Post by Eclipsey-puu on Aug 6, 2008 0:43:47 GMT -5
//.my name
My name is Riella S E I Q Kineic
//.how it's said
( ree-EH-luh sayk kin-ayk )
//.alias
Some call me Ri-ri
(ree-ree)
//.age
I am t e n years old
//.date of birth
the third of November in 1998
//.height
I am f o u r feet
and
t w o inches
//.weight
I weigh fifty-seven pounds
//.homelands
I was born in an underground village for drows and light elves called Therinya
//.my race
s i x t y - t w o
percent drow-elf
+
t h i r t y - e i g h t
percent light-elf
//.my class
Fire-Elementalist
//.my last hope
The Fiery Demon
After Riella decides during battle combat that all hope is lost, she has only one attack left: using her Final- the best, most powerful move that she's got. Losing consciousness, her eyes begin to close as she collapses to the ground and is in the position in which she is laying on her belly. Her arms would usually be spread out, her elbows being slightly bent. Her hands and fingers would look as if she's trying to cling to the ground, but what she's really doing is feeling the connection to the hot area of the earth below the crust with the palms of her hands. Riella describes it as, "almost like a magnet". In her opponent's eyes, the sky starts to slightly darken if it's not already dark. Next, Riella's entire body starts to appear as if it's being consumed by flames. The layer of flames sticks to her as her eyes begin to glow a bright white. In this form, she could float and fly slowly a short distance above the ground. After a few seconds, she gets to her feet immediately. After she would lift her flame-covered arms slowly, the ground would shake as flames would burst out of the ground. Riella would then wave her arms to control the ground-bursting flames toward her opponent. If she had enough energy, she could fly toward the enemy and actually go through them and possibly damage their heart or soul somehow. Once her energy dies out, she transforms into her original form. The fire that stuck to her doesn't burn her, but can cause her temperature to rise. Her final takes much energy out of her. She would faint and wouldn't wake up until another couple of hours.
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//.Trapped Flames
The first thing one's eyes may be drawn to is the dark red spherical shape. This sphere may be the second most important part of my weapon if not the first. When I run with Trapped Flames or wave it around, flames appear inside the sphere. I'm not sure exactly how this happens though I do know that inside the sphere, me forcing the dagger down causes friction somehow. The faster and harder it is moved, the more flames appear inside. Just below the red sphere, is an orange grip. It's simply just a place where I can wrap my fingers around the weapon for best grip. The bottom half is the sharp metal part of the dagger.
Enchantments:
The unknown substances inside the red sphere keep it from breaking. If the rest of the dagger breaks, the sphere won't and it can still be used to control my element.
//.Consumed Shadows
A strapless, sleeveless dress-like amour. It is made out of thin bendable metal and on the inside part of it, there is cloth attached to make it more comfortable. The material it's made out of is flame-proof. It can't burn no matter what. It fits me so well, it's almost as if it was made for me even though it still fits me a bit large. I named it Consumed Shadows because on the top of the design, it's dark like "shadows". On the bottom, it looks like fire is "consuming" the shadows.
I have not discovered any enchantments. At least not yet.
//.Accessories
Spiked Headband and Collar
My spiked headband and my spiked collar help me perform my final. When I'm laying on the ground feeling for the connection to the hot area of the earth, my headband and collar help attract that "magnetic field" so that I make flames burst from the ground.
Sleeves and Paints
My sleeves and pants change temperature so that I don't overheat from the flames. If they feel that my temperature rises too much, the sleeves and pants will start to get cold. They also help a bit with the connection to the hot area of the earth.
//.Riella's Appearance
Riella's skin is as smooth as a young human. It's not pale and and light like her parents'. It has more hue and depth since she had spent more time in the sun. She doesn't wear any makeup to cover up any "imperfections" on her face. She claims she has "natural beauty" and doesn't need makeup. Her face consists of no blemishes, though she does have a rather small narrow scar just barely visible on the bottom of her left cheek. The color of her iris appears to be orange-red, inherited from both her mother and father.
Her eyelashes, that are an orange-brown color, curve upward even though she would close her eyes. Just above her eyelashes are, of course, her upper eyelids. Unusually, they have an orange tint to them. Like eyeshadow, except it's natural. And not much farther up her eyelids are her eyebrows. Different shades of orange-red, her eyebrows start out a tad thick then start to taper as well as turn a few shades lighter.
Her round curved nose softly pokes out of the hub of her face, while her thin, sweet soft pink lips are located below it. Her elven ears peek out under her thin mass of flame colored side bangs. Her orange-red hair hovers above her shoulders. On the back side of her head, her hair is shorter in length and sticks out and up like soft, unharmful spikes.
Her small neck is just strong enough to hold and support the weight of her head. Around her neck, when she wears her armor, is a dark red light-weight metal "collar". The red collar has ten darker spikes all around it and on the front of the collar there's a "v" shaped light that lights up at random times. Riella doesn't know why yet.
At first glance, the first thing one may notice about Riella would be her height. At four feet and two inches, she's short for being ten years old. Her being shorter than average was caused by genetics. Her mother and grandmother were both short.
