Gender Female
Age Unknown, appears around 20-23, boasts to have seen many empires rise and fall, though she never really specifies further (unless drunk and in a story telling mood).
Species She herself doesn't even know, but she's been christened with titles such as scaled devil, demon spawn, heathen, etc., so she knows it can't be anything good.
Occupation Freak/Snake Charmer for Cirque Du Noire
Appearance Reivyn stands at exactly 5'8" naturally, however, thanks to the Stiletto brand heels she's almost always seen wearing, she appears to be around three inches taller, if not more. She has a petite body with an hourglass frame and a an ample bust that helps to further allude to her claims of being a snake-like goddess of seduction (It's really more of her having a huge ego than anything else, but she'll defend the title until the end if need be). Blue and white scales that glitter even without light cover the expanse of her body, the only exceptions being her palms, face, and a slim line directly over her spine, however, as a defense mechanism, her scales can mimic the feel and look of human skin and the blue will fade away, she still remains unnaturally white, though, which still draws attention, so she normally doesn't bother. She's proud of her "deformity" and wears revealing burlesque like clothing to further show off her strange body. To complete the style, Reivyn normally pins up her frost colored hair--with a single blue strand to match her twin brother's eyes--that reaches to the bends of her knees with jeweled pins and sometimes feathers, but it is always loosely held and has a tendency to stubbornly fall into her face or around her shoulders. She also has an array of different peircings, however, she never wears them all at once, the most common being a single lip ring, a few earrings, and collar bone piercings (yes, they were hard to manage with the scales). In contrast to her pale skin and hair, Reivyn has wine colored optics with slitted pupils and black scleras, to further accentuate the color, she wears black eyeliner and a mixture of black and blue eyeshadow around her eyes, matching the color of her scales and drawing more attention to her eyes. When excited or angered, her irises have a tendency to fade to a bright blue and her scales darken to such a deep shade of blue that they almost appear black.
Picture http://i54.tinypic.com/2lcpriq.jpg ((Clothing and all~)
Personality Cocky and arrogant, Reivyn tends to look down on those outside of her "Family" of Cirque Du Noire members, often even going out of her way to taunt or even manipulate outsiders for a laugh or two. To her fellow performers, she has a mentality that could almost be compared to that of a content child's, but the mischievous edge that will forever hide just under the charming smile tends to make others wary and unsure if she's honest about most the things she says or does (Which normally ends in her having been deceitful after all). Reivyn considers herself as a visionary of sorts, wanting to shape the world into her desired playground and to corrode all the honesty and decency off the face of Gaia, a goal that she feels will be easily completed within the Cirque. She heavily respects all her fellow members, however, due to her pride, this is something that she'd never admit out loud to anyone, unless it's directed towards their fearless leader, then she would unabashedly speak her loyalty, she'll even admit to feeling a bit inspired by the drive the Madame has put forth to accomplish her goals. Reivyn is also the sort of person that just wants to watch the world burn, believing that everyone is damned from the beginning and should just accept that fact and make the best monsters out of themselves as they can, the same as she has. Obviously, this means her moral beliefs are next to non-existent.
Abilities Thanks to her reptilian traits, Reivyn comes complete with the ability to twist her body in ways that would kill a normal person--her bones are really just a strong form of cartilage--and a set of fangs that secret a deadly venom that causes muscle necrosis and paralysis of the heart and lungs. It is fast acting and takes almost no time to start doing its damage. Of course, her pet snakes that she keeps on hand at all times aren't just for show, all of them tending to be venomous, as well, but she hardly feels the need to use them in a fight, preferring instead for the animals to be used for stealth reasons and quite take-outs only. She's adept at using swords--after having lived for so long, she's had plenty of time to learn all a large variety of skills--her favorite being the rapier. Reivyn can also tear clean through a person with her hands, therefore to make the kill quicker, she keeps her nails long and sharp like many reptilian animals. Also, another unnatural trait is her almost inhuman strength. Despite her appearance, she's perfectly capable of accomplishing feats that could make a athletes jealous and body builders piss themselves (But she normally likes to take the lazy route and have other people do things for her). And, of course, her two last snakeish qualities would be the ability to unhinge her jaw and swallow her food whole--shocking, huh? xD--and charm her prey into an almost trance-like state.
