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Taretha Rake

An elemental summoner, focusing upon the use of water and air.

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a character in “The Multiverse”, originally authored by Guest, as played by Discipline

Description

Taretha has amber-coloured hair and sea-blue eyes. She has a frail build-- a bit skinny, and even now showing some symptoms of osteoporosis. Normally behind her is a troupe of small clouds, each about the size of one's hand.
She normally wears a royal blue robe and high heels, explaining the clackity-clackity noises she makes whilst walking, although often discards them when in battle, preferring instead a T-shirt, what these queer Earthlings call 'jeans', and a pair of sandals.

Personality

In terms of position on the good-evil axis, Taretha probably falls a bit closer to the 'evil' side than the 'good' side. She has a rather sadistic personality, and is very self-righteous at times. Often, she's conflicted as to if she's a 'good' or a 'bad' person. She still tends to look at things dichotomously; "Are you with me or against me?" is one of her favourite lines. Taretha often trusts people too easily and blindly, and while this has made her friends with many people, she's been deceived one too many times for it to be considered a plus.

Taretha has no time or interest in sex. She'd be labelled "asexual" by a psychologist, as it's not that she has some problem that makes her turn away from sex, or that she can't get a man or woman, but she literally was born with no sex drive. She doesn't spend much time thinking about this, either, as she's usually either fighting for her life or running from people who want to either crucify her or make her repent for being a 'witch.'

Equipment

As a summoner, Taretha obviously summons elementals. Their "summoning" is in fact an enchantment of the matter with her energy. They are controlled to a certain extent by Taretha, but as one goes down the list of controllable beings, her control over them diminishes as they become more and more willful.

Naiads; Sample image -- Image

Why yes, the creatures so fondly called "naiads" by her are merely the water in a glass given temporary sentience. She can summon approximately fifty such separate beings, and merge and separate them at will. Their true power is that she can, with a thought, freeze them instantly, although she can't control water in its frozen state as well. Often, she'll distract an opponent so as to not let them notice that some of her naiads have floated behind them, then freeze them and send them barreling at the back of their head. It's an effective tactic for mortal opponents.

Cirri; The 'clouds' often seen trailing behind her are in fact these, which are charged masses of air. They appear as small clouds of mist. She has almost complete control over these, and often uses them as handfree "tasers"; the eight or so that she can summon barring other summoned creatures can, when used to shock in tandem, bring down an ordinary human.

Water Servitor; Sample image -- Image

These have more control of themselves than the preceding summons, but they still must obey the will of Taretha. Both kinds of Servitors are about the size of a refrigerator. Taretha can use these as guards that will aim water and slush from their own bodies (which will slowly disappear as they use up their water) at attackers. Each attack, if it directly connects, feels like a punch by a rather hefty mortal, and might bruise. Rarely do they break skin though. She can summon four of these at max.

Aerial Servitor; They're pretty much invisible, but they kick up small current of air in their wake. If they could be seen, they'd look sort of like the water servitor, just more effervescent. They're rather willful, and don't have the shackles that bind the Water Servitors. These Servitors can blow rocks up to cobble-size at opponents or blast away incoming debris. The latter also uses up some of the air inside the Servitor. Taretha can summon three of these at max.

Hydrodragon; Sample picture -- Image

The hydrodragon looks somewhat like a Chinese dragon, except made up completely of water. She has a pretty hard time controlling even one, and if she stops controlling them they're just as apt to turn on their former controller as they are on her opponent. The hydrodragon is about an anaconda's length and can float up to 50 ft. above the ground. It can spit out a jet of water with the same force as a fire hose, or fire hail the size of grapefruits from its tail. On a great day, Taretha can control two for about 5 minutes, and one for about 20.

Hurricane; Sample picture -- Image

Despite its name, the Hurricane is more of a dust devil. Taretha has almost no control of it, and it usually just ambulates around as a hazard if she stops controlling it. The diameter of the Hurricane is about 90 ft., and it rises about 700 ft. high. It moves at about 20 mph. It contains no eye, and the farther you get in the more debris is whirling and the faster the speed of the wind is. 100 ft. out, the wind speed will be around 10 mph. 50 ft. out, the wind speed will be about 40 mph. Inside the dust devil might be 90 mph, 100. She can't sustain the Hurricane for more than 3 minutes, and the longest she's actively controlled it would be about 8 seconds. It's extremely, extremely tiring -- the Hurricane is her trump card, and if it fails she's as good as dead.


Taretha has acquired an air-tight, metal canteen strapped around her waist. About a galloon of water is inside the canteen; it's a portable water source when she isn't around water, as well as a quick drink in a pinch.

