SZHIVENI, ratriee agidel

[Ratriee Agidel Szhiveni]

despite the lies that you're making
RATRIEE agidel SZHIVENI
your love is mine for the taking
•••


Here I am. I look into your mind. Unafraid, I touch your heart. With a smile I bring out your dreams and nightmares. With a whisper I take away your pain.
With the Night's decend, I will disappear from you, taking away with me all that I know and feel.
You don't need to know, not wil you ever see, the troubles of a Free Gypsy's Heart.

my love is just waiting
THE BASICS
to turn your tears to roses
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FULL NAME|| Ratriee Agidel Amria Szhiveni
NICKNAME(S)|| Rati, Dela, Madame Malika
AGE|| 18
GROUP|| Human
NATIONALITY|| Romani
OCCUPATION|| Gypsy and a Fortune-Teller
CANON OR ORIGINAL|| Original

i will be the one that's gonna hold you
THE APPEARENCE
i will be the one that you run to
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HAIR|| Reddish Black
EYES|| Dark Chocolate
HEIGHT/WEIGHT|| 5'2"/ 115
GENERAL DESCRIPTION|| Over all Ratriee is small and pettite. Her features are slightly round, as they can be traced back to her heritage, though it is evident from one look at her. Her dark chocolate eyes shine slightly with the mare surface of the knowlege that she holds bellow from the generations past. Her wild mass of black hair, echoed with the red of fire when ever light shines on her. Her shape, soft and gentle, yet elegant in its own right. It is evident, she is no athlete, but if she should so desire, she can dance hours on end to the enchanting songs. Her long fingers, as a Gypsie's should be, as quick as her mind is cunning. Her form is typically clad in traditional gypsy clothing or that of Hindu people from far off India. Jewelry and light scarfs seem to enjoy her company as well.

DISTINGUISHING FEATURES||
Scars- Rati has a couple of scars. One on her shoulder blade, that looks like it was left by a whip, and a couple others of same nature running along her back. Another on the back of her jaw on the right in shape of an asymetrical cross, looking as if made by a knife. She has a burn in shape of a lily on her thigh, but no one sees that one.

Tatoos- She has a tatoo of a spade (The card thingy not the weapon) against a blood red rose in full bloom and a dull green stem on her right shoulder. On the base of her neck on the back she has a tatoo of a down pointed dagger encrusted with saphires. On her left hip, or rather on her lower left corner of her stomach, she has a tatoo of a skull with a midnight blue ribbon pooled around it and a blue butterfly with white designs on the wings circling above it. As well she has a decorative tatoo on her lower back, the triancular kind with swirls at the base of the spine.

my love is a burning, consuming fire
THE PERSONALITY
no you'll never be alone
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LIKES||

[/color]To know the minds and thoughts of people
•To drink
•The night
•History
•Art
[/ul]DISLIKES||

[/color]Her father
•Violence
•Getting into sticky situations
•Dealing with Idiots
•Morning.
[/ul]GENERAL PERSONALITY|| By all odds, Rati should have been a disterbed child, with complexities enough to build a bridge to the moon. Surprisingly she is not. True, she has quite a few self issues, things she hates about herself, but no one sees, no one needs to know. She's a pretty closed off individual, though it may seem untrue. She lets no one and nothing close, tells nothing, and keeps her past in the shadows. Over and all, Rati appears to be open, enchanting, sweet, and mysterious. She listens, and offers advise, if such is needed. Her world, lost to her for ever, now lives for ever engraved in her artworks. At times she looses herself for hours at a time, working on a painting, with music playing in the background. Though it may appear unnatural, Rati is rather sarcastic and cynical individual. The kind who have hearts of ice, and sweet smiles that hide the sorrow and bitterness in the eyes. She has issues getting close to people because of that. Not to mention the violence that was done against her.

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when darkness comes i'll light the night with stars
THE HISTORY
hear my whispers in the dark
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PARENTS|| Her mother is dead, and her father disowned her. For that, she has forgotten their names.
SIBLINGS|| None, she was the first born.
OTHER FAMILY|| She has a grandmother, from her mother's side, Gita, that still talks with her. She is the one that passes the secrets onto Ratriee.
SPOUSE|| None.
CHILDREN|| None.
HISTORY|| Everyone has things they wish to forget.
Ratriee's parent's met during a Spring gathering, when their tabors joined the ranks of the many others. Almost like a Gypsy "Romeo and Juliet" their paths unwove. Unaproved, if not almost cursed by both sides. Alas, before the fight, for Rati's mother was betrothed, could grow bigger, the Elder settled it. He dismissed the arrangement, and set the young couple free. It was then that he almost jokingly said that the young maiden's heart is too free too be bound down by anything, it would rather wheither and die than stay in one place too long. Horrible prophesy, that was unwoven and understood oh, much too soon.

Not long after the marrige, the young maiden became with a child. The young couple flourished, as the man began to set up a life for them. He was by far too eager. Little did they know the fate that had bestown its playfull hand upon their gray fates. In the cold of winter, the young maiden went in labor. Long was the birth of the first born daughter. The old gypsies shook their heads "She won't make it throught the night." Their words too, spoke the words of fate. The young woman died as soon as the cry of the child rung in the room. She only managed to whisper Ratriee, before her soul escaped to the longed for freedom of the plains.

