█*CURRENT TEAM ▬ Team DARK █*PARTNER(S) ▬ Azura Knight, Adam Argent, Cecil Roydan █NICKNAME(S) ▬ Rid █OCCUPATION ▬ N/A
██ ╫ A F F E C T A T I O N ╫
█HEIGHT ▬ 5' 4" █WEIGHT ▬ 121 lbs █HAIR ▬ Dark Brown, nearly black, falling to her hips █CLOTHING ▬ Usual battle attire: She usually dresses mostly in black with gold accents, even for casual occasions. She can almost always be found on her trusty black boots. She tends to stick to long sleeves or long gloves to hide her scars. █ACCESSORIES ▬ A locket that use to belong to her mother, she usually keeps it tucked beneath her clothes. █EYES ▬ Gold █BUILD ▬ Supple and graceful, but still fit. She's not quite as fragile as she looks. █TATTOOS ▬ N/A █SCARS ▬ Three, thick, raised and jagged lines that run diagonally across her torso. One, long raised line vertically up each wrist. █MARKINGS/FAUNUS TRAITS ▬ N/A
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█NATURAL ABILITIES █Primary Talent ▬ Creative fighting style and maneuvers that allow her to hold her own against much larger or stronger opponents. █Faunus Trait/Bonus Talent ▬ Ambidextrous: Her right and left hands/arms have equal strength and dexterity giving her an advantage with dual weapons. █Other Talents ▬ Ridley is a quick and resourceful thinker who often sees solutions to problems that most people wouldn't which aids her immensely when precarious situations arise. She is also defiant, which helps her to keep a brave face and hold her ground even when the odds are stacked against her. █LEARNT ABILITIES █Strongest Skill ▬ Due to her past and her semblance, she has an astonishingly high pain tolerance. █Weakest Skill ▬ Ridley has a tendency to let her emotions get the better of her at times. While she is usually tactical and strategic, if she is pushed past a breaking point, she tends to act on those raw emotions rather than thought or strategy. This often causes her to be reckless and gets her into dangerous situations. She doesn't fear pain and will often push herself past dangerous limits, simply because her injuries don't bother her. The girl is also a bit of an adrenaline junkie and will leap into danger simply for the thrill of it. Ridley isn't always good at relying on others. She has a my burden, my responsibility mentality, which often leads her to face obstacles on her own rather than asking for help. █Other Skills ▬ Growing up on a farm and spending most of her time in the nearby forest, Ridley is well-versed in survival skills. Despite her smaller stature, the girl is surprisingly strong. Multitasking: she is able to divide her attention on multiple tasks or targets.
█LIKES █ ▬ Reading, writing, drawing. █ ▬ Intelligence, humor, skill. █ ▬ Pineapple, strawberries. █ ▬ Books, art supplies, her weapon. █ ▬ Foxes █DISLIKES █ ▬ Arrogance, disrespect, dishonesty. █ ▬ Coffee █ ▬ The smell of smoke and liquer █ ▬ Not actually an animal... but... spiders? █ ▬ Ridley's has several different fears, one of those being that she is claustrophobic. Tight spaces or even being confined in anyway sends her into a full-blown panic attack. She fears that her uncontrollable emotions and recklessness will hurt someone she cares about. She hates to admit it, but she also ears her father and her brother. █PERSONALITY TRAITS █Nature ▬ Sane and stable, if not a bit fiery and spirited at times. She can also be a bit closed off, at least when it comes to her past. She has been broken and while she has picked up the pieces and put them back together to the best of her ability, some wounds don't heal. Not entirely. She is quick to brush aside concern and to make jokes about her pain be it physical or mental. She has a hard time talking about her feelings, so its often easier to joke and pretend it doesn't bother her. She struggles to express her feelings, because often times its too hard for her to face them herself. Its easier for her to simply be angry, even if there is more to her emotions than that. She has a fiery temper and while she has found ways to control it... to a certain extent, she will explode if she is pushed. █Vernacular ▬ Ridley's speech patterns are fairly normal but tainted with a bit of sarcasm as well as witty quips and comments. █Positive Traits ▬ Independent, determined, loyal, passionate, sincere, playful. █Negative Traits ▬ Hot-headed, ridiculously stubborn, reckless.
██ ╫ H I S T O R Y ╫
█BACKGROUND ▬ Ridley was born in a small little town on the borders of Vale. She grew up on a farm, edging the forest. Her parents were not hunters or huntresses. They were not great, grand, or powerful. They were never seeking glory. In fact, most months they barely made enough to make ends meet. They were just simple folk who wished to live a simple, happy life. They tended to their crops and gardens. They took care of the animals and livestock. They raised three children, Ridley being the middle child. Ridley had an older brother, Zander, as well as a younger sister, Ayven. Even from a young age it was clear they were all very different. Zander was every bit as charming as he was cunning. He used that charm to hide the darkness that lurked inside of him. More than once that devilish grin had gotten him out of trouble. Ridley saw right through it, but she seemed to be the only one. Ridley carried all her flaws on her sleeve for the world to see, Zander hid is behind a pretty face. Ridley was rambunctious and wild, defiant and hot-headed. She was reckless and didn't care what others thought, so she never tied to hide it. Zander is sneakier when it came to his misdeeds, and while his were far darker than Ridley's, he never seemed to get caught. Ridley gave up trying to tell on him as a small child, because somehow he always seemed to turn it around on her. Even when she was the one that came out of it bruised or bleeding. Even more different than Zander, or Ridley, was sweet little Ayven. She was the youngest and surely the quietest. Zander was dark and devious, a slippery snake. Ridley was loud and vibrant, as stubborn as they come. Their smallest sister was tender and caring, as gentle as she was kind. In Ridley's eyes, she was the best of them all, and she cherished her memory in her heart.
Growing up, Ridley was a bit of a rambunctious child, always running, climbing trees, getting into dangerous reckless situations. Her parents scolded her, lectured her, did their best to keep her in line... but there was no taming the beast that was Ridley. Her spirt was too wild to be broken. It was a trait her parents despised, but one her mother's brother, a hunter, did nothing but encourage. He always saw the fire in Ridley and rather than try to put out the flames with water, he doused them with gasoline. He always told her that she should never try and hide or lock it away that passion. Ridley's father didn't approve of this, and as such did everything to keep his brother-in-law away from his daughter, to Ridley's dismay. Despite her father's efforts, the two always found away. Ridley would sneak into the forest that lay on the outskirts of their property, easily finding the dirt path that lead to his dingy cabin. It was there that some of her happiest childhood memories were made. Her he nurtured her dream to follow in his footsteps and become a huntress. Here she watched him, gold eyes bright with glee as he carved her a wooden sword from an old piece of timber. Here he spared with her, teaching her the ways of the sword as well as hand to hand combat. Here she was not only free to be herself, but encouraged too. Eventually she graduated from a wooden sword to a real one, and though it was small, she cherished it. She spent every moment that she could at her uncle's cabin, often sneaking off as soon as she'd finished her chores and not returning until it was time for dinner. When her little sister was old enough to walk, Ridley toted her along on her back. Her parents were often busy and she didn't trust the tiny girl alone with Zander. He would either taint her gentle spirit, or torment her the same way he had her. Uncle Rev never minded, and Ayven seemed content at the cabin as well. She would dance among the flowers or watch in suspense as her sister and uncle spared. Before they headed back home, her uncle would always appease the small child, picking an apple from the tree and telling her a story while she sat on his knee. Ridley would listen from afar, while going through whatever stances and moves Rev had taught her that day.
When Ridley was twelve, her mother fell ill. That was the point her life really took the turn for the worst. Her mother may have never been fond of her wild nature, but she had never loved the girl any less for it. The doctor's did everything that they could, but her health continued to decline. Ridley remembered watching helplessly as she withered away. Strong arms became fragile, breakable. Pale locks became dull as they lost their golden luster. Amber eyes became somber, lusterless. Medicine kept her heart beating howeverfaintly, her blood pumping, however weakly. Yet, that was all it didn't. It couldn't bring back the strong, beautiful woman that was her mother. It couldn't keep her from passing, it couldn't keep her from passing... it could only delay the process and they just didn't have the money to pay for the high-tech solutions could possibly keep her alive just a little bit longer. Even if they could... was that a life worth living? Was it selfish to wish for? It was hard on Ridley, but even harder on Ayven. Ridley had a suspicion that Zander couldn't have possibly cared less. Her mother's passing was quiet possibly the hardest on her father. He had lost the love of his life, his universe and that slowly started taking a toll on him. He blamed himself for not having the money to keep her alive. He blamed the doctor's for not being able to do more. He blamed the world for taking her for him. The world that had once been a bright and happy place had become dark and solemn and not even his children were enough to pull him away from the void. The depression, with the added aid of alcohol, slowly started to rot his mind. Ridley watched him steadily decline. It started with him drawing away from his children, his responsibility, everything. He became a recluse. He never left the house, not even to tend to the crops or the animals. That put a lot of weight on Ridley's shoulder's. Zander hadn't stuck around to watch their father decay, and it wasn't because he couldn't stand too see it. He just didn't care. So he abandoned his home, his family, and never looked back. He left it all to Ridley, because Ayven swas much too young to help much... and even if she were bigger, stronger, Ridley wouldn't want the weight of this to fall on her. This was her burden, her responsibility. Even so, there was too much work for Ridley to do on her own. Crops withered and died. She was forced to sell some of their livestock, not able to tend to tend to them or feed them on her own. Not to mention, their own food supply was growing rather sparse. Even if she had been willing to ask for help, there was no one that could have. Her uncle had taken a quest a couple months prior and still hadn't returned. It wasn't uncommon for the man to be gone for lengthy amounts of time, but it left Ridley alone with no idea of when he would return.
