i wish i was brave enough; i wish i had a lion's heart
NAME: Ridley Irving NICKNAMES: none BIRTHPLACE: Emillion AGE:1415 16 | Aug 22 GENDER: Female GUILD: Mages' JOB CLASS: Scholar WEAPON:Wizard's Staff → Long and ornate, but appropriate to her size. Her mother's staff, yet to be mastered.
MARITAL STATUS: Single SEXUALITY: Heterosexual
▪ Often found in the guild library. It's her goal to read every single book there. Every single book.
▪ Is known to be babied by other Guild members, especially the ladies.
▪ Loves herbal tea! And anything with lemon.
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personality & +/-
They do say that curiosity killed the cat, a most unfortunate saying, being that Ridley quite likes cats. She may not be a cat, or even remotely resemble one, but she acts like one. Overly curious, enjoys sticking her nose into things that don't concern her, sleeps on the strangest, most uncomfortable surfaces-- and the like. Her curious nature rarely tends to lead her into dangerous situations, as she can take a step back if something seems too fishy or potentially harmful, but it's definitely something that impedes on her relationships with other people, being one who is a touch more nosy than appreciated.
But of course, Ridley has her redeeming qualities. A calm and thoughtful speaker, she knows when to speak and when it's best to keep her mouth closed. This allows her to perceive and watch more often than not, as she's not much of a talker, and hardly enjoys the sound of her own voice. More of a listener and a watcher, she prefers to admire from afar without contributing, being somewhat reserved by nature. It isn't that she wishes to refuse people, but to be perfectly frank, studying and learning from books, even listening to other mages speak of magic, is far more interesting than engaging in idle conversation. If something involves magic, she will be more alert and willing to learn, particularly if it pertains to white magic, yet Ridley is far more likely to be found with her nose in a book than milling about yearning for mundane chit chat.
To her, knowledge is power. Being strong is one thing, but if you know nothing about how to wield that strength, what's the use? She pines for knowledge to fill her brain with, especially of magic, and this is where her propensity to be curious comes in. When it comes to knowledge, she can be relentless with her questions, always grasping for more if her subject is willing to provide her with it. Of course, if it seems as though her subject is irritated with her onslaught of curiosity, she'll back off without question. No use in pissing off the people you intend to work with.
Her intelligence, which is above average, especially for those her age, can often halt the progression of her relationships. That hunger for knowledge can occasionally be such a turn off for others who may not appreciate how dedicated she is to her studies. Something of a kid genius, she can distance herself from an equation and calculate all possible outcomes with the ease of a skilled tactical officer. She rarely leaps into anything head first, and often considers the best possible routes before going into any given situation.
Ridley conducts herself in a manner that is far more suitable for someone ten, even twenty years, her senior. Often giving the impression of being an old soul in a young body, she can offer wise and sensible counsel if need be. But of course, being fourteen, she is still a child in many ways, despite this maturity. She does appreciate childishness from time to time, and rather likes games and fairytales, but she sees herself as a girl at an age where she must both cherish her youth but also go beyond it and act in a mature and responsible manner.
When given a task, she'll complete it to the best of her ability. A diligent and reliable worker, as well as a selfless one, she can be quick to put down any book and tend to her peers if requested to. Even if a situation seems impossible, she'll look for a way to do the job as best she can without being stupid about it, which means no climbing up on a pile of books to reach another. She usually knows what to do and when to do it, even without being told, and it's in this way that others can trust in her to do what needs to be done without having to be ordered to do it. Good at taking hints and reading faces, even situations, Ridley can be off on a task in the blink of an eye without anyone saying a word.
More of an introvert than an extrovert, though she does enjoy interactions with other people, she typically prefers a book to a person (no offense). It's difficult for her to get engaged in crowds or even small groups of people, but her curiosity can often get her by if she asks enough questions to keep herself interested. A book can keep her engaged for hours, but the wrong person, especially one who rubs off on her poorly, can be exceedingly boring to her. It probably doesn't help that her intelligence, or at least her dedicated nature, is something of a barrier between her and others who aren't particularly as keen of a learner as she is.
In many aspects of her life, she's indecisive. She knows what she wants, but rarely knows which option to go for. Sometimes it can take minutes for her to decide on something, and if anyone ever has to wait for an answer from her, well, good luck getting a prompt one. Not one to believe in quick replies just to make others happy, Ridley prefers being sure of her answers and not take chances, particularly ones that will land her or others in trouble. Being far from impulsive, she avoids risk when she can.
When it comes to respect, which Ridley believes in and practices with all of her heart, she can be particularly clingy toward women she looks up to. Strong and kind women remind her of the mother and sister that she lost, and so anyone who resembles them in any way, by looks or personality, earns a Ridley following them around like a little chick. And when interacting with women, or even men, she deeply respects, she becomes somewhat shy and reverts back to being the little girl she secretly is inside.
Few things in life can rattle Ridley, but to her core, she is just a curious young girl looking for meaning in life. Ever the dedicated little to-be-mage, she works hard, plays little, and always, always draws herself toward that which is fascinating. Fascinated by life and learning, Ridley endeavors to be as talented and skilled and worldly as her mother, and yearns for a little in which she can be happy.
