Post by _Guest on Jul 2, 2014 8:37:12 GMT 1
Name/Alias: Jay
Age: 17
Gender (optional): Female
Timezone (optional): EST
How did you find Palandri? (optional): I as recommended by Iya
Character Info
Full Name: Riza Valkri
Race: Pyromentalist
Class (optional): Pyromentalist
Age: 19
Sexuality (optional): Undecided
Face Claim: Gugu Mbatha-raw
Bio (personality/history):
As the sun neared its peak on the summer solstice nineteen years ago, Riza Valkri was born. Her father called her a miracle, a blessing from the High Goddess herself.
Her childhood wasn’t extraordinary in any sense of the word. Riza was the firstborn to a young couple who both served in the military, thus had an easier upbringing than some of the lower class citizens. Much like her father she began to show promise as a pyromentalist at a very young age. By the time she was five she had become the elder sister of a set of twin boys. One of which took after their mother and was a mundane, the other considerably weaker and more fragile as an infant but still had a fire burning brightly.
The family was very close, despite that her father often had to travel after reaching an impressive status within his career. Once she reached the age of ten, she gave her family pride by learning the rudimentary skills and began the long journey of controlling her gift. By the age of fourteen, she decided that she would enter the military and hopefully climb up the ranks to a position that would allow her to provide for her family; namely her brother who still had health complications due to an illness that nearly stole his life from him when he was three. With the knowledge his girl would join the fight, Riza’s father did what he could to prepare her for the world she would be entering once she came of age.
In the academy Riza met another young woman named Nazirah; in the matter of weeks, the two had grown incredibly close. So close that it was seldom for one to be seen without the other during lessons and if mischief was caused, it wasn’t unusual to suspect the two girls. They did everything together. Went over their studies, practiced their formations, and loftily watched the beautiful people go by perched on stone benches. Nazirah had been two months older than Riza thus her coming of age ceremony was held first. By her side, Riza stood with a hand on her shoulder as their house’s insignia was burned into her hand. Not soon after the roles were reversed, and together they joined to fight the rightful fight.
As luck would have it, they were placed into the same rookie unit and started their training as soldiers and pyromentalists. The pay was still low at such a basic rank, but it was good. Riza’s life was good. That is, till the ambush happened.
Patrolling the Greyice Mountains hadn’t meant to be a dangerous mission—grueling and unforgiving, sure—but grunt work at the end of the day. The unit had set up camp and were taking turns in pairs to cover the stretch of land they were given. All was well till a set of soldiers did not return for over an hour. Within the next three, only her commander and Riza managed to make it to safety.
A sufferer of survivor’s guilt and grief stricken, Riza continued to pursue who career. She entered a new unit and trained harder in hopes to be prepared the next time she was caught off guard. However working herself to exhaustion caused concern amongst her family, her parents especially, who understood her pain and begged her to take time off. With any normal circumstances she wouldn’t have had the choice to leave her brothers in arms, but her father and mother’s statuses were able to alleviate her from her current position.
Riza was given till the age of twenty-one to have time to herself before she must return to the military or she will become a disgraced soldier and cause her family great shame.
With the money she’s made, she wanders; getting stronger and angrier along the way.
If the Volcanion house had control none of this would have happened. She’d still have her best friend. She wouldn’t feel this hollow.
RP sample (optional, but recommended):
There’s blood. So much blood. But before there was blood there were screams of surprise and agony. There were shouts of orders and the clambering of still clumsy soldiers. She could barely climb out of the thin blankets that covered her before she knew what was happening. The attackers were fast—faster than Riza had ever imagined they could be. Dark shadows moved, quick and calculated, while her fellow soldiers dropped before so much as a flame could flicker from their fingertips.
The floodgates in her veins opened and adrenaline began to pump while her heart began to beat so hard it nearly lodged itself in her throat. She began to attack on the defensive, attempting to stop the slaughter of her friends. Hours passed—no maybe it was seconds—in such a way.