Meanwhile, her father's state worsened even still, turning into tantrums in which he would scream and yell, stomping about the house. The screaming turned to throwing and smashing things. A once quiet, cozy home had become a nightmare. Pictures had been knocked off the walls, frames shattered on the floor. Tables and chairs were busted, laying in slivered wrecks upon the ground. The hearth had grown cold, the lights dim. It was a dark and rancid place and the violence only grew worse. Ridley will never forget the first time he hit her, a crisp slap, right across the face. She remembered the way her heart broke, falling into shattered pieces within her chest. She remembered the way her whole body went cold, like she'd never feel the warmth of the sun again. She remembered the way her face burned, such a stark contrast to the rest of her body. She remembered the way the salty tears stung her eyes in a futile attempt to keep them from falling. In the end they splashed down her cheeks and dripped off her chin. She remembered the dark bruise that formed across her cheek, and Ayven's worried eyes the next morning. The abuse only got worse from there. Ridley managed to shield her younger sister from it, but the bruises were getting significantly harder to hide. Along with the physical abuse, other sorts of assault had developed. It all escalated one night, shortly after Ridley turned fourteen. It's a night that was engraved in the girl's mind forever. In a drunken rage one night, her father beat her. This was normal, a weekly occurrence. However, it didn't stop there. Normally he left her, trembling on the ground. Sinking into his stained chair with a groan, bottle of vodka pressed to his lips. That's how she knew it was over, knew that he would sit there and waste away for days before he had the energy or strength to hurt her again. That night was different, and she saw it in his face, in the cruel twist of his mouth and the twisted gleam in his eyes, such a dark shade of blue they were nearly black. He grabbed her by the hair, fingers twisting roughly into her dark locks. She screamed as he yanked and pulled, never giving her a chance to get to her feet as he drug up the stairs and into her room, locking the door behind him.
Needless to say, there had been a lot of negative energy in that house, which all grew to a climax that night. Nearby villages had been getting attacked by the grimm for weeks, and that night the fear and terror drew the creatures to their farm. The Beowolf tore through their home like it was nothing more than a house of cards. Her younger sister was alone and defenseless. Ridley had left her alone, hid her behind the couch for her own safety. She'd been trying to protect her from the monster their father had become, she wasn't there to protect her from the grimm, something that haunted her thoughts to this day. The couch couldn't hide the small girl's fear and she was the first to fall that night. The beowolf ripped through her tender flesh, leaving a bloodied corpse in its wake before making its way up to Ridley's bedroom, tearing through her door like a sheet. It tore her father to bits before he could finish his horrid act, and then it focused it's sights on her. Scared, broken, injured, and utterly alone. It swung its claws over her, slashing three long ribbons of scarlet across her torso. She remembers the pain vividly, searing, agonizing. She remembers the feeling of her blood, thick, warm, and sticky, soaking through her clothes and onto her sheets. She remembers the way her head started to spin and the darkness that creeped at the edge of her vision. She remembers the heaviness, the sleepiness, that came over her, lulling her to close her eyes, knowing that if she did they might not ever open again. She remembers with vivid clarity, that certainty that she was going to die. She remembered how cold, how empty it made her feel. She was going to die. Just like her mother. Her sister. Her father. Ridley closed her eyes, accepting her fate and awaiting the end. She didn't have the strength, nor the will to fight this. She remembered the gentle hands that scooped her up. She remembered thinking how odd, how tender death was... but then there was warmth, she could feel it radiating from beneath her cold, frail form. She remembered how terrified she was, but equally curious. When she peeked open those golden orbs, it was her uncle that was standing before her, Grimm sliced to ribbons. His haggard face was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. In that moment, he was her savior.
Ridley struggled for several months after that. It took her over a month to heal, resting upon a bed in her uncle's cabin. He hardly left her side, only venturing out when he absolutely had too. When there wasn't a single grain of food left, when Ridley needed more bandages or antiseptic. She went through her stages of denial, depression, self-blame. Her body still felt cold, caused by the absence of her little sister. She should have died, not Ayven. Her soul was much too precious, much too pure. The world had become a darker place when her life had been snuffed out, Ridley was sure of it. Just her name... it made the broken pieces of her heart shutter and throb in its lonely cavity. She should have been stronger. She should have done more. There was one night that she just couldn't take it anymore. She couldn't take the pain, the guilt. She couldn't take the disgust, at herself, at her father, at this world. She just couldn't. Not anymore. She was broken beyond repair. So she tried to end it all herself, stumbling from her bed to the kitchen, taking hold of the first knife she saw. Her hands trembled as she held it, knuckles growing white as she tried to steady herself. The crudely carved the blade up her wrists, the sight of her own blood not even phasing her. She let the knife clatter to the floor and then she stood there, trembling, until she couldn't stand any longer. Once again she found herself grasping at the threads of life and once again her uncle found her just in time. He nursed her back to health once more and kept a closer eye on her from that point. Once she was healthy, he started training her, like he had her entire life. He even passed on his weapon, Veribus, to her. That seemed to help pull her out of her stupor. She focused all of her energy on training, and she excelled. As time grew on, the burden she carried became easier, lighter. She knew it was a scare that would never fade, but thanks to her uncle, she was learning to cope with it. She was growing stronger, louder once more. The fire had returned to her eyes and a renewed aspiration for life to her heart. With her uncle's help, she enrolled to signal and after passing with flying colors, enrolled at Beacon. Now, once again, it is her life goal to become a Huntress and a good one at that.
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█PRIMARY WEAPON █ ▬ Veribus █ ▬ Ridley wields dual swords that she can transform into dual pistols for a ranged form. █Melee Form ▬ Dual Swords Each sword is 24 inches long, giving her a substantial reach without becoming unbalanced. Crafted to perfection, each blade is made of a mix of metals, keeping it light without sacrificing its durability. She is able to attack dust vials to the hilt of each sword to enhance a strike with the selected dusts abilities that she may use three times before replacing the dust. █Ranged Form ▬ Dual Pistols Each pistol shoots 40 caliber rounds, capable of holding 12 in each magazine, 13 if one is in the chamber. She can also trade out her normal bullets for dust rounds instead if she chooses. They are accurate up to 30 yards. █Other Form(s) ▬ N/A █Ammo Type ▬ Physical █ ▬ While wielding two weapons come with certain advantages, there is also the fact that it occupies both of her hands which limits her in other movements and defenses. With her arms full, she has to rely on her legs a lot to make up up for it. If she looses her balance, she is forced to drop a weapon or take the fall. If she can't stop a blow with her blades, she has no other form of defense. If she looses one of her weapons in battle, it impacts her fighting style.
█OTHER WEAPONS █ ▬ Large hunting knife: 12 inches in length █ ▬ 3 small daggers: 6 inches in length █ ▬ █ITEMS █ ▬ Dust Vials █ ▬ Extra ammunition: 6 mags, 12 bullets each █ ▬
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█*NAME ▬ Crutiatus █*AURA COLOR ▬ Gold █*DESCRIPTION █ ▬ Ridley's semblance gives her the ability to hack into one's nervous system and inflict any amount or type of pain that she herself has felt both past and presently. In order to do this, she must make contact with the target first, however briefly. When making contact, she marks them with her aura and uses that to then infiltrate their nervous system. The semblance does not physically hurt the target and won't leave any lasting affects. Once the semblance wears off, the target will return to normal. She can combine three different types of pain while her semblence is active, but once she chooses one, she cannot change it. If she looses focus, he pain level will waver and might not effect the target quite as strongly. That being said, if someone were to want to break her effects on them, it would be as simple as breaking her focus. █Level Zero ▬ Ridley is able to use her semblance either at full capacity on one target for three posts or on two targets at a half-strength for three posts. Targets must be within 15 feet of her. Using her semblance is still very draining on her and if she pushes it too far it will often backlash and she will feel the effects of it herself. She needs a seven post cool down before using her semblance again. (0-99 posts) █Level One ▬ Ridley is able to use her semblance either at full capacity on two targets for five posts or on four targets at half strength for five posts. Targets must be with in 30 feet of her. Using her semblance is slightly less draining, but she still has to be careful to not push past her breaking point or risk feeling the effects herself. She needs a seven post cool down before using her semblance again.(100-199 posts) █Level Two ▬ Ridley is able to use her semblance either at full capacity on three targets for six posts or on six targets at half capacity for six posts. Targets must be with in 40 feet of her. Her semblance is now significantly less draining and she is more familiar with her limits, even so there are still consequences if she attempts to push past those limits. She needs a six post cool down before using her semblance again. (200-299) █Level Three ▬ Ridley is able to use her semblance either at full capacity on four targets for eight posts or on eight targets at half capacity for eight posts. Targets must be with in 50 feet of her. Her semblance isn't nearly draining and she knows her limits. She usually doesn't have to deal with whiplash, but if she pushes past her limits her semblance will still turn back on her. She needs a six post cool down before using her semblance again. (300 and up.) █*DRAWBACKS ▬ Ridley can only inflict pain that she herself has felt, nothing more than that, so the strength of her semblance depends purely on how much she has suffered. Also, seeing how the semblance only affects a person mentally, depending on their pain tolerance they may be able to work through the pain to an extent which means it won't always prevent attacks. There is also the fact that if Ridley pushes herself too far, her semblance can backlash and she will feel all the effects of it herself. Attempting to effect a target five feet outside her boundaries or attempting it for an extra post, will cause her to feel whatever pain she was inflicting on the target(s) tenfold. Effecting an extra target, or holding it for an extra post will actually backlash on her and cause physical injury equal to the pain she was causing. For example, if she was causing someone to feel like they were being burnt, she would receive real, physical burns over her body, etc.
