Mila Riviére

Five and a half feet of flowers and flame; she may look innocent, but plays no games.

Appearance

Mila has delicate features; full lips, silken skin, and high cheekbones. Striking green eyes framed by wispy lashes gaze with a questioning intensity as she observes the milieu and nuances in life. Her long, chocolate hair falls in gentle waves to the middle of her back – when it isn’t done up in an elegant braid. It’s not often one sees her without her chador, but underneath lies subtle curves wrapped in soft, snakeskin leathers in hues of green and gold.

Occupation

Personality and Biography

Don’t let her fragile appearance fool you. This lady has fire in her soul and is a quick study to boot. Merely preferring to peacefully observe should not be mistaken for weakness – for she is willing do whatever is necessary to complete the task at hand. Mila may take some time to warm up to others due to her lack of social life, as she spends much of her time alone, mainly avoiding her parents and their constant berating and arrangements for her.

Mila comes from a small, middle-class family. Despite not being wealthy, her parents are extremely entitled beings, whose plans for their daughter included nothing more than marrying her off to the wealthiest man they could convince to take her. Of course, Mila had other ideas of what her life should entail; turning instead, to the limitless marvel that is writing – a venture which her parents took full advantage of.

Stipulating that Mila must allow her parents to deal with the business end, she focused on writing… oblivious to the fact her parents were keeping the fruits of her labor, all the while leading her to believe she had yet to sell any works. Rather than be discouraged by this, however, her ambitions remain absolute as she strives for illustriousness.

Despite the money she has unknowingly made for her parents, they find her lazy, useless, and untalented (and rarely miss the chance to tell her as much). So when the opportunity arose to both get rid of their daughter and gain the affluence they had been attempting to procure since her birth… they jumped at the chance, immediately offering Mila up like an unwanted camel.

Be that as it may, the not-so-unexpected betrayal was not a problem for Mila, who was all-too ready to venture out into the world and escape the tyranny of her parents in search of adventure, knowledge, and inspiration… come what may.

Belongings

Other than clothing, Mila carries with her a small, hand-crafted journal and a leather roll containing various writing tools.

Name: Geralt ‘Rusty’ Ramerkins

Color: Orangered | FF4500

Age: 45

Gender: Male

Description: Geralt Ramerkins is a large man. This sentence should be enough alone to describe him as once you have been in his presence for more than five moments you know exactly what is meant by it. He is physically a big man with years of decadence taking their toll on his once you and athletic body. He easily clears the 6-foot mark in terms of height and his clothes often look fit to bursting when he is squeezed into them (Some say by a small army off servants with a specially designed shoe horn for dinner jackets).

His hair is also a spectacle as the tope of his head is almost entirely clear of hair. However, in a small ring running just above his ears, down the side burns and just over his upper lip is a ring of bright red hair. It juts out about 4 inches in a great flamboyant disk, from above it is said to be similar to a balding eclipse. This burning red facial monument gave birth to his nickname ‘Rusty’ which is used so often most forget he even has a first name.

He garbs himself in finest silk suits for formal occasions with an immense cravat that cradles the many folds of his neck. For less formal meetings he puts on his hunting garb, he is wrapped in a cloak of soft white linen with fine patterns of gold thread running through. Over which he has a large sun-bleached leather coat the tails of which lead down to his ankles. It contains many tubes of ammunition as well as a distinctive array of handkerchiefs ranging from simple plain white to the most flamboyant polka dot.

Occupation: Aristocrat! Hunt Master! Devourer of banquets! Crack Arbalist!

Personality/Bio: ‘Rusty’ is large in all respects, bar his physically immense form he also has a disgustingly vast wealth almost entirely inherited from his farther who earned it through a boring string of property deals and sound investments. Rusty made it his life work to squander the fortune on anything and everything that his father missed out on due to ‘responsibility’. Including a house that is as large as it is recklessly dangerous in form and function.

Hewn into the walls of the oasis is the Ramerkins estate. A needlessly tall structure that is also almost entirely hollow. This enormous hollow chamber is in fact open to the outside through large gates to allow the pack into the ‘theater’. Fortunately for the wider city there is no way for the beasts to advance further at ground level as the only other access to the room is the viewing platform 4 stories up from the pit where Rusty entertains his rich guests by launching crossbow bolts at the vicious beasts. This so called hunting is Rusty’s most passionate pass time and his main reason for venturing out into the desert is, “It’s bloody boring if the beggars cant bite back’, to put it in his own words.

As one might expect years of launching crossbows while immensely drunk in the companies of other fine and upstanding gentlemen has made him surprisingly good at it sober. He is actually considered one of the best shots in the city. His enormous, ‘Wynderchester Gentlemans Hand Cannon’ can tear the leg of the member of the pack from 50 meters away. Some say the only reason he can fire it is because his fat absorbs all the recoil.

On a day to day basis he is a jolly chap. Warm and accepting of almost everyone including crooks and commoners, in his own words; “My farther probably cheated you out of hundreds with his contracts! At least let me get the next round!”. This boisterous manner has lead to a certain disdain among more academics but surprising acceptance among the commons.

Possessions: ‘Wnderchester Gentlemans Handcannon’ crossbow, a large two handed beast of a weapon with a draw so heavy he breaks a sweat loading it (Though he breaks a sweat doing most things). A large bottle of brandy with a small note attached reading, ‘Best served with victory’. Several changes of linin robe, his hunting jacket and his dress uniform (Never know when you might need to entertain!). A distinct lack of an inside voice.