Villain Application For Ruiri (Lil_Mouse)

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What is your Minecraft Account Name?: Lil_Mouse

 

 

 

What is your ingame Character Name?: Ruiri Izalith

 

 

 

What is your Character’s Race?: High Elf (Fjarriauga)

 

 

 

Have you read and familiarized with all server rules and the villain rules?: Yes

 

 

 

Links to any previous villain applications (for reference, these can be from previous characters, or previously denied applications to show how you’ve improved): Nope

 

 

 

What VA are you applying for? (Lesser Evils, Greater Evils [Greater includes Lesser by default, you don't need two applications if you apply for greater first]): Greater Evils

 

 

 

 

Why is your character the way he/she is?  What has led them to a path requiring a Villain Application?:

 

Both greater and lesser evils were developed for Ruiri not by birth or any significant event during her childhood. As a woman, even during a time of endurance after her husband’s disappearance, Ruiri maintained a pleasant personality, with moral and no real motivation to commit an action of harming or violence. She already had a fascination of the dark arts such as necromancy due to the people surrounding her in her family, although she never delved deep enough into it to be willing to learn it.

 

Glaewen, a Frost Witch mother approached Ruiri one evening, and requested that she follow. Curious, and perhaps stupid, she did. After a small session of suspicious conversation between the two, Ruiri was cursed and left alone. Unsure at the time of what had happened or what was to come she began to develop the traits of a Frost Witch and experienced the transformation alone. The Frost Witch Mother, Glaewen disappeared, which explains why Ruiri was left alone, hunger building. Gabrielle, another Mother, adopted Ruiri and took her under her wing, teaching her the basics of their unique magic and about her curse. The hunger that comes with this curse is just one of the many new ways Ruiri’s personality and being has been manipulated into carrying out villainous tasks and deeds.

 

 

 

What are his/her motives?  What do you plan to gain from this?:

 

Ruiri, as a Frost Witch, gets very hungry. Like her sisters, she is motivated by this hunger to prey on the weak and feed, to satisfy her unnatural hunger and sate her curse.

 

 

What moral boundaries does your character have, if any?:

 

She wouldn’t kill or eat a child. She’s against torture of any living creature, and although might stand by as a bystander, would not conduct the activity herself.

 

What general kind of Villain will you be? (Bandit, Pirate, Raider, Madman, Cultist, Antihero, Destroyer Of Worlds, etc etc…):

 

Frost Witch

 

 

Open Response - Answer at least two of the open ended scenarios below. Do not powergame, metagame, or do anything else rulebreaking or unrealistic. Each scenario is designed with no particular objective in mind and is open ended deliberately. Assume your character is in each position, regardless of their normal situations:

 

 

-An young man wanders down the road, seeming to be looking for something, with no others in sight that you can tell… (edited scenario)

 

Ruiri sits atop a bench at an empty workshop, waiting for a companion of hers. She sits there idly, with no real intention, but taps her foot out of frustration. The boy comes peeking around the corner, stepping up into the workshop. “Uh- Excuse me, i’m looking for the owner of this smithy?” he raises her eyebrow. The boy is fidgety, full of energy. She stands up almost immediately, a pleasant smile spreading across her expression- brightening her appearance. Ruiri steps across the stones of the workshop as she approaches, linking her hands together and shaking her head as she begins to speak. “I’m afraid I am also waiting for him. He was supposed to be here hours ago, but seems to be distracted.” she shakes her head, frowning only briefly.

 

Feigning an idea, she leans toward him subtly, raising an eyebrow. “However I have an idea of where he may be. If you’d like we could go together, I wouldn’t mind the extra person along the road.” Hesitantly, the boy accepts. Ruiri and the young man wander out of the workshop, idly chattering as she leads him along a path, swerving off of the main road. Stopping outside of a rather ominous looking cave, she turns to him, continuing to play her game. She makes it very clear that she made a mistake, at least making it appear to be an accident. She shrugs, retrieving a pad from her belt, unclipping a piece of shaped charcoal and scribbling a note down on it. “We can try a messenger bird.” she suggests as they begin to wander back, a look of disappointment crossing his face.

