Rivika ~ Done

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001. NAME• Rivika K. Skell
002. NICKNAME• Riv, Rivi, etc.
003. AGE• Eighteen and a half
004. BIRTHDATE• November 19, 1990
005. WHERE YOU LIVE?• An apartment in New York, New York.

001. YOUR FACE• Heart shaped with good cheek bones.
002. HAIR• Long brown locks fall to the small of her back. She varies from wearing it up and down.
003. EYES• The right is gray while the other is hazel green. She normally wears colored contacts to prevent others from seeing the different colors.
004. HIEGHT• Rivika is the average height of Five foot five.
005. WEIGHT• About 130 lbs.
006. BODY MODS• One ear piercing at the bottom of her ear. She sometimes wears earrings.
007. FASHION/STYLE• Rivika dresses in mainly reds and black but you can find her wearing any color in the rainbow if you see her enough. Normally accompanied by a short tang top and jeans with sharp heels, you could also meet her walking down the street in converse, shorts, and a loose t-shirt.

001. LIKES• Several things Rivika likes are violence, clothes, magazines, shoes, music, cars, and watching people in a non-stalkerish way. Very much so your average teenage girl, no?
002. DISLIKES• Dislikes would be extremely large bugs, rude people, hypocrites, couples, relationships, ghosts, her parents.
003. FEARS• Rivika’s fears are her past returning to haunt her, ghosts, falling in love, getting hurt, and death.
004. STRENGTHS• Some strengths are her stubborn attitude, courage, hot head, ability to adapt, will power, confidence, and how she doesn’t care what others think.
005. WEAKNESSES• She likes alcohol, hallucinates from time to time, jumps to conclusions, is overly complicated, dramatizes things a little too much.
006. ODDITIES• Rivika carries a gun, she can get up in your face for no apparent reason, she should really be locked up in an insane asylum, and she has a phobia of having any relationship with people. (She’s more likely to pull a gun on you then introduce herself.)
007. ORIENTATION• Rivika is straight.
008. SPECIFIC MORALS• She lives by her own rules and does what she wants when she wants. Try to boss her around, it’ll have a bad ending for one of the two.
009. PERSONALITY OVERVIEW• A complicated persona resides just below the surface of this average looking female. No simple word can really describe this nut case nor can you shove it all into a nut shell. She’s shoved thoughts of connections out of her mind and given herself the mind set of never letting people in as all they apparently do is hurt. Rivika has always suspected the supernatural existed but she never really tried to explore that claim. One of the ways to put her is “insane.” Hallucinations, frequent melt downs in her private personal time, who wouldn’t suspect her of being insane and unworthy of the eye of society. Outcast in general, how could it not paint the image she should remain as? Perhaps a more fitting way of describing her odd and unique personality is that you shouldn’t judge a book by its cover. You may be surprised on what lurks within. The chapters are chalk full of information that is critical but don’t set down a thick book because you don’t want to read it. Some of the best things are better left unsaid and witnessed then explained and left alone. Her icy personality has developed from a lack of interest in her when she was in those always critical child hood years but you’d have to delve deeper into her history before completely understanding what makes Rivika her insane self.

001. PARENT ONE• Mother: Kelsey L. Skell ;; Deceased ;; Cause of death was an after effect of being in a severe fire.
002. PARENT TWO• Paul J. Skell ;; Currently working for the Mafia.
003. SIBLINGS• None she knows of.
004. PETS• None. She’s not a big animal person when it comes to permanently owning them.
005. HISTORY OVERVIEW• Between the ages of 1 day and four years old, Rivika had a perfectly normal toddler-hood where she was born, had a couple birthdays, and had a mom to tuck her in at night and scare away the monsters under the bed. During the day she would run around and play and her mom and dad were there when she really needed them. Frequently getting into mischief one way or another whether it be from stealing a cookie from the cookie jar to tripping and requiring stitches above her right eye, she was destined to be Daddy’s Princess. The only downside was she was frequently left alone to grow up as her mother started to grow distant after her fourth birthday.

