Username : Angel-of-Bloody-Midnight
Time Zone : EST
Journal Type: [I-J]
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Character Info
Name : Rissa Cambell
Age : 18
Gender : Female
Appearance :
Picture
Eye color: Blue-Grey
Hair Color: Raven Black
Hair Style: Short; shoulder-length, long-banged.
Skin Color: Pale, but not anemia-pale.
Height: About 5'7. Give or take a few inches.
Weight: 130
Clothing Preference: Rissa prefers comfortable clothing, like cotton trousers and bell-sleeved shirts, then the dresses she is usually made to wear. She lacks a fashion sense, or dreads anything that has to do with shopping. Therefore, she sticks to her pale colors, and blacks and white, then anything bright. Especially yellow...
Personality :
Rissa is what you could call an outsider. She isn't very talkative, nor has she ever been. She likes to keep her nose buried in books, or in her studies. She is quick to smile, though it may be a little tight-lipped and untrue. She keeps to herself mostly, unless contact with others is necessary. When she is alone in her room, she is a loving person and loves to laugh, even though she's a little lazy.
Rissa can be a bit of an airhead at times, staring off into space, especially in the middle of a boring lecture by one of the Scholars.
She's easy to like, for she can hold a conversation with someone with no trouble at all, though she doesn't tend to like it very much. Her emotions don't show very often, though they can be seen in her eyes, for they hold a deep warmth, an almost maternal feeling.
Keywords [5 Max]:
Quiet, Self-Conscious, Pleasant, Loner, Friendly
History :
Rissa's life was a simple and not rich. Though it lacked many of the things that would have been a luxury, she grew up with complete freedom. Her parents always told her that she was to be the one to lead her own life, and that they shouldn't be the ones to stifle her.
But all that changed when she received a letter from an anonymous benefactor. It said that she was to attend Jaradin College, and learn about herself. Whatever it meant, she was not sure. Her father and mother seemed rather pleased with this, and made it seem obligatory. But then again, none of her parents had had any opportunity for formal education.
Two months after the letter arrived, Rissa found herself on her way to Jaradin College, with the few clothes and valued possessions she had. And of course Wit as well, who was overly excited to be in a new place.
When she arrived, she found out who her anonymous benefactor truly was. A charitable duke with a liking for drinking...and getting into trouble. He had told her that he was to buy her new clothing and sets of shoes, and the things she would need to be ready for the college. wit didn't like him at all, and neither did Rissa, but she didn't complain. Free stuff was free stuff after all...
Finally she was there. Within the walls of the oldest school out there. She was overjoyed and wanted to get to the library promptly. But first, of course, she had to check in with the Scholars and get settled within her dormitory. A room with a big bed all to herself! Such simple commodities she would cherish.
Time passed, and she loved it here, even though she missed her family greatly. This place felt like a fantasy, a chance in a lifetime that she wouldn't forget. And everyday she learned something new that she would have never learned alone. And everyday, she felt Wit become more independent and more intelligent. At times, he was her eyes and ears when she happened to fall asleep during lectures, and when it was time for assignments, Wit helped her with everything he had heard.
And thusly things passed by. Two years, two winters, summers, autumns, falls. All passed by in the breath of wind. She made many friends, especially with the staff and Scholars alike. And Wit began to change less and less. She knew that he was close to not being able to change any longer. But she was happy.
Rissa made it her goal to study about Magika and the unnatural things in the world, because it was a challenge, and it provided mysteries that were yet unsolved. Not many would dedicate themselves to such an unorthodox subject.
There was nothing wrong with her life, and she was happy. Things were as they should be...
