{Appearance}
He scurried back on his hands and knees as she approached, her hair billowing around her like the rustling cherry blossoms of his hometown. Two emeralds peered at him through a curtain of long lashes tinged the crimson of his blood. Bruises flowered across her skin like the stains of flowers but instead of detracting from her mesmerising appearance, it seemed to enhance it. He was petrified, yet he found himself in awe of her beauty. Perhaps it was the inevitable death that loomed before him or the steady stream of his essence flowing from his wounds, but she seemed, for a moment, Angelic, and he willingly allowed her to slit his throat in those last moments.

The young woman swiped her blade over the corpse's Armani tie before slipping the dagger into its sheath at her right thigh. She was slight, her height of 5'5" nothing to boast about, yet she seemed to tower over everyone as she made her way back to her mages. The moonlight seemed to gravitate towards her pale, soft skin, revealing a pair of large eyes, a delicate, upturned nose, full lips with a clear cupid's bow and a small chin. She was in all appearances, a sweet girl, yet she walked with the grace of a dark cat and held within her a roiling, dangerous power.

{Rank Marking}
Between her shoulder blades, normally hidden beneath her clothes



~ Mentality ~

{Personality}
Iris could freeze fire with the warmth of her personality. There is no one in this realm she wholly tolerates, keeping them only for their usefulness and tossing them aside when they've outgrown it, and even fewer whom she genuinely likes, if any. Once upon a time, Iris was vastly indifferent. Then again, once upon a time, she was cheerful, outgoing and happy, someone that is now unimaginable. Yet now she is driven by revenge and anger so tightly wrestled, strangled and controlled that should it ever release all at once, it would consume everything in its path.

In a perfect world, human beings and mages alike would cease to exist, except for the writers amongst them, of course, but only if they've been enslaved and do nothing but write. Iris much prefers the company of a dusty corner of a neglected library than she does the company of people who talk too much. Alas, as leader of Red Eclipse, she does not have the luxury of being anti-social and thus must face the cruel and stupid world that is Earth.

Know that her general apathy is a blessing in comparison to her joy. To see Iris tilt the corners of her lips upwards to reveal teeth so white they blind the weak, is to watch is in awe and knowing as our solar system implodes in approximately eight minutes. She is bloodthirsty, to say the least, and demands compensation and an explanation from a world that cannot give it to her. Thus her pain has been consumed by rage and through it comes a creature that is a blazing force of violence.

Due in part to her determination to make the world feel a fragment of what it has done to not only her but the members of her circle, she is a formidable opponent and an accomplished leader. She is well respected and even, revered, amongst not just her circle but beyond. As someone with a purpose, she is an icon for many. Yet she is forceful and often cruel in her approach to discipline. She does not tolerate disobedience, weakness or betrayal and any member who is mild disloyal should turn and run with all their might.

The one constant of her prior personality to her present - from optimistic to the point of irritating, to indifferent and now certified psychopathy - is her sense of her humour. She retains the sarcasm she'd developed since childhood and is as brutally honest as she ever was. Most of the time.

Iris is highly manipulative and her acting skills make it perhaps her destiny to be an actress, had she not been a mage. She's in many ways, a psychopath, seemingly incapable of remorse, fearless and amoral. What sets her apart is her abnormally superior emotional intelligence. She's highly empathetic, in part because of her power, and recognises subtle cues in emotional change sometimes before even the individual does. Iris simply does not care, rather using her emotional awareness to her advantage in urging them to feel and act in a manner that suits her plans.

Iris is particularly hostile towards men and has no tolerance for perverts.

~ Ability Statistics ~

{Guardian, Demon, or Enchantment}
Guardian: Kratos - Kratos has three primary forms, human, beast, and stuffed animal. He came to Iristhiel when she was a small child, in the form of a gift from her parents, a stuffed white cat. Little did Iris know that the object of her affections was not an object at all but 6"1' young man with snow white hair, eerie crimson eyes and a six pack. He revealed himself to her shortly after her 'Uncle' took her in following the murder of her parents. He has guarded her before she knew of his existence and continues to do so, although he is somewhat disappointed in the violent change in his mage's personality and actions. He'd, after all, seen her grow up and be the optimistic young girl who was so full of life. Despite this, he remains loyal to her by own free will. Kratos loved her dearly then, and he loves her now. If Iris' gloomy dislike for men doesn't thwart any incoming suitors, he does. Iris does not consider him a man, which he seems unhappy about.

