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 Posted: Tue May 18, 2010 2:38 pm
"Riyo... Do you ever wonder what it would be like to have the things this life has denied you? Like... Children?"
"Atticus, even if I could have kids, I wouldn't. Why would I want to continue a lineage that has nothing but bad blood? Why would I want to bring something innocent into a den of lions?
... Moreover, I don't think I could live with the possibility of being just like... Her..."
Hey there guys!
Welcome to my little quest thread.
Kick your shoes off, stay awhile.
I think it's still a little...
Lacking.
But I'm working on it as I think of more things to add.
Feel free to post, I don't bite.
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Posted: Tue May 18, 2010 2:40 pm
The Funds...
Current Funds:
91,0000g
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Posted: Tue May 18, 2010 2:42 pm
The (Un)expecting Mother-to-Be...
 Name: Riyo [No last name]
Age: Old enough that she stopped counting.
Race: Black Cat
Height: 5'9"
Body Type: Slim/slender to the point where she looks slightly mal-nourished. Not very muscular.
Face Type: Thin and slightly long with a soft chin.
Complexion: Pale.
Eye color: Crimson red
Eye type: Narrow and cat-like.
Hair color: Dirty blonde
Hair Style: Straight with hair hanging over her left eye that goes down to her shoulder blades (or possibly a little longer, since many people have drawn her that way)
Special Markings / features: Black feline ears on either side of her head, a thin, yet long black cat tail, moderately long nails, and the fangs of a cat.
Physical Flaws: The number 13 in roman numerals carved into the back of her neck. Has the tendencies of a stigmata and will randomly bleed.
Weakness(es):
- A severe lack of self-control...
When Riyo feels the need to do something, she does it. Telling her that it's probably not a good idea isn't reason enough to make her stop. Unless you present her with a good reason and you do it quickly, physical force will be needed.
- Selfishness...
Riyo doesn't do things for other people to benefit them, half the time. It all comes back to how it will affect her. She's with people because they make her happy. She does things for people so, in turn, they won't grow to dislike her. She was starved for the good feelings people now provide in her younger years, and tries to make up for time lost.
-Social Awkwardness...
Not that she realizes just how socially awkward she really is. Ironically, being somewhat of an intellectual philosopher, she never learned the foot in mouth technique. Moreover, her people skills are... Well... To better phrase it, she doesn't really have any.
Strengths:
- Good at surviving...
Honestly, it's self-explanitory. If left alone to her own devices (which she has been in the past), she'll have virtually no problem fending for herself.
- Likes learning new things...
With an open mind much like a child, she's ready to absorb anything of interest.
General Demeanor: During quiet/peaceful times, Riyo's quicker to sit back and enjoy the roses than cause problems by herself. She's more than happy to mingle with the people she calls friends and have fun to the extent that her mind allows.
But during times of chaos, she'll become chameleon like and absorb into the color of her scene. Sort of like a time-bomb waiting to explode. Rationality is thrown to the wind
Hobbies: People and nature watching, drinking (it's totally a hobby), anything she hasn't tried once.
Career: Wanderer
Weapon of choice: Retractable claws and the bite of a carnivore.
Colors of choice: Red and black.
Clothing style: While not incredibly picky, Riyo would rather wear something comfortable than fancy. And when she does wear clothes, it's usually something modest and covering. That's what clothes are for, right? Covering yourself? True to her nature, the usual attire is black. And dresses aren't something she lavishes in, but will occasionally wear one for the sake of feeling feminine for a short while.
That being said, she doesn't mind spending some time in just her skivvies (... Which are pink, by the way. It's an inside joke).
History: Here is her backstory if you're interested.
After her somewhat... Extreme beginnings, little Riyo became a nomad in the woods, living off the fat of the land, if you will. She grew up with only herself and a little voice in her head to keep her company, but that's damn fine if you never found people to be good for your health anyways.
When she was introduced to humanity, she quickly learned the idea of adaptation. The world was a cruel place, and she could be cruel right back. In fact, she learned to "make a killing" on killing. For someone with nothing to loose, the thought of mercenaries and bounty hunters was more of a welcome relief than a bad idea.
As years turned into centuries, she found herself with more money than she really knew what to do with, so she "retired" and built herself a mansion in the middle of nowhere.
And that's where she still lives today, with her many cats and... Some rather interesting characters. While she may consider herself retired, she does still leave the mansion every once in awhile in search for some work to keep things 'lively'.
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Posted: Tue May 18, 2010 2:43 pm
The Unsuspecting Father-to-Be...
 Name: Atticus Rall
Age: A little older than Riyo.
