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.
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Taretha Rake
An elemental summoner, focusing upon the use of water and air.
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The Infinite Void
a character in “The Multiverse”, originally authored by Guest, as played by Discipline
Description
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 -- 
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 -- 
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 -- 
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 -- 
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
Taretha Rake stood up again, inhaling loudly. "Violence should not be permitted, under any circumstances," she hinted to Tear Hitsuki. "Especially in this bar. Gambit's bar. Not your bar."
Taretha Rake shrugged at Tear Hitsuki. "Well, truth is, I'm supposed to be at some sort of tournament right now. I had to sneak out, I couldn't relax there. And when people get into fights, I don't particularly enjoy that. So if you'd continue your pacifistic activities, that would be great." She glanced around to watch Adam Hets and ROBCOP exit the bar, and sighed. "Men. Always so difficult."
Taretha Rake wandered into the Bar with a blank expression on her face, one arm flailing violently in front of her her, the other one clutching her head forcefully. Somehow she found her way to the front of the bartop without hitting anyone, although she clearly tripped a couple times on her way in. Without stopping her wild arm motions, she managed to communicate some sort of obviously nonverbal message to the mute bartender, and received a glass full of two-thirds ice, one-third iced tea a few seconds afterwards.
Taretha Rake stopped clenching her head and flailing her arms just long enough to look back at the Bar doors as they opened several times in a row. She watched Shizou-70, Talon, and finally [b]Primrose[/i] enter. Just as that happened, her iced tea began to tinkle rather ominously, and she sighed. Taretha plucked a straw daintily from a dispenser and began to sip.
Taretha Rake glanced around idly at the insanity going on within the Bar. While several cannons aimed at some unseen creature outside, some people appeared to be trying to form some sort of group forcing poor, biologically-blessed animals to fight each other, and a mass killer talking openly about his history could be found within ten metres from two combatants trying to poke holes in each other with pointy objects.
What the hell was wrong with this establishment?
What the hell was wrong with this establishment?
Taretha Rake steepled her fingers.
Oh snap.
Somehow, that was a signal for an iced tea, as a couple seconds later one of the less humanoid-looking bar workers came over to her table and passed her a glass of said drink with a curly straw.
She was pleased.
Oh snap.
Somehow, that was a signal for an iced tea, as a couple seconds later one of the less humanoid-looking bar workers came over to her table and passed her a glass of said drink with a curly straw.
She was pleased.
Taretha Rake glanced sidelong at Mason Giles when he complained of needing a massage. She really hoped he meant a massage.
Because people mean other things sometimes when they say massage.
Obviously, you can't massage someone's face, although some people still insist upon saying that. Taretha preferred the use of the term "pimpslap."
Because people mean other things sometimes when they say massage.
Obviously, you can't massage someone's face, although some people still insist upon saying that. Taretha preferred the use of the term "pimpslap."
Taretha Rake was evidently either hard of hearing or half-blind, guessing at how she hadn't realised it was The Burnt Merc, not Mason Giles. She watched the people get drinks and food with vagueness, feeling rather like she was dreaming this, rather than actually being in Gambit's Bar.
She dismissed it as a side effect of the resurrection. She really hated it when people messed them up like that.
And with that being noted, gave the Bar a cursory scan, noticing suddenly the absence of icy noises and Pokemon fighting, then relaxed in her seat.
She dismissed it as a side effect of the resurrection. She really hated it when people messed them up like that.
And with that being noted, gave the Bar a cursory scan, noticing suddenly the absence of icy noises and Pokemon fighting, then relaxed in her seat.
Taretha Rake straightened up at Kintanu Okitu's mention of storms. Being a 'compositioner' (a term she had given herself recently, after Rigel had informed her that a composer was someone who created music), she was obviously in the mood for a decent storm.
Where else could such a great mage reign but in the eye of the storm?
At that point, she suddenly whipped her head around to glare at Solivan D'apart and Ryahi, the former of which apparently cowering behind an ice wall that promptly shattered.
So amateurish. The point of a wall is that it stays.
Where else could such a great mage reign but in the eye of the storm?
At that point, she suddenly whipped her head around to glare at Solivan D'apart and Ryahi, the former of which apparently cowering behind an ice wall that promptly shattered.
So amateurish. The point of a wall is that it stays.
Taretha Rake whistled the theme from the Ride of the Valkyries as she killed time in the Bar. Not much was happening at the current, really -- she was half-tempted to check out the Battle Arena just to find something to do. Running a hand through her hair, she waited for something exciting to happen.
Taretha Rake glanced up at the DJ Booth as someone exited it. So that was the person controlling the music.
She gave the room a cursory scan, and sat in one of the smaller armchairs by the fireplace. She needed some serious rest and relaxation.
She gave the room a cursory scan, and sat in one of the smaller armchairs by the fireplace. She needed some serious rest and relaxation.
Taretha Rake looked sidelong out of the armchairs as someone ran into the bar noisily. "Can you lower the volume?" she asked rather obnoxiously, and continued to watch the flames. How fun. Fire.
Taretha Rake ignored Vriska for a few seconds, still watching the fire with ardent interest.
After a few seconds, she realised that the woman was not budging, and looked up with a self-confident smile. "What?"
After a few seconds, she realised that the woman was not budging, and looked up with a self-confident smile. "What?"
Taretha Rake gave Vriska a positively beatific smile.
"My problem? My problem? Says the one who runs in here like a damn circus-animal, eh? Some people are trying to relax her, you see? Do? You? See?"
She said it all with an unwavering grin.
"My problem? My problem? Says the one who runs in here like a damn circus-animal, eh? Some people are trying to relax her, you see? Do? You? See?"
She said it all with an unwavering grin.
Taretha Rake stood up in her seat and turned to Vriska. Oh snap. Shit was going down.
"Excuse me for wanting some sleep, then! Rude and-- girl, don't make me z-snap your ass, mind your damn business," she said, forwarding that last part to Elisabeth, who Taretha had just spied looking at them.
"Excuse me for wanting some sleep, then! Rude and-- girl, don't make me z-snap your ass, mind your damn business," she said, forwarding that last part to Elisabeth, who Taretha had just spied looking at them.
Taretha Rake cocked a brow.
"Long story. Anyway. Stop bothering me. I've got things to do, person." At that point, Taretha realised... she didn't even know this person's race.
"What are you?" she enquired in a somewhat less cocky voice.
"Long story. Anyway. Stop bothering me. I've got things to do, person." At that point, Taretha realised... she didn't even know this person's race.
"What are you?" she enquired in a somewhat less cocky voice.
Taretha Rake couldn't help herself. She really couldn't.
"Did you just! Oh, that's hilarious!" she yelled loud enough to bring the roof down in between bouts of laughter. The laugh itself was an awful mix between a flock of geese honking and a crowd of people with vuvuzuelas each blowing into them intermittently.
"Did you just! Oh, that's hilarious!" she yelled loud enough to bring the roof down in between bouts of laughter. The laugh itself was an awful mix between a flock of geese honking and a crowd of people with vuvuzuelas each blowing into them intermittently.
Taretha Rake continued her obnoxious laughter, now starting to plaudit rather ghetto-ly in turn with her giggles. She tried smothering them in her arm, but when that didn't work, she laughed even harder.