█*CURRENT TEAM ▬ Team DARK █*PARTNER(S) ▬ Azura Knight, Adam Argent, Cecil Roydan █NICKNAME(S) ▬ Rid █OCCUPATION ▬ N/A
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█HEIGHT ▬ 5' 4" █WEIGHT ▬ 113 lbs █HAIR ▬ Dark Brown █CLOTHING ▬ She usually tends to dress in mostly black with gold accents. She tends to stick to leather as well as pants rather than skirts or dresses. She always has some sort of cloak and usually light armor. Her preferred choice of footwear is boots. She pretty much always wears long sleeves to hide her scars. █ACCESSORIES ▬ A locket that use to belong to her mother, she usually keeps it tucked beneath her clothes. █EYES ▬ Gold █BUILD ▬ Supple and graceful, not quite as fragile as she looks. █TATTOOS ▬ N/A █SCARS ▬ Three, thick, raised and jagged lines that run diagonally across her torso. One, long raised line vertically up each wrist. █MARKINGS ▬ N/A
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█SKILLS & TALENTS █Primary Talent ▬ Ridley, just as anyone who gets accepted into Beacon, is an excellent fighter. She is quick and agile and uses her size to her advantage. Giving her stature, she is often facing enemies that are much larger than her. She relies on her skills and her speed rather than strength alone. Rather than being intimidated by an oponents size, she uses creative manuvers to dodge their attacks as well as break through their defenses. That being said, Ridley is a spitfire, he won't hide in a fight or stick purely to defensive. When she makes her attacks, the are quick, blunt, and to the point. Each move is direct and planned, she never hesitates. █Other Talents ▬ Outside of fighting, Ridley is an excellent writer, quick reader and a decent artist. Her favorite medium is charcoal. █Faunus Skill ▬ N/A █Strongest Skill ▬ Her ability to be speedy and direct in her attacks. █Weakest Skill ▬ Ridley has a tendency to let her emotions get the better of times. While she is usually tactical and strategic, if she is pushed past a breaking point, she tends to act on those raw emotions rather than thought or strategy. This often causes her to be reckless and gets her into dangerous situations.
█LIKES █ ▬ Reading, writing, drawing. █ ▬ Intelligence, humor, skill. █ ▬ Pineapple, strawberries. █ ▬ Books, art supplies, her weapon. █ ▬ Foxes █DISLIKES █ ▬ Arrogance, disrespect, dishonesty. █ ▬ Coffee █ ▬ The smell of smoke █ ▬ Not actually an animal... but... spiders? █ ▬ Ridley's has several different fears, one of those being that she is claustrophobic. Tight spaces or even being confined in anyway sends her into a full-blown panic attack. She fears that her uncontrollable emotions and recklessness will hurt someone she cares about. █PERSONALITY TRAITS █Nature ▬ Sane and stable, if not a bit fiery and spirited at times. She can also be a bit closed off, at least when it comes to her past. She has been broken in the past, but has managed to work through that for the most part. █Vernacular ▬ Ridley's speech patterns are fairly normal but tainted with a bit of sarcasm as well as witty quips and comments. █Positive Traits ▬ Independent, determined, loyal, passionate, sincere, playful. █Negative Traits ▬ Hot-headed, ridiculously stubborn, reckless.
██ ╫ H I S T O R Y ╫
█BACKGROUND ▬ Ridley was born in a small little town on the borders of Vale. She lived on a farm, edging the forest. Her parents were not hunters or hundreds. They were not great, or powerful. They were never seeking glory. They were just simple folk who wished to live a simple, happy life. They tended to their crops and gardens. They took care of the animals and livestock. They raised three children, Ridley being the middle child. Ridley had an older brother as well as a younger sister. Even from a young age it was clear they were very different, but they got along very well, running and playing through the fields. Ridley was a bit of a rambunctious child, always running, climbing trees, getting into dangerous reckless situations. Her parents scolded her, lectured her, did their best to keep her in line. However, her mother's brother, a hunter, did nothing but encourage it. He always saw the fire in Ridley and always told her that she should never try and hide it or lock it away. Ridley's father didn't approve of this, and as such did everything to keep his brother-in-law away from his daughter, to Ridley's dismay.
When Ridley was twelve, her mother fell ill. The doctor's did everything that they could, but her health continued to decline. They just didn't have the money to pay for the high-tech solutions could possibly keep her alive. Nearly a year later she passed away. It was hard on each member of the family, but her mother's passing slowly started taking a toll on her father, more-so than anyone else. He blamed himself for not having the money to keep her alive. He blamed the doctor's for not being able to do more. He blamed the world for taking her for him. The depression, with the added aide of alcohol, slowly started to rot his mind. Ridley watched him steadily decline. It started with recluseness. He never left the house, not even to tend to the crops or the animals. That put a lot of weight on Ridley's shoulder's. Ridley's older brother had already left home and her younger sister was much too young to helo much, yet there was too much work for Ridley to do on her own. Crops withered. She sold some of their livestock, not able to tend to tend to them or feed them on her own.
His state worsened still, turning into tantrums in which he would scream and yell about the house. The screaming turned to throwing and smashing things. The violence only worsened. Ridley will never forget the first time he hit her, a slap, right across the face. The abuse only got worse from there. Ridley managed to keep her younger sister away from it, but the bruises were getting significantly harder to hide. Along with the physical abuse, other sorts of assault had developed. It all escalated one night, shortly after Ridley turned fourteen. It's a night that was engraved in the girl's mind forever. In a drunken rage one night, her father beat her. These was normal. However, it didn't stop there. He drug up the stairs and into her room, locking the door behind him.
Needless to say, there had been,a lot of negative energy in the house which all grew to a climax that night. It drew the Grimm to their house. The Beowolf tore three their home. Her younger sister was alone and defenseless. She fell quickly and it made its way up to Ridley's bedroom, ripping through her door. It tore her father to bits before he could finish his horrid act, and then it focussed it's sights on her. Scared, broken, injured, and utterly alone. It swung its claws over her, slashing three long ribbons of red acoss her torso. She remembers the pain vividly, seering, agonizing. She remembers the feeling of her blood, thick, warm, and sticky, soaking through her clothes. She remembers the way her head started to spin and the darkness that creeped at the edge of her vision. She remembers the heaviness, the sleepiness, thay came over her, lulling her to close her hers. She remembers having been certain she was going to die. Just like her mother. Her sister. Her father. Ridley closed her eyes, accepting her fate and awaiting the end. However, it never came. When she peeked open those golden orbs, it was her uncle that standing before her, Grimm sliced to ribbons. He picked her up, cold and shivering, clinging to life by threads. He carried her out of there and took her into his care.
Ridley struggled for several months after that. She went through her stages of denial, depression, self-blame. There was one night that she just couldn't takr it anymore and so she tried to end it all herself and once again she found herself grasping at the threads of life. Luckily, her uncle once again found her just in time. He nursed her back to health once again and kept a closer eye on her from that point. Once she was healthy started training her and even passed on his weapon, Veribus, to her. That seemed to help pull her out of her stupor. She focused all of her energy on training. She excelled, both in her training with her uncle as well as at Signal Academy. She graduated Signal with flying colors and was accepted into Beacon. Now it is her life goal to become a Huntress and a good one at that.
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█PRIMARY WEAPON █ ▬ Veribus █ ▬ Ridley wields dual swords with slightly curved blades that she can transform into dual pistols for a ranged form. Both forms are able to use dust for other corresponding effects. She can store up to five dust vials in the hilt of her swords while her pistols can carry even more rounds. █Melee Form ▬ Dual Swords █Ranged Form ▬ Dual Pistols █Other Form(s) ▬ N/A █Ammo Type ▬ Physical █ ▬ While wielding two weapons come with certain advantages, there is also the fact that it occupies both of her hands which limits her in other movements and defenses. With her arms full, she has to rely on her legs a lot to make up for it.
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█*NAME ▬ Crutiatus █*AURA COLOR ▬ Amber █*DESCRIPTION █ ▬ Ridley's semblance gives her the ability to hack into one's nervous system and inflict any amount or type of pain that she herself has felt both past and presently. The semblance does not physically hurt the target and won't leave any lasting affects. Once the semblance where's off, the target will return to normal. █Level Zero ▬ Ridley is able to use her semblance either at full capacity on one target for three posts or on two targets at a weaker level for three posts. Targets must be within 10 feet of her. Using her semblance is still very draining on her and if she pushes it too far it will often backlash and she will feel the effects of it herself. She needs a five post cool down before using her semblance again. (0-99 posts) █Level One ▬ Ridley is able to use her semblance either at full capacity on two targets for five posts or on four targets at a weaker level for five posts. Targets must be with in 20 feet of her. Using her semblance is slightly less draining, but she still has to be careful to not push past her breaking point or risk feeling some of the effects herself, though usually not full blast. She needs a four post cool down before using her semblance again.(100-199 posts) █Level Two ▬ Ridley is able to use her semblance either at full capacity on four targets for six posts or on eight targets at a weaker level for six posts. Targets must be with in 30 feet of her. Her semblance is now significantly less draining. If she does happen to push herself too far, the whiplash is only a fraction of the level of pain that her attack was. She needs a three post cool down before using her semblance again. (200-299) █Level Three ▬ Ridley is able to use her semblance either at full capacity on eight or more targets for eight posts or on sixteen or more targets at a weaker level for eight posts. Targets must be with in 40 feet of her. Her semblance doesn't drain her hardly at all now. She usually doesn't have to deal with whiplash and when,she does it is just a minor p***k compared to the pain she has caused. She needs a three post cool down before using her semblance again. (300 and up.) █*DRAWBACKS ▬ Ridley can only inflict pain that she herself has felt, nothing more than that, so the strength of her semblance depends purely on how much she has suffered. Also, seeing how the semblance only affects a person mentally, depending on their pain tolerance they may be able to work through the pain to an extent which means it won't always prevent attacks. There is also the fact that if Ridley pushes herself too far, her semblance can backlash and she will feel all the effects of it herself. While the chance of a backlash decreases the more she develops her semblance and is usually only a mental thing, if she ever completely depleats her aura while using her semblance, whatever pain she was inflicting on the target(s) will actually backlash on her and cause physical injury equal to the pain she was causing. For example, if she was causing someone to feel Like they were being burnt and she completely depleted her aura in the process, she would receive real, physical burns over her body, etc.