The father, deep with grief, named the child. As proper by three names. Ratriee. Night. They all knew. Agidel. White River. (For she was born in winter) Only he and family knew. Amrita. Only he whispered that name into the child's ear. No one knew... Curse.

To him, the one begoten her, the very child, the fruit was a curse. For how could this small, shriveled being, take away the life of his beloved? Thus he rejected her very existance.

He was there, when the Tabor raised her. He was there when Gita took the child in. He was there when the child grew. And he made sure, above all else, that the child knew exactly what she was, and exactly what she has done. They let him, seeing no harm in a father seeing his child. Little they knew.

When she had grown older and he began to take her on long journeys. He said to see if she inherited the famous gift. Each time they rechurned the child shrank away from his every look in her diraction. Still, the Tabour could not refuse. The child was his. It was thus she grew.

At sixteen, Gita, the grandmother, initiated the girl into the clan, bestowing upon her the old tradition. For the next couple of years, Rati studied and grew up further, refusing any marrige proposals that were sent to her grandmother. A couple of months ago, she left the Tabour, moving away to the city. Though her heart longs for the vast plaines and endless skies, she closes her eyes, and churns away, walking silently into her shop.

my love is just waiting
THE ROLEPLAYER
to clothe you in crimson roses
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ALIAS|| Ratriee, or Aria
AGE|| It's a secret cloacked with darkness
CONTACT INFO|| Pm is just fine, unless given other methods
HOW DID YOU FIND US|| Poking around. ^_^
HERMIONE'S FEELING OUT|| admin edit
ANYTHING ELSE|| Excited to be here, and can't wait to start Rping!
RP SAMPLE||
This is from another site.

Typical day in the city. People rushing to and fro. Carts darting up and down the street. Stands lining up along their rows. Merchants yelling about the quality of their works. Too bad, keep on yellling with out use, only to have your throats raw by evening. Women gosiping by open shops. Drunken men stumbling out of the bars. And a crowd of people filling the streets. A girl, standing out from the rest, dressed in bright robes of green, red, yellow, white, and black, strolled down the pavement.

Her pale eyes were shifting to and fro as she took in her surroundings. The people were the main thing. The crowd. The crowd was perfect. She has long noticed that where there is a crowd, there is chaos. Where there is chaos, people stop thinking for themselves, thus creating confusion. Once there is confusion, people forget about themselves, their belongings, or anyone else who happens to be close to them, focusing only on the object of the mob's attention. There! There were the theif's two companions; chaos and confusion. Just right when one can controll the crowd.

The stands were full of things, useless things. Pots, pans, bowls, bead-work, vases. Nothing was was worth wile enough to steal. Then, just as she was about to give up, she spoted it. It- was a short dagger, the kind that gets strapped to the inside of one's arm, with the handle covered in jewels. It- was perfect.

She paused for a second, admiring the object of her attention from afar before aproaching. Coming over to the stand, she began looking at jewelry staying as far away from the knife as she could. The merchant imidiately stopped calling out, focusing on his 'new customer.' She ignored his blabering. She was waiting. In order to steal the knife, she needed someone else here. But, it seemed that fortune was looking in her diraction that day.

Shortly after, two men in silk red shirts, and black capes approached the stand. The merchant's attention shifted imidiately to them. Perfect. She waited for some bit, still looking over the jewelry, even spotting a few things she could take, but... no, her eyes were on the dagger. Soon, she shifted closer to the men, reaching for something above the dagger. Picking it up, she closely inspected it, just as master expects his work. Finding it suppositely non-sufficiant, she placed it back. But, oh, how wonderfull it is to have long wide sleeves. As she was pulling her hand back to her side, her skilled fingers plucked the knife hiding it with in the sleeve using the special band she had around the forearm expecially for such a knife.

Shifing slightly away she confinued to inspect the merchandise. Noticing that the men were about to leave, she caught the merchant's attention and began nagotiating for some expencive necklace. It 'suppositely' caught her attention. The merchant unfortunately was giving too high of a price. The young woman continued to nagotiate, as the two men began walking away, but was staring to wrap it up. As soon as they were a few yards away, she shook her head, saying that the price was too much, and began to walk away as well. The merchant called her back.

"I can buy 10 of your jeweled daggers for that money! The crystals it has are worth more then this!" She paused, allowing her eyes to drop down to the stand. "Speaking of which... where is it?"

"Why, it is right...." The merchant never got a chance to finish his sentence. The dagger was not there. "I have been robbed! HELP! HELP! Somebody stole my goods! Catch them! They are thieves!" The crowd began looking at him, then around for anyone suspecious. "HELP! CATCH THE MEN IN RED SHIRTS WITH BLACK CAPES! THEY STOLE FROM ME!"

The crowd wasn't too hard to rally up. With his last words, everyone began to move. Run. Search. Yell. Perfect. Chaos and confusion. With a small smile on her lips, the girl disappeared into the the crowd's depths. Franctic, looking for the theives.... For theives were bad. And people were so stupid. Using the wide sleeves as a cover, she used her old daggers to cut off a couple of purses of people around her, as everyone tried to catch up to the two friends. This day, just couldn't get better. The thought crossed her mind, as she hid the purses with in the folds of her clothing, and continued to run with the general mass. The crowd-so easy to control.

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[Mihaela Reveka Vladescu]

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