Description
Very tall at 5'8", Maria is lucky-- her metabolism is high enough that she gets to eat whatever she wants and still stays stick-skinny. That, and the calories she burns practicing riding her Skygait helps (and gives her the impression that dieting is for stupid lazy idiots.) she was also lucky that she inherited the body that attracted her father to her mother: plenty of curves and wearing attire that invokes her bust to be bigger than it entirely is. Her hair is, indeed, naturally red and short and always windblown, while she has big blue eyes and plenty of freckles on her tan face. She usually wears overly revealing attire, showing off like the proud girl she is-- tube and bikini tops and tight leather or spandex pants. Her one definitive mark is a large, dark scar that snakes jaggedly around her left arm.
Personality
Maria is always up for a challenge, well-trained by her father, Skylar Greyfield. She is a daredevil, outgoing, hotheaded and rash, everything you would expect a fiery redhead to be. She is a good strategist and loves to practice on the Thunderbolt, every minute of her spare time is spent riding. However, she is also very proud and her ego sometimes gets the best of her... hence the reason for her promiscuous clothing.
Equipment
The Thunderbolt, Maria's Skygait, is a small, skate-board like vehicle, probably almost two feet long and half a foot wide, solid lime green with a single white stripe vertically down the center. It is a hoverboard, with several lime green discs that give it the ability to hover, the discs well-concealed because they are where to aim to bring the Thunderbolt down. It has two strap-down seat-belt-like things, to keep Ri-ri in place on her board. It's built for speed, and has an average mph of 120-260. Agile and made to cut tight turns, good for evasiveness and dodging, as well as stealth. The down side is that it's not equipped with any weapons but one lasergun, shooting repetitive red projectiles at the target. The lasers can cut through most materials.
Other than that she really doesn't have much "equipment."
History
Maria, aged 21, grew up in a Skygait-supportive household. Her mother was sweet and gentle and her father, if sometimes brusque or gruff, had a soft spot for his daughter. She was awarded for her patience in being taught aerodynamics and such especially needed for the sport that at twelve, she was awarded with a Skygait f her own-- the Thunderbolt. Also that year, Maria got her scar in an accident involving her father's huge tank of a Skygait. Now, about a decade later, Maria is an expert on her Skygait and entering her first airborne competition-- Jetlock.
So begins...
Alighieri cackled with the roar of a thousand dying races, a terrifying scream which echoed into the depths of the void.
The expanse of the void was endless, and he just wanted a beer, anything good and strong, and it didnt just matrialise out of nothing. So how to get out of the endless expanse of a rather beautiful endless flower meadow was actually rather nice. It was not often he got to really just wander a flower meadow, and as beautiful as it was, there had to be a door or a window or something.
Finally finding what looked like a door frame, with no visible door per sei, he tried going through it, like it was a opening in a fence, and promptly smacked into a door panel with a hard thud. The dragon saw he couldnt fit through the door but it was infact a door. Dust was on the ground among the beautiful flowers but he felt he should not disturb the dust, it was after all possible that someone had distributed family ashes there. And just being there made the dragon shift form to his human asize and get to his knees, bowing three times towards a nearby small pile of void dust before getting to his feet.
Turning back to the door frame he found the4 handle. But something made him halt. Where there others looking for the door that he had just found ?
“
Kragum!? I ahear you, n'where you in this... darkness?
”
Kragum followed the sound of Fesna's voice through the Infinate Void. Finally her figure faded from the darkness.
Fesna's heart fluttered as Kragum faded through the black. A tear came to her eye as she rushed him, leaping forward for an embrace. She was confused - just moments ago they had been enjoying a flagon. Or was it moments ago?
“
...It me, Kragum. Y'know another smellin' fine as I?
”
Kragum shook his head and tried to smile. She caught on to his suspicions. With everything that had happened back at Wanderer's Camp, could you blame him? The supernatural bit at the edges of their sanctuary and pushed the folk further into Wing City. Now...where were they?
smack!
"What was that?!" Fesna clung to Kragum and aimed doe eyes at the noise. It sounded almost as if...someone had...hit their head?
Fesna looked at Kragum as thescent of flowers drifted from the source of the sound. She broke away from Kragum and not one step later was suddenly surrounded in an endless meadow of flowers. Her breath caught in her throat as she realized the beauty of the place, but also the infinity of it. Then, it hit her.
Kragum must have blinked wrong. Suddenly he was in an endless flower meadow-and how did Fesna get so far away?! He would have enjoyed the scenery, if he wasn't so suspicious, and if he hand't just been drinking rum at a bar!
He waved his arms over his head to get her attention and started off towards her through the flowers.
"Fesna! Do not move!" Kragum had no idea how things worked in this strange place. He didn't like it, and he didn't want to lose her again. He charged forth and left a path of disgruntled vegetation behind him.
Kragum stopped in his tracks as Fesna's wail reached him, a chill brushing over his skin. He picked up the pace, and this time it was Kragum's turn to go in for a hug.
Fesna embraced him back and began to weep. She wasn't ready to die! She had things to do, places to see! Remorse for wasted time hit Fesna like a ton of bricks.
“
Fesna.....hey, Fesna? Fesna!
....look over there?
”
Fesna gave a final pitiful sob, wiped her nose on Kragum's shoulder, and looked to where he was pointing.
There was a door, and it was closing.
She didn't even think twice grabbing Kragum's hand and barreling for the door.
Kragum let himself be dragged through the flowers, matching her speed and excitement. When they reached the door it had just clicked shut. Breathing hard, he bent over to catch up on air, and noticed a bunch of strange dust on the ground. That, too, unsettled him.
Fesna toed the dust gently, but Kragum yanked her away. She would have laughed at his superstition under almost any other circumstance.
Kragum gave Fesna a hard nod, and tried for the door. To both of their surprise it was unlocked!
Fesna grabbed Kragum's face, gave him a hard smooch, and pulled him through the door.