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█*CURRENT TEAM ▬ Team DARK █*PARTNER(S) ▬ Azura Knight, Adam Argent, Cecil Roydan █NICKNAME(S) ▬ Rid █OCCUPATION ▬ N/A
██ ╫ A F F E C T A T I O N ╫
█HEIGHT ▬ 5' 4" █WEIGHT ▬ 113 lbs █HAIR ▬ Dark Brown █CLOTHING ▬ She usually tends to dress in mostly black with gold accents. She tends to stick to leather as well as pants rather than skirts or dresses. She always has some sort of cloak and usually light armor. Her preferred choice of footwear is boots. She pretty much always wears long sleeves to hide her scars. █ACCESSORIES ▬ A locket that use to belong to her mother, she usually keeps it tucked beneath her clothes. █EYES ▬ Gold █BUILD ▬ Supple and graceful, not quite as fragile as she looks. █TATTOOS ▬ N/A █SCARS ▬ Three, thick, raised and jagged lines that run diagonally across her torso. One, long raised line vertically up each wrist. █MARKINGS/FAUNUS TRAITS ▬ N/A
██ ╫ A R C H E T Y P E ╫
█NATURAL ABILITIES █Primary Talent ▬ Creative fighting style and maneuvers that allow her to hold her own against much larger or stronger oppenents. █Faunus Trait/Bonus Talent ▬ Attacking strategically without hesitation. █Other Talents ▬ Ridley is a clever and quick thinker who often sees solutions to problems that most people wouldn't. The girl talks always brave in the face of danger, working to intimidate enemies rather than show her own fear or qualms. █LEARNT ABILITIES █Strongest Skill ▬ Standing her ground even when the odds are stacked against her. █Weakest Skill ▬ Ridley has a tendency to let her emotions get the better of times. While she is usually tactical and strategic, if she is pushed past a breaking point, she tends to act on those raw emotions rather than thought or strategy. This often causes her to be reckless and gets her into dangerous situations. █Other Skills ▬ Living on a farm near the words Ridley has obtained some wonderful survival skills. She is an incredible writer and often does so in her own time, writing stories as well as a secret journal. Lastly she is a good artist, her favorite medium being charcoal.
█LIKES █ ▬ Reading, writing, drawing. █ ▬ Intelligence, humor, skill. █ ▬ Pineapple, strawberries. █ ▬ Books, art supplies, her weapon. █ ▬ Foxes █DISLIKES █ ▬ Arrogance, disrespect, dishonesty. █ ▬ Coffee █ ▬ The smell of smoke █ ▬ Not actually an animal... but... spiders? █ ▬ Ridley's has several different fears, one of those being that she is claustrophobic. Tight spaces or even being confined in anyway sends her into a full-blown panic attack. She fears that her uncontrollable emotions and recklessness will hurt someone she cares about. █PERSONALITY TRAITS █Nature ▬ Sane and stable, if not a bit fiery and spirited at times. She can also be a bit closed off, at least when it comes to her past. She has been broken in the past, but has managed to work through that for the most part. █Vernacular ▬ Ridley's speech patterns are fairly normal but tainted with a bit of sarcasm as well as witty quips and comments. █Positive Traits ▬ Independent, determined, loyal, passionate, sincere, playful. █Negative Traits ▬ Hot-headed, ridiculously stubborn, reckless.
██ ╫ H I S T O R Y ╫
█BACKGROUND ▬ Ridley was born in a small little town on the borders of Vale. She lived on a farm, edging the forest. Her parents were not hunters or hundreds. They were not great, or powerful. They were never seeking glory. They were just simple folk who wished to live a simple, happy life. They tended to their crops and gardens. They took care of the animals and livestock. They raised three children, Ridley being the middle child. Ridley had an older brother as well as a younger sister. Even from a young age it was clear they were very different, but they got along very well, running and playing through the fields. Ridley was a bit of a rambunctious child, always running, climbing trees, getting into dangerous reckless situations. Her parents scolded her, lectured her, did their best to keep her in line. However, her mother's brother, a hunter, did nothing but encourage it. He always saw the fire in Ridley and always told her that she should never try and hide it or lock it away. Ridley's father didn't approve of this, and as such did everything to keep his brother-in-law away from his daughter, to Ridley's dismay.
When Ridley was twelve, her mother fell ill. The doctor's did everything that they could, but her health continued to decline. They just didn't have the money to pay for the high-tech solutions could possibly keep her alive. Nearly a year later she passed away. It was hard on each member of the family, but her mother's passing slowly started taking a toll on her father, more-so than anyone else. He blamed himself for not having the money to keep her alive. He blamed the doctor's for not being able to do more. He blamed the world for taking her for him. The depression, with the added aide of alcohol, slowly started to rot his mind. Ridley watched him steadily decline. It started with recluseness. He never left the house, not even to tend to the crops or the animals. That put a lot of weight on Ridley's shoulder's. Ridley's older brother had already left home and her younger sister was much too young to helo much, yet there was too much work for Ridley to do on her own. Crops withered. She sold some of their livestock, not able to tend to tend to them or feed them on her own.
His state worsened still, turning into tantrums in which he would scream and yell about the house. The screaming turned to throwing and smashing things. The violence only worsened. Ridley will never forget the first time he hit her, a slap, right across the face. The abuse only got worse from there. Ridley managed to keep her younger sister away from it, but the bruises were getting significantly harder to hide. Along with the physical abuse, other sorts of assault had developed. It all escalated one night, shortly after Ridley turned fourteen. It's a night that was engraved in the girl's mind forever. In a drunken rage one night, her father beat her. These was normal. However, it didn't stop there. He drug up the stairs and into her room, locking the door behind him.
Needless to say, there had been,a lot of negative energy in the house which all grew to a climax that night. It drew the Grimm to their house. The Beowolf tore three their home. Her younger sister was alone and defenseless. She fell quickly and it made its way up to Ridley's bedroom, ripping through her door. It tore her father to bits before he could finish his horrid act, and then it focussed it's sights on her. Scared, broken, injured, and utterly alone. It swung its claws over her, slashing three long ribbons of red acoss her torso. She remembers the pain vividly, seering, agonizing. She remembers the feeling of her blood, thick, warm, and sticky, soaking through her clothes. She remembers the way her head started to spin and the darkness that creeped at the edge of her vision. She remembers the heaviness, the sleepiness, thay came over her, lulling her to close her hers. She remembers having been certain she was going to die. Just like her mother. Her sister. Her father. Ridley closed her eyes, accepting her fate and awaiting the end. However, it never came. When she peeked open those golden orbs, it was her uncle that standing before her, Grimm sliced to ribbons. He picked her up, cold and shivering, clinging to life by threads. He carried her out of there and took her into his care.
Ridley struggled for several months after that. She went through her stages of denial, depression, self-blame. There was one night that she just couldn't takr it anymore and so she tried to end it all herself and once again she found herself grasping at the threads of life. Luckily, her uncle once again found her just in time. He nursed her back to health once again and kept a closer eye on her from that point. Once she was healthy started training her and even passed on his weapon, Veribus, to her. That seemed to help pull her out of her stupor. She focused all of her energy on training. She excelled, both in her training with her uncle as well as at Signal Academy. She graduated Signal with flying colors and was accepted into Beacon. Now it is her life goal to become a Huntress and a good one at that.
██ ╫ I N V E N T O R Y ╫
█PRIMARY WEAPON █ ▬ Veribus █ ▬ Ridley wields dual swords with slightly curved blades that she can transform into dual pistols for a ranged form. Both forms are able to use dust for other corresponding effects. She can store up to five dust vials in the hilt of her swords while her pistols can carry even more rounds. █Melee Form ▬ Dual Swords █Ranged Form ▬ Dual Pistols █Other Form(s) ▬ N/A █Ammo Type ▬ Physical █ ▬ While wielding two weapons come with certain advantages, there is also the fact that it occupies both of her hands which limits her in other movements and defenses. With her arms full, she has to rely on her legs a lot to make up for it.
█*NAME ▬ Crutiatus █*AURA COLOR ▬ Amber █*DESCRIPTION █ ▬ Ridley's semblance gives her the ability to hack into one's nervous system and inflict any amount or type of pain that she herself has felt both past and presently. The semblance does not physically hurt the target and won't leave any lasting affects. Once the semblance where's off, the target will return to normal. █Level Zero ▬ Ridley is able to use her semblance either at full capacity on one target for three posts or on two targets at a weaker level for three posts. Targets must be within 10 feet of her. Using her semblance is still very draining on her and if she pushes it too far it will often backlash and she will feel the effects of it herself. She needs a five post cool down before using her semblance again. (0-99 posts) █Level One ▬ Ridley is able to use her semblance either at full capacity on two targets for five posts or on four targets at a weaker level for five posts. Targets must be with in 20 feet of her. Using her semblance is slightly less draining, but she still has to be careful to not push past her breaking point or risk feeling some of the effects herself, though usually not full blast. She needs a four post cool down before using her semblance again.(100-199 posts) █Level Two ▬ Ridley is able to use her semblance either at full capacity on four targets for six posts or on eight targets at a weaker level for six posts. Targets must be with in 30 feet of her. Her semblance is now significantly less draining. If she does happen to push herself too far, the whiplash is only a fraction of the level of pain that her attack was. She needs a three post cool down before using her semblance again. (200-299) █Level Three ▬ Ridley is able to use her semblance either at full capacity on eight or more targets for eight posts or on sixteen or more targets at a weaker level for eight posts. Targets must be with in 40 feet of her. Her semblance doesn't drain her hardly at all now. She usually doesn't have to deal with whiplash and when,she does it is just a minor p***k compared to the pain she has caused. She needs a three post cool down before using her semblance again. (300 and up.) █*DRAWBACKS ▬ Ridley can only inflict pain that she herself has felt, nothing more than that, so the strength of her semblance depends purely on how much she has suffered. Also, seeing how the semblance only affects a person mentally, depending on their pain tolerance they may be able to work through the pain to an extent which means it won't always prevent attacks. There is also the fact that if Ridley pushes herself too far, her semblance can backlash and she will feel all the effects of it herself. While the chance of a backlash decreases the more she develops her semblance and is usually only a mental thing, if she ever completely depleats her aura while using her semblance, whatever pain she was inflicting on the target(s) will actually backlash on her and cause physical injury equal to the pain she was causing. For example, if she was causing someone to feel Like they were being burnt and she completely depleted her aura in the process, she would receive real, physical burns over her body, etc.
