Rhea Acheron
| Rhea Acheron | |
|---|---|
| Social Rank | 5 |
| Fealty | Redrain |
| House | Acheron |
| Gender | Female |
| Age | 20 |
| Religion | Kinda Shamanism |
| Vocation | Elective |
| Height | 5'8 |
| Hair Color | Black |
| Eye Color | Blue |
| Skintone | Fair |
| Family | |
| Parents | Rognan Nightgold |
| Siblings | Adalmus Nightgold |
| Uncles/Aunts | Lorton Nightgold, Osmond Nightgold, Helena Nightgold, Brogan Nightgold, Neddim Nightgold, Alaricia Nightgold |
| Cousins | Nadia Nightgold, Cassius Pravus, Lydia Nightgold, Harlan Ashford, Olivia Ashford, Aislin Ashford, Signe Nightgold, Sigurd Nightgold, Mydas Acheron, Iraia Nightgold |
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Description
The first impression that Rhea strikes is her cool, clear skin, in ivory contrast to the long fall of her dark hair. She is ebon and cream, midnight and moonlight. Though a sculptor could have cast her features from marble -- the clean angles and planes of her cheeks, the willful strength of her angled jawline -- the dynamic animation of the bow of her mouth with its hinted shade of bladed smile, and the intensity of her brilliant gaze, are irreproducible in art. Her eyes are a vivid, intense blue, remarkable for both clarity and color beneath the quirk of fine, dark brows. Lean as a rail, she is a woman of rangy height and long limbs, her hands fine-boned with long fingers that speak in fleeting, active gestures.
Personality
Rhea isn't a 'bad person'. She doesn't go out of her way to hurt or frustrate others. In fact, she's quite the helper. The problem with her help is that people come by it in two distinct ways. Either someone asks for it and she helps them how SHE thinks they need it, or she decides they need her help and gives it to them. A *little* aggressively. See, Rhea knows she knows best. Oh, she knows not to tell EVERYONE that she knows best. Never goes well. Took her some thirteen years to realize it. It's just sometimes you have to crack a few eggs to make someone's life into a better omelette, and people are awfully protective of their eggs to the point they're more likely to let them rot than use them. Or something like that.
Metaphors are not her strong suit. They are just objectively not, but that's besides the point. The problem with Rhea herself is that nobody has ever successfully made her care about something she didn't come to some natural conclusion about herself. She simply cares about the things she cares about for whatever reason she has, and those things become the deep (if often hidden and short-lived) passions that drive her.
Background
"So Death is a goddess in the Pantheon, right? Not that I really care for them, but I have this theory. Even gods make mistakes here and there! So in my case -- there that old crone Death is, carefully lowering another soul into the world. She is TICKLED PINK by what this particular soul would set into motion. Meanwhile, Mangata pulls her hungover ass out of bed after a long long loooong night. Goddess of wine, you know? Anyway, Mangata bumps into Death while trying to put together her hair of the dog. Death drops the ancient heroic soul meant for -my- baby body into a gnat. Oops. Too late to take it back! Rather than let me born a soulless abomination, Death just grabbed her last reject soul and stuffed it into me. And THAT, Your Highness, is why my father is so disappointed in me. It's not anything I'VE ever done. It's DEATH'S fault, and I see absolutely no reason to change anything I'm doing because frankly, FATHER, YOU ARE NO BETTER THAN A GOAT'S--"
Right. Maybe not the best place to start the story of Rhea Nightgold's life, but we can summarize in objective terms not colored through her bias. Girl gets born into a minor branch of Nightgold. Girl is a hassle. No, Rhea, you can't help your brother toughen up by hitting him. Girl doesn't respond well to discipline. No, Rhea, you should not be cutting your uncle's armor straps because he hasn't realized he's too fat to fit into it yet. Years go by. No, Rhea, you should not be ordering those obviously satirical self-help books from the Great Archive and be giving them to people you don't like. Situation doesn't improve. No, Rhea, you absolutely should not give your brother's favorite 'friend' A Talk. Girl plays possum with etiquette. Etcetera, etcetera. One evening they're entertaining a visiting Valardin. Nobody told the new servant that you do NOT LET RHEA HAVE MORE THAN THREE GLASSES OF WINE. It goes poorly.
They decide to send her off to one of the only cousins she gets along with. On her way down, said cousin's wife dies. Terrible tragedy. Golden opportunity. Arx, meet Rhea Acheron, ward of Mydas Acheron.
