Riley Pereno

[blue]

For everything you have missed, you have gained something else, and for everything you gain, you lose something else.

I am Riley Pereno. I do not know my middle name. I do not know if I was given one. I used to be a 16 year old. Or so I assume. I do not know the age I was when I died. I am a female. My birthday is on December 21st. I do not know the year I was born. I am a nonchalant ghost that keeps any secret you have to tell. I listen and do not judge.

I have a finely etched face, as if from granite, and pale white skin that is faintly transparent. A mark on my forehead, indicating my clan, the only clue as to who I am. My ears are somewhat wide. I have a faint voice that whispers my words away. Purple hair dangles past my shoulders held with yellow bands. Bangs sit atop my head. I have a skinny waist, chest, and partially thick thighs. My nationality is a ghost. I have the abilities of teleportation and invisibility. Mainly white fabric covers my body with red and blue sewed-in ribbons. I have a big red bow on the front of my dress, long sleeves and wide boots held by thin string.

I am indifferent. I feel nothing. That is how I appear to outsiders. Those who visit me say I'm cold-hearted. They say I have no feeling, that my heart has become numb. I do not know how I was before I died. People say they pity me, but it does not matter. I do not care. They say it's sad that I have lost everything. I disagree. I have gained a chance to start over. I was given another turn at life. I am once again able to walk among people. I am content with hearing people's problems. It is my way of compensating for my new life. I suppose I enjoy comforting a troubled mind. I reckon I am like the refreshing water in a pool. Calm and impassive, I cool you off from the heat yet am frigid when you first meet me. My skill is keeping secrets. My hobby is wandering the streets and collecting stones.

I have no memories of my birth. I have no memories of my childhood. Only that I was pushed off a cliff. That is the only thing I remember. The feeling of being shoved, free falling and death meeting me soon after. I assume I'm 16. I have no family nor any friends. Any outsider that meets me decides to leave soon after. The only thing I know is that I am part of an extinct clan. Or at least, I used to be.

I live in the mansion. I was given residence by the ruler of Aerie. I suppose she pitied me too. I am the one who keeps it clean and tidy. I have no job. If you want to talk to me, come to the mansion and call my name. My future plot? To listen. I will be here forever. People will always keep secrets. It is their nature.

a bigger picture
her song (i just thought it kind of fit her)

[Moony]

Awesome ^^ Guardian of Secrets is perfect for her!
Okay, even if she lost all her memories, she'll still have a personality right? I really liked your physical appearance's description (it matches her ghost thing so well! <3); I think you can describe her personality more in depth like how you described the appearance.

" For everything you have missed, you have gained something else, and for everything you gain, you lose something else. "
This is really cool xD although she doesn't have much of a history--it sounds like she lost a lot--her life, her memory. What has she gained in exchange, except the position? I wonder how she feels about the position?

[blue]

interesting... you bring up good points.
Alrighty! I modified her!
Don't know if that's what you were asking for though...

[Moony]

Awesome! ^^ I see her more clearly now... she seems more compassionate and optimistic. Her personality reminds me of a clear glass? Very simple with the lack of memories, but you know, glass can be filled... "refreshing water in a pool"... and glass is pure and clean. It's transparent, therefore it can see through people.

accepto!~