Description

Personality

Risika has never doubted her beauty, nor her ability to survive. As she has spent most of her life as a mercenary, this has purged her from society in general. Her personality has dried out because of this, but she keeps true to her Egyptian roots by practicing the rituals taught to her back in the days of which she barely remembers of her human life. With this life of soltiude has come a dry sense of humor and an even dryer way of communication. She finds it hard to exist in simple conversation, or partake in physical contact. As the time of solitaire vampires comes to an end, and all of her old colleagues and known enemies take their place in a group of their own, Risika finds herself searching for a place in this tiny world where she might belong with those like her, creatures of the night out to sate their own thirst, and maybe make a change or two within the world itself.

Equipment

Her first weapon of choice is that of a 7 foot red leather braided whip, and second is a golden handled silver dagger, measuring at 9 inches long.

History

Risika was born in 15bc, and brought up in the Egyptian Palace, raised as a Priestess under the teaching of Queen Cleopatra herself. As she reached her womanhood, at the age of 17, Risika was sold by the Queen to a dark man, who arrived in the dead of the night to transport her to his castle. Risika was not sure what she had done wrong to deserve having being sold from her home, but she had learned in the beginning not to doubt the will of those that the Gods had imposed with authority. Her Master, who she later learned his name as Mytri, revealed himself as a vampire as soon as they arrived to his castle, and he showed Risika to what would be her prison cell for the next 15 years.

Mytri kept Risika locked in a room that was conjoined with his personal quarters. Risika later learned that Mytri had been offered her as a peace offering, for Mytri to keep his legion out of Egypt and away from their boundaries, to keep from being over took by his Clan of vampires. After Risika finally grew calm of being exposed to Mytri's immortality, and the creature that he was, Mytri presented her with the gift of a companion. He brought to her a young cheetah cub, and provided her with everything she would need to provide for the cub's well being. A few years passed by, with Risika only being allowed to company of Mytri and her cat whom she never named.

Risika finally gave into the thought that there were no Gods, and none that were looking out for her well being at that. She thought up and revised a plan to kill Mytri, and escape the room he had enslaved her to. The time came, but it turned out to be so different than what she had built it out to be in her head. Mytri had never raised a hand at Risika in a violent way, until she set her nails in the skin of his neck, not sure how, but definately trying to kill him. He let out a loud growl at the annoyance of her betrayal, which sent her cheetah cat into a fury. The cat lunged at Mytri, but his fast reaction put Risika's body between his own and the mammal. The cat delivered a fatal blow to Risika's abdomen. She relaxed in the arms of Mytri, happy that the end to her existence had finally came. But Mytri had something different in mind, he refused to give Risika's company up. She had proved to be the most beautiful being he had ever set eyes upon, and her blood tasted so rich that he knew he would never find a rarer gem then her anywhere beneath the sky. So, Mytri forced upon her the change from a human to vampire. Because Risika had not welcomed the change, her rage onset a fury of extreme strength and even stronger sensory gifts.

Quickly, Risika grew stronger than Mytri, and even quicker she began to hate the man for what he had turned her into. Within weeks of reaching her full strength's potential, Risika had overtaken Mytri's Castle, and started running it for herself. She found that the religion Christianty was sweeping it's ideas across Egypt, which was why Cleopatra wanted to keep the vampire's at bay. All too clearly, Risika understood everything that stood and what it stood for in her world. Which was why she decided to leave it. To some strange strand of loyalty that she still held to her Queen, Risika killed off every being within Mytri's Castle walls before she took off and disappeared into South America. She quickly made a life for herself, as a supernatural mercenary. During her free time, she spent hours upon hours training herself behind her whip and pistol. Many within the Vampire communitee knew her name and her business, but nothing else. Risika had never had the taste to know any other of her kind, sure they were all the same as that of Mytri. But as the modern world continued to change around her, Risika finally started to give into the curiosity of socialization. Now she searches for a purpose, something that she could offer, something that might have been meant for her.

So begins...

Risika's Story

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#2010-12-11 08:09:04, as written by Guest

Risika entered her the old familiar pub through it's wooden door. With the hood of her cloak still darkening her face, she slowly made her way along the walls of the room to an empty table in the far back corner, with two chairs. Risika removed the black cloak with lavendar embroideries from her shoulders, allowing it to hang from her upper arms. Beneath she wore a fully covering purple gown, decorated only with a garnet stone hanging from a black thin rope around her neck. As she browsed the crowd with her green eyes, she was disappointed not to recognize anyone.

