Profile of Ridley: Quick Facts
Played By: Ridley
Basic Info
Full Name: Ridley
Subspecies: Northern Rocky Mountains Wolf
Sex: Female
Age: 2.5 (March 19)
Birthplace: Southwest of the Teekon Wilds
Subspecies: Northern Rocky Mountains Wolf
Sex: Female
Age: 2.5 (March 19)
Birthplace: Southwest of the Teekon Wilds
At a Glance
→ Ashen colored pelt<br>
→ Tall for a female<br>
→ Honeycomb eyes<br>
→ Youthful appearance<br>
→ Tall for a female<br>
→ Honeycomb eyes<br>
→ Youthful appearance<br>
Profile of Ridley: Details
Appearance
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Things are never as they appear, but for Ridley, her exterior reflects her inner demons quite well. Deep shades of grey and black paint her pelt, as though the fur was crafted from the remains of an ashen forest. She has an almost nightmarish appeal. The darkness she exudes, while inherited from her parents, is inevitably frightening. Some say her colors are rooted from her father's black heart, but whether or not it is actually her own soul tainting her appearance, not even Ridley quite understands. See, this female understands darkness sleeps within every soul, she just refuses to believe it controls every inch of the surface. Even those who fail to see the light, hold it somewhere within them. This is one ideal that Ridley has never given up hope on, even when it comes to herself. In the dark abyss of the sky, there are stars. Just as the night's darkness holds light, so does Ridley's black appearance. Her deep yellow eyes are her stars against the gloomy canvas of her features. They are the only thing that foretells she holds any light within her, that her heart is not as cold as her father's was.
Beyond the color of her fur, Ridley has a fit, muscular appearance. She has spent years on her own after the falling apart of her natal pack, which has forced her to slim down and shape up. </div>
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Things are never as they appear, but for Ridley, her exterior reflects her inner demons quite well. Deep shades of grey and black paint her pelt, as though the fur was crafted from the remains of an ashen forest. She has an almost nightmarish appeal. The darkness she exudes, while inherited from her parents, is inevitably frightening. Some say her colors are rooted from her father's black heart, but whether or not it is actually her own soul tainting her appearance, not even Ridley quite understands. See, this female understands darkness sleeps within every soul, she just refuses to believe it controls every inch of the surface. Even those who fail to see the light, hold it somewhere within them. This is one ideal that Ridley has never given up hope on, even when it comes to herself. In the dark abyss of the sky, there are stars. Just as the night's darkness holds light, so does Ridley's black appearance. Her deep yellow eyes are her stars against the gloomy canvas of her features. They are the only thing that foretells she holds any light within her, that her heart is not as cold as her father's was.
Beyond the color of her fur, Ridley has a fit, muscular appearance. She has spent years on her own after the falling apart of her natal pack, which has forced her to slim down and shape up. </div>
Personality
<div align="justify">Ever since she was young, Ridley always wrestled between right and wrong. She struggles to feed her tiny light that constantly battles the demons in her gut. Ego and charm, a deadly combination, enable her to work her way through situations without much effort. She has a certain dangerous allure that makes her charismatic, manipulative at times, like a beautiful but poisonous insect. Her potency, whether or not she has the ability to kill, depends on the situation. Greed, power, and self-preservation are her greatest weaknesses. She craves them with an appetite her father, Midas, ensued in her and are some of the only things that can derail her from her normal sense of control. If you threaten her survival, stand in her way, or take something she wants, Ridley can be your darkest night. <i>A night without stars.</i><br>
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Yet, she fails, on so many levels, to be all her father wanted of her. Power does not drive Ridley; it does not consume her entire being. It is simply her Achilles heel, something she constantly struggles to keep within her. She's insecure about her greed and often struggles to understand right from wrong.
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Raised to believe that power and status are everything, Ridley actually fears moving up in ranks. Like a recovering addict, the female believes that if she were to get a taste of power, it might drive her to want it all, just like her father always demanded of her. She blames her father for instilling such fear within her, even though he always wanted the exact opposite of her. As his only surviving offspring, Midas demanded her to one day become the best, to consume the world as her own. But it was his pressure, his words, that planted Ridley's demons. Her insecurities about appearing normal, speaking of her past, and moving up in ranks within a pack, haunt her; it’s just something she buries deep. She fears all these things, and more.
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This self-doubt is probably what leads her to be rather... easy. Ridley is passionate about everything she does, but if there is one thing she loves more than power, it'd be flits of affection. Finding friends and passions are easy for Ridley, simple and quick. She enjoys the company of others, as long as they don't pry too much into her personal affairs or stick around too long. The female earns validation through her affairs, hopping from lover to lover just to be told that she's worth something and her life means something.