Weaknesses Reivyn is cocky to a fault, she's been guilty of biting off more than she can chew on more than one occasion. Sweets and shiny things are high on her list and she can be bribed into almost anything when presented with either, even things that anyone with common sense could see would be a bad idea. Reivyn's terrified of the cook. And clowns, sadly enough ("They're fxcking creepy, dammit!"). Like real snakes, she sheds, and during that time, her body is extra sensitive. She normally stays in her tent at those times, but its hard to avoid payback by the other troupe members. Her mind never shuts off, she's constantly thinking, and though this is a useful trait, it often causes her to over-think situations immensely and end up turning simple scenarios into something complicated and image wrecking. Sometimes, if she's really interested in something, she becomes so excited and obsessive over it that she tends to forsake everything else. It's unhealthy, especially when it has to do with a fight.
Backstory Though it is true that most stories start at the beginning, this one begins somewhere in the middle. The reason for this is that Reivyn cannot remember the beginning of her existence, nor does she care to. It was much too long ago, you see. However, she does know that since the beginning, she was never alone. She had a brother…well, had might not be the right word, she still has one…she just lost him. Not that she’s worried about him, he’s much stronger than she (though, she’s faster. A good balance if they’d stuck together) and if she’s capable of surviving, she has no doubt in her mind that he’s handling himself just as well. Though, admittedly, she has questioned a few times on whether or not he’s turned out the way she imagines or if he’s anything like she is now. She hopes so, in all honesty, it’d be boring if he turned out to be some sort of goody two shoes. In fact, she’d find that outcome to be detestable and might give thought to ending his misery if it were too severe a case.
Since their part, Reivyn’s been delighting in the darker side of life, indulging in anything that she found interesting—yes, that does mean she’s found her way into a drug party or two, but she thinks it’s no big deal, her body breaks down and neutralizes any harmful foreign substance she ingests. More than once, she’s been drug down so deep into the underworld that she’s risked landing her happy a** in jail for life sentences…or worse, the death penalty, however, this has never “scared her straight” or deterred her, in fact, it’s only excited her more and drawn her in even deeper. Since it’s such an addictive way of life, the Romanian (..or Romanian-like since Gaia doesn’t have a Romania xD) decided that the entire world should be able to enjoy things the way she does, to express themselves fully and be as big of a monster as they want. It’s her goal in life, if you will, to show the “truth of the heart” and make everyone understand how sick and twisted they really are, even if they don’t believe it at first.
With this thought in mind, she set off to begin the first steps to accomplishing such a big goal, spreading deviancy like the plague wasn’t such an easy thing to do, after all, though most didn’t take much to tempt, others were tougher nutshells to crack. In the end, however, it was almost assured that her victims would submit and indulge. It just took a little coaxing and a push over the edge. But alas, no matter how many people she introduced to the “truth”, it never seemed to be enough to make a dent in the way society held itself. Feeling discouraged and in a brief moment of vulnerability—and fairly disappointed that it was nearly impossible to be tattooed thanks to her scales—she had stumbled out of the town she had been lurking around and into the neighboring forest, plopping down at the edge of the tree-line to sulk.
While she was pouting like a child, muttering curses and other obscenities, voices accompanied by various hisses caught her attention, causing her head to snap in the direction they’d come from. Her eyes had landed on, unsurprisingly, a couple of snakes that were conversing—well, she would be the only one to understand them, but that’s what they were doing—about a circus. She had, in all honesty, never taken the time to go to a circus, deeming them to be for children and nowhere near interesting enough for her to take time out of her day to go and check out. However, as if by fate, she felt swayed by the words they were using, the most interesting and attention catching being “freakshow”. Ah, now there was something to look forwards to. Anyone christened with the title of Freak HAD to have an interesting (warped) opinion about life that was worth hearing about. So, standing up and leaving the two, she made her way back into the town. Before even making it five feet down the beaten path, another act of fate occurred: Reivyn “Sin” Von Devereux met Goliath, the first snake that would join her on her travels.