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#2010-12-11 08:17:00, as written by Guest

Risika takes a few moments to overcome to uncomfortable feeling that overwhelms her spirit, currently. 'Too long has passes since I've socialized.' She braced herself for the first conversation, however small, she would indulge in for many months that was not of a hiring nature. Risika rose from her chair, removing her cloak fully. Her enitre outfit came into view. The gown she wore had two slits on each side, coming to her hips. Her legs tightly covered with black jeans, tucked into her favorite (if not only) pair of black boots that she had removed from the feet of her last... job. Risika threw her cloak over one arm and pulled it close to her body as she made her way to the bar. She tucked a brightly colored orange lock of hair behind her hair, mixing it in with the ebony black of her underneath layer of thick, curly locks. With the same hand, she waved towards the man behind the counter, sipping what seemed to be something she might enjoy, according to the reaction on his face.

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#2010-12-11 08:27:38, as written by Guest

Risika 's attention falls from the barkeep, to the other patrons now also leaning unto the counter. She studies the first, and the bags he brought in with him. 'A traveler.' she assumed to herself. The other man seemed to be under the spell of some kind of tonic, 'Probably anothers' personal stash.' Risika always entertained herself with subtle, harmless judgments of creatures or persons surrounding her, as she rarely ever dealt with them on a social level. Deciding that this was the best spot in her favorite pub to sit and watch, she sat herself unto a nearby stool, draping her cloak over her lap, "Excuse me." She directed towards the man pouring the drink from behind the bar, "When you're finished," She started, changing her tone from making an order, to a request, "I'd appreciate a tall Brandy, as well." She nodded a "Please", before adverting her eyes.

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#2010-12-11 08:31:23, as written by Guest

Risika spoke across to the bar to the Traveler, Roy Cullens, "If that doesn't, this will." She nodded as she set down a small group of paper currency that was enough to pay for his, hers, and a few more if need be. "Might as well spend it somewhere." Risika murmured to herself, "Saving is pointless when you've no goal."

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#2010-12-11 08:38:58, as written by Guest

Risika squints one eye at the keep, not entirely sure. 'Socializing is the only way to pull yourself out of your rut.' She reminded herself. Reluctantly, but careful to keep a pleasant demenaor, she rises from her stool and walks down to sit with the men. "No where in particular." She answered vaguely. "I roam from place to place, wherever the job takes me I suppose." She reaches her glass of Brandy, sipping slowly. She nodded the liquid down easily, "Much like yourself, I assume." Motioning towards Roys bags.

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#2010-12-11 08:50:50, as written by Guest

Risika slowly nods her head regarding the mens' statements. "Yes, life is a tiresome bother at times. Which is why I chose to return to the beloved Gambit's Bar. Usually quite entertaining, it is. Good to get your mind off of things." She says, eyeing the angry rabbit. As Lynvalyn made is exit, she whispered to Roy, "Entertaining, indeed." Risika proceeded to grap hold of her drink, so as to not waste it if this mammal happened to fit. With the BarKeep gone, there was no reason to not take precautions towards her drink,

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#2010-12-11 08:57:29, as written by Guest

Risika shakes her head to make sure she wasn't imagining the possessed version of the Easter Bunny here on the counter, growling at the man before her. Risika scratches her head, "Give the beat a carrot, for Christs' sake. Next he'll be foaming at the mouth. Tame your pet on your own time. Maybe teach him 'Down' first." Risika assumed the rabbit belonged to man petting its' ears.

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#2010-12-11 09:08:41, as written by Guest

Risika tilted the glass filled with Brandy to her lips, finishing it off, then setting it unto the countertop with the click of glass against wood. She used her left hand to scratch her head so as to communicate her opinion of the strange characters about her, then politely pushed the glass towards the opposite side of the bar to her, maybe to get the self assumed bar keep to fill it up.

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#2010-12-11 09:16:09, as written by Guest

Risika 's silent request for a friendly refill wasn't acknowledged, thanks to the demonized rabbit. So, ever so slightly, she leans across the bar, grabbing the bottle that held her brandy, and poured herself another glass, setting the tall bottle next to her. Risika finally grew bored of watching friends talk amongst themselves, so she found herself stareing into her glass; sipping, and stareing.