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<i>Worth</i> — A word that defines Ridley's world, but something she lacks any control over. The female has a strange belief that her life, as well as the other wolves' of the packs, is controlled by destiny. What everyone is worth is not up to them, but the fates decided upon it when they were brought into the world. She often explains the events of her life as though nothing can change them. Everything that happens was pre-destined, written in the stars in a language she could never hope to decode. This gives her a pessimistic view on life, but Ridley never fails to test the boundaries of her fate and press the destiny that paves her life.
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Yet, she fails, on so many levels, to be all her father wanted of her. Power does not drive Ridley; it does not consume her entire being. It is simply her Achilles heel, something she constantly struggles to keep within her. She's insecure about her greed and often struggles to understand right from wrong.
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Raised to believe that power and status are everything, Ridley actually fears moving up in ranks. Like a recovering addict, the female believes that if she were to get a taste of power, it might drive her to want it all, just like her father always demanded of her. She blames her father for instilling such fear within her, even though he always wanted the exact opposite of her. As his only surviving offspring, Midas demanded her to one day become the best, to consume the world as her own. But it was his pressure, his words, that planted Ridley's demons. Her insecurities about appearing normal, speaking of her past, and moving up in ranks within a pack, haunt her; it’s just something she buries deep. She fears all these things, and more.
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This self-doubt is probably what leads her to be rather... easy. Ridley is passionate about everything she does, but if there is one thing she loves more than power, it'd be flits of affection. Finding friends and passions are easy for Ridley, simple and quick. She enjoys the company of others, as long as they don't pry too much into her personal affairs or stick around too long. The female earns validation through her affairs, hopping from lover to lover just to be told that she's worth something and her life means something.
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<i>Worth</i> — A word that defines Ridley's world, but something she lacks any control over. The female has a strange belief that her life, as well as the other wolves' of the packs, is controlled by destiny. What everyone is worth is not up to them, but the fates decided upon it when they were brought into the world. She often explains the events of her life as though nothing can change them. Everything that happens was pre-destined, written in the stars in a language she could never hope to decode. This gives her a pessimistic view on life, but Ridley never fails to test the boundaries of her fate and press the destiny that paves her life.
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Biography
<div align="justify">"<b>We are born to die,</b>" Midas uttered the words with a voice that was colder than the pups' bodies that lay unmoving at his paws, "<b>Girl 1, I guess you're our last chance. Let us hope the fates are kinder to you than they were to your siblings.</b>" It seemed like the ominous wolf might just have the audacity to laugh, even as the young pup that still breathed stared up at him with unblinking, yellow eyes. <br>
"<b>Hush, Midas,</b>" the older wolf that stepped up to stand protectively over the only offspring that remained from Nash's last litter, “<b>Even you should realize what pressure you place on this little one.</b>" She let her warm tongue wipe across the shivering form of the little creature. "<b>And, the least you can do—for Nash—would be to give her a name.</b>"<br>
"<b>Names are for those worthy of them. When she proves to be stronger than her siblings, perhaps then she will earn a rightful title,</b>" Midas' words faded as the male stalked off, lost in his horrible realm of fury and sorrow. The death of his mate, whose disease of Canine Distemper had claimed both her life and two pups', weighed heavily on his broad shoulders.<br>
"<b>Forget your father. I understand strength and worth when I see it,</b>" the old female, with her grayed fur and loose grin, spoke soothingly to the younger wolf, "<b>You're destined for better things than this place, Ridley.</b>" Taru curled up around the small pup's body, her warmth quelling the trembling form of the only thing that linked her to her now deceased daughter, Nash. She whispered it to sleep with tales of greater things and long forgotten wolves.
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"<b>Get up!</b>" a snarl that sent the birds scattering from their branches shattered Taru's story. He stared at Ridley's shedding, thin form, her adolescence and youth so obvious. "<b>You can't keep feeding her your lies, Taru. You'll fill her head with ideas that will get her nowhere.</b>" The aged female gave him a look that could kill, but oddly enough, she never fired back any words. Ridley had always found that odd about her grandmother. Considering Ridley remembered nothing of her mother, Nash, she had nothing to compare Taru to. Even if the elderly female insisted they were similar, with their soft-spoken words and optimistic minds, Ridley would never really know how alike mother and daughter—Taru and Nash—had been. She wondered if Nash had endured her mate's aggression in silence, the same way Taru did now. Taru suffered in silence, endured alone, and remained for one reason: to protect her only grandchild, Ridley.
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Obeying her father's command, Ridley rose from the ground. She offered a weak smile to her grandmother before departing by Midas' side. They walked into the shadows of the surrounding woods.