His personality is a stark contrast to Iristhiel's. He is charismatic, charming, and playful. He enjoys teasing his master and does his best to make her smile, however impossible the task may seem. He's very caring and an honourable warrior, disliking mindless bloodshed and battles against the weak. Therefor he disapproves of many of Iris' recent actions and lectures her regularly - but normally subtly. Despite his disapproval, he continues to come to her aid when required. He regards himself as equal to Iris and does not take well to her commanding him around, and she, wisely, has never attempted to do so. That might be because she's found no need for that, of course.

Kratos main sphere of magic is that of Elvistior, or defensive magic. He acts mainly as a support and to protect Iris, rather than fight for her.

He is Iris' near constant companion, appearing, when she is in the form of a child - which she often is - as a stuffed toy and when she is not, as a human male. He interchanges between his beast form in both scenarios.

{Magic-Types}
Xephereal: Pathokinetic Phenomenon ~ Xephereal: Torture Magic ~ Xephereal: Psychokinesis ~ Vivior: Age Manipulation

{Signature Spell}
Devouring Chaos - By claiming the emotions of every person within a 10 mile radius, she can create an overwhelming catastrophe. The emotions manifest themselves simultaneously, thus creating a whirlwind of mad proportions. This requires an overwhelming level of agony - psychological and physical - to power. The spell ceases when the castor is appeased and the pain dulled if not removed, or when they fall unconscious.

{Spell List}
~Feeling Metamorphosis- Grants her the ability to manifest an emotion - either her own or someone else's - into a sort of power. For example, anger manifests itself as fire, fear as an earthquake, sadness as water, confusion as a cyclone and such. In reverse, she can transform the energy associated with the emotion into that feeling, like making someone sad by throwing water on them. The strength of the spell is dependant on the intensity of the emotion, which relates to her next spell.
~Sensational Intensity- Allows her to intensify an emotion, either hers or others, for example, someone annoyed might become enraged and one's pleasure might become ecstasy.
~Heart Manipulation- This spell allows Iris to instil an emotion into a person, usually by transferring it from one to another, for example, calm. However, it grows weaker with distance and is most effective when there is physical contact or she is extremely close with a person.
~Inner Eye- Anyone who lays eyes upon her, see her as their deepest desires, greatest joy, fears, tragedies and so on, depending on what she wants them to see. This can be used to instil overwhelming fear in enemies.
~Linking- A combination of Pathokinetic Phenomenon and Torture Magic, this allows her to link two or more people together so that they feel what the other feels, including emotions and pain. Although they do not sustain any injuries of the other, they feel whatever is being done to the others in the Link.
~Deal with the Devil- By using pain as a sacrifice, it allows her to almost grant wishes. She can use pain as a sacrifice to make red lights turn green, create rare and powerful weapons, heal the wounded, temporarily increase her strength and so on. The grants are limited by what she is willing to sacrifice.
~Psychokinesis- Allows her to manipulate objects and to a smaller extent, living beings, with her mind.
~Aging- She can change her own age. Iris often makes herself a small child to deceive her opponents and stay undercover. In fact, she is nearly always that age when she isn't with her Circle. Her powers do not apply to others, but she is able to manipulate the age of objects, making flowers grow faster than they might otherwise.

{Non-magic Skills}
# Immense durability
# Expert in hand-to-hand combat
# Weapons master
# Acrobatic skills
# Spying and concealing



~ Personal Background ~

{Biography}
Perhaps it had something to do with Iristhiel's stark, pink hair, but her parents knew she was different from the moment they saw her "perfect head," as they said. She had two older brothers, both with their parents' blonde hair but only one, Niklaus, with their father's startling blue. August and Iristhiel had their mother's eyes of emerald green, the only feature she shared with her family besides their full lips.

Her family were tall and large, being of German descent, but Iris was slight in comparison, thin from when she was a child despite her parents' never-ending feeding of her, to her brothers' dismay. She ate as much, if not more, than both her brothers. Being the youngest sister of a family of boys, she grew up fighting, catching pigs on their farm, herding sheep, killing chicken, riding horses and being everything but a lady. It wasn't until her mother introduced her to the wonders of piano and music that she began acting, perhaps, a tenth female.

Whilst they were in no way wealthy, they were content and Iris was very much loved. All was well until, one day, whilst she was collecting the eggs from the chicken coop, a wild hen escaped and chased her across the compound. Her father found her curled up and bloodied from the hen who picked at her relentlessly for nearly an hour. That night, they had chicken stew.