Race: Raven
Height: 6'3"
Body Type: Slim, not muscular at all.
Face Type: Somewhat long.
Complexion: Pale.
Eye color: Black
Eye type: Narrow
Hair color: Also Black
Hair Style: long hair with bangs that curl under on one side.
Special Markings / features: Raven wings that are too small for flight.
Physical Flaws: Hollow bones (cause he's a bird... Even though he can't fly. Bummer man)
Weakness(es):
- Can't take a hit very well...
He's a bit of a wuss when it comes to taking a punch. You would be too with hollow bird bones.
- No emotions...
Atticus is in a constant state of neutral. He doesn't laugh. He doesn't cry. He doesn't smile. He doesn't frown. This isn't to say he doesn't wish he could, but he's not saying anything about it. This also makes him somewhat insensitive to the problems of the people around him.
Strengths:
-Fast as a jackrabbit...
His weakness is also his strength somewhat. He may not be a weight lifter, but he can move with the swiftness of a bunny and the grace of a swan. That sounds pretty gay, doesn't it?
-Pass the syringe, please...
Along with being fast, he's somewhat proficient with small weapons. Being a doctor, he's got all the tools to kill somebody before they realize it... Like a ninja with a PhD in kicking your a**. (not really)
General Demeanor: Neutral, as stated before.
Hobbies: Sewing (that's right, he sews. Big deal.) and playing violin.
Career: Doctor
Weapon of choice: scalpel and syringe.
Colors of choice: Grayscale/monochrome. Maybe a dab of red.
Clothing style: Formal. Gloves, suit, tie. The whole shebang. He only dresses casual on a blue moon.
History: Atticus's beginnings in this life were much less strenuous than Riyo's. Unlike her, he had been born into a family with compassion and love for their strange son. From them, he learned the tools of the trade to become a doctor. Since the day he was old enough to think, he'd known about the black cat's fate and how he tied in... Though, he was too busy trying to live a normal life to spare a helping hand.
In previous lifetimes, he had risked his life and even died for previous generations of her family. For once, he wanted to be selfish like all of them had been.
It turns out that this time was the worst time to try such a thing, since it had the worst outcome.
By the time the raven finally got around to finding the black cat, it was a little too late to do anything for her but offer a belated hand of friendship. A hand that she would've rather spit on than shake.
However, through the long, long years she's gradually let him in to her little cocoon of a heart, and he's slowly realized how much he regrets not being there for her. He'll never tell her that, though.
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Posted: Tue May 18, 2010 2:44 pm
The Tangled Web... So, you may ask "What makes them such a great couple?"
I dunno where you got that from, but I never said they were a great couple. In fact, most of the time when their hands are wrapped around eachother, it's tightly around the other's neck.
It's a very love-hate relationship. Yes, love-hate. Not just hate (though it sounds like it). Riyo holds a very old grudge against the raven for not being there when she needed him the most, but realizes that he's here now and, even if he's obnoxious with party-pooper tendencies, he tells her the truth whether she wants to hear it or not. Atticus hates Riyo for things she really can't help, and when he realizes this/tries to pity her, she won't accept his pity. But that's also what brings him back every time. That strong-willed blockhead with the blonde hair who only gives him the time of day when she wants to... The only thing that makes him feel alive...
Still, they won't admit to eachother that they actually care. They've tried a few times, and each time has ended rather poorly for the both of them. So they stay, for lack of a better term, "friends"... Who just happen to always be there when the other might need them.
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Posted: Tue May 18, 2010 2:45 pm
The Child...
I really don't have any specifications on what the child should be besides female. Everything else, as far as I can think, is up in the air.
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Posted: Tue May 18, 2010 2:47 pm
The Happening... There was a muffled clinging of glass as Riyo approached the tall and foreboding door of her eerily quiet home. No sounds came from inside. No television, no radio, no footsteps. Even the crickets seemed to avoid the mansion stuffed in the dark crevices of the woods.
"Honey, I'm home..." Was her sarcastic response to the non-existent greeting as she juggled the plastic bags into one hand and pulled out the skeleton keys from her pocket. After years of practice, she'd gotten good at opening that old rusty lock. There was a loud pop as the door creaked open, an unwelcome greeting for most, but it suited her just fine.
In mere seconds, Riyo had become reacquainted with her antique couch, the bag of mysterious goods on the floor next to her. They didn't stay mysterious for long.
