La foudre craque, les oreilles perçant au son Aurora a tourné la tête. Ses lèvres dans une ligne mince comme son esprit se concentrait sur ce qui se passait avant elle. À l'arrière, légèrement au-dessus. Dagger regard, et..can? Graffiti? Le bruit des canettes tremblantes était en effet difficile à confondre, seulement pour trouver les plumes couvrant ses cheveux a commencé à se lever toujours si légèrement, dansant statiquement sur toute peau exposée.
"Les menaces ne font que susciter le doute, un esprit calme ou même le silence peut y mettre fin."
Les mots tombant de ses lèvres, elle se tenait tout simplement et écoutait. Relever les voix, les tons, la profondeur, le léger changement. Le plus facile à suivre serait les yeux de poignard, son accent était faible, pas varié commun. La femme sur scène qui interrogeait Ditch a sonné aigu, quelqu'un qui pensait plus d'elle-même, peut-être qu'elle avait une raison pour ça? Un revenu important? Haute éducation? Rose était déjà parlée pour pourtant elle ne pouvait pas aider, mais encore une fois elle aurait aimé avoir un moyen de trouver qui était Turn Back. Elle a enlevé quelque chose, le bruit de tissu tombant sur le sol était très probablement ce qu'il a couvert de son visage. Un demi-masque au moins, une écharpe peut-être?
Levi
C'était une voix faible, Ditch parlant derrière elle, Aurora a trouvé son attention attrapé une fois de plus. Donc, les yeux de poignard étaient Lévi, qui pourrait être utile à l'avenir.
Des voix et des esprits en conflit. Se battre derrière elle et accuser des mots à ses côtés Aurora s'est de nouveau trouvée avec ses lèvres scellées. Pas besoin d'ajouter aux flammes qui ont léché dans l'atmosphère.
Quelque chose n'arrêtait pas de lui faire penser. Celle à côté d'elle, Ecto, au début, elle n'a pas trop prêté attention au mâle. Mais comme il parlait elle ne pouvait pas s'empêcher de reconnaître sa voix de quelque part, elle ne pouvait pas mettre son doigt dessus.
Elle pouvait sentir l'air grossir une fois Ditch interrogé. Son père, tué et jeté dans une Ditch. Quel nom cruel, l'histoire se sentait comme des mains de fer l'attraper. La mémoire clignotant encore étant forcé de revenir en bas comme la bile pour ne pas être pensé à nouveau. Elle devait se concentrer sur la question à l'étude. Et c'était Umbra, ils avaient besoin d'un plan, d'un plan d'action, et Ditch semblait avoir un plan. Un motif de rassemblement et des pas déjà pensés.
"Connais-tu l'identité réelle d'Umbra? Ou vos liens étaient-ils une simple connaissance?" Plus elle savait le mieux, déjà elle était las, l'idée de perdre ses capacités n'était pas quelque chose qu'elle pouvait risquer. "Ce plan est à vous, qui est impliqué dans la première action?"
Name:Aurora Lorell
Quote:"One should never fear the dark. Just enjoy the light you have left."
Alias: Raven tale
Age: 22
Gender: female
Family: Father: Rick Lorell, Mother: Sarah Lorell
Occupation: Horse trainer and olympic rider.
 Aurora is seen to be a beauty. With a lean build and fair skin standing in at around 5,2. Her eyes are what really set her apart besides the snowy form. Red and clouded as though in a veil of mist she almost always keeps them closed due to being bullied as a child. Many saying they are unnerving to look at.
Method of Operation: No one knows that its truly her. Those that have gained her help have only seen the creatures that she calls forth. Usually beasts from mythology that have few features. If shes forced to be seen she stays silent, trying to keep her age and gender a secret. If anyone found out who she was, the world would find out everything about her in minutes.
Instead she uses her tour as a way to keep her location foggy. Being a world and Olympic rider, she has been to all corners of the world. Each one earning a job or two from her. Her method of transportation is a horse she had conjured herself, what she sees as the only link one could give her. Still she reminds herself that she should never get involved with things too big, but the chance to use her abilities has always been too tempting.

Superpower: Aurora has the ability to conjure beasts from stories she has read or been told. Using a leather bound journal as a catalyst to recite the right lines to call forth her companions. She found that the larger impact a story holds to her, the easier it is to call her creatures. Though strange enough she has found that it is more difficult to create that which is already in this world. Being able to make a wraith she has massive difficult in creating a bird.
Many would think this ability is limitless. Sadly Aurora must read or hear the tale in which her conjure is being made from. Even than she can't always make them unless it had a impact on her in some way. Because of this she has a habit of asking others for stories. Any kind hoping that she could advance her abilities further.
Her biggest weakness is that this only works when she has a sound mind and when the book is open. Growing up taming thousand pound animals has made her difficult to frighten. But if she falls pray to fear, the companions she had called would turn on her. If her book is closed her train of thought would break, causing the creatures to disperse and leave her side.
Skills: an amazing horse back rider, her hearing is better than most. Memory is above average. Shes been told that her voice is rather calming due to her nature. Shes also had a good chance of catching a lie so long as it's spoken.
Equipment: Book of tales.  Every story is written in Braille. Because of this she keeps it hidden from view and no one has yet to look through it's pages. If someone found out what was inside than the trail would be short in finding out that Aurora is the owner.
