Ri'Shei
Apr 8, 2013 13:32:22 GMT -5
Post by Quetzal on Apr 8, 2013 13:32:22 GMT -5
Full Name: Ri'Shei
Other name:
Race: Spartan
Side: Empire
Birthplace: Hadarac Desert
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Birthday: 19th August
Eyes: Golden
Hair: Very dark brown, almost black, straight, shoulder length.
Weight: 71kg
Height: 7'3"
Magic User: Yes
Preferred Weapon(s): Two thin, light, slender swords which, owing to their shape, are very fast to move. She uses quick flurries of attacks, and will use them together to parry hits.
Appearance: The most striking thing about Ri-Shei's appearance is her height. Towering over even tall men, as a member of the spartan race of which most members are of heights comparable to those of kull, she is naturally very tall. Among her own race, she is not especially tall, so she likes being so much taller than everyone else. The structure of her muscles are unlike those of a kull, however, being designed more for speed and agility than brute force. This gives her some of the speed and grace of an elf. Her height limits this, making her sturdier and heavier on her feet than an elf.
Ri'Shei's golden eyes stand out dramatically against her very dark skin, drawing attention to her powerful glare. Her ears are pointed, but more to the extend of those of a human Rider than those of an elf. In hot places such as the desert, she will wear a hood of a thin material over her head, but since leaving the desert, she has had little need to protect herself from the Sun, being naturally resilient to it after the time spent in the desert. This resilience to heat and the Sun makes her suffer more in the cold.
Preferring to dress in the traditional garb of her people, Ri'Shei is normally seen to be wearing long flowing togas of thin material (think a cross between the ancient Romans and ancient Egyptians), mostly cream in colour with some muted reds, greens and golds edging them as decoration. She wears loose leather sandals on her feet. In very cold weather, she will wear togas of thicker material.
Personality: Ri'Shei has a very strong personality, her stubbornness and determination defining her for the most part. If she wants something, she will have her way. She knows she can be intimidating due to her height and striking eyes, and isn't afraid to look even her superiors in the eye if she disagrees with them. When her mind is set on something, there's very little anyone can do to change it, and her determination usually wins her way. This makes her seem a fiery and angry person. She is, to some extent, but most of the time she remains perfectly calm inside, knowing that sometimes appearing completely calm and relaxed in desperate situations can be very off-putting for foes.
Ri'Shei's stubborn side does often grant her enemies, but it has earned her some respect in the Empire, mostly through fear. There are some people she herself respects enough to obey. Galbatorix, of course, is one, as well as his highest ranking generals. Some more experienced Dragon Riders, too; basically, anyone higher enough in status to get her into serious trouble, or powerful enough to do serious harm to her themselves.
Seeing the Varden as cowards, Ri'Shei supports the Empire as she sees control over the people as necessary. She herself does not know much about how the general population feel towards the Empire, as she with the rest of her race kept to the Hadarac Desert until recently. The Empire seemed like the safest option to her, so of course she would take it. She can be quite selfish in that sense, not really acknowledging when other people may be suffering so long as it doesn't affect her.
Despite this selfishness, stubbornness, arrogance and serious nature, Ri'Shei can relax and have normal conversations among friends. Becoming a friend can be difficult as she is suspicious of everyone, but most of the members of the Empire she sees as safe to talk to since they must have sworn their allegiance. When talking to friends informally, she can be fairly normal, although somewhat toughened.
--->Likes: Order, safety, respect
--->Dislikes: Weakness, people disagreeing with her
--->Strengths: Fast attacks, close-range combat spells and illusions using magic
--->Weakness: Stubborn, impatient and as a spartan, vulnerable to poison
Family: Ro'Dhizo - Father
Maikhala - Mother
History: Ri'Shei was born into a small tribe of spartan nomads deep within the Hadarc desert. The spartans were few an a peaceful people, and so her travelling village stayed within the desert where few other people would venture. They knew the land well, hopping from oasis to oasis and finding places where tough dry grass grew to feed their livestock with. This was all very well, but Ri'Shei grew bored. She liked that everything had a structure to it, everything worked out and they were a friendly community, but there was no adventure. True, the journies were tough, but they weren't filled with excitement; days of watching endless sand move past while trying not to die of dehydration or overheating weren't her idea of fun. She didn't know much about the world outside the desert, though, her people being created there a hundred years ago and not leaving since. They hadn't heard of the wiping out of the last Riders, the rise of the Empire, an the Rider's return.