Her mother taught her to play the piano, her father, to cook and both, the ways of the farm from how to milk a cow to cleaning out the pig's shed. August taught her to read books, sharing with her what papers he could snatch from the smaller library in a small school. Niklaus taught her to kick boys in the groin, climb trees, and generally get herself in trouble.

Then came the earthquake.

A man whom the Raviens knew well babysat Iris when she was a small child of about five whilst the rest of the family were busy elsewhere. He was kind at first, but then his games grew rough, forceful and painful. She was terrified as his weight crushed her small lungs, the fear expanded, grew and she quaked with it, horrified and terrified all the same.

She felt the world shiver and she thought it might've been his doing, but the ground choked and trembled as if to imitate her own small, shaking body. The man, alarmed, stood and hastily dressed himself but before his clothes went past his knees, cracks formed along the walls and an old book shell fell against him. He yelped in pain but was mostly unharmed.

Iris took the opportunity and ran from her house, hiding and cowering in the woods. That's what when she saw him - Daniel.

When her family returned, they were shocked to find the man they'd asked to care for their daughter trapped beneath a book shelf. He explained that he'd relieved himself when there appeared to be an earthquake.

Her family never let her out of their sights again.

"I'll make sure he's punished, Iri," Niklaus had said. The man soon left town.

During this time, Daniel lived not far from the Ravien farm, his name was Daniel and Iris thought he was the most beautiful boy she'd ever seen. She flushed bright red and hid behind her mother's skirts or a convenient stack of hay or bush whenever he passed by. For some time, she truly believed the pitter patter of her heart when he came close and the way the stars seemed to align when he picked his nose was true love. That was, until The Incident.

When she was seven years old and the future seemed bright, she decided, yes, she would approach Daniel. They spoke for a bit, mostly with her stuttering, but then, all at once, his hands were on her chest and he said, as one might speak whilst observing a surprising specimen of insect, "There's not much."

Her world shattered, then, she beat him up. It was empowering.

Her brothers had trained her well and from then on, she treated Daniel coldly, ignoring his advances, thwarting his attempts at conversation with cool and sarcastic remarks and generally doing her best to ignore his existence. Boys were stupid anyway.

When she was eleven and home from a friend's place, she found the door ajar.. She went in to find her home in a state of chaos but what overwhelmed her senses was the blood that was splattered… Everywhere. Her breath came in soft gasps as she fell to the ground beside her parents, their fingers millimetres from each other's, their eyes open, wide, afraid, as they stared at one another for the last time.

She found August sprawled in the hallway on the top floor, steps away from the stairs as if he'd been coming down to check what was the source of the noise. Only the answer he received was one he had no time to convey. Niklaus was nowhere to be found.

Her family were dead.

Iris cried, and when the tears pooled to her waist, she continued to weep and wail for the family she loved, and loved her in return. The heaving sobs shook her and she felt as if her head were leaking. Her home was flooded as her heart emptied.

After what seemed like years or days, a man, unshaven and cloaked, stepped through the doorway that had become the mouth of an underwater cave. Suddenly, she was overwhelmed with rage, her eyes burning like furious emeralds.

"You," she'd hissed, wild as she jumped to her feet and leapt for him, a piece of shattered glass clutched to her bleeding hands. "You killed them!!!" she'd wailed, her voice nearly as deafening as the thunder that roared in her every cry.

Iris clashed against him. He held her and she saw then his old, weary gaze. He pressed a hand to her head, pushing her wet hair out of her green eyes and whispered, "Sleep, child," and she did. She never even felt the glass sink into him.

The man, whom, to this day, she still does not know the name of, "Call me Uncle," he'd said, even though he was old enough to be her grandfather, trained her to be the mage she is today. Iris does not know how he found her, only that he did not kill her parents and that was enough.

She followed him where he went and did what he asked of her, because there was no one else left for her to hold onto and nothing left for her to stay for. She grew numb, indifferent, the vibrant young girl replaced by someone foreign.

Iris woke up on the morning of her sixteenth birthday, and he was gone.

Relationships
Meinard Ravien | Father | Deceased
Odelia Ravien | Mother | Deceased
August Ravien | Oldest brother | Deceased
Niklaus Ravien | Second oldest brother | Status unknown, presumed deceased
"Uncle," true name unknown | Mentor | Status unknown
Daniel Elsmoore | Childhood crush, friend and rival | Status Unknown