution and diseases in Hollow Earth eventually enabled people, humans and abnormals, living there to live longer than their counterparts on the surface.) Her mother never was the same after his death. She isolated herself and refused to see anyone. Only Ranna and close family were allowed into her home, and she would ramble on her deceased lover to anyone who stayed long enough to listen.
So, Ranna grew independent really young. She was closer to some of her aunts, uncles and cousins than she was to her own parents. The desire to make her father proud never left her and the went right up the ranks, becoming the leader of Praxis by the age of 38, the youngest person ever to be put in that place, and she didn’t disappointed. In fact, the Senate was very proud of her and the people loved her.
Eventually though, the more time she spent knowing the system, the more she hated it. She disagreed with a lot of decision taken by the Senate, on which she had little say despite her position. Yes, it allowed them to live in peace, but the cost was terrible. There were thousands of dead each year in Praxis. People whose behaviour troubled the otherwise peaceful city. Anyone who deviated from social standards was imprisoned and often killed to prevent further contamination. Truth was, as advanced as Praxis was, it wasn’t the best of place. But it was the place she grew in, and Ranna didn’t know how to think otherwise or why she would bother to think otherwise.
Gregory Magnus first came into her life when she was 17. It was one of the rare times her father had allowed her to accompany him to work. He was an outlander, yet everyone seemed to respect him. She didn’t understand it, and questioned the decision to let him stay. She wouldn’t see him again until her father’s service, where Ranna felt a small tingle in her stomach at seeing him again. They rapidly became friends, and lovers, and he is probably the one who changed her view and made her suspicious of the Senate’s actions. However, his betrayal destroyed her. It crushed her heart from the inside, made her believe the Senate was right. It wasn’t until her encounter with Gregory’s daughter Helen that she started to be more opened again. Ranna was overjoyed when the elder Magnus decided to stay in Hollow Earth with her after saving Kanaan, and they slowly started to resume their previous life.
Until the destruction.
Now, she doesn’t know where he is, where her mother, aunts, uncles, cousins, nieces and nephews are. Loneliness is something she hasn’t experienced in a long time, yet it is something she’s experiencing now. She didn’t have enough time to make it to the surface like the rest of her people. She hid in an area marked by the Senate as safe ground and stayed there until the ground stopped shaking (plus the 48 hours of waiting time the protocol dictated). Now, Ranna needs to find her people topside and help them in any way she can, putting aside feelings and emotions. The safety of her people is her top priority. She has no time to lose.
(Note: Should we ever have a Gregory Magnus, I’m willing to change that part of their life to them being only friends, but until then…)
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She pushed the last fallen rocks out of her way and stumbled out of her hiding place in the outskirts of Praxis. Ranna gasped for fresh air as she arrived in the rocky corridor. Not that the air in Hollow Earth was fresh, but when one hadn’t lived to see the surface, fresh air was relative. She paused next to the nearest wall, extending her arms to rest her hands on the cold stone, panting.
An explosion. Destruction. She didn’t know what had happened, neither how it did. All she knew was that the alarm had sounded while she was in a meeting with the Senate, and they had ordered an immediate evacuation of the city. She had been one of the last ones out; seeing how things were right now, she might have been the last to make it. The Praxians had been told to make for the tunnels leading to the surface, gathering all the rebel clans they met on their way up. Ranna had overseen the relocation from Praxis, while the other leaders were at the head of the column, ready as they would ever be to make contact with surfacers. When the time had come for her to make her exit, she hadn’t had enough time to join the others on the surface. She had run to the nearest safe ground, and hid in a crevice as protocol dictated.
And she had waited. Waited until she didn’t hear any sound. Waited until silence was her only companion.
She had then started to make her way back to the city, but that was a task proving to be more difficult than she thought. There were thousands of fallen rocks on the way. Tunnels were blocked; she needed to take second routes, built only for emergencies. And this was an emergency, if Ranna had any say in it.
She finally made her way back to Praxis. By the time she reached the city, her whole body was hurting. Only, what lay before her eyes wasn’t a city. It wasn’t even a town or a village. Praxis, the proud city of her ancestors, where peace and knowledge had been driven the world forward for centuries, had been reduced to gray ruins, dusty and rusty and unrecognizable.
“Kanaan help us all…” she murmured, but received no answer other than the echo of her own voice.
A tear rolled down her cheek, and she cursed herself for her being so weak. Her gaze lingered on the devastation of her home, and she demanded one last effort from her aching body. It took a great part of her resolve, but she was able to make one step forward. And another. Hoping for a miracle.
An explosion. Destruction. She didn’t know what had happened, neither how it did. All she knew was that the alarm had sounded while she was in a meeting with the Senate, and they had ordered an immediate evacuation of the city. She had been one of the last ones out; seeing how things were right now, she might have been the last to make it. The Praxians had been told to make for the tunnels leading to the surface, gathering all the rebel clans they met on their way up. Ranna had overseen the relocation from Praxis, while the other leaders were at the head of the column, ready as they would ever be to make contact with surfacers. When the time had come for her to make her exit, she hadn’t had enough time to join the others on the surface. She had run to the nearest safe ground, and hid in a crevice as protocol dictated.
And she had waited. Waited until she didn’t hear any sound. Waited until silence was her only companion.
She had then started to make her way back to the city, but that was a task proving to be more difficult than she thought. There were thousands of fallen rocks on the way. Tunnels were blocked; she needed to take second routes, built only for emergencies. And this was an emergency, if Ranna had any say in it.
She finally made her way back to Praxis. By the time she reached the city, her whole body was hurting. Only, what lay before her eyes wasn’t a city. It wasn’t even a town or a village. Praxis, the proud city of her ancestors, where peace and knowledge had been driven the world forward for centuries, had been reduced to gray ruins, dusty and rusty and unrecognizable.
“Kanaan help us all…” she murmured, but received no answer other than the echo of her own voice.
A tear rolled down her cheek, and she cursed herself for her being so weak. Her gaze lingered on the devastation of her home, and she demanded one last effort from her aching body. It took a great part of her resolve, but she was able to make one step forward. And another. Hoping for a miracle.
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