History

Her history is revealed in a series of vignettes inspired by songs and classical works in the link. Read it if you want to learn more about her.

So begins...

Taretha Rake's Story

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Taretha Rake pushes the Bar's double-doors open, their hinges squeaking unnecessarily as she moves into the building proper. Her shoes scuff incessantly upon the glossy wooden floor as she makes her way to a metal chair.

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Taretha Rake settles down in her seat, then raises a brow and whips her head around at the sound of belligerent talking.

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Character Portrait: Taretha Rake Taretha Rake says,
 “ God not the Twilighters.]] ”

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Taretha Rake walked into the bar after Rae, rushing to get in before the doors closed. She skidded to a stop in front of one of the bar stools and sat in it. Tapping her fingers on the table, she waited for the bartender to notice her.

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Taretha Rake angled a brow to the woman she recognized as the one she'd followed behind."The bar's not normally so quiet," she admitted, "then again, it's morning. Different from the usual nightlife, and a good difference, as far as I'm concerned."

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Taretha Rake nodded at the girl. "Do you think they'd have anything to wake me up? It's still pretty early in the morning for me, and I really need to wake up... practice for the fights..." She rambled on for a few more seconds, then looked back again at the girl. "I don't suppose I have to pay for this right now, do I? I haven't sixpence in my pockets..."

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Taretha Rake smiled for the first time that day. "Thank you loads for this, if I find some way to pay you back, I will." She grabbed the cup of coffee and sniffed it for a moment -- "Delicious..." -- then upended half the cup in a single gulp, ignoring the fact that it was rather hot, and continued speaking. "A rather crude sport, yes, and I'm taking part in a competition. Wasn't exactly my idea... I blame it on my friends." She smiled again, then extended a hand to the girl. "Taretha. Nice to meet you, Rae."

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Taretha Rake snickered softly. "That's why we love our friends. I guess they make us stronger, if you're prone to believing that sort of wishy-washy thing." She shook the girl's hand and drank a smaller portion, more like a sip, of her cup, then looked at it again. "Damn," she cursed. "Already almost empty..." With a cough, she added, "Do you have more of where the drink came from? It's really good -- oh, and what's it called?"

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Taretha Rake eagerly nodded. "That'd be nice. And why haven't you seen your friends in so long? No one can live on an island, completely cut off from their peers. Same with family... although they've been elusive as well..." She zoned out, staring blankly at the bottles of merlot and sauvignot... then snapped her head up at the word 'different.' "Well, we all change over time, don't we?" she noted, rubbing her now hurting neck.

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Taretha Rake whispered another "Thank you," and finally took a dainty sip from her cup, then raised her brows. "How harsh for such a young soul. But if they're really your friends and family, will it matter who you are as long as you're you? Blood's thicker than any dye remover." She smiled at the neckache comment. "I might've stretched a muscle, but usually it goes away, I just have to wait it -- oh! -- out." Wincing, Taretha continued to rub her neck. "The medicine might help," she condescended.

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Taretha Rake caught the bottle, almost dropping it out of clumsiness. "Damn," she cursed under her breath, then popped open the cap and began to apply the liquid inside to the back of her neck. Immediately she could feel her muscles relaxing. "Wow," she gasped, capping the bottle again; "Where'd you get this? I can feel it working." Taretha placed the bottle on the bar and listened intently to Rae's monologue, and considered it for a moment before carefully placing each word. "I think-- don't quote me on this-- that maybe there might be a chance that your mother, at least, may still be alive. Rarely are mothers of taken people killed... and why would your friends be dead, unless they tried to interfere?"

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Taretha Rake thoughtfully wiggled her toes inside her boots as she looked over Rae. "Not to be rude... but who says you have to tell them? If this is a sensitive story," she said, hesitating somewhat, "if it's something you'd rather not talk about, then that's fine. I don't need to talk about this. And that's pretty interesting about the half-elf, I used to know one..." Taretha trailed off as she noticed Rae's slumping demeanor. Instictively, she put a hand on Rae's shoulder and affectionately squeezed it.

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Taretha Rake smiled at Rae, succeeding in distracting her for a moment from the less happy moments of her past. "Everyone has to learn that sometimes, unless they're being groomed to be waited on for the rest of their lives. The tea was wonderful, by the way." Taretha glanced to the ceiling quickly, where the lights were flickering just a tiny bit, then returned her attention back to Rae. "It looks fine down," Taretha admonished her.