The ages running from five to nine were extremely simple and included the start of grade school, the big accomplishment of getting a gold star, and having her first sleepover. That was a big success and little Rivika would run around with her friends at recess and tease all the little boys. There was a rather hard time when she was sadly raped and missed a few months of school. This was to happen right after her mother had been caught in a fire and developed her little issues caused by it. The girl you know today started her severe disorders back when her mother later passed when she was nine years old. With out a maternal figure to guide her, how was this little girl to blossom into a beautiful young woman? She only vowed to herself she would be the best daughter she could and be as perfect as was expected. Of course, we all know those who assume that role always fall before their time and crack under such pressure. She’s just another story like them.

Pubescent years come and go and each child has a different story to tell of theirs. Rivi’s development was again very normal except she had long since drifted from her friends and worked as hard as she could on grades. Anything to get ahead and away from so many people closing in on her wondering why she was acting the way she was like walls in an Egyptian trap. Her middle school years were frequented with those strenuous parties that everyone thinks is cool and she tried to enjoy herself. It was more then enough for her though when it came to how much socialization she did allow herself to have.

Those rough teenage years have finally arrived and she’s been nearing the end of those treasured high school times at long last. Completing her schooling at long last, Rivika has finally, or supposedly, straightened herself out. She has the bright future to any college she wants, she has the supposedly perfect guy who she’ll probably marry, and the perfect life excluding being a cheer leader. Ah, but nothing good in life stays for long now does it? He’s caught in the wrong place at the wrong time, all she’s come to know shatters and she’s left to pick up the pieces. Leaving the perfect boy, she refuses the perfect life destined for her. Rivika has now turned down a college education, traded her friends in for a pistol who won’t betray her, traded her life with a lover for the life with his murder staining her hands, and worst of all, accepting defeat for her inability to be what everyone always wanted from her. She hopes her life is now a simple one where she will never have to trust again.

Yo', my name is Stacey but you can call me Riv or Rivi, and I've been the walking dead for fourteen soon to be fifteen years, and I've been grave robbing for one years, I dug up lovely Crimson Kiss by means of an advertisement on horse phenomena and adore it.

001. ANYTHING ELSE?• questions, comments, anything...
002. ROLE PLAY SAMPLE•

So dusk had decided to take the day off and day skipped right into night with the stars coming out in the night. It was something you had to work to make out against the lights but i was sure i could see a couple up there somewhere. The wind was brutal in lashing at the female and hair was blown about where she would have had some difficulty making out any shape from behind the curtain. When he handed her a card, her small hand cautiously took it and held it in one hand. Since when did he carry business cards on him? She thought.
Nod was given as he suggested she be the one to think instead of him. With the quick hug and he turned to go, her eyes never left his back until the doors closed and i was left alone. Shrugging, anatomy crumpled again just so she was sitting on the ground and staring at those same hands with the card in it. Tremors racked spine as if she was going to cry again but the tear ducts were bone dry and only some choked sobs echoed on the air. She felt so numb and somehow more real then she had in a long time. Her hands came to face to breathe in and out until she managed to feel a little better. Picking the card up, digits clicked the down button and worked with drying eyes as the elevator continued down. Once there, i hailed a cab and told him the address.
"You alright, hun?" He inquired as any cab driver would these days.
"I don't know." I responded automatically. The man sighed and continued to ask.
"Did you leave him up there?" Indicating the tower.
I shook my head and only murmured some soft words. "Actually, I think I did." Taxi driver nodded and drove on in silence. Stepping out, i went to pay him and he shook his head.
"You've been through enough tonight, little lady. It's on me." He patted his chest for emphasis and i nodded in meek relent.
"Thanks . . ." The girl murmured and got out to get into the hotel. It was going to be a long night but by now her eyes were dry as she whispered another thank you to the doorman and was up in her room without questions. Slipping into the room, her eyes saw a balcony branching off of window doorway that hadn't seen before. Getting onto it, anatomy shivered as she had changed into a black night gown that stopped mid-thigh. It was rather more night t-shirt gone over-sized but with some hot tea, she was curled up in a chair and sipped on it while watching the night go on.