So Ri'Shei grew up an average spartan, learning the ways of her people. Like all her peers, she learned to navigate by the stars, find food and water when it looked like there was none, and the art of quick and agile combat, the aim being to spend as little time as possible fighting and so minimize the risk to herself. There was one thing she didn't learn, however; patience.
At the age of 18, Ri'Shei's village heard word from another group of nomads that there were Riders about who were happily causing panic and destruction. This was meant as a word of warning. The villages knew of the Forsworn, but it had been so long since anyone had heard news from outside the desert they did not know if this was the same Forsworn or some new terrible Riders. After a brief stir of excitement, nothing happened, and Ri'Shei's life returned to its normal monotonous struggle. That is, until a year and a half later.
The village had settled down for a while, the transportable huts arranged higgledy-piggledy on the hard dry earth. Tough thorny plants grew, on which their hardy cattle and camels were feasting. The villagers were either working with their livestock, making or repairing something for their families, or huddled around the fire in the centre of the village. A large pot was boiling to feed everyone, and they would be grateful for the warmth of the fire when the cold desert night set in. Ri'Shei hungrily awaited the food, only half-listening to someone telling the group yet again about how another village of spartans had recently fled to join some group of rebels after an attack by a group of mysterious soldiers. The sky was beginning to turn golden; night would fall in about an hour.
A loud warning trumpet sounded from an outlying hut. Children panicked, parents taking them inside huts and standing guard outside together. The spartans did not give the role of the warrior to men alone, seeing women just as capable of fighting as men. Ri'Shei saw her own parents hurrying towards her as she jumped instantly to her feet at the sound of the trumpet, ready and excited to fight. "Ri'Shei, get inside. Now." her father said sternly.
She looked up at him stubbornly. "No. I'm 19, dad. I can fight. We're going to need all the help we can get to protect ourselves." she pointed out, looking around her. The number of adults capable of fighting was few, and they had not fought in... well, ever. Her mother opened her mouth to object, but her father shook his head. "What you say makes sense. You'd better not get yourself killed, Ri'Shei." he told the young spartan. She gave him a determined smile. "Now, you go stay here, we need a defence to fall back on. I'll take a few others and head to the front of the conflict," he told her, taking her mothers' hand and running off.
Ri'Shei was left by the fire with about thirteen or fourteen adults. She could hear the feet of their enemy marching. Drawing her swords, she heard conflict begin. For a while she stood there, scared yet excited that something was actually happening. The array of swords, shield, two-handed broadswords, warhammers and bows around her made her feel safer. A village member appeared, retreating through the huts, pursued by an Empire soldier.
And so Ri'Shei saw the first non-spartan in her life. At first, she was shocked; she knew this must be a human, and that they were smaller than the spartans, but this was a full-grown adult man and he was a least a foot shorter than her! That made her much more comfortable. Maybe this wouldn't be so hard after all, although she wasn't about to let her guard down. More soldiers streamed into the area, and the spartans tensed to meet them. Arrows loosed. Soldiers fell. Others replaced them. They reached the group of spartans, and Ri'Shei's fight began.
She sliced at a soldier's belly, but he jumped back, countering with a slower strike which she parried with her left blade while plunging her right into his chest. Another soldier had started swinging his sword at her outstretched right arm, so she quickly deflected it with her left, pulled her right out the dead soldier and jumped back. So the fighting continued until the sky was fittingly red as the sun sunk lower. The spartans were tired and outnumbered. There wasn't much they could do.