█*CURRENT TEAM ▬ Team DARK █*PARTNER(S) ▬ Azura Knight, Adam Argent, Cecil Roydan █NICKNAME(S) ▬ Rid █OCCUPATION ▬ N/A
██ ╫ A F F E C T A T I O N ╫
█HEIGHT ▬ 5' 4" █WEIGHT ▬ 121 lbs █HAIR ▬ Dark Brown █CLOTHING ▬ Usual battle attire: She usually dresses mostly in black with gold accents, even for casual occasions. She can almost always be found on her trusty black boots. She tends to stick to long sleeves or long gloves to hide her scars. █ACCESSORIES ▬ A locket that use to belong to her mother, she usually keeps it tucked beneath her clothes. █EYES ▬ Gold █BUILD ▬ Supple and graceful, but still fit. She's not quite as fragile as she looks. █TATTOOS ▬ N/A █SCARS ▬ Three, thick, raised and jagged lines that run diagonally across her torso. One, long raised line vertically up each wrist. █MARKINGS/FAUNUS TRAITS ▬ N/A
██ ╫ A R C H E T Y P E ╫
█NATURAL ABILITIES █Primary Talent ▬ Creative fighting style and maneuvers that allow her to hold her own against much larger or stronger opponents. █Faunus Trait/Bonus Talent ▬ Ambidextrous: Her right and left hands/arms have equal strength and dexterity giving her an advantage with dual weapons. █Other Talents ▬ Ridley is a quick and resourceful thinker who often sees solutions to problems that most people wouldn't which aids her immensely when precarious situations arise. She is also defiant, which helps her to keep a brave face and hold her ground even when the odds are stacked against her. █LEARNT ABILITIES █Strongest Skill ▬ Due to her past and her semblance, she has an astonishingly high pain tolerance. █Weakest Skill ▬ Ridley has a tendency to let her emotions get the better of her at times. While she is usually tactical and strategic, if she is pushed past a breaking point, she tends to act on those raw emotions rather than thought or strategy. This often causes her to be reckless and gets her into dangerous situations. She doesn't fear pain and will often push herself past dangerous limits, simply because her injuries don't bother her. The girl is also a bit of an adrenaline junkie and will leap into danger simply for the thrill of it. Ridley isn't always good at relying on others. She has a my burden, my responsibility mentality, which often leads her to face obstacles on her own rather than asking for help. █Other Skills ▬ Attacking or persevering without hesitation, even when the odds are stacked against her. Keeping a brave face even in the face of danger. Survival skills.
█LIKES █ ▬ Reading, writing, drawing. █ ▬ Intelligence, humor, skill. █ ▬ Pineapple, strawberries. █ ▬ Books, art supplies, her weapon. █ ▬ Foxes █DISLIKES █ ▬ Arrogance, disrespect, dishonesty. █ ▬ Coffee █ ▬ The smell of smoke and liquer █ ▬ Not actually an animal... but... spiders? █ ▬ Ridley's has several different fears, one of those being that she is claustrophobic. Tight spaces or even being confined in anyway sends her into a full-blown panic attack. She fears that her uncontrollable emotions and recklessness will hurt someone she cares about. She hates to admit it, but she also ears her father and her brother. █PERSONALITY TRAITS █Nature ▬ Sane and stable, if not a bit fiery and spirited at times. She can also be a bit closed off, at least when it comes to her past. She has been broken in the past, but has managed to work through that for the most part. █Vernacular ▬ Ridley's speech patterns are fairly normal but tainted with a bit of sarcasm as well as witty quips and comments. █Positive Traits ▬ Independent, determined, loyal, passionate, sincere, playful. █Negative Traits ▬ Hot-headed, ridiculously stubborn, reckless.
██ ╫ H I S T O R Y ╫
█BACKGROUND ▬ Ridley was born in a small little town on the borders of Vale. She grew up on a farm, edging the forest. Her parents were not hunters or huntresses. They were not great, grand, or powerful. They were never seeking glory. In fact, most months they barely made enough to make ends meet. They were just simple folk who wished to live a simple, happy life. They tended to their crops and gardens. They took care of the animals and livestock. They raised three children, Ridley being the middle child. Ridley had an older brother, Zander, as well as a younger sister, Ayven. Even from a young age it was clear they were all very different. Zander was every bit as charming as he was cunning. He used that charm to hide the darkness that lurked inside of him. More than once that devilish grin had gotten him out of trouble. Ridley saw right through it, but she seemed to be the only one. Ridley carried all her flaws on her sleeve for the world to see, Zander hid is behind a pretty face. Ridley was rambunctious and wild, defiant and hot-headed. She was reckless and didn't care what others thought, so she never tied to hide it. Zander is sneakier when it came to his misdeeds, and while his were far darker than Ridley's, he never seemed to get caught. Ridley gave up trying to tell on him as a small child, because somehow he always seemed to turn it around on her. Even when she was the one that came out of it bruised or bleeding. Even more different than Zander, or Ridley, was sweet little Ayven. She was the youngest and surely the quietest. Zander was dark and devious, a slippery snake. Ridley was loud and vibrant, as stubborn as they come. Their smallest sister was tender and caring, as gentle as she was kind. In Ridley's eyes, she was the best of them all, and she cherished her memory in her heart.
Growing up, Ridley was a bit of a rambunctious child, always running, climbing trees, getting into dangerous reckless situations. Her parents scolded her, lectured her, did their best to keep her in line... but there was no taming the beast that was Ridley. Her spirt was too wild to be broken. It was a trait her parents despised, but one her mother's brother, a hunter, did nothing but encourage. He always saw the fire in Ridley and rather than try to put out the flames with water, he doused them with gasoline. He always told her that she should never try and hide or lock it away that passion. Ridley's father didn't approve of this, and as such did everything to keep his brother-in-law away from his daughter, to Ridley's dismay. Despite her father's efforts, the two always found away. Ridley would sneak into the forest that lay on the outskirts of their property, easily finding the dirt path that lead to his dingy cabin. It was there that some of her happiest childhood memories were made. Her he nurtured her dream to follow in his footsteps and become a huntress. Here she watched him, gold eyes bright with glee as he carved her a wooden sword from an old piece of timber. Here he spared with her, teaching her the ways of the sword as well as hand to hand combat. Here she was not only free to be herself, but encouraged too. Eventually she graduated from a wooden sword to a real one, and though it was small, she cherished it. She spent every moment that she could at her uncle's cabin, often sneaking off as soon as she'd finished her chores and not returning until it was time for dinner. When her little sister was old enough to walk, Ridley toted her along on her back. Her parents were often busy and she didn't trust the tiny girl alone with Zander. He would either taint her gentle spirit, or torment her the same way he had her. Uncle Rev never minded, and Ayven seemed content at the cabin as well. She would dance among the flowers or watch in suspense as her sister and uncle spared. Before they headed back home, her uncle would always appease the small child, picking an apple from the tree and telling her a story while she sat on his knee. Ridley would listen from afar, while going through whatever stances and moves Rev had taught her that day.
When Ridley was twelve, her mother fell ill. That was the point her life really took the turn for the worst. Her mother may have never been fond of her wild nature, but she had never loved the girl any less for it. The doctor's did everything that they could, but her health continued to decline. Ridley remembered watching helplessly as she withered away. Strong arms became fragile, breakable. Pale locks became dull as they lost their golden luster. Amber eyes became somber, lusterless. Medicine kept her heart beating howeverfaintly, her blood pumping, however weakly. Yet, that was all it didn't. It couldn't bring back the strong, beautiful woman that was her mother. It couldn't keep her from passing, it couldn't keep her from passing... it could only delay the process and they just didn't have the money to pay for the high-tech solutions could possibly keep her alive just a little bit longer. Even if they could... was that a life worth living? Was it selfish to wish for? It was hard on Ridley, but even harder on Ayven. Ridley had a suspicion that Zander couldn't have possibly cared less. Her mother's passing was quiet possibly the hardest on her father. He had lost the love of his life, his universe and that slowly started taking a toll on him. He blamed himself for not having the money to keep her alive. He blamed the doctor's for not being able to do more. He blamed the world for taking her for him. The world that had once been a bright and happy place had become dark and solemn and not even his children were enough to pull him away from the void. The depression, with the added aid of alcohol, slowly started to rot his mind. Ridley watched him steadily decline. It started with him drawing away from his children, his responsibility, everything. He became a recluse. He never left the house, not even to tend to the crops or the animals. That put a lot of weight on Ridley's shoulder's. Zander hadn't stuck around to watch their father decay, and it wasn't because he couldn't stand too see it. He just didn't care. So he abandoned his home, his family, and never looked back. He left it all to Ridley, because Ayven swas much too young to help much... and even if she were bigger, stronger, Ridley wouldn't want the weight of this to fall on her. This was her burden, her responsibility. Even so, there was too much work for Ridley to do on her own. Crops withered and died. She was forced to sell some of their livestock, not able to tend to tend to them or feed them on her own. Not to mention, their own food supply was growing rather sparse. Even if she had been willing to ask for help, there was no one that could have. Her uncle had taken a quest a couple months prior and still hadn't returned. It wasn't uncommon for the man to be gone for lengthy amounts of time, but it left Ridley alone with no idea of when he would return.
