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» Birthdate/Age: 05/30/1987
» Characters Played: Lindsey McDonald (placeintheworld)
CHARACTER FACTS
» Name: Ridley Duchannes
» Canon: The Caster Chronicles.
» Reference: The Caster Chronicles
» Canon Point: Mid Book One: "Beautiful Creatures". Just after arriving with Ethan Wate at the family estate. She's flung out the door and to Amatomnes.
» Gender: Female.
» Age:17. (aged up to 18 for the sake ofamatomnes) as well as turned human.
CHARACTER INTERPRETATION
» Appearance: While Ridley is cast as Emmy Rossum in the film adaptation of "Beautiful Creatures" consulting with fans of the book have led me to cast her as Dianna Argon from Glee - specifically Quinn's "Bad Girl" stage complete with her short blonde hair, pink streak, and punk rocker attitude.
CASTERS AND HUMANS: A BRIEF GUIDE Upon arriving on Atia, Ridley will become Mortal. This is significant for her because while she will lose her siren abilities it will also mean that she can touch other human beings without difficulty. Casters and Mortals traditionally are two different species and therefore cannot touch or be together without causing physical pain to the mortals.
Despite becoming mortal she will retain her caster eye color. As someone claimed for the "Dark" casters (think of the dark side of the force) her eyes are bright gold with cat eye slits. Unfortunately for Ridley, my current icons do not convey her eye color since I'm trying to play book Ridley instead of film Ridley.
» Suitability:
» Orientation: Heterosexual. While it's safe to say that Ridley as a "Dark Caster" would be willing to do whatever it takes to please herself and take care of herself - she maintains a successful relationship with another boy in her class for the majority of the series. While they have their problems and Link eventually leaves her she does come to love him. there is no indication in the series that she would do anything sexual with anyone female - unless it would get her something.
It is also important to recognize that her ability (if she would ever get it back) works better on men and doesn't connect well with women. Women are capable of resisting her siren abilities. In addition to her siren abilities (which are sort of her unique power) Ridley is also capable of creating lollipops out of nothing (which is simply to justify how she always seems to have one.) and sensing magical traps and danger to herself (not to others)
She will have none of these abilities on Atia for a good long while.
» Personality
SHE'S JUST A GIRL [Julia Duchannes, normal girl, artist, favorite items, favorite food details.]
WHY WON'T YOU LET HER BE? [Julia turns dark, her personality does a complete 360. She relishes darkness and doesn't really see a way out at all. Leaves home and tells herself she doesn't miss her family. Has little self worth and value and takes it out by shoving herself on others and using people. Loyalty to her family despite all of this.]
WHAT IT MEANS TO BE A CASTER [Her loyalty to her family, her distaste for human beings. How she'll react to being collared (not well) How she'll react to being human (really not well) ]
SAMPLES
» First Person Sample Choice: [17 year old desperately seeking collar partner.]
[Hey Atia. Remember Ridley? She's the one who arrived and seemed to freak out whenever anyone tried to touch her? She's the one who might have been kind of a bitch to you after arriving before trying to explain the difference? Something's changed. While she's still in an outfit that makes her look like she belongs here (short white top, dark black skirt) her bright pink day glow collar with those small studs is looking a little tighter then normal.
So she stands, hands folded behind her waist and slim body out wishing - wishing desperately for her siren abilities.]
This feels like, what I imagine Craigslist is going to be like in the year 2020. All video ads, "Lonely woman seeks to get rid of couch. Cheap diner hiring waiters and waitresses." And there'll be some poor sucker standing there trying to plead their case without my...assets.
And then there'll be those ads like the ones you see on those computer things. "Hot girl seeks multiple partners for a good time. Man seeks animal companion to share a discreet affair." ...I'm not so crazy.
[Her throat works. It's harder to get into that "Dark Caster" mindset without powers.
She can't muster the ability to not be scared of this. She never was before. she's no virgin - unlike her cousin.]
So...let's step forward into the future. [Her hands stay behind her back and slide onto the table where she picks up one of her lollipops and sucks on it.] Young, vibrant, attractive female seeks male partner for one night I promise to make you never forget. I may be mortal, but I know a few tricks. Riding Ridley's the best ride you'll ever have.
[She tosses one leg over the other casually, foot twitching, but it's her hands you've got to watch. She doesn't betray fear. No fear at all. There's just the slightest trembling of that exposed hand while she watches the screen and waits for responses.]
» Third Person Sample Choice: [In which Ridley wakes up and realizes she is not a caster anymore.]
The last time she had actually had sex it hadn't been real sex. There were plenty of Dark Casters around the country but she made her living rolling johns when she couldn't rob them. The last had been a cop from New York City - she left him passed out in his police car and when he woke up she was willing to bet he'd have the worst hangover in human history. Simple touch was enough to hurt mortals. If she'd given him oral she probably would have killed him.
