Post by Riza on Jul 14, 2010 0:45:10 GMT -8
Name: Riza Murphy Kincaid
Nicknames: Murph by close friends, Kincaid by those who pay her.
Age: 16
Date of Birth: October 5th
Practice: Bard
Ability: Siren's Song (Attracts and calms those in hearing range, may put someone into a light sleep. Those with a higher post count may resist, those with a lower it is difficult or impossible.)
Occupation: Bard/Waitress
Loyalty: Human king ~loosely~
Appearance:
Riza has chin-length black hair with a purple tint. It frames her face quite nicely and causes a sharp contrast against her violet eyes and creamy skin. She is very slender without much muscle, preferring to rely on the throws and holds she was taught by her street-rat friends. The girl is short, reaching barely to 5'2 in height.
Her clothes are usually form-fitting in the sleeve and torso and flair out at the waist and wrists. Her dresses are always long-sleeved, no matter the weather. The two pairs of shoes she owns are a pair of sturdy black flats and a pair of high-quality leather boots that reach to her knees.
Riza has few accessories, though all are constant and have meaning. The first is a long lavender cloth that serves as a shawl. This was the first thing Riza had ever been able to sew. Next, were the veil and lace necklace given to her by a group of vagabond friends. The veil was a pale purple and faded into a light shade of icy blue. The necklace was made of the same beaded lace as the strings that held the veil on. The last were three pure gold bangles on her left wrist. They were too big, leaving enough room for Riza to slip her fingers all the way in, and usually just hid under her long sleeves. They were a memento from her brother from when she left home.
All of her dresses were purple and black in color, not only because they were Riza's favorite, but because they were the colors of her chosen patrons, Seree and Tataryn.
Personality:
Riza was constantly doing things she was forbidden to, in secret more often than not, but she never seemed to get caught. She would do just about anything for an adventure and a good time, especially if it was dangerous.
Because of the plush lifestyle she had while growing up, Riza became very sarcastic, cynical, and devil-may-care. Though at the same time, she was an optimist, willing to try everything once.
She's curious as a cat and hates being stuck in one place all the time. Being a docile wife is her worst nightmare.
Loves to sing. Is calmer doing it than anything else. In fact, singing is one of the few things that can make Riza sit still.
She's very cunning and a master haggler; a trait she learned from her father. Her brother always said she could talk a man out of anything if she put her mind to it.
Riza loves people, and in turn, loves cities. If bored enough, she has been known to walk up to strangers and strike up a conversation. This makes her excellent at her job.
History:
Riza was born into a wealthy merchant family and grew up able to have anything she wanted. And she hated it. She much preferred roaming the slums of the City to etiquette lessons at home.
Her only true escape was truly an escape.
Riza's father, a respectable man named Ferrin, often took her on trips to other cities to show her how the world worked, much to the disgust of her mother. The most common destination was the Spirit of Litharia.
Every night once her father had fallen asleep, Riza would escape out the window and wander the streets. It was on one of these forbidden strolls where she met Jaime Keating, a cheery boy who lived with his sister, Briar.
The two of them had started to chat and eventually became close friends. From then on, whenever Riza came to Spirit she would visit Jaime at least once.
But Spirit wasn't the only place she wandered around. One of Riza's favorite things to do was sneak off into the slums of the City where a small gang of vagabond boys about the same age as her taught her what it was like on the streets.
They raced along low rooftops, waged mock wars, and the one thing that would have scandalized her parents, dressing in her older brother's castoffs and learning to fight.
Riza's brother, Jace, even knew of this. He didn't dare to say anything in fear of his younger sister being punished. This, among other reasons, was why he was the only one of the family Riza actually liked.
Unfortunately, this lifestyle couldn't last forever. Being the only daughter of an important family meant she would be betrothed to a man she had never met in hopes of unifying the two companies. At age 14, that's exactly what happened.
Riza was to be wed to Lars Bomin, a greasy, sleazy, drunkard from a reputable family. The wedding was scheduled for summer the next year, and Riza was terrified. Despite Jace's best protests, the wedding was confirmed.