Meanwhile, her father's state worsened even still, turning into tantrums in which he would scream and yell, stomping about the house. The screaming turned to throwing and smashing things. A once quiet, cozy home had become a nightmare. Pictures had been knocked off the walls, frames shattered on the floor. Tables and chairs were busted, laying in slivered wrecks upon the ground. The hearth had grown cold, the lights dim. It was a dark and rancid place and the violence only grew worse. Ridley will never forget the first time he hit her, a crisp slap, right across the face. She remembered the way her heart broke, falling into shattered pieces within her chest. She remembered the way her whole body went cold, like she'd never feel the warmth of the sun again. She remembered the way her face burned, such a stark contrast to the rest of her body. She remembered the way the salty tears stung her eyes in a futile attempt to keep them from falling. In the end they splashed down her cheeks and dripped off her chin. She remembered the dark bruise that formed across her cheek, and Ayven's worried eyes the next morning. The abuse only got worse from there. Ridley managed to shield her younger sister from it, but the bruises were getting significantly harder to hide. Along with the physical abuse, other sorts of assault had developed. It all escalated one night, shortly after Ridley turned fourteen. It's a night that was engraved in the girl's mind forever. In a drunken rage one night, her father beat her. This was normal, a weekly occurrence. However, it didn't stop there. Normally he left her, trembling on the ground. Sinking into his stained chair with a groan, bottle of vodka pressed to his lips. That's how she knew it was over, knew that he would sit there and waste away for days before he had the energy or strength to hurt her again. That night was different, and she saw it in his face, in the cruel twist of his mouth and the twisted gleam in his eyes, such a dark shade of blue they were nearly black. He grabbed her by the hair, fingers twisting roughly into her dark locks. She screamed as he yanked and pulled, never giving her a chance to get to her feet as he drug up the stairs and into her room, locking the door behind him.
Needless to say, there had been a lot of negative energy in that house, which all grew to a climax that night. Nearby villages had been getting attacked by the grimm for weeks, and that night the fear and terror drew the creatures to their farm. The Beowolf tore through their home like it was nothing more than a house of cards. Her younger sister was alone and defenseless. Ridley had left her alone, hid her behind the couch for her own safety. She'd been trying to protect her from the monster their father had become, she wasn't there to protect her from the grimm, something that haunted her thoughts to this day. The couch couldn't hide the small girl's fear and she was the first to fall that night. The beowolf ripped through her tender flesh, leaving a bloodied corpse in its wake before making its way up to Ridley's bedroom, tearing through her door like a sheet. It tore her father to bits before he could finish his horrid act, and then it focused it's sights on her. Scared, broken, injured, and utterly alone. It swung its claws over her, slashing three long ribbons of scarlet across her torso. She remembers the pain vividly, searing, agonizing. She remembers the feeling of her blood, thick, warm, and sticky, soaking through her clothes and onto her sheets. She remembers the way her head started to spin and the darkness that creeped at the edge of her vision. She remembers the heaviness, the sleepiness, that came over her, lulling her to close her eyes, knowing that if she did they might not ever open again. She remembers with vivid clarity, that certainty that she was going to die. She remembered how cold, how empty it made her feel. She was going to die. Just like her mother. Her sister. Her father. Ridley closed her eyes, accepting her fate and awaiting the end. She didn't have the strength, nor the will to fight this. She remembered the gentle hands that scooped her up. She remembered thinking how odd, how tender death was... but then there was warmth, she could feel it radiating from beneath her cold, frail form. She remembered how terrified she was, but equally curious. When she peeked open those golden orbs, it was her uncle that was standing before her, Grimm sliced to ribbons. His haggard face was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. In that moment, he was her savior.
Ridley struggled for several months after that. It took her over a month to heal, resting upon a bed in her uncle's cabin. He hardly left her side, only venturing out when he absolutely had too. When there wasn't a single grain of food left, when Ridley needed more bandages or antiseptic. She went through her stages of denial, depression, self-blame. Her body still felt cold, caused by the absence of her little sister. She should have died, not Ayven. Her soul was much too precious, much too pure. The world had become a darker place when her life had been snuffed out, Ridley was sure of it. Just her name... it made the broken pieces of her heart shutter and throb in its lonely cavity. She should have been stronger. She should have done more. There was one night that she just couldn't take it anymore. She couldn't take the pain, the guilt. She couldn't take the disgust, at herself, at her father, at this world. She just couldn't. Not anymore. She was broken beyond repair. So she tried to end it all herself, stumbling from her bed to the kitchen, taking hold of the first knife she saw. Her hands trembled as she held it, knuckles growing white as she tried to steady herself. The crudely carved the blade up her wrists, the sight of her own blood not even phasing her. She let the knife clatter to the floor and then she stood there, trembling, until she couldn't stand any longer. Once again she found herself grasping at the threads of life and once again her uncle found her just in time. He nursed her back to health once more and kept a closer eye on her from that point. Once she was healthy, he started training her, like he had her entire life. He even passed on his weapon, Veribus, to her. That seemed to help pull her out of her stupor. She focused all of her energy on training, and she excelled. As time grew on, the burden she carried became easier, lighter. She knew it was a scare that would never fade, but thanks to her uncle, she was learning to cope with it. She was growing stronger, louder once more. The fire had returned to her eyes and a renewed aspiration for life to her heart. With her uncle's help, she enrolled to signal and after passing with flying colors, enrolled at Beacon. Now, once again, it is her life goal to become a Huntress and a good one at that.
██ ╫ I N V E N T O R Y ╫
█PRIMARY WEAPON █ ▬ Veribus █ ▬ Ridley wields dual swords that she can transform into dual pistols for a ranged form. █Melee Form ▬ Dual Swords Each sword is 18 inches long, giving her a substantial reach without becoming unbalanced. Crafted to perfection, each blade is made of a mix of metals, keeping it light without sacrificing its durability. She is able to attack dust vials to the hilt of each sword to enhance a strike with the selected dusts abilities. █Ranged Form ▬ Dual Pistols Each pistol shoots 40 caliber rounds, capable of holding 12 in each magazine, 13 if one is in the chamber. She can also trade out her normal bullets for dust rounds instead if she chooses. █Other Form(s) ▬ N/A █Ammo Type ▬ Physical █ ▬ While wielding two weapons come with certain advantages, there is also the fact that it occupies both of her hands which limits her in other movements and defenses. With her arms full, she has to rely on her legs a lot to make up up for it. If she looses her balance, she is forced to drop a weapon or take the fall. If she can't stop a blow with her blades, she has no other form of defense. If she looses one of her weapons in battle, it impacts her fighting style.
█OTHER WEAPONS █ ▬ Large hunting knife █ ▬ 3 small daggers █ ▬ █ITEMS █ ▬ Dust Vials █ ▬ Extra ammunition █ ▬
██ ╫ S E M B L A N C E ╫
█*NAME ▬ Crutiatus █*AURA COLOR ▬ Gold █*DESCRIPTION █ ▬ Ridley's semblance gives her the ability to hack into one's nervous system and inflict any amount or type of pain that she herself has felt both past and presently. The semblance does not physically hurt the target and won't leave any lasting affects. Once the semblance wears off, the target will return to normal. █Level Zero ▬ Ridley is able to use her semblance either at full capacity on one target for three posts or on two targets at a half-strength for three posts. Targets must be within 15 feet of her. Using her semblance is still very draining on her and if she pushes it too far it will often backlash and she will feel the effects of it herself. She needs a eight post cool down before using her semblance again. (0-99 posts) █Level One ▬ Ridley is able to use her semblance either at full capacity on three targets for five posts or on six targets at half strength for five posts. Targets must be with in 30 feet of her. Using her semblance is slightly less draining, but she still has to be careful to not push past her breaking point or risk feeling the effects herself. She needs a seven post cool down before using her semblance again.(100-199 posts) █Level Two ▬ Ridley is able to use her semblance either at full capacity on five targets for six posts or on 10 targets at half capacity for six posts. Targets must be with in 40 feet of her. Her semblance is now significantly less draining and she is more familiar with her limits, even so there are still consequences if she attempts to push past those limits. She needs a seven post cool down before using her semblance again. (200-299) █Level Three ▬ Ridley is able to use her semblance either at full capacity on seven targets for eight posts or on fourteen targets at half capacity for eight posts. Targets must be with in 50 feet of her. Her semblance isn't nearly draining and she knows her limits. She usually doesn't have to deal with whiplash, but if she pushes past her limits her semblance will still turn back on her. She needs a six post cool down before using her semblance again. (300 and up.) █*DRAWBACKS ▬ Ridley can only inflict pain that she herself has felt, nothing more than that, so the strength of her semblance depends purely on how much she has suffered. Also, seeing how the semblance only affects a person mentally, depending on their pain tolerance they may be able to work through the pain to an extent which means it won't always prevent attacks. There is also the fact that if Ridley pushes herself too far, her semblance can backlash and she will feel all the effects of it herself. Attempting to effect a target five feet outside her boundaries or attempting it for an extra post, will cause her to feel whatever pain she was inflicting on the target(s) tenfold. Effecting an extra target, or holding it for an extra post will actually backlash on her and cause physical injury equal to the pain she was causing. For example, if she was causing someone to feel like they were being burnt, she would receive real, physical burns over her body, etc.
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Judgement:
Archetype:
1) Other skills: "Attacking or persevering without hesitation, even when the odds are stacked against her. Keeping a brave face even in the face of danger. " These two are pretty much your other talent. So you can have two other skills if you want still, but these two are already covered by it.
Weapon:
1) .So strange side note: at 18 inches, your swords are still considered daggers.
2) Does the dust last for 3 uses, or 5 posts for the blade?
3) What is the effective range of the pistol form?
4) How much ammo does she carry?
5) What are the blade lengths for the hunting knife and daggers?
Semblance:
1) How does someone avoid this (outside just being out of range), or try to end the effect on them? Like is it based on sight or? I mostly ask cause her range gets to be pretty big.
2) I would lower how many she can affect per level. Level 1:2 full, 4 at half Level 2: 3 full, 6 at half Level 3: 4 full, 8 at half
3) Can she only do one type of wound/ pain for post duration, or multiple?