“<b>You understand we are all born to die—that we live to die—right?</b>" his voice held that same rocky tone that normally foretold he had been thinking about Nash and Ridley's deceased siblings again. It normally meant he had allowed his mind to toddle on the subject for far too long, his sorrow acting like the broiling sun as it seemed to roast his brain. Ridley swore he was crazy sometimes. "<b>But you, Ridley, you must use your days to become more. Be better. Life is pointless, as we all settle in the dirt eventually, so take the world by storm while you are here.</b>" He talked too much.<br>
“<b>Dad, if everything's so pointless, why do you care what I do?</b>" old enough to understand, but just not mature enough to fully grasp her father' insanity just yet, Ridley spoke the wrong reply. Midas was upon her in an instant, heavy body pinning his daughter to the cold earth.<br>
“<b>You were born to rule!</b>" his saliva dripped from his open jaws, "<b>Take what you want from this world before it takes from you, Ridley. Live where your mother and siblings have failed. Allow no mercy and demand nothing less than everything.</b>"<br>
“<b>I don't give a cuss what you think!</b>" fear caused her body to shake as she snapped at her father, driving him back and away from her. "<b>Stop it! Stop being like this,</b>" Ridley ran. She could hear his laughter fading away as the distance grew greater.<br>
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"<b>She is my daughter, not yours,</b>" Midas had grown more persistent over the months, drilling Ridley over and over about greatness and worth, power and death. Taru had finally had enough once it seemed that Ridley was finally beginning to accept her father's words as truth.<br>
"<b>I always knew you were crazy, Midas. I should have never allowed you to stay with Nash. Blind, she was,</b>" Taru's old voice wavered with the name of her deceased daughter, but she was done enduring in silence. "<b>I won't let you ruin the only thing that she left behind.</b>"<br>
"<b>Grandma,</b>" it was Ridley's turn to speak, "<b>What Dad says, it has some truth. What if I am meant to be more?</b>" The sadness that flashed in Taru's pale eyes was enough to cause a pang of grief to ripple through the younger female's mind.<br>
"<b>That's it, Ridley, you are meant to be more. More than everything your father wants for you, more than gaining power that gets you nowhere.</b>"<br>
"<b>Damn you, old woman! Shut your mouth,</b>" Midas erupted, lunging forward as if to clamp down on Taru's old body. Ridley was faster. Placing her body between them, the female felt her father's teeth enter her shoulder as she stood in front of her grandmother. Developed and nurtured muscles blocking the teeth from entering too far into her flesh, Ridley was old enough to understand that this was it. Their family was no more.
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Blood seeped through her fur, pain flooding Ridley's mind with understanding. "<b>We are born to die, but how we live before the end is not ours to decide. My life is not yours anymore than it is Taru's or mine. The stars will pave my way and if I rise or fall will be no matter of yours.</b>"<br>
Taru spent her remaining days beside Ridley with no Midas to interrupt her stories or disrupt their warm days. Death eventually collected Ridley's dear grandmother, but not after the crazy old wolf had passed on the tale's of the past and her days of youth. Even though they had discussed it many times, Ridley could have never been prepared to lose Taru. It rattled her core, causing her to debate right from wrong and the idea of finding her father once again. Wandering the land and thinking away her days, the female gradually grew to accept that her grandmother was gone.<br>
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After finding her father's corpse on the borders of her natal pack's territory and realizing that it was time to move on, Ridley now wanders the Teeokn Wilds. She hopes to have a pack soon, but fears the commitment that comes with such a decision. </div><br>
"<b>Hush, Midas,</b>" the older wolf that stepped up to stand protectively over the only offspring that remained from Nash's last litter, “<b>Even you should realize what pressure you place on this little one.</b>" She let her warm tongue wipe across the shivering form of the little creature. "<b>And, the least you can do—for Nash—would be to give her a name.</b>"<br>
"<b>Names are for those worthy of them. When she proves to be stronger than her siblings, perhaps then she will earn a rightful title,</b>" Midas' words faded as the male stalked off, lost in his horrible realm of fury and sorrow. The death of his mate, whose disease of Canine Distemper had claimed both her life and two pups', weighed heavily on his broad shoulders.<br>
"<b>Forget your father. I understand strength and worth when I see it,</b>" the old female, with her grayed fur and loose grin, spoke soothingly to the younger wolf, "<b>You're destined for better things than this place, Ridley.</b>" Taru curled up around the small pup's body, her warmth quelling the trembling form of the only thing that linked her to her now deceased daughter, Nash. She whispered it to sleep with tales of greater things and long forgotten wolves.