▪ Family. Though she'll speak about them if prompted, it pains her, especially talk of her mother.
▪ Sight. Quite near-sighted, and requires reading glasses for some texts.
▪ Reading. She's a veritable bookworm. It's really rather difficult to rip a book away from her. She often carries at least one in her sack for perusal later (often a new book each day).
▪ Her past. Anything from family to how she lived and how she lived without a father. She may talk about it, but with much hesitation and armfuls of sadness.
▪ Abandonment. Worries that the people she loves will leave her one day, and so she clings.
▪ Loss of all she has. Fears that eventually she'll lose everything, most importantly this opportunity to learn.
▪ Eidetic memory. Only needs to read something once and probably never has to read it again.
▪ Quick reflexes. If something tumbles off the shelf or cart, she's the first to catch it.
▪ Concentration. Able to keep her focus on something for long periods of time, but can be disturbed without losing her train of thought.
▪ Perceptive. She's always watching, looking to pick out the details. Can read faces quite well.
▪ Honest. Prefers to be truthful over deceitful.
▪ Love of learning. Always looking to advance her knowledge through books or other people.
For a girl of only fourteen, she certainly has room to grow and develop. Coming up to 5'4", she's not quite petite, but not terribly tall either, even when she does strand straight to give the illusion of it. In stature, she's rather small: slender and bird-boned, though not fragile, and heavens, those knobby knees. Rather than caught in any awkward physical phase, Ridley holds herself in a way that belies her years, but her face is young. Her blond hair falls to her mid-back and is often kept down, but it has been known to be pulled into a braid when studying. Big, blue eyes peer from her face, curious and always looking for something interesting.
Her manner of dress is rarely very exciting: thin, cotton fabrics, often in light or white. She prefers a flowy, soft material to anything coarse or rough, and dislikes anything that clings too close to her body. She dresses in a fashion that implies thought, but not too much of it. Appearance is important, but not necessarily for a white mage scholar, who prides herself more on her intelligence than her looks.
Nobility has always outranked the weaker, poorer classes, and so when one noble bedded a commoner, only to leave her with child, it only served to prove that blood, above all, is most important. Ridley was born nine months later to Lysa Irving, who was already the proud mother of a two-year-old by another. It was love at first sight. Lysa adored Ridley beyond words, cherishing her as if she were her only child, doting and loving.
But her half-sister quickly grew jealous, never acting out against Ridley, but rather estranging her, much to her mother's chagrin. The littlest Irving had no notion of any lack of love, and toddled after her sister either way, content as can be. Growing up without a father was an interesting experience, but she never questioned it, always liking to pretend that he was off on an adventure someone and looking to return soon. He never did, and Ridley was raised by a mother who loved her too much, and a sister who didn't love her enough.
Very much a mommy's girl, Ridley quickly grew attached to her mother, a white mage in the Mage's Guild. She would read fairytales and stories to her little girl, even books about spells and magic and everything fantastical. And so hungrily did Ridley take in this knowledge. Learning to read and write at an early age, she was a quiet child, and a curious one to boot. Everything was wondrous and interesting, and she took in the world with amazed eyes. And then her world would shift at the age of nine when her mother would fall ill and within months, pass away.
The decision to become a white mage had long been made, but her mother's death further solidified her need to climb the ranks to be a white mage. Though it didn't occur to her until years later how much work it would take, Ridley wanted this. She needed this. As her sister took over parenthood, quality of life dropped, but they survived. Her sister's father supported them without ever being present in Ridley's life (this made sense, later; they had never been family), and somehow, they did get by.
And when her sister announced two years later that she and her father were leaving Emillion, the world began to crumble a little more. Leave her? Alone, with no one to look after her? The prospect was a painful one, but he left her with quite a handful of gil to take care of herself with. Being something of a minimalist, she needed very little to get by, and so spending the gil was no problem-- until she ran out of it months later. The Tenement District was her next stop, where she'd spend some months peddling for money, eating little and sewing little dolls with what money she could scrounge up.
Finally, when she was of age to join the Mages' Guild, Ridley participated in the various tests required of her, and would eventually be accepted to train as a Scholar. Things looked up from that point. She finally had a decent roof over her head, food to eat, people of like minds to teach her how to perform the magic she'd always wanted to learn how to cast better. Soon enough, she was burrowing herself in books and learning and gaining all of the knowledge she could've hoped for. And to this day, she's so very grateful of the Guild for taking her in.
Physical: Weak as a newborn kitten. If ever engaged in an physical altercation, she can be knocked down like a bowling pin as easy as blowing on her. She looks to be stronger, but come on, she is only fourteen. Always time to grow and strengthen. She can't throw a punch to save her life, and prefers not to resort to fisticuffs if she can (because let's be real-- she would lose). She is, however, a quick little runner, even with staff in hand.
Magic: Her magical affinity would be pretty good if she could cast any. She's far more knowledgeable about spells than she is able to cast them, being one who buries herself in books when she isn't tending to someone. Often carries potions in the place of being able to cast magic. Currently learning to cast Protect, and has nearly mastered Cure.