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Taretha Rake offered, "I can probably find a hairdresser around here, there are lots of weird folk around Gambit's Bar." She blinked as Rae went below the counter, then shrugged. "Anything's fine. I'm not too hungry, but I bet a bite wouldn't hurt. Can you find anything for a breakfast, though? Gambit's usually only serves appetizers."

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Taretha Rake almost jumped out of her chair at the noise. "What the Fel was that?!" she exclaimed, looking around. "Rae, was that you?" Taretha enquired, looking over the bar. She couldn't help laughing along with Rae at what she saw -- the girl had gotten stuck in the cabinet doorway! "Hold on, I'll get you out," she promised, then looked around for water. Finally, she found an old discarded water bottle that was crumpled but still had a couple drops of water in it. With a deep breath, she wiggled her fingers (Taretha had refined her technique after the disastrous battle with Cryoface that had almost ended in her doom -- she still had scars from that) and the water flew out of the hole and coated the doorway of the cabinet, lubricating it like oil. "There, you should be able to get out now!" she said triumphantly, congratulating herself on her ingenuity and noting how serendipitous it was to find a water source so close. She'd have to reconsider Rigel's offer to have an air-tight gallon canteen made for her to carry water in...

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Taretha Rake shrugged, abashed. "I've had to practice it a lot. It's what I'm in the arena for..." She couldn't help smiling as she released the water into a puddle, then sent it flying back into the crushed bottle like nothing had happened. She raised a brow at what Rae had found. "Cereal? Do we have milk with that?"

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Taretha Rake giggled at her 'noble treatment.' "We are not amused," she scolded Rae, grinning all the while, and nodded. "Skim, schkim, it's all the same." Taretha took a bowl and spoon from Rae... just as a beeper hidden in the folds of her jeans went off. "Dammit!" she cussed, then turned to Rae with a sad expression. "I've got to go practice -- mandatory for arena participants. I'm sorry I can't stay and talk, but I've got to go now. It's good I had the beeper, or else..." She bit her lips and hugged Rae. "I'm so sorry! We've got to talk some other time." Grabbing her things, she ran out the door and headed to Wing City's arena.

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Taretha Rake grunted, then pushed apart the bar double-doors, walking in with a noticeable slump. Her eyes were bruised and reddened, and her mouth drooped. She made her way over to one of the bar chairs and yelled stridently, "Bartender?"

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Taretha Rake slowly pushed the Gambit's Bar double-doors open, then walked through with graceful poise to one of the un-occupied bar stools. "Bartender," she cried stridently, "a hot chocolate, if you will! The nights're getting colder, it seems."

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Taretha Rake walked in with stern countenance, her eyes flickering between both sides of the bar. "Bartender!" she barked as she ambled over to one of the double-seating tables, clearly expecting someone. "Iced tea, hold the ice and tea!"

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Taretha Rake grabbed the 'iced tea' (which in fact was just a glass of water) from the bartender before watching a girl, Sammie Macchia, walk in, survey her surroundings cautiously, then jump up to the rafters. Curious, Taretha took a quick swig of her water, then walked up the stairs, following Sammie.

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Taretha Rake looked down at the noise of a yell, then blinked at the sight of a bleeding woman surrounded by a woman. She tilted her head sideways, wondering what was going on, before reason struck her and she jumped down, already mentally focusing. She ran over to her previous table, grabbed the water, and dashed back, almost spilling some of the water. Taretha looked the injured woman over for a second, before wiggling her pinkies. The water in the glass splashed over the rim and floated over to the invalid, washing over her head and cleaning out some of the wound.

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Taretha Rake had been washing Serenity's wound up until the paramedics came. With the invalid gone, she grabbed her glass and walked over to the bar, sheepishly asking for a refill. After downing about a half-dozen glasses, Taretha walked over to Ishae again and thanked her-- "Very smooth on the pickup, I didn't even see where you got that phone from. What's your name, by the way?"

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Taretha Rake nodded, seeing the intelligence in her words, and mentally marking her down as a 'good person.' With that being said, she downed yet another glass of water and walked back to the bar. She took a seat next to Sophia Voth. Ordering a water, she glanced at the woman and muttered, "So here we are, the only two people not consuming alcohol. Funny business it is." She momentarily shuddered, as the feeling of another consciousness entering hers came and went.

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Taretha Rake sighed in disgust. "Then that makes only one of us. Sobriety is a lonely word..." Taking the glass of water gratefully, she sipped it with what was a dignified silence (well, it bloody hell wasn't, but she could fake it better than a porn star.) "The days are getting drier and drier, it seems. Not that anyone else would notice," Taretha whispered to herself, not noticing as Roach neared closer to her. She wiggled in her seat, and a slight bulge appeared in her left pocket.