...Essentials...

:Name: Rivkagh Chateaurose O'Voision
:Gender: Femme
:Age: 18 years into her 4th life.
:DOB: November 13th
:Specificly: Sorceress
:Race: Caucasian

...In Depth...

:Apperance: She is tall, just under six feet. Her frame is slender, but voluptous and muscular. On her form she always wears a type of original dress, of her own creations. Usually they are made of layers upon layers of scarves, each one a differant shade of a certain color, or a certain two colors. The ending effect is like a thick painting over her body,not a sliver of her pale skin seen through with scarve tails falling long behind her. But one thing, that always marks her differant, and probably the only thing she is noticed by, is her hair. Rivkagh has a fall of molten silver locks, ending just by her thighs. Each strand seems to have a mirror-like quality, reflecting light and most colors. Even with the simple action of turning her head, a shard of light could sharp off, and might be strong enough to blind. Her face, mostly veiled by shards of her silver hair, is rarely seen, Save for her lips. Another silver quality to her, are her gauntlets. On each arm; from elbow to wrist, and on each leg, from her knee to her ankle, are guarders to protect her pale skin when in battle. They are intracate, with etchings of her signature Briar Rose, and runes of protection, and laid with a sharp ruby on the bottom shin point. These were a gift to her by a beloved necromancer. They would spar before a split cracked between them, he got them to her for her protection. She still uses them, of course, dearly.

:Personality: Her mind and ways as intricate and detailed as her appearance, and probably just as shocking. She is often said like the cat with it's curiosity, and claws. To simply explain her, is impossible. And in warning in your favor, one shouldn't come too close to her. And don't try to unveil the sorceress. But, in case you do see her eyes, which is rare for her to show anyone.. Beware of the White.

...Sidelines...

Rivkagh loves to fight, and even more, loves to win. If it's a bout with magicks, physical weapons, or even just an argument; She is determined to win. Her favorite tool is the wind, and she weilds and controls it with ease. It seems the wind enjoys to be controlled by her, and will bend to her any want. Another force she has on her side, are her Stars. They speak to her like the dead may speak to a necromancer. Others did not have any belief in this, but then again, they aren't around any more. The Stars whisper to her the soon future, for they have seen it, and she forces it. Her other faithful option, is the medium blade, S'gath. This powerful blade was only bestowed on her because it was a another cherished gift from that necromancer. This token, a sword that is of her power, and of her body, and has assisted her in many winnings with his final blow. These are powerful weights to her advantage in battle, wood to the flame of her desire to win.