 

Placing the charcoal back she draws a intricate dagger, not very large, and slices through the page, tearing it off unnecessarily. But the man takes little notice of it. Afteralll, she’s been so pleasant and helpful for the way here. Holding the note out, knife in her other hand she smiles, “Run that back to the city, and he’ll come along soon enough.” the boy reaches out for the note, having to take a step forward, raising his hand to take it. As his fingers clasp it, she tugs slightly, and lifts her blade upward, tip pointing to the sky. The blade rammed upward into the fleshy part of his jaw, his eyes wide in surprise. She hadn’t killed him, and she seemed to become flustered at her mistake. Locked in shock, he stumbled backwards as Ruiri withdrew her knife from his jaw, but followed up quickly by swiping it horizontally across his throat. He stared at her, stumbled left and right before falling onto his knees, and then backward against the bank of grass aside the road. She wiped her blade on his shirt, staining it red before brushing her thumb across his cheek, frowning apologetically almost. “I didnt mean for it to be that slow.” she sighed to herself, and sheathed her blade. “You won’t be going to waste, though, I assure you.” Ruiri looked down at the corpse, and then chuckled to herself. Why on earth was she apologising to a dead man?

 

 

 

-You are about to head out of your house when someone starts pounding on your door frantically.  You open the door to see a human woman, dress half torn, a gash across her cheek bleeding, fear in her eyes as she begs you for help. Someone has just attacked her and her sister, killing the sister, and the girl barely getting away and losing him...

 

Ruiri blinked slightly, her violet eyes fluttering in surprise at the sound of the frantic knocking. She twists on the handle and pulls the door inward, peering outside. Widening the door slightly at the sight of the frightened woman, she frowned in concern and opens her mouth to speak. “Are you a-” her words cut short, a rather burly man shoving the woman aside, whom let out a shriek as she plunged into the garden.

 

Ruiri stepped back slightly, nearly losing her footing. The man didn’t seem to pay much attention to Ruiri who found herself quite safe in her home, staring out of the doorway as the man loomed over the garden, a bloodied kitchen knife locked in an iron grip. He flipped it in his fingers so that the tip now pointed to the ground and raised it high above his head. In a moment of opportunity, Ruiri moved forward, finding herself behind the man, but of course- she wasn’t stealthy enough to not be seen coming. Though the man turned slightly, her head snapping to the left at the movement, she caught him off guard, lifting her knee and bringing her foot down into the side of his own. The kick landed, the crunching and subtle pop of his joint followed by a low yell of pain emitting from the mans mouth. In reaction, he swung brutishly to backhand Ruiri, and succeeded. She stumbled back, and he crumpled to the ground, the knife scattering, clutching his knee in pain.

 

Ruiri stood, tucking some hair behind her ear as she now stood over the man. Glancing once at the woman, who sobbed in her garden, she inhaled irritably, and tilted her head. Her eyes flashed an unnatural blue, glowing for a moment as she danced her fingers about. Their tone of skin shifting to a bluish grey as the air around them cooled rapidly, the moisture freezing, slowly making shape, building a vicious shard of ice in which she, once finished creating, held carefully in her hand. She stepped forward, his hands rising in defense, but it was too late. Ruiri flicked her wrist upward, sending the dart of ice toward the man, who threw his hands about in an attempt to swat what he assumed to be a stabbing. The projectile plunged into his throat, and his eyes went wide. Slumping back onto the stone, clutching the shard which embedded his throat, he tore it free it panic, spewing blood from his neck. She stood above him, watching him as he lay on his back, struggling, but only for a few moments before the man went limp. “Nothing to worry about now, dear.” she turned her head, looking to where the woman lay, but only to find her running through the town now, perhaps to the next house, crying for help. Ruiri took hold of the mans feet by the ankles, and with effort, dragged him inside, closing the door.