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by Ralana on Sat Jul 21, 2007 12:21 am
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Name: She has several, but I will go with the three main ones.
Evangeline Riley Weston the Third, her birth name.
Lady Evangeline Riley Weston de Blanc, her legal name now after marrying Lord de Blanc.
The Black Widow Riley, a nickname
Evangeline Riley or just Riley for short is what she goes by.
Riley is a con artist type so she also uses many other names.
Age: 20
Gender: Female, duh
History: Ok, trying to keep this short. Riley was born to a family that was ever climbing on the chain of nobility in England. Her father became captain of his own vessel, one of the few who worked himself up from the lowly crew ranks. Rileyâs mother had passed on when she was young, so she was taught and schooled by various nannies and tutors. Her best subject though was something that a lady rarely learns which was combat. She was always the type of girl who would beat up the boys in her area for fun and would get into trouble for being violent. Her father thinking that he should give in a little to her needs let her have fencing lessons from the time she was 7. Unfortunately for him the only man he could afford to hire that would train a girl was a shady fellow, Mr. Beckett, who taught Riley to do a bit more than just fence.
When she was around the age of 14 Riley went with her father, who by that time was a captain, on a voyage to the orient. During that voyage a retired former French Admiral showed interest in the girl and asked for her hand. When she reached the age of 15 she became the Admiral de Blancâs second wife and a step mother to his son, a British naval captain (his real mother who had passed on was British). Long story short Riley had always been a bit off in the head, or perhaps rebellious is a better word. She never liked the restricting rules of normal society and found ways to get around them. And she especially was not found of her 60 year old husband or her 20 year step son, the marriage lasted only 4 months. The final straw came for her when her husband said she no longer could continue her training since it wasnât lady like as well as his distaste for her tutor, Mr. Beckett. That was officially the admiralâs last argument with her because later on that day he found himself drunk and falling off the balcony of his home. The fall was fatal, and since it was Rileyâs first murder she didnât cover it up well enough. There was no proof, but she had been the only person with motive so they charged her with murder. Not liking prison so much Riley claimed that she was pregnant with the Admiralâs child and had a âdoctorâs noteâ to prove it. Of course the whole thing was a rouse and the doctor that came to visit her was really Mr. Beckett. She escaped leaving a trail of blood behind in the prison and a thank you note for the stay. Beckett and Riley went off to the Caribbean both turning to piracy since it was an easier shift from street crime than most things. She stayed with Beckett for another 3 years leaning what she could from him before the two had a falling out. The ship she had been on with Beckett chose him over her and left Riley in a port town. She has been wandering ever sinceâŠ
Looks: Long, wavy, burgundy hair, sparkling blue eyes, 5 ft 5, slender muscular frame, but decently endowed. Very attractive, has tan skin, a few scars are dotted on her body with the two most commonly known being: a long slash on her left cheek, and a brand on her back. She also has a tattoo on her lower back. She also has one piercing on her left ear lobe. She doesnât have any usual clothes, so I will just describe what she is wearing at the time. The only thing that she normally has is a ring with her family crest on it, and a back pack of her things from being a noble.
Equipment: A rapier, smaller cutlass, and 4 daggers, one normal sized that is on her belt, one small in her boot, one small on her leg and one usually hidden in her sleeve or bodice. She also has a pistol.
Position: She is a jack of all trades type, but isnât overly great at one thing yet except for being a con artist/thief/spy/fighter. But because of her education she usually helps to assist both the navigators, and those who buy supplies. She has basic medical knowledge, but nothing special.
Other: Sorry it took me so long to post something, and that this is so long.
IC:
Evangeline Riley was finally awake after recovering from a very bad hang over. Yes, but it had been a quite productive night hadnât it? Waltzing through the streets of this port town that she had come to love so dearly Riley had a hand near the small purse on her belt which was now full of newly acquired coins thanks to a merchant captain and his first mate who were tied up together in their rooms, naked. Riley knew better then to leave a man, or two, in his room with clothing on, or any of his belongings what so ever. Of course there was a limit to what she could take, but luckily for the men they only brought with them what they were carrying on their backs to port. Which as far as the inn keeper there knew Riley, the âcabin boyâ, was bringing their things back to the âshipâ along with a message for the crew from their dear passed out Captain.
Of course that wasnât what she had done because Riley wasnât a cabin boy for that merchant ship or any other merchant ship. She wasâŠâa woman of enterprise who seeks out opportunityâsâ or at least that is what Miss Evangeline Riley called herself. In reality she was a con artist or a pirate, but one couldnât just rightly say that out loud now could they? Though if she did most would laugh since a female pirate was a rare thing in did, rare, but not unheard of. Never the less Riley had taken her newly acquired gifts to a certain vendor down an alley and sold them for coins. Of course she wasnât given the best price for most of the items, but she would rather not be caught with stolen goods nor did she have use for a pair of size 10 boots.
Now to celebrate her newly acquired coin, and to perhaps look for another job offer she was headed to the local tavern, the fox something or other? She didn't remember the name, but it served rum which is what really mattered. And now of course out of her âcabin boyâ outfit, that now lay neatly folded in her brown satchel that was at her room in a different inn than the one she had stayed at last night, Evangeline Riley looked the part for a woman going out for a drink. She wore high laced up black boots that stopped just below her knees, a dark green skirt that stopped at her shins, a well fitted black bodice over a loose white blouse, a black captains jacket (that was perhaps a little big for her) with gold buttons, and a wide dark brown leather belt with held her rapier, and pistol. Three daggers were hidden on her person: boot, thigh, and sleeve. Her long, wavy burgundy hair fell down her back stopping just a few inches above her waist while the sides were pulled back with a single black leather string. Entering the tavern sparkling blue eyes surveyed the scene that lay before her. Nothing out of the usual caught her, drunken pirates, whores, but then suddenly there was one thing that caught her atteion. Another woman, but she dressed in menâs clothing standing by a table with other pirates. Now that was interesting. Hmm, wonder who she is? Riley thought to herself as she waltzed right up to the bar ignoring the calls that some drunkards gave whenever a female came near to them, and stepping over those who had fallen on the floor. Now looking away from the pirate woman Riley's attention went to the bar. A sweet smile passed over her lips as she reached the it looking up at the keep, âA bottle of Rum love, if ye wouldâŠâ The man nodded turning away from the woman who didnât bother taking a seat yet as she surveyed the bar once more.
Motti:
Don't try to frighten us with your sorcerous ways, Lord Vader. Your sad devotion to that ancient religion has not helped you conjure up the stolen data tapes, or given you clairvoyance enough to find the rebels' hidden fortress... [Vader makes a pinching motion and Motti starts choking]
Vader:
I find your lack of faith disturbingPatrick:
I don't think we should see each other. Evelyn:
But your friends are my friends and my friends are your friends. I don't think it would work. You have a little something... Patrick:
I know that your friends are my friends and, uh... I thought about that. You can have'em. Patrick:
There is an idea of a Patrick Bateman; some kind of abstraction. But there is no real me: only an entity, something illusory. And though I can hide my cold gaze, and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours and maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable... I simply am not there.
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