Riella doesn't gain weight easily. She isn't scrawny, but she isn't chubby either. She hasn't yet reached puberty, so she doesn't really have "curves" yet. She is still working to make her muscles more visible.
When she isn't wearing her red armor, she's either wearing a blue spaghetti-strap top and black skinny jeans or her black nightgown.
//.personality
*texthurplz. w.i.p.*
What I Cherish. . .
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What I Condemn. . .
- Ice and very cold things
- Too bright colors that hurt my eyes
- My father
- My height
- Adults that ruin things for kids like me
- Pain
- Using my final. It's painful for me.
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For some reason, I find it hard for me to trust people. Especially those who are really older than me. . .
//.Riella's Past
This will be said in Riella's point of view.
Much has happened in my ten years. Like everyone else, there was drama and sadness. But there were joyous moments as well. Some lasting longer than others. I'll try to tell you as much as I can remember from the past. Because my aunt told me what occurred, I will start from the very beginning. . .
My mother and father were going through tough times. Two of our relatives had recently passed away, they weren't making as much money as they used to, and the two couldn't get along well for some reason.
They decided that it would make things better if they traveled to a nearby underground village ( Therinya ) and had a child.
Having the baby was a bad choice. All was fine until it was time for the child to come. Just when mother and father were finally starting to have some fun preparing for their child and all. . .
Mother couldn't make it. The pain was just too much for her. Right after her child came out, she was dead. That child was me. I killed my mother.
When father found out, he was devastated. He went straight to mother. He probably didn't even look at me or care about me at that time. . . but I do understand why.
Father never loved me. I don't think he even liked me. He would just feed me and tell me how much he missed mother. On occasion, he would take me on walks and he'd discuss everything that was wrong with me.
I remember once when I was five, I wandered to my aunt's home in the underground village without my father knowing. That's when she told me what happened before I was born. I remember screaming to her, "It was all my fault! I KILLED MY MOTHER!" Then she hugged me extra tight and said, "Always try to remember this: your mother risked her life so you could live. She told me to tell you to stay alive for her. When you reach the right age, go search for a better life."
I won't forget those words.
When I returned back home to my father, surprisingly, he was furious. I didn't think he'd care.
"Where the hell were you?" he said. "Don't you ever do that to me AGAIN."
He slapped me and pushed me so hard that I fell over. That night, I cried myself to sleep. The next day, he had me sit down in front of him. He started telling me how much he missed mother and how it was my fault she was gone. I've heard the words so many times before. . .
All of a sudden he snapped and said, "You know what? I don't care. I don't care about you. I don't care what happens to you. I don't care where you go. Leave. It doesn't matter."
I asked him, "But where do I go?"
"I DON'T CARE!"
Within that minute, I raced out of our home and to my aunt's. While I explained to her what happened, she made several faces. She shook her head and took my hand. "That's not right." she responded. "Come on, Riella. We're going back over there." When we walked back to my father's, there was nothing but argument. She slapped him and he punched her. It was not easy to watch, so I ran out of the home and waited. I didn't know what to think or do. I just sat down and weeped.
My aunt finally came out with some blood on her face. She took my hand and said to me in a shaky voice, "You don't have to worry about him anymore. He's gone."
"You killed him?!" I asked, startled.
"No, actually he killed himself."
My life felt much better without worrying about father. I was happy and proud of myself at that time. I had just turned seven and my aunt treated me so well compared to my father. She took me to several lessons to control the fire element. I had always wanted to control an element and my aunt made my wish come true.
But one day, she left to run a few errands and never came back. I waited about two days, though it seemed like forever. I decided to pack my blanket and some fruit in a small cloth bag. As I was walking out of the house, my fire element teacher ran up to me and gave me a rather large sack. "You'll need these." he told me.
I peeked inside the bag to find a strange looking dagger, as well as some attire.
"Oh. . . thank you." I replied, wiping my tears with my hand.
How did he know what I was planning on doing? Before I could ask, he was gone.
I sat down for a while and looked through the bag. A dagger, sleeves, some sort of pants, something that went on my feet, a spiked headband, a spiked collar, and armor. I put all the apparel on quickly. I looked at myself and thought that I looked exceptionally good even though the garments were a bit too big for me. I lifted the dagger with care and stared into the sphere shaped object on the top. What is this for?, I remember thinking.
I stood up. He must have given these things for a reason. Mother said that she wanted me to live. I think this is the start of my adventure.
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Above ground was a lot different from underground. First of all, it was warmer. Second of all, it was brighter. The differences didn't bother me that much. I had gotten used to using my dagger. There was a snake nearby so I stabbed it as hard as I could. I got scared when I saw this but, I noticed when I forced the dagger downward, flames started to appear inside the sphere shaped object. And when it became very hot, my sleeves and pants started to get cold, keeping me from getting too hot.
I had traveled a long way from Therinya. The area I was in was forested and was incredibly green. I've never seen so many beautiful plants. The flowers were very colorful too. I couldn't help but take my time to smell and admire their beauty.