In new company and bubbling with excitement for some unknown reason over something she’d previously not cared for, the reptilian woman found slipped under the big-top of the circus that was performing and found a seat by herself—fairly amused that no one would take up any of the seats next to her. Her wine-colored optics grew in size with each act that she saw, her body unconsciously moving forwards until she was on the edge of her seat, delighted and enthralled in what she was seeing. And then, the moment of truth came. The freak show was about to be displayed.
In one fell swoop, her hopes were brought up to their peaking point and destroyed in front of her. It was a fraud. It was all fake! There were no real freaks, just people in costume, or, even worse, with small time deformities such as a lost limb. Despite the deception, however, her mind reasoned that all myths start in truth somewhere, it had to be the same for this. She was confident that somewhere there was a circus worth seeing. And so her fascination began to develop and grow to almost obsessive proportions. She searched high and low for a worth circus, but found disappointment with each new one she found. On the verge of giving up, a flyer flew past her, the brightly colored paper catching her eye long enough for her to read the large, bold declaration of “Cirque Du Noire” at the top of the page. What could it hurt to try one more time? And so she did. And she was not disappointed with what she saw, alas, this circus too lacked a proper freak performance, but it didn’t boast to have a fake one either.
Goliath, having seen Reivyn disappointed enough times came up with the idea of her to apply for the position herself. There wouldn’t be a worthier circus in the world than one that had her, right? It was perfect! She sought out the Ringmaster, Mademoiselle Silencieux, and gave her proposal. (Well, with how egotistical Reivyn is, it was more of an ultimatum of “accept me or miss out”, but it was all meant in good nature, honest!) After a long and tedious interview that consisted of the Madame skeptically sending wave after wave of intense questioning and intimidating glances at the reptilian woman, Reivyn had been allowed in on a probationary term. It was a reasonable start.
Now several years later, she now has a miniature army of “stragglers” she’s picked up and is living contently with her fellow carnies. She’s become rather attached to the others and is unwilling to part with them for fear of being alone once more. Though she wasn’t “shy” in the beginning, she’s become more comfortable among them and goes to extreme lengths to throw them out of their comfort zones and turn them to the “dark side” just like she is—she’d never really given up on that goal, and now, with the traveling, she’s wider victim range. Though she flirts and jests with many of them, she considers them, for the most part, more like siblings—the Madame being the exception, she likes to teasingly refer to her as the “Mother” figure—and isn’t romantically involved with any of them, but she’ll beat the skin off of any outsider that tries to worm their way into her family for the wrong reasons—and depending on who it is and how close she is, she’ll do it just because she doesn’t like anyone that could possibly threaten the way things are tearing her family apart. No one in the world has that right and she’ll defend her belief to the end, even if it does seem controlling and warped. She generally distrusts new recruits, even more-so considering Noire’s ultimate goal, thinking them unworthy and in need of proving themselves. Anyone who fails to make the cut WILL be dealt with.
Her happiness is second only to her family's and she'll never allow anyone to take it away. This is a dream she hopes will last forever and she'll do anything in her power to keep it that way, taking any necessary (and unnecessary) measures to make sure that the reality that is the Cirque isn't destroyed.
Facts Reivyn hardly takes anything seriously on the outside, but her mind is always at work with ways to turn any situation in her favor.
Reivyn, in all actuality, hates people that are naive and innocent in nature, finding them to be idiotic and useless. She feels its her place to show them what the world is really like.
Reivyn sees the world from one point of view and absolutely refuses to accept that it could be any different.
