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Richelle Lee

"Did you go to sleep really late again?"

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a character in “Solace”, as played by IlaImmortal

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Full Name: Richelle Lee

Nicknames/Aliases: Lee or Elle. Mother

Age: 20

Gender: Female

Species: Human

Faction Affiliation: Solaces

Rank: Warrior

Description: Short light blonde hair frames her face and covers an eye. Her eyes are bluish grey and can be uncomfortable to be stared at by. She's about 5'8 and slim. She's well muscled, and doesn't often smile, but when she does it lights up her whole face, making her look a little less forbidding. She likes wearing tight fitting clothing that's easy to move in, and doesn't expose much of her tan skin. She has scars on her legs and arms from the fall off the cliff.

Personality: She's very nice, compared to some of the people on her team. She's very open with them, and not so much with anyone else. She can be a little stubborn, but can usually be talked around. She can often be daydreaming, but oftentimes, when she's daydreaming, she sees things clearer, and knows exactly what's going on. She's pretty friendly, and tries to keep the past in the past. She has been known to mother the rest of the group, always making sure they're eating right, etc. She also has a very approachable aura.


Skills: She's very good with a sword, or any other close quarters weapon. She's also very good at using weapons to channel her Pale Magic. The rest of the team knows that when she starts waving a dagger around, they should watch out, since that means that she'll probably end up casting a spell on someone. She gets along well with animals of all kinds, and also people.

Weaknesses: She cares too much about everyone, and will risk walking into a trap if it means protecting someone. She hates being in small dark spaces. She can't use any weapons that require being used from a distance very well.


Brief History: She was born in a small town, and grew up there. When she was twelve, an epidemic struck the town, and she was evacuated with her sister although she fought to go back, and tried to run away to there several times. Finally, she learned that her family had been dead for most of the time she had spent in another town, and she was very upset and angry that she couldn't be there, and also because they couldn't be properly buried. The only ones surviving from her family were her and her sister. Her sister went insane after learning their parents were dead, and eventually ended up killing herself after trying to kill Richelle. Richelle only remembers her sister grabbing her hand and the jump off the cliff, and then waking up at the Solace Headquarters, where she had been taken because Pale Magic was starting to manifest itself. It got stronger as she trained in the next few months and came to terms with the fact that she no longer had family.

Other: She occasionally sleepwalks if she's remembering her family.

So begins...

Richelle Lee's Story

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Character Portrait: Richelle Lee Character Portrait: Schuyler Character Portrait: Jonathan Tobias Darkholme Character Portrait: Aryanna Descartes
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Richelle's room was close to the stairs, so she heard the thudding. She thought nothing of it, though. Probably one of the others wanting a snack. But when she heard a lighter set of steps also thudding down the stairs, and caught a slight flash of red from her window, she also rushed down the stairs.
The sight she saw shocked her. There was a sweat-soaked horse, a heavily injured man near death, Jonathan, and Aryanna. Aryanna was trying to put pressure on the wounds and Jonathan was trying to do some healing. She left them to it and rushed back inside to get a glass of water, while yelling. "SCHUYLER!!! SCHUYLER, WE'VE GOT AN EMERGENCY ON OUR HANDS!!! HURRY UP!!!"
She rushed back outside as quickly as she possibly could with the glass of water. She made eye contact with the man, who seemed to be staring at something else. "Sir, drink a sip or two of water. You're in good hands now, and our healer should be on the way." She tried to help him swallow, and used some of the water to wash his face.
She caught a glimpse of bright red from the corner of her eyes and slowly twisted her head. Ah, so that's why he'd been staring. Aryanna's extremely long red hair was not tucked into a hat of any kind, and it wasn't braided either. Richelle hadn't seen this look on Aryanna all that often, but it made her look pretty.
Richelle turned to her. "Could I have a piece of cloth?" She didn't want to rip her own, but Aryanna had ripped hers already.

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"SCHUYLER!!! SCHUYLER, WE'VE GOT AN EMERGENCY ON OUR HANDS!!! HURRY UP!!!"

Schuyler looked up from its book and looked out the windows. It smelt blood and hopped through the window. It fluttered down and landed near everyone. "I need everyone to back up and give me space!" The bird called, kneeling down near the person. "Calm yourself, human. I mean you no harm." It pushed their magic into its hands and rested over them the air above the man.

It started into its first song, as magic covered the man in a pearl translucent barrier. It continued for the next six songs before slumping over the man's body and laying its wings over them IT let out a tired but satisfied coo before falling asleep, smiling.

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Character Portrait: Richelle Lee Character Portrait: Reith Arian Character Portrait: Fray Character Portrait: Schuyler Character Portrait: Jonathan Tobias Darkholme Character Portrait: Aryanna Descartes
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#, as written by Haas33
(Ignore, sorry, the post didn't fit right...)

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Character Portrait: Richelle Lee Character Portrait: Samael Roxbury Character Portrait: Jonathan Tobias Darkholme Character Portrait: Aryanna Descartes
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Samael was waiting outside the door. He had just gotten back, his trip evidently successful seeing as how there was another foothill-sized pile of his discarded armor laying about half a mile away from their position. As Aryanna came out, he nearly clothes lined her with his arm. "Here." He said, dropping a hat into her hands. "Don't lose this one." He walked toward Jonathan and Richelle, carefully observing their wounded messenger. Finally, he stepped forward and knelt down. "He can take my bed." Without another word, Samael carved a rectangle of earth around the wounded man and lifted it like it was a basket, the chunk of land functioning like a stretcher. "Jonathan, get the doors please." He knew what he was getting into. Another night outdoors. It wouldn't kill him and it's not like he minded. The only thing he did mind was that he had dropped his exoskeleton so far away. It was extremely comfortable as far as rocks and grass go.

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Richelle took the cloth Aryanna offered, but didn't get to do much else. Schuyler came out of her window and did her magic, which Richelle still found rather fascinating. How did it work? What made it work? She remembered asking Schuyler those questions one day, and then getting sidetracked because she'd seen Samael come in and started asking him questions about his armor.
Speaking of which...she saw Samael giving Aryanna her hat back. So that's what happened. Aryanna almost never lost her hats, and almost always wore them. And her gloves. And a lot of clothing. She didn't understand how Aryanna never roasted in all those layers, but she never asked about it. The other girl wasn't approachable.
"Hey, Sam, do you know when he'll be awake?" She asked, pointing to the man.

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Richelle shrugged. It was a good point, one she should have realised but didn't. She was like that. And Schuyler wouldn't be up until a while later.
As Sam came back, she shook her head. "Don't think there's anything else left to take care of. And until the man wakes up, we can't really do anything but wait." She didn't really like waiting, but that's why she wasn't the one calling the shots. Jonathan and Aryanna were the ones who usually thought before acting, and the rest of the team trusted their judgement.
She stood outside, staring at the sky without really seeing anything. Then she heard someone calling her name. She looked at Sam, then around her, then up, where she saw Aryanna leaning out the window of Jonathan's room. Or at least, where Jonathan's room would be. And her hat was back over her hair. "Take care of the horse, please!"
Richelle nodded. "I'll take care of it, poor thing."
She headed over to the horse, which they had accidentally neglected. "Alrighty then, sweetie, let's get you fixed up."