As it was she was pretty sure she killed his career. She didn't like it, it left her feeling drained and staggering but that "I have to do bad" sense never left you. She would leave a trail of bodies in her wake to keep the balance in the universe it was what dark casters did.
She could only imagine mortal sexual activity. Mortal sexual activity, heaving, sweating, grunting. Oh you did that too with Casters, she'd found a boy close enough to her age in Los Angeles who could sing like an angel. They moved their bodies together with the music of the universe but they did it hearing music. They did it with songs. They brought joy. Mortal sex...
She couldn't imagine it. She couldn't fathom it, but she was having to consider the possibility.
Being a mortal was like moving in a dense and angry fog. Everything felt cut off, the longest most perpetual cold. Instead of being in concert with reality she was sitting in the audience. Instead of playing music she was watching. She hated it. The lack of powers was one thing, she'd discovered that on the first day when the maids had ignored her and the people on that stupid video feet hadn't fallen on their knees before her. Then reality set in, a thickness in the limbs, a heaviness about her that was just...unnatural.
She was becoming less and less aware of her place in things.
So. Fine. She was still dark. She still had no choice, she had to continue the agenda as a mortal here. Serafine would find her and Lena and they'd go off and she would serve. Well and good. And in the meantime...mortal sex.
Why was she so anxious about this?
Ridley moved to the bed and straddled herself before sliding a finger between her thighs and massaging herself lightly. She closed her eyes and thought. That officer's broad chest, that caster boy (Mikael, his name was Mikael.) with his fair hair. She slid down her skirt, aware of every ache in her muscles. Every pain, even moving felt awkward. Ordinarily she'd just wish for it and -
No.
She exhaled and continued with her eyes shut. Broad shoulders, thrusting hips, that wild grappling between two animals. His hands on her breasts, their magic mingled with the universe. Her fingers moved faster, her whole hand pressing against herself as a wetness spread between her thighs. Pain vanished and for a moment, just a moment - she felt the universe. That thing that casters experienced all the time she saw.
She let out a gasp, a sad whimpering sound before she slid down on the bed and clutched at the sheets. Her chest rose and fell but the magic was gone and all that was left were the aches and a sated feeling but nothing...nothing compared to the feelings she'd known before.
She was well and truly cut off. A light breeze blue through the room and Ridley Duchannes, truly alone for the first time in her life began to cry.
» Journal: placeintheworld. (but my actual journal is
blackswanevent)» Birthdate/Age: 05/30/1987
» Characters Played: Lindsey McDonald (
placeintheworld)CHARACTER FACTS
» Name: Ridley Duchannes
» Canon: The Caster Chronicles.
» Reference: The Caster Chronicles
» Canon Point: Mid Book One: "Beautiful Creatures". Just after arriving with Ethan Wate at the family estate. She's flung out the door and to Amatomnes.
» Gender: Female.
» Age:17. (aged up to 18 for the sake of
amatomnes) as well as turned human. CHARACTER INTERPRETATION
» Appearance: While Ridley is cast as Emmy Rossum in the film adaptation of "Beautiful Creatures" consulting with fans of the book have led me to cast her as Dianna Argon from Glee - specifically Quinn's "Bad Girl" stage complete with her short blonde hair, pink streak, and punk rocker attitude.
CASTERS AND HUMANS: A BRIEF GUIDE Upon arriving on Atia, Ridley will become Mortal. This is significant for her because while she will lose her siren abilities it will also mean that she can touch other human beings without difficulty. Casters and Mortals traditionally are two different species and therefore cannot touch or be together without causing physical pain to the mortals.
Despite becoming mortal she will retain her caster eye color. As someone claimed for the "Dark" casters (think of the dark side of the force) her eyes are bright gold with cat eye slits. Unfortunately for Ridley, my current icons do not convey her eye color since I'm trying to play book Ridley instead of film Ridley.
» Suitability:
» Orientation: Heterosexual. While it's safe to say that Ridley as a "Dark Caster" would be willing to do whatever it takes to please herself and take care of herself - she maintains a successful relationship with another boy in her class for the majority of the series. While they have their problems and Link eventually leaves her she does come to love him. there is no indication in the series that she would do anything sexual with anyone female - unless it would get her something.
It is also important to recognize that her ability (if she would ever get it back) works better on men and doesn't connect well with women. Women are capable of resisting her siren abilities. In addition to her siren abilities (which are sort of her unique power) Ridley is also capable of creating lollipops out of nothing (which is simply to justify how she always seems to have one.) and sensing magical traps and danger to herself (not to others)
She will have none of these abilities on Atia for a good long while.
» Personality
SHE'S JUST A GIRL [Julia Duchannes, normal girl, artist, favorite items, favorite food details.]
