Raise your words, not your voice. It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder.
Description: Revell is a lithe woman, bordering on slightly underweight. She moves effortlessly through crowded rooms and uneven terrain, with steps so silent that one would be forgiven for thinking that her feet never actually touched the ground. It would be ideal if that was the case, because the woman appears to abhor footwear of any kind. Framing her face is an untamed mane of brown curls.
The most defining feature of her face is her full lips -- Whenever she smiles, they give way for her buck teeth and prominent dimples. The second most defining feature are the messy, clustered masses of freckles scattered across her cheeks and the bridge of her nose. From a distance, it looks like she forgot to wash her face after a long day of work. Should someone get close enough to inspect her eyes, they would notice that young Revell has a smattering of blue in her otherwise brown eyes.
Personality: Revell is strangely obsessed with flowers. She has a flower related qoute for every situation and she will often communicate through the hidden meanings of flora. She is a free spirit who is slow to judge and will see the best in everyone, often to the detriment of her own well being. She has a very idealistic on life that borders on ignorant. More than once, she's been written off as dense and naive by others as a result.
And Revell is curious. She's the type that will make your business her business. She will prod and pry and ask questions until she is forcibly removed from the premises or the other party runs away. She speaks very little of herself, often opting to focus the spotlight on whatever company she is having. This is not to say she doesn't enjoy attention - because boy, she does - she simply doesn't go out of her way to seek it.
Still, there is something sharp and clever behind those wide eyes of hers.
Background: Very little is known of Revell's past. She speaks very highly of the Northlands where she grew up. Her youth was one filled with love and affection -- raised by two fathers, one caring in a practical yet absent way and the other a man with an endless supply of cringe-y jokes to toss her way whenever she felt blue. Both extremely overprotective in their own way. In all respect, she never should have wanted for anything, but want she did.
The want was never for anything specific, she simply wanted more. Much like a squirrel collecting nuts to store for the winter, Revell had a general desire for a vague assortment of things to call her own. But, she also hungered for knowledge of all things, but especially knowledge pertaining to people. She was always an inquisitive and spoiled brat that never learned the meaning of the word 'no', which lead her to become an adult that is a little to forward in her desire to 'get to know' others.
This vague want for more in her life is what led her to Arx. A city filled with new, exciting experiences and a wide variety of people to befriend. And while she was there, she figured she'd make a bit of silver as well.
She mainly produces herbs for apothecaries to use in their concoctions, but she also does flower arrangements for high class parties as well as help people create the perfect bouquet for any type of situation.
|Alessia||A lovely young woman. She also appears to be one who is careful about who she gives her heart to. Something I can admire.|
|Anisha||Messere Revell is a lady of flowers and great compassion, providing a most valuable service. And she has an inimicable sense of style. Why yes, I -would- like to learn the language of flowers...|
|Asher||Far too easy to make blush. Not an ounce of hiding the emotions; kind of endearing, actually.|
|Austen||It has been quite the pleasure to meet Goodwoman Revell. She seems a sweet and caring woman. I believe that I like her.|
|Clara||I was a bit tired an' distresed when she got to me bar but she took it in stride. Seems like a nice person. I'll have ta figure out what was up with the flowers some other time.|
|Cornelius||A decidedly nosy and loud commoner girl. She sells flowers, I suppose. Why is Arx so full of rabble that knows not their social limitations?|
|Corrigan||Cute, even with the nosebleed. Blushes easily. Either naive, insane or concussed, given her business plan. Interesting one to watch, regardless.|
|Dante||A commoner with a rather -interesting- attitude. Thankfully, she saved most of her impertinence for someone else so I didn't have to be put on the spot. Now I know what Lucene was talking about. Quite the odd woman, this flower girl.|
|Dianna||Honest and seeks truth; a genuine and beautiful soul who has impacted me more, I think, than she will ever know.|
|Domonico||Seems to be rather emotional. I wonder why exactly.|
|Dycard||A sweet girl, who seems to radiate good cheer just by being present. Whether her impropriety is intentional or not, I'm not sure, but it makes her intriguing either way.|
|Evaristo||Debating with an Archlector on matters of religion - that's bold. I like it!|
|Gerald||Quite young, but, she should be able to learn the tricks of the trade.|
|Hamish||She is certainly brave and honest.|
|Harlex||I can't understand why wolves have such a hard time of it; lambs seem to just wander into my path.|
|Ilsa||A mistress of flowers, so it seems. I look forward to speaking to her of all she knows.|
|Kaldur||Clearly wanted to follow after one ass, but stayed with the other ass. A good friend.|
|Korka||On the road to learning the keen lesson that not everyone wants friends. A common commoner's song and dance.|
|Kritr||I'm guilty of being shortsighted so often I need some sort of healer to fix my eyes. In this case, Revell pointing out how hard it is for a common shamanist reminds me that I am not fighting for the recognition of just my beliefs, but for the honor and tradition of hundreds of thousands of prodigals and prodigals to be. She's the reason for the fight.|
|Leola||Another carrying a blessing, I think. She reminds me so much of how I used to be. I remember that smile. I will protect it|
|Mabelle||Looked stern at first, but Toffee melted her. She looks like a sweet young woman, very social and opinionated.|
|Miranda||I have no idea what is troubling this woman, but I hope, whatever it is, that it resolves itself or she finds a solution. I can't imagine what might cause her so much pain.|
|Niklas||She's kind of perplexing. Nice enough, though.|
|Norwood||Apparently she needs - or doesn't need - help with her love life. She had best be wary of advice from a Blackshore however.|
|Oddmun||There's a... not naivety to her, as such, but a willingness to stare down someone she disagrees with and tell them as much. You don't often see that level of directness in anything that can speak. Refreshing.|
|Orelia||A kind soul, sweet and delicate not unlike the flowers she plans to build a business around.|
|Ras||Thought she was poor cuz she's walkin round in socks. But her hands're too soft. She's nice, I just got a gut sense that somethin's hidden under the surface. Sold me a flower.|
|Rinel||She is full of boundless optimism, though it seems tinged by an old grief or fear. I hope she keeps the joy that I could not. I will do what I can to protect her.|
|Sydney||She keeps conversations going rather wonderfully, and appears to be at least passing interested in seeing violence unfold in the ring. That she speaks of getting along with those I call 'friend' is merely a bonus. I quite like her, at first blush.|
|Tanith||Sweet. Too sweet. There's some edge to her beneath it all, or at the very least, something -more-. A woman to keep my eye on, at least when she passes through the Murder.|
|Thea||She has no issue standing up for herself, which--isnt necessarily a bad thing. Just needs to know how around certain people. She certainly has a passion.|
|Zoey||Poor thing. Make better decisions and you'll be less embarrassed.|