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Name: Riyathena �Lily� Lillian Tsaleroth
Age: 23 Race: Human Eye Color: Jade Hair: Red Height: 6� Weight: 155 Birthdate: September 9 Birthplace: Junon Blood-type: B Job: Mercenary, Headmistress & founder of the Wyvern Academy, Lady Tsaleroth |
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Weapon: bull whip, twin stilettos, garrote wire, buckler shield, dueling pistol, cross bow Ultimate Weapon: Wyvern � the Tsaleroth�s ancestral sword (bastard) Armor: Ziedrich (� basic elem. damage, str 20, mag 20) Accessories: Champion Belt (strength & vitality 30) Peace Ring (nulls fury, sadness, berserk and confu.) Protect Ring (auto barrier and mbarrier in battle) Materia: Counter Attack (master), Cover (80%), Speed Plus (master), Luck Plus (master), HP Plus (master), EXP. Plus (x1.5), Chocobo Lure (x2) Appearance: A statuesque beauty with flame red hair, witch green eyes and ivory skin, Riyathena appears every inch the epitome of Junon aristocracy. Countless hours of her childhood was suffered in the drilling of the social graces, posture and elocution necessary for a socialite presiding over gatherings hosting Junon�s highest echelon. As Lady Tsaleroth, Riya has the carriage of a queen, a courtesan�s sensuous grace, presence enough to quiet a ballroom with her arrival and a gracious smile for friends that is only outdone by her frigid demeanor towards anyone not ranking within her affections. But its when she�s bellowing orders on a battlefield or critiquing young cadets on a sparring ground that the amazonian ice queen comes into her own. Strapped into the form-fitting ebony body armor of processed Adamantaimai hide, her hair slicked back into a severe braid or bun to keep the waist-length mane out of her way, while whips and the emerald silk sash of her rank ride the cant of her hips, Riya could be mistaken for a dominatrix playing at soldiering. That is, if one overlooked the familiarity and ease with which she handles the little arsenal that�s her standard compliment. So while the sight of a woman in skin-tight armor swinging a sword might inspire the less intelligent to make commentary, or underestimate her in the heat of battle, Riya usually finds a painful and humiliating way to shut them up before they can fully rouse her infamous temper. After all, hell hath no fury like a pissed off 6� redhead dressed head to toe in shiny black leather and bitch boots. Background: When Riyathena committed the unforgivable sin of being born female and complications from her difficult delivery ended her mother�s life, rumors were rampant through the extended lines of the Tsaleroth family that her father had immediately rewritten his will to disinherit his daughter. An act that sparked wild hope among his sisters that he would name one of their offspring as his heirs. Hopes that were quickly crushed by the intercession of the dowager matriarch, Lilyanna Tsaleroth, who was just as quick to disinherit her own son-in-law for his foolish behavior, neatly throwing the whole matter of just who would inherit the Tsaleroth fortune into the air. Suddenly, relatives who had previously intended to snub Riyathena now flocked around the infant, hoping to gain favor with her grandmother, who had taken Riya into her care. Eager to present themselves in the best light possible, Riya�s sycophantic aunts and uncles all but tripped over themselves to cater to her every whim while her grandmother trained her how to survive and control the social feeding frenzy around her. With her grandmother�s unfaltering devotion, and a close friendship with a young boy from another wealthy family, Riya tolerated her difficult family situation with aplomb and patience. Right up to the night, when questioned by her grandmother at a formal banquet what she would do if it was her place to decide the inheritance, thirteen year old Riya calmly announced that she would burn the mansion to the ground, piss on the ashes and give the inheritance to the people of Junon before letting one of the backstabbing, hypocritical bitches see one red gil of it. The guests, said backstabbing bitches and their assorted broods, were outraged but the matter of the inheritance was settled then and there with Riyathena being named the sole heir. She took understandable pleasure in introducing her foot to the asses of several relatives that night in the only scandal she ever allowed herself to be linked to, the infamous Brawling Banquet of Lady Tsaleroth�s social debut, which left her with a decidedly unladylike interest in combat. After that night and the eventual passing of Lilyanna, things changed rapidly within the Tsaleroth�s household. Riyathena devoted her time and considerable resources to studying tactics and various schools of fighting and it wasn�t long before warriors, mercenaries, soldiers and veterans alike were quartering at the estate. Which is how she came to know and befriend Terrin Aerindale and later, his little sister Silvara. As his patron, Riya drew extensively on Terrin�s assistance in the founding of a small charitable military academy for the education, training and housing of orphans and troubled teens. While most graduates go on to become mercenaries or soldiers, the top cadets are ushered into the Wyvern Guard, an elite private army dedicated to the preservation of peace in Junon and its partner in trade, Costa del Sol. Limit Skills: I: Wyvern Song: An eerie cry sounds as Wyvern slices through the air, creating a barrier that protects Riya from all physical and magical attacks while sending a wall of wind hurtling towards her enemies. Wyvern Strike: Attacks all opponents with multiple slashes for moderate damage. II: Dominatrix: Riya selects and attacks a target, male or female, and until attacked again they will be compelled to act as a human shield for her during the remainder of the battle. Vahlkyria: Lifting her sword into the air Wyvern becomes a channel for the elements, drawing lightning from the sky to unleash a bolt-like attack for moderate damage to her enemies. III: Fanaticism: An attack unique to the bearer of Wyvern, showing in each generation of the Tsaleroth lineage, in combat any enemy who has attacked Riya is struck by her will and becomes loyal servants, taking her place in the rest of the battle, killing themselves once all threats to their mistress have passed. Legend: Stabbing Wyvern into the ground at her feet, Riya kneels in seeming prayer before her blade drawing for the shadow of a wyvern over herself and allies bathing them in a wall of energies to protect them in combat. IV: Fury: Riya attacks all enemies with a stronger variation of Wyvern Strike that inflicts multiple status effects upon her foes as well as moderate to heavy damage. Crusader: Riya unleashes a sword strike against her allies that brings them all to a state of perpetual limit breaks but leaves herself in a cursed state at the end of the round. | |
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