WHY WON'T YOU LET HER BE? [Julia turns dark, her personality does a complete 360. She relishes darkness and doesn't really see a way out at all. Leaves home and tells herself she doesn't miss her family. Has little self worth and value and takes it out by shoving herself on others and using people. Loyalty to her family despite all of this.]
WHAT IT MEANS TO BE A CASTER [Her loyalty to her family, her distaste for human beings. How she'll react to being collared (not well) How she'll react to being human (really not well) ]
SAMPLES
» First Person Sample Choice: [17 year old desperately seeking collar partner.]
[Hey Atia. Remember Ridley? She's the one who arrived and seemed to freak out whenever anyone tried to touch her? She's the one who might have been kind of a bitch to you after arriving before trying to explain the difference? Something's changed. While she's still in an outfit that makes her look like she belongs here (short white top, dark black skirt) her bright pink day glow collar with those small studs is looking a little tighter then normal.
So she stands, hands folded behind her waist and slim body out wishing - wishing desperately for her siren abilities.]
This feels like, what I imagine Craigslist is going to be like in the year 2020. All video ads, "Lonely woman seeks to get rid of couch. Cheap diner hiring waiters and waitresses." And there'll be some poor sucker standing there trying to plead their case without my...assets.
And then there'll be those ads like the ones you see on those computer things. "Hot girl seeks multiple partners for a good time. Man seeks animal companion to share a discreet affair." ...I'm not so crazy.
[Her throat works. It's harder to get into that "Dark Caster" mindset without powers.
She can't muster the ability to not be scared of this. She never was before. she's no virgin - unlike her cousin.]
So...let's step forward into the future. [Her hands stay behind her back and slide onto the table where she picks up one of her lollipops and sucks on it.] Young, vibrant, attractive female seeks male partner for one night I promise to make you never forget. I may be mortal, but I know a few tricks. Riding Ridley's the best ride you'll ever have.
[She tosses one leg over the other casually, foot twitching, but it's her hands you've got to watch. She doesn't betray fear. No fear at all. There's just the slightest trembling of that exposed hand while she watches the screen and waits for responses.]
» Third Person Sample Choice: [In which Ridley wakes up and realizes she is not a caster anymore.]
The last time she had actually had sex it hadn't been real sex. There were plenty of Dark Casters around the country but she made her living rolling johns when she couldn't rob them. The last had been a cop from New York City - she left him passed out in his police car and when he woke up she was willing to bet he'd have the worst hangover in human history. Simple touch was enough to hurt mortals. If she'd given him oral she probably would have killed him.
As it was she was pretty sure she killed his career. She didn't like it, it left her feeling drained and staggering but that "I have to do bad" sense never left you. She would leave a trail of bodies in her wake to keep the balance in the universe it was what dark casters did.
She could only imagine mortal sexual activity. Mortal sexual activity, heaving, sweating, grunting. Oh you did that too with Casters, she'd found a boy close enough to her age in Los Angeles who could sing like an angel. They moved their bodies together with the music of the universe but they did it hearing music. They did it with songs. They brought joy. Mortal sex...
She couldn't imagine it. She couldn't fathom it, but she was having to consider the possibility.
Being a mortal was like moving in a dense and angry fog. Everything felt cut off, the longest most perpetual cold. Instead of being in concert with reality she was sitting in the audience. Instead of playing music she was watching. She hated it. The lack of powers was one thing, she'd discovered that on the first day when the maids had ignored her and the people on that stupid video feet hadn't fallen on their knees before her. Then reality set in, a thickness in the limbs, a heaviness about her that was just...unnatural.
She was becoming less and less aware of her place in things.
So. Fine. She was still dark. She still had no choice, she had to continue the agenda as a mortal here. Serafine would find her and Lena and they'd go off and she would serve. Well and good. And in the meantime...mortal sex.
Why was she so anxious about this?
Ridley moved to the bed and straddled herself before sliding a finger between her thighs and massaging herself lightly. She closed her eyes and thought. That officer's broad chest, that caster boy (Mikael, his name was Mikael.) with his fair hair. She slid down her skirt, aware of every ache in her muscles. Every pain, even moving felt awkward. Ordinarily she'd just wish for it and -
No.
She exhaled and continued with her eyes shut. Broad shoulders, thrusting hips, that wild grappling between two animals. His hands on her breasts, their magic mingled with the universe. Her fingers moved faster, her whole hand pressing against herself as a wetness spread between her thighs. Pain vanished and for a moment, just a moment - she felt the universe. That thing that casters experienced all the time she saw.
She let out a gasp, a sad whimpering sound before she slid down on the bed and clutched at the sheets. Her chest rose and fell but the magic was gone and all that was left were the aches and a sated feeling but nothing...nothing compared to the feelings she'd known before.
She was well and truly cut off. A light breeze blue through the room and Ridley Duchannes, truly alone for the first time in her life began to cry.