Everyone, in Reivyn's eyes,(excluding her fellow cirque members, of course) is an outsider. Outsiders are toys and sheep, but above all, they're disposable.
Despite what most people would believe, snakes aren't Reivyn's favorite animal...actually, she doesn't have a favorite animal at all, she likes arachnids. She even has a Cobalt Blue Tarantula as a pet in her tent, she hardly lets anyone else handle it, preferring to keep it to herself.
Despite what everyone thinks, Reivyn's never suffered anything she considers traumatic. In fact, she's had a fairly easy life in her opinion. She does the things she does because she can and she likes to, there's no deeper reason than that. Still waters don't run deep in this instance.
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As the ringmaster continued her reprimanding, the warning about losing one of her precious snakes hung heavily on Reivyn's mind and the grin slid from her lips so quickly, it could have been reasoned that it was never there in the first place. Instead, in its place sat a deep set from with wide, understanding eyes to accompany. Unconsciously, the whitenette had slung her arms up and crossed them over her chest as if hugging herself, though, it was more so to draw the animals intertwined across her body closer to her for protection. "Ah! That never even crossssed my mind! I'm ssso sssorry!" The last of her words was only partially directed to the well respected woman in front of her, and partially to the now upset animals that seemed to be returning the affections she was presenting them with, tightening even more so around her petite body, the chorus of hisses and comforting nuzzles displaying their forgiveness as her face contorted into that of an apologetic child that had been insensitive and horrid to their sibling. "I'll be sure to be more careful from now on, I ssswear!"
Instantaneously, with the knowledge that it wasn't held against her, the snake-like female grinned largely and let her arms slide from her frame just in time to be greeted by the illusionist himself, Ace. Cute kid--well, that might have been an exaggeration, he most certainly wasn't a kid--and kind, too. Someone the obviously corrupt-minded woman found absolutely mind boggling. How could someone, in a world like this, be so...decent? It really was a mystery to her. One day, she intended to fix that little problem, but that was all in good time, Rome wasn't built in a day and there were a lot of people on her list before him to make turn to deviancy. Snapping from her inner plotting, a large, too innocent smile tilted up the femme fatale's darkened lips. "Oh~ Lookie, lookie, Ace is up from the dead, too~!" While speaking, she had wrapped an arm around Eli once more and gave a light shake as if she were bringing to her attention one of the most interesting details of life. Of course, she noted the shift in expression on their ringmaster's face, as well, but it was just a useless detail in her opinion and she paid it no heed. It wasn't the first time the woman had changed her mood so quickly. Secretly--which is not secretly at all--Reivyn speculates whether or not Mademoiselle Silencieux is bipolar. Or at least a little manic depressive. "Yesss! I inssisst you join usss. In fact, you have no choicce from thisss moment on. I'm kidnapping you~<3" To back up her words, a half-assed attempt to tackle him had been made. It didn't have any of the intended affects considering he was taller, stronger, and in shoes that gave him more leverage on the ground. Instead, she didn't even budge him from his positioning so it looked more like an awkward hug. "...I officially hate your tallernesss..." Yeah, not the most articulate insult, but..fxck it, it's all she had.
Before more could be said, or done, a pungent smell caught the serpentine female by surprise and instantly, out of defense almost, her hand flew up to cover her nose, trying to block out the motley of scents that came wafting towards her accompanied by the slurring voice of Alexander. That caused her to c**k a perfectly shaped eyebrow at the drunken male. Wasn't he normally a bit more...composed? Even if he were drunk. And since when was he a fan of bar brawls? Eyes twinkling excitedly and grin widening to Cheshire proportions, a small, tinkling giggle of pure delight left the flirtatious freak. "Yess! I finally got him to join the dark sssside!" Suddenly realizing what she had said and the fact that she had said it out loud instead of thinking, it Reivyn cupped a hand over her mouth and gave a shifty glance at everyone in the group, luckily, it seemed her "epic plans of corruption and doom"--the snake that named her plans had been sick when this particular one came up--went unheard as the intoxicated man began to stagger closer, propping most his weight on the crescent moon-fixated woman.