Personality: Aurora is a seeker of knowledge. Someone who needs to know things small and large. Heavy and light. This was due to the fact that she was born blind, growing up with being sheltered and lead around she found herself growing tired of the treatment quickly. Even though she would have a pilot smile when someone offers to take her hand or tell her where something is, she would find herself loathing on the inside. Wanting to be as independent as she can be. Pushing herself to be better at what she dose to prove to those around her that she dose not need her eyes in order to live her life. She thinks that many who help her do it not for herself, but so they could feel better. Thinking that they would be a hero for a small moment, she can not stand the thought of being a tool used in someone's self need to feel important. And thus it has only added to her independence.
Yet even with the quite demands of independence, Aurora is a calming presence. Soft spoken shes not one to raise her voice. When it comes to her friends, she is usually the one to end a fight with words alone. Comforting others when they are in need not using sayings of encouragement, but sitting at their side in silence.
She had an interesting habit though. When in good company she tends to speak in riddles, thinking that it's due to the stories she obsesses over, she tries her best to keep it under wraps. Even so, those who she calls friends will tell her she slipped back into her odd way of speaking.
Her greatest fear is being in absolute silence, she also tends to tap her finger on her cane. Sound is her greatest asset and without it she turns into a shell of her usual self. Fumbling over words and sometimes not able to use her powers safely.
Biography: Aurora was born into the business of horses. Her father a trick rider and her mother a cross country racer, the two were a power house in the horse world. Before she was even born they were getting her ready with what style and what horse she would ride, only for their dreams to be crushed when they saw her for the first time. A tiny albino who's retinas never even developed leaving her blind.
yet that did not stop the girl from living up to her family's potential. She became connected with the animals that her family made a living from. Every fall she went through, she would stand from, no injury would ever scare her away. The feeling of power a horse would give was too great to leave. Where in any other situation she would be led around and treated like a child. In the arena she was expected to handle things herself and for once she herself could be the leader. At age six she was competing in not only trick riding, but cross country and dressage.
Having a love for the stories that her mother would read her. Aurora began to print Braille in her own journal, often reading them out loud to her horse. After all, he was the only one that could deal with a 13 year old speaking for hours at a time. Sleeping in the stalls with her books clutched in hand the journal only grew thicker, and heavier. Till eventually the words she recited caused the animal to spook. Thrashing in the box and causing her to scramble out, screams of rage and fear ringing through the stable.
Before she knew it her parents were at her side, asking her what was wrong yet whatever had caused the damage was gone. Again and again it had happened, each time with her reading. Its taken her two full months to find out that the cause of her horse’s spooking was the conjuration of creatures from her own words.
Her own abilities.
Another idea that she could gain independence she began to work. Conducting experiments to figure out the rights and wrongs of her abilities. Its taken her years to find things out on her own. By the time she was 17 she was a competitor in the Olympics. Finally a chance where she was away from those who thought she needed them. All she needed was her book and her cane. Once walking through the stable halls at night. Checking her companion to make sure their first run in the Olympics would be fine. Yet as she opened the door she found something was wrong.
Her stallion named Beauty in a Shadow, was gone.
Her first thought was to contact the security to find him. Fear gripping her mind she could still remember the sweat that ran down her palms as she gripped her cane. Yet when she clicked it on the stone ground she made up her mind. Her book in hand she ran her finger across the pages. "With eyes made for night, and fire as fierce as a devil's light. He tracked down hunters of his land. And made them swear he could never stand." The sound of light feet pattering next to her she found a smile on her lips when the sound of a ragged fox was found at her side. To her eyes there was blank. Yet to anyone who saw it was a fox with two tails, told in Japanese lore to be the devil in a different skin, with eyes of lit green and a scroll strapped to it's back. "Find Beauty." It was all she said, and it was all she needed to. That night she took matters into her own hands as the fox lead her through the halls. Away from the stable and out to the parking lot to hear the half drugged screams of her stallion.
That night something snapped, she no longer used her abilities to gain a smile as she called forth a crimson wraith from the tale "a wife in the bog." The gut wrenching shrieks and screams rang true to her ears. the creature she chosen playing on their fear, having them see a different story as it led them away, leaving her stallion.
she never been so frightened for her horse in her life. Ever since she vowed to make sure that nothing like that would happen to another creature. To another ride, another person, so long as she could help it. She knew it was not just for others though, she never felt so needed until that moment. Like she could actually do something outside her own family. That she could accomplish something on her own. Its difficult for her still, not even her parents know about her second hobby. Her father even looks at those with powers in fear.
At age 18 she ended up moving out. She couldn't risk her family finding out that she was Raven's Tale. Shes done everything to keep that name down. To keep herself hidden so that they would never find out it was her. What if she gained a enemy? What if someone wanted her hurt and they found out that the one they were after was just a blind woman who lived alone?
She was living a dangerous game. And yet, even still as she told herself over and over again that she was playing with fire. She could not stop. The sense of power too intoxicating, the thankful words too well received. She still competes in competitions, but Aurora still finds herself with a smile on her lips whenever she would hear that someone was saved by a strange beast.
She just hopes that the day when she finds herself in deep water would come later. Much, much later.
"We are not normal."
 friesian stallion who she named Loki as a barn name he was registered as Beauty in Shadow. He's the only living creature who knows Aurora has abilities.