The forest didn't stretch a long way across. After I left the forest, I walked across the top of a grassy hill. From there it looked as if it stretched yards and yards of plains. "Beautiful. . ." I remember whispering to myself.
As I trotted across the plains, I felt so free. No one else was around, no one could tell me what to do. I was free. I did cartwheels, and I rolled in the grass. I skipped and jumped. It was an amazing feeling I have never felt before. After a few hours that seemed to pass right by, the plains came to an end. Up ahead I saw a tall wooden structure. Maybe about two and a half stories high. It looked abandoned and old.
I couldn't exactly see the entrance since it was hidden by trees and I was still on top of a flat hill. The sky was starting to darken. It must have been about seven o' clock in the evening.
I walked closer to the strange building. The closer I went the more I could hear voices. I started walking faster and faster. I heard screaming and laughing then.
I was walking cautiously along the path to the building. I wasn't too far from it then. Just a few more yards. Then, I heard the sound of moving bushes and leaves rustling nearby. I slowed and as soon as I took one more step, I was attacked. Someone had ran into me from the side so fast, I had no time to react. The air had been knocked out of me. I lay on the dirt with my eyes closed. "Who are you and what are you doing on our territory?" The voice sounded not much older than my own.
"I'm sorry, I don't know what this place was. I was curious."
The human looking girl that attacked me got to her feet and stood staring at me. Just behind her, I noted another child. A young human boy who was the size of a three-year-old. As the girl that attacked me stared at me, I stared back. She was tall and thin. Her straight black hair floated just above her shoulders. The iris of her eyes glowed lime green. The strangest thing about her was that she had feathery wings that were almost as big as her. Was she really human? "So who are you?" The girl snapped.
I slowly stood up as I felt the girl's eyes watching me closely. "My name is Riella. I'm an eight year old part-drow-elf and I ran away from home to search for a better life." The girl's face seemed to soften as she relaxed. She sighed and she put her hand out, expecting me to shake it. "Welcome, Riella. We're all runaways too."
Inside the wooden building was a large amount of other homeless mutant children. They were all from the same city in which they were banished and separated from their parents. I learned that the name of the girl who attacked me was Florese. She told me everything she knew about the runaway children and how everyone was separated. There was a war coming up very soon against the children's homeland and another land that wanted it.
I was accepted by their small community. Florese shared her room with me. Her job was to guard the shelter while mine was to stay inside and be a friend.
Food was made by a couple of talented children. Children whose job was to preform for money would buy vegetables and fruit from someone who lived in the forest and only sold their goods to the shelter.
At night the shelter would come together on the first floor and tell stories about the adventures they had.
During the day, I would spend my time getting to know others. I met an eleven year old girl who was blind and another one on crutches. I discovered that the small boy I saw a month ago who was behind Florese when I first arrived was a seven-year-old genius who had cat ears and a tail.
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It sounds odd if someone says that their life with runaway children was better than with their own family, but in my case I have a reason.
A few months later the war began. Citizens from the other land surrounded the plains and the forest. The runaway shelter was in the middle of the war.
The war. The deaths. The blood. The sadness.
It all happened so fast. The whole shelter caught on fire. There were bombs everywhere. Lives were taken too quickly. Children were taken away from the shelter and put into wagons. Florese, me, and several other runaway children ran and ran from the shelter. ( I figured they couldn't fly because their wings looked broken. ) After we decided that we were far enough, we all sat down. "Riella," It was Florese. "You have to leave us. After the war, we need to find our parents. We can't be seen with someone from an outside land. The government might think we're up to something and hurt us all. Hurry and leave."
I was out of breathe. My face was dirty and tears streamed down my face non-stop. "Okay. . ." I managed to turn the ends of my mouth up and hug Florese. I won't forget the runaway children. Never.
"Oh, and Riella," it was Florese again.
I turned around.
"Good luck."
"You too."
I had to continue my search. I knew what I wanted to do already. . .
After a few days of travel, I discovered another underground village. I randomly asked someone if there were some sort of class nearby for controlling elements. I asked the right person, because they told me right where it was.
It took a while to find it, but I found it. I walked through the entrance and up to who I figured was the teacher. I discussed what I wanted to do: to learn how to control fire and fight in case I need to defend myself to stay alive. I could find a better life later when the right time came.
The teacher told me that he didn't do lessons anymore because of a lack of interest, but he did tell me that he knew of a special school for determined people like me. The Twilight Moon Academy.
I took the Academy into serious consideration. It sounded interesting. Maybe this school is for me. . .
I was enrolled into Twilight Moon Academy, what I think is the perfect place for me. . .
My home at last.
//.Portraits
Here's a picture I drew in Photoshop myself:
Eclipsey:
I'm glad I'm still able to see things in Riella's point of view since I'm two years older than her and remember how I thought at her age.
I hope whoever viewed my form enjoyed it. I spent all of my free time working hard and putting effort into it. <3
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I'm really sorry... I feel.. horrible. I wanted to prove myself a good character developer and writer. As good as a teenager.