The intensity of her smile only seemed to grow as he began his confessional ramblings. It was just so amusing and, in a warped sense, self-fulfilling to see him in such a state, even if she hadn't been the one to put him in it. "How sssweet of you~ But I am MUCH more interesssted in thossse battle-woundsss. You should tell me about them, inssstead." Naturally, her request would go uncompleted as Ruby came forwards to drag him away. With a pout, she flung out an arm and gave a half-hearted protest of "Noo, wait! I wanted to hear the ssstory!!" Another unheeded request. But she bounced back quickly, giving a shrug and dismissive wave as if having given up on the situation entirely before turning to the unhappy juggler. She attached herself to the girl once more, arms holding her hostage so that the slightly taller woman could grin cheekily while nuzzling her. "Hey, c'mon, he wasss jusst complimenting you~ You should be happy he thinkss you're beautiful. I mysself think you're a-d-o-r-a-b-l-e~" Another bout of happy laughter left her as she released the flaxen haired performer. As they stepped forwards, and the blonde had proposed a challenge towards the illusionist, the fanged Romanian shook her head. "Hey, that might not be a good idea....the cook is really ssscary, you know? He might throw ssomething sharp at you." A deep frown pulled down her lips once more at one memory in particular. She had only made the teeniest, tiniest comment about her bread being stale when a cleaver had lodged itself in the seat she had been sitting in. If not for her overly-sharp reflexes, she might have suffered a marring scar.
As her eye twitched in irritation at the reverie, another had joined their presence, pulling a stunt that most would have avoided around the other performers. "My~ The creep-ssster hasss arrived." She didn't ignore the defensive display Ace put on, but she didn't intend to stop it either. She thought it would have been funny if his hand had accidentally slipped. Well, she didn't want to lose a "sibling" or anything, nor did she want the Cirque to suffer a loss, but how often does one get to see a violent slip up from a normally docile person? Noticing they had--annoyingly enough--paused in their walking, an impatient sigh left the seductive female's mouth and she grabbed a hold of Eli and Ace's arms, encouraging them to step forwards. "Yesss, yesss, we're all here now, we might asss well continue together, now let'sss ssstop dilly-dallying....all thisss group bonding hasss made me thirssty."
She didn't mind being with them all and being able to talk and goof around with them, not at all, but it was a bit of an inconvenience and, to her at least, a complete irritation to have been side tracked from her main goal for so long. It was a mental quirk of her's, she needed to get whatever she planned done first before anything else, and she had set it in her mind to make it to the mess hall, so it was only a matter of time before she fell back into her initial goal. The others being there was a bonus.
Instantaneously, with the knowledge that it wasn't held against her, the snake-like female grinned largely and let her arms slide from her frame just in time to be greeted by the illusionist himself, Ace. Cute kid--well, that might have been an exaggeration, he most certainly wasn't a kid--and kind, too. Someone the obviously corrupt-minded woman found absolutely mind boggling. How could someone, in a world like this, be so...decent? It really was a mystery to her. One day, she intended to fix that little problem, but that was all in good time, Rome wasn't built in a day and there were a lot of people on her list before him to make turn to deviancy. Snapping from her inner plotting, a large, too innocent smile tilted up the femme fatale's darkened lips. "Oh~ Lookie, lookie, Ace is up from the dead, too~!" While speaking, she had wrapped an arm around Eli once more and gave a light shake as if she were bringing to her attention one of the most interesting details of life. Of course, she noted the shift in expression on their ringmaster's face, as well, but it was just a useless detail in her opinion and she paid it no heed. It wasn't the first time the woman had changed her mood so quickly. Secretly--which is not secretly at all--Reivyn speculates whether or not Mademoiselle Silencieux is bipolar. Or at least a little manic depressive. "Yesss! I inssisst you join usss. In fact, you have no choicce from thisss moment on. I'm kidnapping you~<3" To back up her words, a half-assed attempt to tackle him had been made. It didn't have any of the intended affects considering he was taller, stronger, and in shoes that gave him more leverage on the ground. Instead, she didn't even budge him from his positioning so it looked more like an awkward hug. "...I officially hate your tallernesss..." Yeah, not the most articulate insult, but..fxck it, it's all she had.