“FALL BACK.” Her commander screams over the loud squelches and noises of agony.
And she was. She’s tumbling backwards and trying to fight the exhaustion of using so much power in such little time. Never had she been forced to exert so much energy. Never had she’d seen so much death. Riza had nearly made it to the hidden brush till she saw a familiar upturned nose and auburn hair cascading over a rock and onto the ground.
Without thought, she was running over to the body. “No, no, no.” She hissed, “Nazirah. Oh, Nazirah come on!” She hissed, fingers running over her friends face, hitting her cooling cheek a few times. “Get up! We need to leave!”
Cursing, she carefully hoisted the young woman over her shoulder and began to run back to safety, legs trembling underneath her. Pyromentalists weren’t meant to sustain this much weight. Heaving, she forced herself to continue, eyes searching the mountains for a spot to rest and awaken her unconscious friend.
Time was lost while she did so. One moment she was stumbling from the massacre, the next she was in a shallow cave emptying her stomach’s contents at the mouth of it. Riza stumbled back to her friend, eyes flitting over her form. She hadn’t noticed the blood that had seeped from her gut and through her armor nor the burns along her arms. Probably from a panicked soldier who wasn’t paying attention. Her unnaturally stiff body causes another sickly taste to fill Riza’s mouth.
Body shaking, breath held, Riza pressed two fingers past the thin red leather necklace that was snug against her skin and to the cold neck.
Then there was screaming.
A strangled gasp awoke her from her sleep. She blinked wearily at the sun filtering in through the window and sat up from her bed, wiping away the cold sweat on her forehead. Riza scrubbed a hand down her cheek as she climbed out of the bed that wasn't hers and stalked over to the bowl of cool water.
Quick and perfunctory like how her previous commander showed her, she freshened herself and began to pull on her clothing. Riza touched the leather necklace around her throat and looked towards the sun. “High Goddess be with you,” She repeated the words Nazirah often said then turned to grab her things.
It was another day. There was another lesson to be learned.
Age: 17
Gender (optional): Female
Timezone (optional): EST
How did you find Palandri? (optional): I as recommended by Iya
Character Info
Full Name: Riza Valkri
Race: Pyromentalist
Class (optional): Pyromentalist
Age: 19
Sexuality (optional): Undecided
Face Claim: Gugu Mbatha-raw
Bio (personality/history):
As the sun neared its peak on the summer solstice nineteen years ago, Riza Valkri was born. Her father called her a miracle, a blessing from the High Goddess herself.
Her childhood wasn’t extraordinary in any sense of the word. Riza was the firstborn to a young couple who both served in the military, thus had an easier upbringing than some of the lower class citizens. Much like her father she began to show promise as a pyromentalist at a very young age. By the time she was five she had become the elder sister of a set of twin boys. One of which took after their mother and was a mundane, the other considerably weaker and more fragile as an infant but still had a fire burning brightly.
The family was very close, despite that her father often had to travel after reaching an impressive status within his career. Once she reached the age of ten, she gave her family pride by learning the rudimentary skills and began the long journey of controlling her gift. By the age of fourteen, she decided that she would enter the military and hopefully climb up the ranks to a position that would allow her to provide for her family; namely her brother who still had health complications due to an illness that nearly stole his life from him when he was three. With the knowledge his girl would join the fight, Riza’s father did what he could to prepare her for the world she would be entering once she came of age.
In the academy Riza met another young woman named Nazirah; in the matter of weeks, the two had grown incredibly close. So close that it was seldom for one to be seen without the other during lessons and if mischief was caused, it wasn’t unusual to suspect the two girls. They did everything together. Went over their studies, practiced their formations, and loftily watched the beautiful people go by perched on stone benches. Nazirah had been two months older than Riza thus her coming of age ceremony was held first. By her side, Riza stood with a hand on her shoulder as their house’s insignia was burned into her hand. Not soon after the roles were reversed, and together they joined to fight the rightful fight.