All of a sudden, the soldiers stopped their attack and withdrew, forming a circle around the majority of the spartans whom they had managed to shepherd to the centre of the village. The commander spoke to them. "Enough fighting! A year and a half ago, we learned of your race by a chance encounter from one of our Riders. Since then, we have searched for such a strange people; mix of all the races, we heard. They were right. You may have heard another of your villages was attacked; they fled for the Varden," he spat the word, although none of them had heard it before, "You will not do so. You will serve the mighty Empire!" he did not realize this, but a number of the parents guarding their children in the huts had begun to flee, taking a few possessions and checking the huts for other families before leaving as one large group. They could navigate easily, they would be able to find another village before they ran out of supplies.
Ri'Shei was growing impatient with the invaders. "How come you had to force us to serve you, hm? Thought we wouldn't like you if you just asked, did you?" she answered back. She noticed her parents nearby look worriedly at her and felt a pang of guilt. The soldiers laughed.
"I am asking you, don't you see? You just had the nerve to attack us, and we're not cowards. We fight back if someone threatens us, just as I see you do, girl. Well? Now you've been so kind as to stop fighting just for a moment and actually listened to us, would you care to join our cause, girl?" the commander said, moving to stand right in front of her. He held out a hand. Ri'Shei looked at him with suspicion. "What's in it for us?"
"Power, riches, excitement, adventure... you don't have to come, of course, but I'll explain everything on the way." he smiled. Ri'Shei desperately wanted a change, and she could always say no once he'd explained... she shook his hand. As he led her away, the soldiers began to grab other members of the village. Angrily, Ri'Shei stopped, turned round and shouted "Thrysta!", forcing them to the ground and allowing her village time to flee. The commander looked at her in shock. "I said I would go, but I didn't say they would." she said angrily. The commander shook his head, smiling. This new race were mages, too... it was good they'd at least managed to get just one on board.
Ri'Shei arrived at Uru'baen, and swore her allegiance to Galbatorix in the Ancient Language. For the next six months, she had a crash course in the land of Alagaesia and everything that happened since the spartan race had been created in the desert a century ago. She also trained with the Empire soldiers, ready to fight for the Empire if need be.
Password: Witch of Teirm
Other name:
Race: Spartan
Side: Empire
Birthplace: Hadarac Desert
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Birthday: 19th August
Eyes: Golden
Hair: Very dark brown, almost black, straight, shoulder length.
Weight: 71kg
Height: 7'3"
Magic User: Yes
Preferred Weapon(s): Two thin, light, slender swords which, owing to their shape, are very fast to move. She uses quick flurries of attacks, and will use them together to parry hits.
Appearance: The most striking thing about Ri-Shei's appearance is her height. Towering over even tall men, as a member of the spartan race of which most members are of heights comparable to those of kull, she is naturally very tall. Among her own race, she is not especially tall, so she likes being so much taller than everyone else. The structure of her muscles are unlike those of a kull, however, being designed more for speed and agility than brute force. This gives her some of the speed and grace of an elf. Her height limits this, making her sturdier and heavier on her feet than an elf.
Ri'Shei's golden eyes stand out dramatically against her very dark skin, drawing attention to her powerful glare. Her ears are pointed, but more to the extend of those of a human Rider than those of an elf. In hot places such as the desert, she will wear a hood of a thin material over her head, but since leaving the desert, she has had little need to protect herself from the Sun, being naturally resilient to it after the time spent in the desert. This resilience to heat and the Sun makes her suffer more in the cold.
Preferring to dress in the traditional garb of her people, Ri'Shei is normally seen to be wearing long flowing togas of thin material (think a cross between the ancient Romans and ancient Egyptians), mostly cream in colour with some muted reds, greens and golds edging them as decoration. She wears loose leather sandals on her feet. In very cold weather, she will wear togas of thicker material.
Personality: Ri'Shei has a very strong personality, her stubbornness and determination defining her for the most part. If she wants something, she will have her way. She knows she can be intimidating due to her height and striking eyes, and isn't afraid to look even her superiors in the eye if she disagrees with them. When her mind is set on something, there's very little anyone can do to change it, and her determination usually wins her way. This makes her seem a fiery and angry person. She is, to some extent, but most of the time she remains perfectly calm inside, knowing that sometimes appearing completely calm and relaxed in desperate situations can be very off-putting for foes.