∰-Conclusion
This is all I currently see the need to change/ be clarified for now. This does not mean it shall be the end of it, as more questions may arise as we progress and I may have missed something. I am willing to be flexible on some thing if given good reason to, and i'll be open for any discussion you have or if you need any help with this. Thank you for your taking the time to go through this, and I will post another judgement if necessary once we've gone through all this. Hopefully this will be the only judgement needed, and you can fully begin your adventure in beacon...whether pleasant or otherwise. Feel free to contact me at any point... just send a message with the crows. ✘ Status: Inquiring ▄ ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ ▄
█*CURRENT TEAM ▬ Team DARK █*PARTNER(S) ▬ Azura Knight, Adam Argent, Cecil Roydan █NICKNAME(S) ▬ Rid █OCCUPATION ▬ N/A
██ ╫ A F F E C T A T I O N ╫
█HEIGHT ▬ 5' 4" █WEIGHT ▬ 121 lbs █HAIR ▬ Dark Brown, nearly black, falling to her hips █CLOTHING ▬ Usual battle attire: She usually dresses mostly in black with gold accents, even for casual occasions. She can almost always be found on her trusty black boots. She tends to stick to long sleeves or long gloves to hide her scars. █ACCESSORIES ▬ A locket that use to belong to her mother, she usually keeps it tucked beneath her clothes. █EYES ▬ Gold █BUILD ▬ Supple and graceful, but still fit. She's not quite as fragile as she looks. █TATTOOS ▬ N/A █SCARS ▬ Three, thick, raised and jagged lines that run diagonally across her torso. One, long raised line vertically up each wrist. █MARKINGS/FAUNUS TRAITS ▬ N/A
██ ╫ A R C H E T Y P E ╫
█NATURAL ABILITIES █Primary Talent ▬ Creative fighting style and maneuvers that allow her to hold her own against much larger or stronger opponents. █Faunus Trait/Bonus Talent ▬ Ambidextrous: Her right and left hands/arms have equal strength and dexterity giving her an advantage with dual weapons. █Other Talents ▬ Ridley is a quick and resourceful thinker who often sees solutions to problems that most people wouldn't which aids her immensely when precarious situations arise. She is also defiant, which helps her to keep a brave face and hold her ground even when the odds are stacked against her. █LEARNT ABILITIES █Strongest Skill ▬ Due to her past and her semblance, she has an astonishingly high pain tolerance. █Weakest Skill ▬ Ridley has a tendency to let her emotions get the better of her at times. While she is usually tactical and strategic, if she is pushed past a breaking point, she tends to act on those raw emotions rather than thought or strategy. This often causes her to be reckless and gets her into dangerous situations. She doesn't fear pain and will often push herself past dangerous limits, simply because her injuries don't bother her. The girl is also a bit of an adrenaline junkie and will leap into danger simply for the thrill of it. Ridley isn't always good at relying on others. She has a my burden, my responsibility mentality, which often leads her to face obstacles on her own rather than asking for help. █Other Skills ▬ Growing up on a farm and spending most of her time in the nearby forest, Ridley is well-versed in survival skills. Despite her smaller stature, the girl is surprisingly strong. Multitasking: she is able to divide her attention on multiple tasks or targets.
█LIKES █ ▬ Reading, writing, drawing. █ ▬ Intelligence, humor, skill. █ ▬ Pineapple, strawberries. █ ▬ Books, art supplies, her weapon. █ ▬ Foxes █DISLIKES █ ▬ Arrogance, disrespect, dishonesty. █ ▬ Coffee █ ▬ The smell of smoke and liquer █ ▬ Not actually an animal... but... spiders? █ ▬ Ridley's has several different fears, one of those being that she is claustrophobic. Tight spaces or even being confined in anyway sends her into a full-blown panic attack. She fears that her uncontrollable emotions and recklessness will hurt someone she cares about. She hates to admit it, but she also ears her father and her brother. █PERSONALITY TRAITS █Nature ▬ Sane and stable, if not a bit fiery and spirited at times. She can also be a bit closed off, at least when it comes to her past. She has been broken and while she has picked up the pieces and put them back together to the best of her ability, some wounds don't heal. Not entirely. She is quick to brush aside concern and to make jokes about her pain be it physical or mental. She has a hard time talking about her feelings, so its often easier to joke and pretend it doesn't bother her. She struggles to express her feelings, because often times its too hard for her to face them herself. Its easier for her to simply be angry, even if there is more to her emotions than that. She has a fiery temper and while she has found ways to control it... to a certain extent, she will explode if she is pushed. █Vernacular ▬ Ridley's speech patterns are fairly normal but tainted with a bit of sarcasm as well as witty quips and comments. █Positive Traits ▬ Independent, determined, loyal, passionate, sincere, playful. █Negative Traits ▬ Hot-headed, ridiculously stubborn, reckless.
██ ╫ H I S T O R Y ╫
█BACKGROUND ▬ Ridley was born in a small little town on the borders of Vale. She grew up on a farm, edging the forest. Her parents were not hunters or huntresses. They were not great, grand, or powerful. They were never seeking glory. In fact, most months they barely made enough to make ends meet. They were just simple folk who wished to live a simple, happy life. They tended to their crops and gardens. They took care of the animals and livestock. They raised three children, Ridley being the middle child. Ridley had an older brother, Zander, as well as a younger sister, Ayven. Even from a young age it was clear they were all very different. Zander was every bit as charming as he was cunning. He used that charm to hide the darkness that lurked inside of him. More than once that devilish grin had gotten him out of trouble. Ridley saw right through it, but she seemed to be the only one. Ridley carried all her flaws on her sleeve for the world to see, Zander hid is behind a pretty face. Ridley was rambunctious and wild, defiant and hot-headed. She was reckless and didn't care what others thought, so she never tied to hide it. Zander is sneakier when it came to his misdeeds, and while his were far darker than Ridley's, he never seemed to get caught. Ridley gave up trying to tell on him as a small child, because somehow he always seemed to turn it around on her. Even when she was the one that came out of it bruised or bleeding. Even more different than Zander, or Ridley, was sweet little Ayven. She was the youngest and surely the quietest. Zander was dark and devious, a slippery snake. Ridley was loud and vibrant, as stubborn as they come. Their smallest sister was tender and caring, as gentle as she was kind. In Ridley's eyes, she was the best of them all, and she cherished her memory in her heart.
Growing up, Ridley was a bit of a rambunctious child, always running, climbing trees, getting into dangerous reckless situations. Her parents scolded her, lectured her, did their best to keep her in line... but there was no taming the beast that was Ridley. Her spirt was too wild to be broken. It was a trait her parents despised, but one her mother's brother, a hunter, did nothing but encourage. He always saw the fire in Ridley and rather than try to put out the flames with water, he doused them with gasoline. He always told her that she should never try and hide or lock it away that passion. Ridley's father didn't approve of this, and as such did everything to keep his brother-in-law away from his daughter, to Ridley's dismay. Despite her father's efforts, the two always found away. Ridley would sneak into the forest that lay on the outskirts of their property, easily finding the dirt path that lead to his dingy cabin. It was there that some of her happiest childhood memories were made. Her he nurtured her dream to follow in his footsteps and become a huntress. Here she watched him, gold eyes bright with glee as he carved her a wooden sword from an old piece of timber. Here he spared with her, teaching her the ways of the sword as well as hand to hand combat. Here she was not only free to be herself, but encouraged too. Eventually she graduated from a wooden sword to a real one, and though it was small, she cherished it. She spent every moment that she could at her uncle's cabin, often sneaking off as soon as she'd finished her chores and not returning until it was time for dinner. When her little sister was old enough to walk, Ridley toted her along on her back. Her parents were often busy and she didn't trust the tiny girl alone with Zander. He would either taint her gentle spirit, or torment her the same way he had her. Uncle Rev never minded, and Ayven seemed content at the cabin as well. She would dance among the flowers or watch in suspense as her sister and uncle spared. Before they headed back home, her uncle would always appease the small child, picking an apple from the tree and telling her a story while she sat on his knee. Ridley would listen from afar, while going through whatever stances and moves Rev had taught her that day.
When Ridley was twelve, her mother fell ill. That was the point her life really took the turn for the worst. Her mother may have never been fond of her wild nature, but she had never loved the girl any less for it. The doctor's did everything that they could, but her health continued to decline. Ridley remembered watching helplessly as she withered away. Strong arms became fragile, breakable. Pale locks became dull as they lost their golden luster. Amber eyes became somber, lusterless. Medicine kept her heart beating howeverfaintly, her blood pumping, however weakly. Yet, that was all it didn't. It couldn't bring back the strong, beautiful woman that was her mother. It couldn't keep her from passing, it couldn't keep her from passing... it could only delay the process and they just didn't have the money to pay for the high-tech solutions could possibly keep her alive just a little bit longer. Even if they could... was that a life worth living? Was it selfish to wish for? It was hard on Ridley, but even harder on Ayven. Ridley had a suspicion that Zander couldn't have possibly cared less. Her mother's passing was quiet possibly the hardest on her father. He had lost the love of his life, his universe and that slowly started taking a toll on him. He blamed himself for not having the money to keep her alive. He blamed the doctor's for not being able to do more. He blamed the world for taking her for him. The world that had once been a bright and happy place had become dark and solemn and not even his children were enough to pull him away from the void. The depression, with the added aid of alcohol, slowly started to rot his mind. Ridley watched him steadily decline. It started with him drawing away from his children, his responsibility, everything. He became a recluse. He never left the house, not even to tend to the crops or the animals. That put a lot of weight on Ridley's shoulder's. Zander hadn't stuck around to watch their father decay, and it wasn't because he couldn't stand too see it. He just didn't care. So he abandoned his home, his family, and never looked back. He left it all to Ridley, because Ayven swas much too young to help much... and even if she were bigger, stronger, Ridley wouldn't want the weight of this to fall on her. This was her burden, her responsibility. Even so, there was too much work for Ridley to do on her own. Crops withered and died. She was forced to sell some of their livestock, not able to tend to tend to them or feed them on her own. Not to mention, their own food supply was growing rather sparse. Even if she had been willing to ask for help, there was no one that could have. Her uncle had taken a quest a couple months prior and still hadn't returned. It wasn't uncommon for the man to be gone for lengthy amounts of time, but it left Ridley alone with no idea of when he would return.