"And now, my old friend, we dance the night away." Her long fingers reached in and pulled out, wouldn't you know it, a bottle of vodka. Before another sound was made in the house, the bottle was open with the cap on the floor pouring liquid courage down her throat. This was how most nights went now. In the less than satisfactory act of drowning her troubles in the strongest alcohol that could be found at the local store. And, more times than not, it was alone.
It was what most people considered a piss poor quality of life. Doing nothing but drinking yourself to sleep. Oh well. Other people could shove it as far as she cared.
That was when her ears perked at the sound of a car turning off onto her little dirt road through the forest. It could be one of two things. One: a traveler that took a wrong turn, or two: Atticus.
Sure enough, when the car pulled up to the house and the car door echoed through the night air, she was sure number two was the correct answer.
There were no knocks. Such formalities had been long-forgotten. In her doorway stood a tall man in a doctors uniform with a look of pure neutral glued upon his face. "Drinking yourself into a stupor again, I see." for a simple 'hello' would've been too easy.
"Barging into my house with nothing to show for it again, I see." She shot back and crossed her legs onto the cushions, taking up the whole couch so he had nowhere to sit. He instead made himself at home by sitting on the arm of the couch. Well damn.
"And what brings you to my little corner of the world, Atticus? Feeling the need for my company?"
The lanky man rolled his eyes and grabbed one of the bottles from her bag. With an unnoticed look of anger from his female friend's face, he proceeded to open and take a swig. He did not respond to her question.
There was something wrong. No snappy comeback degrading her and any company she could offer. No shot at her idea of fun being drinking games... Nothing. What was troubling him? Did she want to know? He was a buzz kill, after all...
There were a few minutes of silence where the only sound was liquid flowing. Atticus stared directly at the carpeted floor, while Riyo's eyes were glued to the ceiling.
Before she finally built up the guilt to ask him, Atticus managed to spill the beans all by himself.
"Riyo... Do you ever wonder what it would be like to have the things this life has denied you? Like... Children?" Atticus asked in his usual monotone... Though, there was a sadness one could feel floating through the air... Oh boy. She felt like a parent about to give the birds and the bees talk to their child.
"Atticus, even if I could have kids, I wouldn't. Why would I want to continue a lineage that has nothing but bad blood? Why would I want to bring something innocent into a den of lions?
... Moreover, I don't think I could live with the possibility of being just like... Her..."
Riyo didn't have to define who she was referring to. Atticus knew all-too-well she was talking about her Mother... With her response, he could only assume that she had thought about it. The aura of sadness grew thicker as another creature joined in the feeling.
"You're terrified of it, aren't you?" Atticus asked her reluctantly.
Riyo looked down at her vodka with an exasperated sigh. "Terrified? No... We both know I couldn't get pregnant anyways. So I guess it's just one of those irrational fears like clowns or the number 23..." Before she gave herself the opportunity to be miserable, Riyo gulped down almost half the bottle of strong liquor.
There were times when Atticus hated seeing her like that... Looking defeated. But at the same time, he realized in a bittersweet moment that he was probably the only one who got to see that side. Before his mind could drift off, he felt a soft thud on his leg. Atticus was pleasantly surprised to see Riyo using him as a pillow. The alcohol was obviously setting in. "So, wanna spend the night here? We could have some fun..."
Atticus's eyebrow raised. "You did notice it's a harvest moon tonight. You sure you're feeling okay?" Ever since Riyo was a child, the harvest moon has held bad omen's for his feline friend. That was the whole reason why he'd come over tonight... He didn't want to get a call from her in the morning saying that she needed some last-minute surgery because of an amputation, or that she needed help chopping up a dead body.
"Fine as a fiddle, actually. But you'd be a better judge of that since you play violin. Now c'mon. My red silk bed sheets look amazing in the light of the harvest moon." Riyo took another drink and stood up with a slightly awkward step. She wasn't drunk yet, but she'd be smashed before the night was over. She always was.
Atticus sighed and stood up as well, not even close to her level of intoxication. "Lead the way, m'lady." He wanted to say more so badly. Wanted to tell her that he hated seeing her drink away her troubles night after night. That life didn't have to be so lonely for her... That... Maybe he cared about her a little more than he let on.
He supposed that this facade would have to do for now...
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Posted: Tue May 18, 2010 2:48 pm
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Posted: Tue May 18, 2010 2:50 pm
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Posted: Tue May 18, 2010 2:51 pm
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Posted: Tue May 18, 2010 2:51 pm
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Posted: Tue May 18, 2010 2:53 pm
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Posted: Tue May 18, 2010 2:54 pm
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Posted: Tue May 18, 2010 2:56 pm
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Posted: Tue May 18, 2010 2:57 pm
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