It was at this time he decided to help Riza escape.
He gave her a reasonable sum of money, and told her to pack up, have one last night of games with her street-rat friends, and run away.
Riza packed only clothes, travel food, the money, and Chess, the Cait Sith she had befriended a few years back on one of the trips with her father.
Escaping was as easy as always. The only difference this time, was that there was no going back.
Riza ran all the way to the slums and explained what was happening to her long-time friends. They said their goodbyes and then Riza was gone, as quiet as only one with extensive experience can be.
Later that night she caught up with a group of gypsies traveling to Spirit. They agreed to help her get there in return for Riza's singing voice when they performed. A deal the girl heartily agreed to.
They gave her an enchanted flute, one that allowed Riza to use a spell she dubbed Siren's Song, and some clothes that she could use to fit in.
When they finally made it to Spirit, Riza was sad to see the gypsies go, but nonetheless excited to start a life on her own. She begged a room out of Mr. Lowell, the owner of the Night Lotus, and a man she had known for most of her life. He waved away money, telling her that if she sang for the customers and helped out in the kitchen then she was free to stay.
And so her story comes to the present.
Roleplay Sample:
Riza took a deep breath, and began to sing.
The notes shook slightly, thrumming with the soulful, upbeat melody. The words mingled with the whisper of the lotus-shaped fountain the girl sat on as the band began to play.
It was a happy tune, more or less, and the Night Lotus had never felt so alive. Couples, shifter and human alike, danced and laughed, all but filling up the tiny pavilion. Lights from the lanterns overhead illuminated the restaurant, showing the beautiful clothing and masks the dancers wore.
It was October fifth. Seree's Day. Riza's birthday. A time for dancing and cheer, regardless of your race.
Riza sang on, her nerves washing away in her happiness. The song began to pick up and the dancers switched partners. Now humans and shifters alike lost sight of their dates in the colorful swirling frenzy that was the Festival of Fate.
Then the song ended and the dancers collapsed into the chairs at the outer rim of the courtyard, laughing. On this night, it didn't matter who you were. It was a night of Fate.
Anything could happen.
Nicknames: Murph by close friends, Kincaid by those who pay her.
Age: 16
Date of Birth: October 5th
Practice: Bard
Ability: Siren's Song (Attracts and calms those in hearing range, may put someone into a light sleep. Those with a higher post count may resist, those with a lower it is difficult or impossible.)
Occupation: Bard/Waitress
Loyalty: Human king ~loosely~
Appearance:
Riza has chin-length black hair with a purple tint. It frames her face quite nicely and causes a sharp contrast against her violet eyes and creamy skin. She is very slender without much muscle, preferring to rely on the throws and holds she was taught by her street-rat friends. The girl is short, reaching barely to 5'2 in height.
Her clothes are usually form-fitting in the sleeve and torso and flair out at the waist and wrists. Her dresses are always long-sleeved, no matter the weather. The two pairs of shoes she owns are a pair of sturdy black flats and a pair of high-quality leather boots that reach to her knees.
Riza has few accessories, though all are constant and have meaning. The first is a long lavender cloth that serves as a shawl. This was the first thing Riza had ever been able to sew. Next, were the veil and lace necklace given to her by a group of vagabond friends. The veil was a pale purple and faded into a light shade of icy blue. The necklace was made of the same beaded lace as the strings that held the veil on. The last were three pure gold bangles on her left wrist. They were too big, leaving enough room for Riza to slip her fingers all the way in, and usually just hid under her long sleeves. They were a memento from her brother from when she left home.
All of her dresses were purple and black in color, not only because they were Riza's favorite, but because they were the colors of her chosen patrons, Seree and Tataryn.
Personality:
Riza was constantly doing things she was forbidden to, in secret more often than not, but she never seemed to get caught. She would do just about anything for an adventure and a good time, especially if it was dangerous.
Because of the plush lifestyle she had while growing up, Riza became very sarcastic, cynical, and devil-may-care. Though at the same time, she was an optimist, willing to try everything once.
She's curious as a cat and hates being stuck in one place all the time. Being a docile wife is her worst nightmare.
