Rhiatte (Desiree Von Croy)

[Rhiatte]

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Name: Desiree Anastasia Von Croy
Alias: Rhiatte
Gender: Female
Age: Ten
Birth Date: December Fifteenth? At least, so she’s been told.

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Height: 4’8”
Weight: 74 lbs.
Build: Considerably slim, but still with a bit of remaining baby fat.
Eye Colour: Lavender, a bit darker than her hair.
Hair Colour: A very light shade of lavender.
Avatar: Kiddy Grade - Lumiere

Upon first glance, the adjectives most commonly used to describe Rhiatte's baby-doll appearance would be "cute," "adorable," or in some cases, "precious." Her most prominent feature is a set of large, innocent-looking lavender eyes set in the middle of a round, pale face and rosy cheeks, and her hair is almost always fixed into a perfectly-shaped ringlet on the right side of her head. Being still only ten years old, her stature of four foot eight can be defined as rather short and she still has traces of baby fat on her otherwise slim body.

Similarly, her taste in clothes does not really seem to help matters as she has a preference for pastels, lace, frills and everything else feminine, though her outfit of choice is a rather frilly blue body suit. She likes to dress elegantly, and even on the rare occasions when her style of dress isn't completely and totally feminine, it is still polished and well-chosen by her. She has a little doll's nose and a delicate mouth, with the lower lip stuck out into what seems to be a sort of perpetual pout.

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Likes:

• Sweets
  
• Dresses
  
• Music
  
• Games
  
• Books
  
• Languages
  
• Grape juice
  
• Dance
  
• Horror movies
  
• Music
  
• Art
  
• Privacy
  
• Wammy’s House
  
• Animals
  
• Balloons
  
• The ocean
  
• Koi fish
  
• Carousels
  
• Climbing trees
  
• Colours
  
• Springtime
  
• Flowers
  
• Puzzles
  
• Riddles
  

Dislikes:

• Ice
  
• Winter
  
• Peppermint
  
• Peaches
  
• Being teased
  
• Being underestimated
  
• Not being taken seriously
  
• Sports
  
• Large crowds
  
• The colour orange
  
• Big cities
  
• Dust
  
• Disorder
  
• Fire
  
• Memories
  
• Emotions
  
• Not being the best
  

Fears:

• Spiders
  
• Dying soon
  
• Never regaining her memories
  

Strengths:

• Organization
  
• Languages
  
• The arts
  
• Vocabulary
  

Weaknesses:

• Combat
  
• Weaponry
  
• Sociability
  

Specializations:

• Language and terminology (Main focus)
  
• Medicine and anatomy/physiology
  
• Computers and technology
  

A brilliant young amnesiac with no knowledge of her life before Wammy’s House, Rhiatte tends to act just a little bit naïve at times. She is not particularly interested in socializing but will tolerate someone speaking to her, always willing to help or just to listen to you attentively, and while she can’t stand crowded areas or loud groups of people she is never one to object to a companion or two to keep her entertained. She is gentle and prefers intellectual challenges over physical ones, in part because her injuries have hindered her physical condition but also because she sees no point in displays of physical prowess. She is prideful and sensitive, never able to put up with being made fun of and hesitant to fully trust humans, for she knows well that they lie and tend to have bad intentions. Those who are able to gain trust from the girl, however, find themselves with a fiercely loyal companion.

Being a strict perfectionist, she has a tendency to get upset and frustrated when things don’t turn out her way, a few times to the point of crocodile tears, kicking or throwing things across the room, for despite her intelligence she is, above all, still a child. She becomes angry when she finds something she cannot perfect or is simply not very good at, and is rather competitive towards her fellow Wammy’s House kids, making it that much more difficult when she attempts (unsuccessfully thus far) to jog her lost memory. She is rather proper and well-mannered most of the time, however, and tends to become embarrassed when she finds herself losing control of her emotions; she normally had a tendency to hide them from others, and quite well too. She is never one to complain, though if you happen to rub her the wrong way she will not hesitate in telling you exactly what she thinks.

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Family:
Annette Von Croy (Mother, deceased)
Nikolas Von Croy (Father, deceased)
Gabriel Von Croy (Twin, deceased)
Heritage: Austrian
Hometown: Vienna, Austria
Birthplace: Vienna, Austria

It was a rather cold February morning when a pair of bright lavender eyes opened to find themselves in a small, nice but fairly unattended hospital room, their owner quite unsure of where she was or how she had gotten there in the first place, with no one willing to take the time to answer any of the questions she had. It was clear that she had been badly injured in some manner of an accident, though only the minimal amount of attention was paid to her as the hospital was crowded and others had money to pay. She was discharged soon after, her injuries poorly treated by the doctors as she had no family and no money to pay for treatment. She found herself living on her own on the streets before long, relying on thievery and charity to get by and still with no memory of her past, though she had her knowledge and a few random images of things that made no really sense to her.

Without the proper medical attention she soon found her injuries getting worse, making it harder and harder to maintain her life on the street as food was already minimal and injuries made it difficult to run away from those who might wish to do harm to her. They certainly took their toll on her and after a month or two she collapsed in the streets, causing enough of a stir to attract a good-sized crowd of concerned people, including one particular one that would prove to change her life in a rather significant way. The next time she woke up it was in a nicer hospital, a man sitting nearby who was able to provide her with what few answers he could. She had been given the medical attention she needed, though she had still been left in rather poor physical shape due to a delay in treatment. Curious, he tested her and her intelligence and after finding her to be proficient, told her that he would be bringing her to a new home, a place where she would be taken care of. The man in question was one Quillsh Wammy “Watari,” and young Desiree – now under the alias of ‘Rhiatte’ – found herself soon after living as the newest resident in Wammy’s House. That was two years ago, and she has been living there ever since, struggling to recover still from her injuries though growing quickly and progressively in intelligence. Wammy’s House is all she has ever known and she remains grateful that she has ended up there.

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Name: Rhi or Kate.
Age: Sixteen in May.
Experience: About four years now.
Codeword: Bah humbug.
Fun fact: I own you aaaaaall.
Sample Post:

I win.