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#2010-12-11 09:21:42, as written by Guest

Risika couldn't stifle the hiccup of a laugh from the look on the young woman's face as she popped upfrom behind the bar. Little startled Risika, but as she did note the pride in this woman's voice regarding her stock, she made sure to flip her fingers through the small stack of currency she had placed on the counter to cover her bill before starting to sip.

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#2010-12-11 09:28:54, as written by Guest

Risika took note from behind her glass of the man before her and his disappearing act. She had seen it before, but in form of distant traveling, not to move through objects; such as a counter. Risika also took note that the man's introduction statement to the firey woman was an underscored trap, bait. 'What are you now, an Empathist?' Risika scolded herself. She picked up her purchased bottle, nodded to the gentleman who had engaged in small conversation earlier, and removed herself from the bar to her earlier table in the back corner. The flame dancing in the lantern on the table was the best kind of company for her; something to focus on while not paying attention, no communication needed.

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#2010-12-11 19:26:58, as written by Guest

Anyone rping?

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#2010-12-11 21:12:53, as written by Guest

Risika enters Gambits with her cloak draping her shoulders. She finds her way to the back corner table, removing her black cloak with the purple embroidery, setting it on the back of the wooden chair. Two steps to the left, and she was at the counter, searching for the attention of a Keep, to order herself a bottle of Brandy.

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#2011-01-04 03:10:53, as written by Guest

Risika swings open the wooden door to Gambit's Bar, and gracefully makes her way to the counter. She slides onto a stool, removing the hood to her cloak, and eyeing the patrons.

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#2011-01-04 03:20:46, as written by Guest

Risika flexed her right hand, as a cramp rose through her fingers. Loosely, she shrugged off her cloak, hoping the air to her skin would cool the friction she felt in her body.
Risika closed her oddly colored green eyes, and took in a deep breath through her nose, screening the scent of life that floated about the tavern.
Before she could recognize any certain scent, she caught the whiff of the aged wine located right beneath the counter where she sat. "Don't mind if I do." She murmured, reaching behind for both the bottle and a glass. Lying the coin unto the counter for her tab, Risika poured her glass to just below the brim. She allowed the wine to dance in her mouth, awakening her tastes to the more exotic flavor of it's contents, as opposed to the normal liquid that she was so accustomed to.

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#2011-01-04 03:36:24, as written by Guest

Risika swallowed the liquid, and bit back a smirk as it quickly elevated her senses. Someone of Risika's power level was very sensitive to toxins such as alcohol. A little always went a long way. "Thank the Gods for..." Before the woman could finish her whispered statement to herself, a familiar scent filled her nose. Then the face flashed in her mind.
The price had been high, very high. She had received invitation from an underground source that grudgingly referenced her to the Spanish Vampire Lord. "He wants the best." Risika remembered her former colleague's tone at mentioning her as the best. Years they fought against one another for the reputation, while always having the others' back. The hit had been against one of Kristopher Cazadors' Generals. As it was a successful job, it gave Risika freedom from the stake the Clansman had held above her head.
Here, in the same room, sat the group that had offered her the opportunity. Risika wasn't sure why they had crossed the sea, nor was she sure she wanted to find out.

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#2011-01-04 03:47:45, as written by Guest

Risika quirked a small grin at the sound of Dannin's tiny bells, "A mercenary fears nothing, Lord Killren. Are simply invitations below your stature of communication?"
Risika rose to the bait, allowing her cloak to fall gently atop the stool she had been sitting on. She pulled from behind her back a thin dagger that had been tucked into her pants, stirring her drink with it. The silver caught in the light.

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#2013-03-16 17:59:59, as written by lostamongtrees

A young waitress clad in black swirled over to the new arrival, smiling. She had worked on her professionalism after the incident with the last customer who reeked of death, and seemed to be working well under the effects of the strange creature in Tauvyr Tavern. Daemala nodded her approval of her choice of carrying item.

She held in her hands two bottles of wine, one was labeled "Blud" and the other was labeled "Sol Espirit"

Welcome to Tauvyr Tavern, would you care to try a sample of one of our premium wines native to Aslund?

She presented forth the bottles.

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#2013-03-17 03:15:28, as written by CrystalRose

Risika was taken aback by the awkwardness of the man's stature. He seemed to stand out just as she did from the crowd within, although his uniqueness was a tad bit more random than her own.

Risika took his hand and analyzed his pulse, he seemed comfortable enough vitally, but his actions after his introduction almost made Risika laugh. Humor was lacking throughout her world, so she liked the fact to come across someone so comfortable in their own skin that they truly fail to notice that of others.