Before more could be said, or done, a pungent smell caught the serpentine female by surprise and instantly, out of defense almost, her hand flew up to cover her nose, trying to block out the motley of scents that came wafting towards her accompanied by the slurring voice of Alexander. That caused her to c**k a perfectly shaped eyebrow at the drunken male. Wasn't he normally a bit more...composed? Even if he were drunk. And since when was he a fan of bar brawls? Eyes twinkling excitedly and grin widening to Cheshire proportions, a small, tinkling giggle of pure delight left the flirtatious freak. "Yess! I finally got him to join the dark sssside!" Suddenly realizing what she had said and the fact that she had said it out loud instead of thinking, it Reivyn cupped a hand over her mouth and gave a shifty glance at everyone in the group, luckily, it seemed her "epic plans of corruption and doom"--the snake that named her plans had been sick when this particular one came up--went unheard as the intoxicated man began to stagger closer, propping most his weight on the crescent moon-fixated woman.
The intensity of her smile only seemed to grow as he began his confessional ramblings. It was just so amusing and, in a warped sense, self-fulfilling to see him in such a state, even if she hadn't been the one to put him in it. "How sssweet of you~ But I am MUCH more interesssted in thossse battle-woundsss. You should tell me about them, inssstead." Naturally, her request would go uncompleted as Ruby came forwards to drag him away. With a pout, she flung out an arm and gave a half-hearted protest of "Noo, wait! I wanted to hear the ssstory!!" Another unheeded request. But she bounced back quickly, giving a shrug and dismissive wave as if having given up on the situation entirely before turning to the unhappy juggler. She attached herself to the girl once more, arms holding her hostage so that the slightly taller woman could grin cheekily while nuzzling her. "Hey, c'mon, he wasss jusst complimenting you~ You should be happy he thinkss you're beautiful. I mysself think you're a-d-o-r-a-b-l-e~" Another bout of happy laughter left her as she released the flaxen haired performer. As they stepped forwards, and the blonde had proposed a challenge towards the illusionist, the fanged Romanian shook her head. "Hey, that might not be a good idea....the cook is really ssscary, you know? He might throw ssomething sharp at you." A deep frown pulled down her lips once more at one memory in particular. She had only made the teeniest, tiniest comment about her bread being stale when a cleaver had lodged itself in the seat she had been sitting in. If not for her overly-sharp reflexes, she might have suffered a marring scar.
As her eye twitched in irritation at the reverie, another had joined their presence, pulling a stunt that most would have avoided around the other performers. "My~ The creep-ssster hasss arrived." She didn't ignore the defensive display Ace put on, but she didn't intend to stop it either. She thought it would have been funny if his hand had accidentally slipped. Well, she didn't want to lose a "sibling" or anything, nor did she want the Cirque to suffer a loss, but how often does one get to see a violent slip up from a normally docile person? Noticing they had--annoyingly enough--paused in their walking, an impatient sigh left the seductive female's mouth and she grabbed a hold of Eli and Ace's arms, encouraging them to step forwards. "Yesss, yesss, we're all here now, we might asss well continue together, now let'sss ssstop dilly-dallying....all thisss group bonding hasss made me thirssty."
She didn't mind being with them all and being able to talk and goof around with them, not at all, but it was a bit of an inconvenience and, to her at least, a complete irritation to have been side tracked from her main goal for so long. It was a mental quirk of her's, she needed to get whatever she planned done first before anything else, and she had set it in her mind to make it to the mess hall, so it was only a matter of time before she fell back into her initial goal. The others being there was a bonus.