As luck would have it, they were placed into the same rookie unit and started their training as soldiers and pyromentalists. The pay was still low at such a basic rank, but it was good. Riza’s life was good. That is, till the ambush happened.
Patrolling the Greyice Mountains hadn’t meant to be a dangerous mission—grueling and unforgiving, sure—but grunt work at the end of the day. The unit had set up camp and were taking turns in pairs to cover the stretch of land they were given. All was well till a set of soldiers did not return for over an hour. Within the next three, only her commander and Riza managed to make it to safety.
A sufferer of survivor’s guilt and grief stricken, Riza continued to pursue who career. She entered a new unit and trained harder in hopes to be prepared the next time she was caught off guard. However working herself to exhaustion caused concern amongst her family, her parents especially, who understood her pain and begged her to take time off. With any normal circumstances she wouldn’t have had the choice to leave her brothers in arms, but her father and mother’s statuses were able to alleviate her from her current position.
Riza was given till the age of twenty-one to have time to herself before she must return to the military or she will become a disgraced soldier and cause her family great shame.
With the money she’s made, she wanders; getting stronger and angrier along the way.
If the Volcanion house had control none of this would have happened. She’d still have her best friend. She wouldn’t feel this hollow.
RP sample (optional, but recommended):
There’s blood. So much blood. But before there was blood there were screams of surprise and agony. There were shouts of orders and the clambering of still clumsy soldiers. She could barely climb out of the thin blankets that covered her before she knew what was happening. The attackers were fast—faster than Riza had ever imagined they could be. Dark shadows moved, quick and calculated, while her fellow soldiers dropped before so much as a flame could flicker from their fingertips.
The floodgates in her veins opened and adrenaline began to pump while her heart began to beat so hard it nearly lodged itself in her throat. She began to attack on the defensive, attempting to stop the slaughter of her friends. Hours passed—no maybe it was seconds—in such a way.
“FALL BACK.” Her commander screams over the loud squelches and noises of agony.
And she was. She’s tumbling backwards and trying to fight the exhaustion of using so much power in such little time. Never had she been forced to exert so much energy. Never had she’d seen so much death. Riza had nearly made it to the hidden brush till she saw a familiar upturned nose and auburn hair cascading over a rock and onto the ground.
Without thought, she was running over to the body. “No, no, no.” She hissed, “Nazirah. Oh, Nazirah come on!” She hissed, fingers running over her friends face, hitting her cooling cheek a few times. “Get up! We need to leave!”
Cursing, she carefully hoisted the young woman over her shoulder and began to run back to safety, legs trembling underneath her. Pyromentalists weren’t meant to sustain this much weight. Heaving, she forced herself to continue, eyes searching the mountains for a spot to rest and awaken her unconscious friend.
Time was lost while she did so. One moment she was stumbling from the massacre, the next she was in a shallow cave emptying her stomach’s contents at the mouth of it. Riza stumbled back to her friend, eyes flitting over her form. She hadn’t noticed the blood that had seeped from her gut and through her armor nor the burns along her arms. Probably from a panicked soldier who wasn’t paying attention. Her unnaturally stiff body causes another sickly taste to fill Riza’s mouth.
Body shaking, breath held, Riza pressed two fingers past the thin red leather necklace that was snug against her skin and to the cold neck.
Then there was screaming.
A strangled gasp awoke her from her sleep. She blinked wearily at the sun filtering in through the window and sat up from her bed, wiping away the cold sweat on her forehead. Riza scrubbed a hand down her cheek as she climbed out of the bed that wasn't hers and stalked over to the bowl of cool water.
Quick and perfunctory like how her previous commander showed her, she freshened herself and began to pull on her clothing. Riza touched the leather necklace around her throat and looked towards the sun. “High Goddess be with you,” She repeated the words Nazirah often said then turned to grab her things.
It was another day. There was another lesson to be learned.
