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Riddel Darklove
Topic Started: Jul 19 2009, 07:23 PM (299 Views)
Riddel Darklove

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Name:Riddel Darklove
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Race: Mystic - A humanoid race who live long like elves. The features that set Mystics apart from Humans are their physical features (i.e. hair color, eye color, sometimes skin color). Some mystics are vampiric. Unlike human-based vampires, a Mystic vampire is unaffected by the sunlight, usually succumbing to death by piercing of the heart and/or a holy magic.
Class: Mage
Homeworld: Coralia
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 120lbs.
Physical Description:
Riddel is a young woman of 21. She stands at 5'10" with a slender build. She has long dark purple hair. Her eyes often change colors according to what she wears, but are usually a purple color, just as her hair. Riddel usually wears outfits that are alluring to men. She has a fragrance to her that is able to entice men into looking at her.

Riddel's normal garment is a rather revealing ensemble. For her top, she wears a corset-like piece that covers the necessities and laces up in the front. The piece is lined with a ornate design made from pure white gold. On the front under where the corset laces, there are diamonds hanging from the tips that glimmer in even the softest light. Her bottoms are very small like the top with the purple material and lined with the same white gold. The hold lining goes around the waist to hold everything in place. Attached to the bottoms is a white sheer skirt that billows in the wind and even the slightest breeze and ties together with a soft white robe. Around her shoulders, she wears a white sheer shaw that looks almost like a robe or cloak.

As for accessories, Riddel wears a thigh bangle and arm band, and a choker that emphasizes the white gold design or her clothing. At the end of the choker is a cross made of the diamonds that line her top. Her earrings are long and made of different circle shapes. In the wider circles lay amethyst gems. Her boots are made of the same purple material and lined with the same white gold. The heel on the boots go up about four inches.

History:
Riddel Darklove was born in the main city of Mystia on Coralia. Her family is the current ruling family of the planet, making her a technical princess. Since the planet elects it's ruler, it's merely a title than something given to her through her bloodline. Her father has been ruling the planet for the past two hundred years. Riddel, like her six sisters, has excelled in magic arts over physical combat and has been known as one of the Magi Princesses, each given her own area to rule.

Over the past five years, Riddel has been traveling the universe, working on her skills with magic. Riddel is one of the younger sisters, but has been the most successful in the field of magic. Each sister practices primarily in one area, but Riddel, since she excelled in magic, decided to practice in all areas. Riddel is able to teleport places and levitate wherever she needs to which is how she can travel about. However, her traveling was put to a halt when her region erupted in political unrest. Face with the task of keeping the peace between her people, Riddel had to put her training to the test by figuring out how to compromise with her people and avoid any decision that may cause a Civil War.

The topic, you ask? Riddel's people were debating on a law that would no longer allow weapons to be made in a small smithing town in the southern half of the country. The town, despite it's small size, makes most of the weapons for the country. Riddel spoke with her people and learned that it was one leader forcing many to call for this action. Riddel surveyed her land, asking the citizens how they felt and the ones who were wanting the law to pass admitted to being threatened by the figure and his minions. Immediately, Riddel exiled the man to a small island that has no boats to return to the mainland. Also, there were creatures that prevented him to swim back, but who would swim ten miles to shore?

The feud was known as the War of Negotiation. It was solved non-violently and raised the approval ratings for not only Riddel, but her father as well. There has yet to be any conflict in her lands and commerce is as good as ever. With that, Riddel is able to travel about working on her magic, often returning home to spar with fellow mages and fighters. She has yet to lose in battle, but she still believes it's out of respect.

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End: (On file)
RP Sample:

(From Running Scared)
Who needed doors? Stealth always found it more interesting to find new and unusual ways into the hideout. While there were certainly plenty of days that she'd used the main entrance, there were nights, like tonight, she wanted to make sure that the gang's guard was up, though usually she managed to slip by everyone. If she didn't, then why would they dare to nickname her Stealth?

Stealth headed back through the side alley near where the fire escape ladder was raised up above the ground. Quietly, she ran over to the wall and jumped towards it. Once her foot touched the was, she kicked herself off and reached outward for the ladder, but not grasping for it when the bottom touched her hand. Instead she did more of a smack to make it fall with her, but being careful to catch it before it smacked the ground. As she laid it down gently, she glanced up to see if anyone heard. Naturally, no witnesses... yet. Preparing herself, she straightened out her top and gave one final look around her as she prepared to climb up the ladder to the first platform. Each step up she took, she made sure that not even the slightest tap could be heard. It made her wonder... if she were a Savior... would she have been Shadow Cat? It was purely for humor. She owed the Invisibles a lot after that night two years ago that made her who she was today. Shaking off the thoughts, she continued to climb up the ladder until she got to the platform, which she hoisted herself onto, letting one foot pull up part of the ladder with her. Once she heard a click, she sat on the platform pressed against the cold metal to get herself back on her feet. Sneaking in was just so much funner than using the main entrance. Who would want to go through all that added security? Quietly, she headed up the stairs to the roof.

Once on the roof, she looked around, not seeing the usual patrolman up there. She shrugged it off figuring there was probably some street fight going on or they were preoccupied off in the shadows. It didn't matter to her really. It was so cold outside that she wouldn't even want to be out here long. Especially on a breezy rooftop at that. Stealth walked across to the door to the inside and opened it up with her card that she quietly took from one of the desks a while back. Shutting the door behind her quietly, Stealth headed down to the main foyer of the bank. It was eerily quiet tonight. No one seemed to be around. As she passed by the offices, she glanced to see if any members were occupying their rooms. No one. It was just a little too odd for her, but at the same time made her a little mad since she came to the hideout to be around people and not be alone. Being in a gang set up a lot of dangers when being alone. What if she were kidnapped? It seemed like death wasn't a big threat when a person was female. Heading over to the sitting area that the gang made up, Stealth took a seat in one of the sofas and turned on the television set to see if maybe she could figure out the source of the hideout's vacancy.


Through the noise of the television, Stealth could hear foot steps. Maybe it was her fears getting to her, but she slightly doubted it. She sat upright and listed around. She pulled herself off of the couch and crouched low to the ground, making her way to a nearby desk. She jumped behind it and grabbed a handgun out of the drawer. That was a great security about the lobby. There seemed to always be a gun nearby. Pulling back to prepare it, when the footsteps got closer to her, she stood up and aimed. They weren't going to see her go down without a fight. Hopefully, they wouldn't know about her crappy aim...

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