"Hello, Theodore, my name is Risika, and no I'm not waiting for anyone."

Risika titled her head as watched him twine together what appeared to be a giraffe. "Impressive, in a craftsmen sort of way. Tell me, is this a hobby," She pointed to the figurine, "Or a profession?" She was half-heartedly joking, but looked serious enough to deserve an answer with explanation.

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#2013-03-17 03:33:30, as written by CrystalRose

Risika gently patted the young man's hand, "Ah I see, new to the supernatural thing, eh?" She raised her eyebrows and turned to face the bar as the tender made his way to them.

"Cru des Ptolmees, please." She watched as he skirted off to retrieve her drink. "Well, a gathering like this is mostly for social reasons, I suppose. So, as long as you get a good vibe from those that you would approach, it should be safe in a place such as this. However, not everyone is here for purely pleasurable reasons. With socialism come socilaites, and politicians, and the mix. It's always best to observe from afar when it comes to people of placement, unless otherwise insisted upon."

Risika reached for her bottle and glass being handed to her by the bartender, "And of course, no one can be trusted outside of protected walls such as these." She met the man's eyes, "No one."

Risika didn't seem the paranoid type, but as he willingly admitted to being a newly sired, whatever he was, she felt obligated to be truthful with her own nature, as she couldn't very well speak upon anyone elses.

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#2013-03-17 03:49:33, as written by CrystalRose

Risika eyed the General, "Indeed it is a grand opening of this particular bar this evening. But once you get around enough, all the same faces start to appear at every event. I've only recently traveled to these lands, and even if I've no name to place with the face, they do seem to reappear so often."

Risika heard The General's order, and noticed a waiter grasping at a bottle to retrieve her. "Allow me," she interrupted him mid gallop, "I'm a friend, of sorts." The waiter considered her request, but nodded with no disagreeance. Her gaze swept over Theodore, "No good with women, hmm?" She stood with her bottle and glass in hand, cloak draped over her arm.

"Grab that bottle of Tarasun and glass, and follow me for your first lesson. Titled: Dominance. Take notes." Risika swept off the stool and started towards the uniformed scowling woman leaning against the wall, confident of Theodores presence.

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#2013-03-17 04:01:35, as written by CrystalRose

"Tis not from me alone," Risika swept to the side to reveal a red faced Theodore, "This is Theodore, he's new around these parts." Risika smuggly suggested exactly at his fresh age. Risika moved so they could form an enclosed circle of a group, her back facing the dancing area.

"Developers?" She inquired, "Of what?"

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#2013-03-17 04:07:39, as written by CrystalRose

Risika nodded, "Indeed, I agree. I'm not sure of anything that was missed, as I had to take off for a bit myself. Doesn't look like much has changed, save maybe the demeanor of the place." Risika nodded to the young female being sitting at a table, the hunger in her eyes was barely noticeable, but Risika knew the feeling all to well. "I'm mostly entertained by the idea of all the varying species and specialties about the area."

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#2013-03-17 04:15:36, as written by CrystalRose

Risika notice the shape of the miniature weapons that Theodore built. "Well as I just purchased this entire bottle, " She raised her freshly opened pinot blanc, "Sure why not. Cru des Ptolmees, if it's no trouble."

Risika noted to the young lad, "Theo, why not find us a table somewhere towards a wall, my dear, so as to not miss a single show."

Her smile was smug, but as genuine it could be coming from who it did. Risika was well aware of the avoidance of Theodore's question of her honor, whether or not she could be trusted. She felt she should wait to find out about him herself before answering any question bestowed upon her by such a young fledgling.

'And who exactly changed this curious young man so unwillingly, I wonder.' The thought crossed her mind before she could manage.

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#2013-03-17 04:24:10, as written by CrystalRose

"And only so convienant in places such as this." Risika responded, raising her glass. "To good company and accompanied adventures." She took a sip, and gently sat the glass down, "Speaking of company, where pray tell, are your men now? All fully engaged and relaxed, I presume?" Risika wasn't sure mocking the importance of the events within the General's life was the best of examples to set for the young Theodore, but she was truly in mood for a good show, of sorts.

"Tis fine, dear." Risika patted his leg, and directed her attention back to Athena. It was a struggle to look directly at the boy without bottling up, she fancied he had that effect on most everyone he came in contact with, so she obliged his nature and adverted her eyes.

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