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"<b>Get up!</b>" a snarl that sent the birds scattering from their branches shattered Taru's story. He stared at Ridley's shedding, thin form, her adolescence and youth so obvious. "<b>You can't keep feeding her your lies, Taru. You'll fill her head with ideas that will get her nowhere.</b>" The aged female gave him a look that could kill, but oddly enough, she never fired back any words. Ridley had always found that odd about her grandmother. Considering Ridley remembered nothing of her mother, Nash, she had nothing to compare Taru to. Even if the elderly female insisted they were similar, with their soft-spoken words and optimistic minds, Ridley would never really know how alike mother and daughter—Taru and Nash—had been. She wondered if Nash had endured her mate's aggression in silence, the same way Taru did now. Taru suffered in silence, endured alone, and remained for one reason: to protect her only grandchild, Ridley.
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Obeying her father's command, Ridley rose from the ground. She offered a weak smile to her grandmother before departing by Midas' side. They walked into the shadows of the surrounding woods.
“<b>You understand we are all born to die—that we live to die—right?</b>" his voice held that same rocky tone that normally foretold he had been thinking about Nash and Ridley's deceased siblings again. It normally meant he had allowed his mind to toddle on the subject for far too long, his sorrow acting like the broiling sun as it seemed to roast his brain. Ridley swore he was crazy sometimes. "<b>But you, Ridley, you must use your days to become more. Be better. Life is pointless, as we all settle in the dirt eventually, so take the world by storm while you are here.</b>" He talked too much.<br>
“<b>Dad, if everything's so pointless, why do you care what I do?</b>" old enough to understand, but just not mature enough to fully grasp her father' insanity just yet, Ridley spoke the wrong reply. Midas was upon her in an instant, heavy body pinning his daughter to the cold earth.<br>
“<b>You were born to rule!</b>" his saliva dripped from his open jaws, "<b>Take what you want from this world before it takes from you, Ridley. Live where your mother and siblings have failed. Allow no mercy and demand nothing less than everything.</b>"<br>
“<b>I don't give a cuss what you think!</b>" fear caused her body to shake as she snapped at her father, driving him back and away from her. "<b>Stop it! Stop being like this,</b>" Ridley ran. She could hear his laughter fading away as the distance grew greater.<br>
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"<b>She is my daughter, not yours,</b>" Midas had grown more persistent over the months, drilling Ridley over and over about greatness and worth, power and death. Taru had finally had enough once it seemed that Ridley was finally beginning to accept her father's words as truth.<br>
"<b>I always knew you were crazy, Midas. I should have never allowed you to stay with Nash. Blind, she was,</b>" Taru's old voice wavered with the name of her deceased daughter, but she was done enduring in silence. "<b>I won't let you ruin the only thing that she left behind.</b>"<br>
"<b>Grandma,</b>" it was Ridley's turn to speak, "<b>What Dad says, it has some truth. What if I am meant to be more?</b>" The sadness that flashed in Taru's pale eyes was enough to cause a pang of grief to ripple through the younger female's mind.<br>
"<b>That's it, Ridley, you are meant to be more. More than everything your father wants for you, more than gaining power that gets you nowhere.</b>"<br>
"<b>Damn you, old woman! Shut your mouth,</b>" Midas erupted, lunging forward as if to clamp down on Taru's old body. Ridley was faster. Placing her body between them, the female felt her father's teeth enter her shoulder as she stood in front of her grandmother. Developed and nurtured muscles blocking the teeth from entering too far into her flesh, Ridley was old enough to understand that this was it. Their family was no more.
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Blood seeped through her fur, pain flooding Ridley's mind with understanding. "<b>We are born to die, but how we live before the end is not ours to decide. My life is not yours anymore than it is Taru's or mine. The stars will pave my way and if I rise or fall will be no matter of yours.</b>"<br>
Taru spent her remaining days beside Ridley with no Midas to interrupt her stories or disrupt their warm days. Death eventually collected Ridley's dear grandmother, but not after the crazy old wolf had passed on the tale's of the past and her days of youth. Even though they had discussed it many times, Ridley could have never been prepared to lose Taru. It rattled her core, causing her to debate right from wrong and the idea of finding her father once again. Wandering the land and thinking away her days, the female gradually grew to accept that her grandmother was gone.<br>
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After finding her father's corpse on the borders of her natal pack's territory and realizing that it was time to move on, Ridley now wanders the Teeokn Wilds. She hopes to have a pack soon, but fears the commitment that comes with such a decision. </div><br>
Relations
Midas / Father / Deceased<br>
Nash / Mother / Deceased<br>
Taru / Maternal Grandmother / Deceased<br>
Boy 1 / Brother / Deceased<br>
Girl 2 / Sister / Deceased<br>
Nash / Mother / Deceased<br>
Taru / Maternal Grandmother / Deceased<br>
Boy 1 / Brother / Deceased<br>
Girl 2 / Sister / Deceased<br>
Pack History
|Natal Pack - - Beta (2 years & 6 months)|<br>
|BLACKTAIL DEER PLATEAU - - Sigma|<br>
|BLACKTAIL DEER PLATEAU - - Sigma|<br>
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