Meanwhile, her father's state worsened even still, turning into tantrums in which he would scream and yell, stomping about the house. The screaming turned to throwing and smashing things. A once quiet, cozy home had become a nightmare. Pictures had been knocked off the walls, frames shattered on the floor. Tables and chairs were busted, laying in slivered wrecks upon the ground. The hearth had grown cold, the lights dim. It was a dark and rancid place and the violence only grew worse. Ridley will never forget the first time he hit her, a crisp slap, right across the face. She remembered the way her heart broke, falling into shattered pieces within her chest. She remembered the way her whole body went cold, like she'd never feel the warmth of the sun again. She remembered the way her face burned, such a stark contrast to the rest of her body. She remembered the way the salty tears stung her eyes in a futile attempt to keep them from falling. In the end they splashed down her cheeks and dripped off her chin. She remembered the dark bruise that formed across her cheek, and Ayven's worried eyes the next morning. The abuse only got worse from there. Ridley managed to shield her younger sister from it, but the bruises were getting significantly harder to hide. Along with the physical abuse, other sorts of assault had developed. It all escalated one night, shortly after Ridley turned fourteen. It's a night that was engraved in the girl's mind forever. In a drunken rage one night, her father beat her. This was normal, a weekly occurrence. However, it didn't stop there. Normally he left her, trembling on the ground. Sinking into his stained chair with a groan, bottle of vodka pressed to his lips. That's how she knew it was over, knew that he would sit there and waste away for days before he had the energy or strength to hurt her again. That night was different, and she saw it in his face, in the cruel twist of his mouth and the twisted gleam in his eyes, such a dark shade of blue they were nearly black. He grabbed her by the hair, fingers twisting roughly into her dark locks. She screamed as he yanked and pulled, never giving her a chance to get to her feet as he drug up the stairs and into her room, locking the door behind him.
Needless to say, there had been a lot of negative energy in that house, which all grew to a climax that night. Nearby villages had been getting attacked by the grimm for weeks, and that night the fear and terror drew the creatures to their farm. The Beowolf tore through their home like it was nothing more than a house of cards. Her younger sister was alone and defenseless. Ridley had left her alone, hid her behind the couch for her own safety. She'd been trying to protect her from the monster their father had become, she wasn't there to protect her from the grimm, something that haunted her thoughts to this day. The couch couldn't hide the small girl's fear and she was the first to fall that night. The beowolf ripped through her tender flesh, leaving a bloodied corpse in its wake before making its way up to Ridley's bedroom, tearing through her door like a sheet. It tore her father to bits before he could finish his horrid act, and then it focused it's sights on her. Scared, broken, injured, and utterly alone. It swung its claws over her, slashing three long ribbons of scarlet across her torso. She remembers the pain vividly, searing, agonizing. She remembers the feeling of her blood, thick, warm, and sticky, soaking through her clothes and onto her sheets. She remembers the way her head started to spin and the darkness that creeped at the edge of her vision. She remembers the heaviness, the sleepiness, that came over her, lulling her to close her eyes, knowing that if she did they might not ever open again. She remembers with vivid clarity, that certainty that she was going to die. She remembered how cold, how empty it made her feel. She was going to die. Just like her mother. Her sister. Her father. Ridley closed her eyes, accepting her fate and awaiting the end. She didn't have the strength, nor the will to fight this. She remembered the gentle hands that scooped her up. She remembered thinking how odd, how tender death was... but then there was warmth, she could feel it radiating from beneath her cold, frail form. She remembered how terrified she was, but equally curious. When she peeked open those golden orbs, it was her uncle that was standing before her, Grimm sliced to ribbons. His haggard face was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. In that moment, he was her savior.
Ridley struggled for several months after that. It took her over a month to heal, resting upon a bed in her uncle's cabin. He hardly left her side, only venturing out when he absolutely had too. When there wasn't a single grain of food left, when Ridley needed more bandages or antiseptic. She went through her stages of denial, depression, self-blame. Her body still felt cold, caused by the absence of her little sister. She should have died, not Ayven. Her soul was much too precious, much too pure. The world had become a darker place when her life had been snuffed out, Ridley was sure of it. Just her name... it made the broken pieces of her heart shutter and throb in its lonely cavity. She should have been stronger. She should have done more. There was one night that she just couldn't take it anymore. She couldn't take the pain, the guilt. She couldn't take the disgust, at herself, at her father, at this world. She just couldn't. Not anymore. She was broken beyond repair. So she tried to end it all herself, stumbling from her bed to the kitchen, taking hold of the first knife she saw. Her hands trembled as she held it, knuckles growing white as she tried to steady herself. The crudely carved the blade up her wrists, the sight of her own blood not even phasing her. She let the knife clatter to the floor and then she stood there, trembling, until she couldn't stand any longer. Once again she found herself grasping at the threads of life and once again her uncle found her just in time. He nursed her back to health once more and kept a closer eye on her from that point. Once she was healthy, he started training her, like he had her entire life. He even passed on his weapon, Veribus, to her. That seemed to help pull her out of her stupor. She focused all of her energy on training, and she excelled. As time grew on, the burden she carried became easier, lighter. She knew it was a scare that would never fade, but thanks to her uncle, she was learning to cope with it. She was growing stronger, louder once more. The fire had returned to her eyes and a renewed aspiration for life to her heart. With her uncle's help, she enrolled to signal and after passing with flying colors, enrolled at Beacon. Now, once again, it is her life goal to become a Huntress and a good one at that.
██ ╫ I N V E N T O R Y ╫
█PRIMARY WEAPON █ ▬ Veribus █ ▬ Ridley wields dual swords that she can transform into dual pistols for a ranged form. █Melee Form ▬ Dual Swords Each sword is 24 inches long, giving her a substantial reach without becoming unbalanced. Crafted to perfection, each blade is made of a mix of metals, keeping it light without sacrificing its durability. She is able to attack dust vials to the hilt of each sword to enhance a strike with the selected dusts abilities that she may use three times before replacing the dust. █Ranged Form ▬ Dual Pistols Each pistol shoots 40 caliber rounds, capable of holding 12 in each magazine, 13 if one is in the chamber. She can also trade out her normal bullets for dust rounds instead if she chooses. They are accurate up to 30 yards. █Other Form(s) ▬ N/A █Ammo Type ▬ Physical █ ▬ While wielding two weapons come with certain advantages, there is also the fact that it occupies both of her hands which limits her in other movements and defenses. With her arms full, she has to rely on her legs a lot to make up up for it. If she looses her balance, she is forced to drop a weapon or take the fall. If she can't stop a blow with her blades, she has no other form of defense. If she looses one of her weapons in battle, it impacts her fighting style.
█OTHER WEAPONS █ ▬ Large hunting knife: 12 inches in length █ ▬ 3 small daggers: 6 inches in length █ ▬ █ITEMS █ ▬ Dust Vials █ ▬ Extra ammunition: 6 mags, 12 bullets each █ ▬
██ ╫ S E M B L A N C E ╫
█*NAME ▬ Crutiatus █*AURA COLOR ▬ Gold █*DESCRIPTION █ ▬ Ridley's semblance gives her the ability to hack into one's nervous system and inflict any amount or type of pain that she herself has felt both past and presently. In order to do this, she must make contact with the target first, however briefly. When making contact, she marks them with her aura and uses that to then infiltrate their nervous system. The semblance does not physically hurt the target and won't leave any lasting affects. Once the semblance wears off, the target will return to normal. She can combine three different types of pain while her semblence is active, but once she chooses one, she cannot change it. If she looses focus, he pain level will waver and might not effect the target quite as strongly. That being said, if someone were to want to break her effects on them, it would be as simple as breaking her focus. █Level Zero ▬ Ridley is able to use her semblance either at full capacity on one target for three posts or on two targets at a half-strength for three posts. Targets must be within 15 feet of her. Using her semblance is still very draining on her and if she pushes it too far it will often backlash and she will feel the effects of it herself. She needs a seven post cool down before using her semblance again. (0-99 posts) █Level One ▬ Ridley is able to use her semblance either at full capacity on two targets for five posts or on four targets at half strength for five posts. Targets must be with in 30 feet of her. Using her semblance is slightly less draining, but she still has to be careful to not push past her breaking point or risk feeling the effects herself. She needs a seven post cool down before using her semblance again.(100-199 posts) █Level Two ▬ Ridley is able to use her semblance either at full capacity on three targets for six posts or on six targets at half capacity for six posts. Targets must be with in 40 feet of her. Her semblance is now significantly less draining and she is more familiar with her limits, even so there are still consequences if she attempts to push past those limits. She needs a six post cool down before using her semblance again. (200-299) █Level Three ▬ Ridley is able to use her semblance either at full capacity on four targets for eight posts or on eight targets at half capacity for eight posts. Targets must be with in 50 feet of her. Her semblance isn't nearly draining and she knows her limits. She usually doesn't have to deal with whiplash, but if she pushes past her limits her semblance will still turn back on her. She needs a six post cool down before using her semblance again. (300 and up.) █*DRAWBACKS ▬ Ridley can only inflict pain that she herself has felt, nothing more than that, so the strength of her semblance depends purely on how much she has suffered. Also, seeing how the semblance only affects a person mentally, depending on their pain tolerance they may be able to work through the pain to an extent which means it won't always prevent attacks. There is also the fact that if Ridley pushes herself too far, her semblance can backlash and she will feel all the effects of it herself. Attempting to effect a target five feet outside her boundaries or attempting it for an extra post, will cause her to feel whatever pain she was inflicting on the target(s) tenfold. Effecting an extra target, or holding it for an extra post will actually backlash on her and cause physical injury equal to the pain she was causing. For example, if she was causing someone to feel like they were being burnt, she would receive real, physical burns over her body, etc.