Loves to sing. Is calmer doing it than anything else. In fact, singing is one of the few things that can make Riza sit still.
She's very cunning and a master haggler; a trait she learned from her father. Her brother always said she could talk a man out of anything if she put her mind to it.
Riza loves people, and in turn, loves cities. If bored enough, she has been known to walk up to strangers and strike up a conversation. This makes her excellent at her job.
History:
Riza was born into a wealthy merchant family and grew up able to have anything she wanted. And she hated it. She much preferred roaming the slums of the City to etiquette lessons at home.
Her only true escape was truly an escape.
Riza's father, a respectable man named Ferrin, often took her on trips to other cities to show her how the world worked, much to the disgust of her mother. The most common destination was the Spirit of Litharia.
Every night once her father had fallen asleep, Riza would escape out the window and wander the streets. It was on one of these forbidden strolls where she met Jaime Keating, a cheery boy who lived with his sister, Briar.
The two of them had started to chat and eventually became close friends. From then on, whenever Riza came to Spirit she would visit Jaime at least once.
But Spirit wasn't the only place she wandered around. One of Riza's favorite things to do was sneak off into the slums of the City where a small gang of vagabond boys about the same age as her taught her what it was like on the streets.
They raced along low rooftops, waged mock wars, and the one thing that would have scandalized her parents, dressing in her older brother's castoffs and learning to fight.
Riza's brother, Jace, even knew of this. He didn't dare to say anything in fear of his younger sister being punished. This, among other reasons, was why he was the only one of the family Riza actually liked.
Unfortunately, this lifestyle couldn't last forever. Being the only daughter of an important family meant she would be betrothed to a man she had never met in hopes of unifying the two companies. At age 14, that's exactly what happened.
Riza was to be wed to Lars Bomin, a greasy, sleazy, drunkard from a reputable family. The wedding was scheduled for summer the next year, and Riza was terrified. Despite Jace's best protests, the wedding was confirmed.
It was at this time he decided to help Riza escape.
He gave her a reasonable sum of money, and told her to pack up, have one last night of games with her street-rat friends, and run away.
Riza packed only clothes, travel food, the money, and Chess, the Cait Sith she had befriended a few years back on one of the trips with her father.
Escaping was as easy as always. The only difference this time, was that there was no going back.
Riza ran all the way to the slums and explained what was happening to her long-time friends. They said their goodbyes and then Riza was gone, as quiet as only one with extensive experience can be.
Later that night she caught up with a group of gypsies traveling to Spirit. They agreed to help her get there in return for Riza's singing voice when they performed. A deal the girl heartily agreed to.
They gave her an enchanted flute, one that allowed Riza to use a spell she dubbed Siren's Song, and some clothes that she could use to fit in.
When they finally made it to Spirit, Riza was sad to see the gypsies go, but nonetheless excited to start a life on her own. She begged a room out of Mr. Lowell, the owner of the Night Lotus, and a man she had known for most of her life. He waved away money, telling her that if she sang for the customers and helped out in the kitchen then she was free to stay.
And so her story comes to the present.
Roleplay Sample:
Riza took a deep breath, and began to sing.
The notes shook slightly, thrumming with the soulful, upbeat melody. The words mingled with the whisper of the lotus-shaped fountain the girl sat on as the band began to play.
It was a happy tune, more or less, and the Night Lotus had never felt so alive. Couples, shifter and human alike, danced and laughed, all but filling up the tiny pavilion. Lights from the lanterns overhead illuminated the restaurant, showing the beautiful clothing and masks the dancers wore.
It was October fifth. Seree's Day. Riza's birthday. A time for dancing and cheer, regardless of your race.
Riza sang on, her nerves washing away in her happiness. The song began to pick up and the dancers switched partners. Now humans and shifters alike lost sight of their dates in the colorful swirling frenzy that was the Festival of Fate.
Then the song ended and the dancers collapsed into the chairs at the outer rim of the courtyard, laughing. On this night, it didn't matter who you were. It was a night of Fate.
Anything could happen.