Ri'Shei's stubborn side does often grant her enemies, but it has earned her some respect in the Empire, mostly through fear. There are some people she herself respects enough to obey. Galbatorix, of course, is one, as well as his highest ranking generals. Some more experienced Dragon Riders, too; basically, anyone higher enough in status to get her into serious trouble, or powerful enough to do serious harm to her themselves.
Seeing the Varden as cowards, Ri'Shei supports the Empire as she sees control over the people as necessary. She herself does not know much about how the general population feel towards the Empire, as she with the rest of her race kept to the Hadarac Desert until recently. The Empire seemed like the safest option to her, so of course she would take it. She can be quite selfish in that sense, not really acknowledging when other people may be suffering so long as it doesn't affect her.
Despite this selfishness, stubbornness, arrogance and serious nature, Ri'Shei can relax and have normal conversations among friends. Becoming a friend can be difficult as she is suspicious of everyone, but most of the members of the Empire she sees as safe to talk to since they must have sworn their allegiance. When talking to friends informally, she can be fairly normal, although somewhat toughened.
--->Likes: Order, safety, respect
--->Dislikes: Weakness, people disagreeing with her
--->Strengths: Fast attacks, close-range combat spells and illusions using magic
--->Weakness: Stubborn, impatient and as a spartan, vulnerable to poison
Family: Ro'Dhizo - Father
Maikhala - Mother
History: Ri'Shei was born into a small tribe of spartan nomads deep within the Hadarc desert. The spartans were few an a peaceful people, and so her travelling village stayed within the desert where few other people would venture. They knew the land well, hopping from oasis to oasis and finding places where tough dry grass grew to feed their livestock with. This was all very well, but Ri'Shei grew bored. She liked that everything had a structure to it, everything worked out and they were a friendly community, but there was no adventure. True, the journies were tough, but they weren't filled with excitement; days of watching endless sand move past while trying not to die of dehydration or overheating weren't her idea of fun. She didn't know much about the world outside the desert, though, her people being created there a hundred years ago and not leaving since. They hadn't heard of the wiping out of the last Riders, the rise of the Empire, an the Rider's return.
So Ri'Shei grew up an average spartan, learning the ways of her people. Like all her peers, she learned to navigate by the stars, find food and water when it looked like there was none, and the art of quick and agile combat, the aim being to spend as little time as possible fighting and so minimize the risk to herself. There was one thing she didn't learn, however; patience.
At the age of 18, Ri'Shei's village heard word from another group of nomads that there were Riders about who were happily causing panic and destruction. This was meant as a word of warning. The villages knew of the Forsworn, but it had been so long since anyone had heard news from outside the desert they did not know if this was the same Forsworn or some new terrible Riders. After a brief stir of excitement, nothing happened, and Ri'Shei's life returned to its normal monotonous struggle. That is, until a year and a half later.
The village had settled down for a while, the transportable huts arranged higgledy-piggledy on the hard dry earth. Tough thorny plants grew, on which their hardy cattle and camels were feasting. The villagers were either working with their livestock, making or repairing something for their families, or huddled around the fire in the centre of the village. A large pot was boiling to feed everyone, and they would be grateful for the warmth of the fire when the cold desert night set in. Ri'Shei hungrily awaited the food, only half-listening to someone telling the group yet again about how another village of spartans had recently fled to join some group of rebels after an attack by a group of mysterious soldiers. The sky was beginning to turn golden; night would fall in about an hour.
A loud warning trumpet sounded from an outlying hut. Children panicked, parents taking them inside huts and standing guard outside together. The spartans did not give the role of the warrior to men alone, seeing women just as capable of fighting as men. Ri'Shei saw her own parents hurrying towards her as she jumped instantly to her feet at the sound of the trumpet, ready and excited to fight. "Ri'Shei, get inside. Now." her father said sternly.
