Riza Wilder's History ~

Riza was born into a wealthy, well-known family that had been around for centuries. The majority of them were decent people - they cared about life and appreciated every living being, whether it be as simple as a worm or as complex as a human. Unfortunately, this family had an ancient tradition of searching for immortality - a way to bring everlasting life to their descendants and those worthy enough of such an honor. As the decades wore on, they found themselves no closer to their answer than when the journey first started.

So eventually the deeds of those influenced turned a shade darker, and at some point their dark actions hit its peak. On the surface, the family was a popular, highly esteemed group of people that held themselves to a higher standard than the rest of the world. Underneath the thin exterior lay a corrupt branch of people bent on gaining eternal life. Their once-treasured philosophy of treasuring life was lost, a new one having taken its place. Instead of protecting life and wishing to preserve it, Riza's family now strove for immortality in order to gain more power and riches, no matter the cost. Their wealth had been accumulated over time, but in the most recent decades, it had been dwindled on research and desperate attempts to find things such as the Fountain of Youth.  Now the money was almost fully depleted, and the only thing keeping the family afloat was a facade of good fortune and a higher social rank.

When a member of the family turned 18, the true nature of the family was reveled to him/her, and they were given notice as to which of the "good blooded" people he/she was to marry.

Riza, upon turning 18, instead of adhering to the "new" lifestyle of crushing those in one's way to greatness, was abhorred to find that what she thought she had known was nothing but a lie. Her previous ideals of creating happiness for all living things and being benevolent by nature were quickly cast away as she was molded into the "perfect" family member. This progressed for two years before Riza allowed her opinions to break through. She lashed out upon her elders, refusing to take part in their crazy actions.

Upon being brutally upbraided, Riza's family disowned her and threw her to the streets. Riza found refuge at a local farm where the company there allowed her to live if she worked in the fields. This is where Riza stayed for four months, and while she was there, she began to love the winds that graced the workers. After an arduous day of working in the relentless sun, the wind appeared to allay as much of their weariness as possible.

As the sun beat down upon Riza, despite the wind's soothing nature, her blood boiled. She couldn't believe that her family was hiding under false pretenses and a good name. The fact ate at her core until she began plotting - it was a subconscious thing, really. Before she knew it, she waltzed waltzed into the manor (security couldn't hold her back - she had fighting fans with her. She killed all those who approached.) and began her graceful slaughter of everyone in the building. Anyone who bore that cursed name - infant and elder alike - fell victim to her wrath.

She had come in the night when the world was asleep, but she made sure that she could see the fear in each person's eyes before they died. Their fear - the fear of death - slithered throughout the house and infected every being inside. Riza had the pleasure of forcing them to face that fear.

As she took her leave, she began to feel calmer. A wind had brewed as she was inside, and it seemed to resonate within her. Putting her fighting fans away, she couldn't help but notice the wind trailing in her wake.

It was a short time in Eternum - a few months and the guild had gone belly up, no thanks to the fail of a guildmaster known as Sole (the character, not the mod :P). Riza gained no connections and eventually found herself as guildmaster (something she originally didn't want). She took control with a firm hand, however, and changed the guild for the better.

It took a while for Riza to get stronger. Longer than she'd like to admit, actually. The road hardened her soul and desensitized her to killing, for the most part. She didn't see the point in aimless, needless killing, but she wasn't opposed to killing to meet an end. Not anymore. It was a bit hypocritical, really - one of her driving forces for despising her family was their reckless disposal of life. It seems as though Riza lost her virtues while spiraling down the road to Hell.

In the coming months (potentially years, if you wanna be intensely realistic), Riza slowly made Eternum into the dark guild Arachne Orchid. From finding a semi-hospitable place to creating the guild tattoo, it was an experience... Now she's one of the top wind mages in Fiore, and she plans to take the world by storm and eradicate immortality at its core.

It wasn't long after Arachne Orchid's inception that she was approached by some figures (why bother describing them? You would know if they approached you.) They offered her a position - one that almost seemed that it was made for her. Why refuse? It gave her more power and influence than she already had, and shewas going to need all she could get. We'll see what the future holds for the Wind Whisper.

Eve was having issues speaking from her frustration. I can't believe that damned Hufflepuff is fending off my attacks! Her rage was boiling, and she imagined that steam was poring out of her ears with a shrill cry of a hot kettle piercing the air. Of course, no such thing happened; Hogwarts was a school of witches and wizards, not a mental facility holding kettle-turned lunatics. Clenching her teeth, Eve watched the blonde non-bombshell work some magic. Sarah had decided to use water against her Gryffindor counterpart along with a little spell called Depulso: a spell that happened to bring back unwanted memories of smouldering bird guts.

Shivering, Eve licked her lips, watching the incoming aqua projectile approach. It seemed as though it moved in slow motion; either Eve's brain was moving 1000 miles a minute, or she was just going crazy. Either was certainly plausible; Eve wasn't one to boast about her sanity or brainpower, so for all the world knew, she could be part veela. It would bring me a step closer to Gilderoy's godly level, she thought, closing her eyes and taking in a deep breath. She could almost smell his seductive scent.

But almost wasn't quite good enough - no, not nearly good enough. Eve needed to be up close and personal with her dreamboat, and by golly, was she going to make that happen. But first, she mused begrudgingly, I must take care of... it.

Half of a second had gone by as Eve thought this. Her opponent's water missile was still taking its deadly march onwards, but Eve was momentarily unavailable. She was lost in her mind's musings, and it was going to take more than some pitiful water spell to take her from them.

Eve's mind eye switched its gaze from her future lover to the abomination standing before her - Sarah Carstairs. It's going to take hours of staring at Gilderoy to make up for this brat's hideous physique. She mentally clicked her tongue and walked in circles around the Hufflepuff, like a lion playing with its prey. Time to pounce.

A growl burst forth from the previously silent Eve Furey. It reverberated off of the Great Hall's four walls, ripping through Eve's chest like a revving automobile engine. With a quick flick of her wrist, Eve hoarsely whispered, "Protego Maxima." A light, transparent film spread in a circle from her wand, creating a bubble around her body. It shimmered from the sunlight sneaking in through unguarded windows, and Eve knew it would greatly compliment Gilderoy's skin tone. Nodding at this, she waved her wand in an oval formation, her lips forming the words "Fianto Duri."

Golden light slipped through the cracks of the wood underneath Eve's feet; it appeared in the expanse of her mini circle, and where the light touched Eve's shield began to glow. The shield still shimmered and was slightly transparent, and now it radiated its warm, golden light across the expanse of the room. Silence filled the Great Hall; it was as though all living creatures waited with bated breath, unable to take their eyes from the spectacle before them.

The blast of water hit Eve's shield, successfully breaking the silence as water hit the stage in a cascade of splashes. Eve's figure within the shield could barely be seen as the water gracefully flowed down the sides of her barrier, masking her body in what looked like the golden drink of the gods - ambrosia.