She looked up at him stubbornly. "No. I'm 19, dad. I can fight. We're going to need all the help we can get to protect ourselves." she pointed out, looking around her. The number of adults capable of fighting was few, and they had not fought in... well, ever. Her mother opened her mouth to object, but her father shook his head. "What you say makes sense. You'd better not get yourself killed, Ri'Shei." he told the young spartan. She gave him a determined smile. "Now, you go stay here, we need a defence to fall back on. I'll take a few others and head to the front of the conflict," he told her, taking her mothers' hand and running off.
Ri'Shei was left by the fire with about thirteen or fourteen adults. She could hear the feet of their enemy marching. Drawing her swords, she heard conflict begin. For a while she stood there, scared yet excited that something was actually happening. The array of swords, shield, two-handed broadswords, warhammers and bows around her made her feel safer. A village member appeared, retreating through the huts, pursued by an Empire soldier.
And so Ri'Shei saw the first non-spartan in her life. At first, she was shocked; she knew this must be a human, and that they were smaller than the spartans, but this was a full-grown adult man and he was a least a foot shorter than her! That made her much more comfortable. Maybe this wouldn't be so hard after all, although she wasn't about to let her guard down. More soldiers streamed into the area, and the spartans tensed to meet them. Arrows loosed. Soldiers fell. Others replaced them. They reached the group of spartans, and Ri'Shei's fight began.
She sliced at a soldier's belly, but he jumped back, countering with a slower strike which she parried with her left blade while plunging her right into his chest. Another soldier had started swinging his sword at her outstretched right arm, so she quickly deflected it with her left, pulled her right out the dead soldier and jumped back. So the fighting continued until the sky was fittingly red as the sun sunk lower. The spartans were tired and outnumbered. There wasn't much they could do.
All of a sudden, the soldiers stopped their attack and withdrew, forming a circle around the majority of the spartans whom they had managed to shepherd to the centre of the village. The commander spoke to them. "Enough fighting! A year and a half ago, we learned of your race by a chance encounter from one of our Riders. Since then, we have searched for such a strange people; mix of all the races, we heard. They were right. You may have heard another of your villages was attacked; they fled for the Varden," he spat the word, although none of them had heard it before, "You will not do so. You will serve the mighty Empire!" he did not realize this, but a number of the parents guarding their children in the huts had begun to flee, taking a few possessions and checking the huts for other families before leaving as one large group. They could navigate easily, they would be able to find another village before they ran out of supplies.
Ri'Shei was growing impatient with the invaders. "How come you had to force us to serve you, hm? Thought we wouldn't like you if you just asked, did you?" she answered back. She noticed her parents nearby look worriedly at her and felt a pang of guilt. The soldiers laughed.
"I am asking you, don't you see? You just had the nerve to attack us, and we're not cowards. We fight back if someone threatens us, just as I see you do, girl. Well? Now you've been so kind as to stop fighting just for a moment and actually listened to us, would you care to join our cause, girl?" the commander said, moving to stand right in front of her. He held out a hand. Ri'Shei looked at him with suspicion. "What's in it for us?"
"Power, riches, excitement, adventure... you don't have to come, of course, but I'll explain everything on the way." he smiled. Ri'Shei desperately wanted a change, and she could always say no once he'd explained... she shook his hand. As he led her away, the soldiers began to grab other members of the village. Angrily, Ri'Shei stopped, turned round and shouted "Thrysta!", forcing them to the ground and allowing her village time to flee. The commander looked at her in shock. "I said I would go, but I didn't say they would." she said angrily. The commander shook his head, smiling. This new race were mages, too... it was good they'd at least managed to get just one on board.
Ri'Shei arrived at Uru'baen, and swore her allegiance to Galbatorix in the Ancient Language. For the next six months, she had a crash course in the land of Alagaesia and everything that happened since the spartan race had been created in the desert a century ago. She also trained with the Empire soldiers, ready to fight for the Empire if need be.
Password: Witch of Teirm
