Rylie Ellorna Sonaz- WIP(limit break only)

[Rylie Ellorna Sonaz]

"These are their best? They're no match for us."
- Rylie

General Information

Name: Rylie Ellorna Sonaz
Nickname(s)?: Ry, Lie, Ell, Elly, Lorn, Lorna

Alias(es)?: Res

Hometown: Deling City

Age: 18(DOB: March 2nd)

Immediate Family: None

Occupation: SeeD Mercenary; Rank 25



Identifying Features

Height: 5'6

Weight: 130

Hair Color: Strawberry-Blonde; long in back and at the sides with short, playful bangs that stop at her ears. It has natural body with lots of curl.

Eye Color: Cobalt; the color of the sea and sky. Intensely vivid and known to clearly show a wide range of emotions though only to those she trusts. Otherwise one would find their depths cold and lacking.

Special Features: a jagged scar from right shoulder to left hip, slightly wrapping around the hip to stomach; a small tattoo of the Balamb SeeD symbol on the back of her neck(at the top of her spine); both ears pierced as well as the cartilage once in her right ear.

Appearance:

Not your a-typical female, the big-breasted and petite quality, Rylie is definitely is in her own category. Most would claim her to be lacking in femininity as she'd rather fight or be outdoors than ogling some boy's muscular frame. Yet, she's not really as Rylie has some feminine qualities. She's not a small framed gal, being more medium, though not heavy set either. Her figure holds curves in the right places and is kept toned, as she is a fan of keeping fit, though not overly so like most women. Her most noticeable trait tends to be her long legs revealed by the mid-thigh length skirts that she adores, and her breasts are...small, average mostly, and nothing to write home about.

Being 5'6 makes her not too tall and not too short, her walk one of a person with lots of confidence as she always keeps her chin up and never looks at the ground. Long strawberry-blonde hair, kept groomed pretty decently, frames a face with cobalt blue eyes, a small nose, delicate pink lips, and a strong jawline. Yet if one was to get a glimpse of the sword carried on her person, the scar on her back, or the tattoo on her neck they'd deduce quite easily that there is very little to be labeled soft about Rylie. She has shown many a man at Balamb Garden that women are not weaker than men, and that she is not to be messed with.

Combat Abilities and Special Skills

Weapon(s): Combination Firearm/Sword almost similiar to a Gunblade. Tempesta del Destino or Storm of Fate is the name.

Changing From Sword to Gun


Guardian Force: Quezacotl

Combat Style:

Focus and determination. Two important words in Rylie's vocabulary, they are always at the forefront of her mind. They were part of the first lesson ever taught to her, her instructor at Balamb pacing back and forth across the front of the classroom as he spoke in a booming voice:

"Ones thoughts must be focused. Your attention must be on the battle at hand and nothing else. To let your focus be broken by distractions could be detrimental to you as well as those who fight at your side. One must be determined to win their battle. To remain resolute even in the face of chaos."

Those were words that would forever stick in Rylie's mind throughout the years. Whenever finding herself in battle that speech was the first thing to cross her mind. A lesson to only be forgotten by the foolish. Or Rylie, for sometimes chaos can be her undoing in the midst of battle.

Agility and quick-thinking are her two companions, that and a steadfast urge to take down her opponent as quickly as possible. Allowing for a chance of chaos to interfere or harm to come to innocents must not happen. Due to her height she is quite tall yet her figure allows for quick movement. Dodging from side-to-side or outright diving, she is very limber and known to pull off attacks that can leave most a little flabbergasted. With enough speed Riley can use her surroundings to her advantage, running at walls and up them to flip off, and shoot at an upside down angle. Her use of Time Magic, a practiced one of hers, allows her to manipulate how fast she falls to her advantage. Or to slow her opponent down to allow for a quick dodge.

This is not always successful as magic can be resisted or not work as effectively on one person as another. Rylie also employs to her aid Thunder as well as Ice magic, finding that the appearance of a slippery surface before running enemies or lightning crumbling rock before slow-moving ones can be helpful to her. Her use of the gun-blade, allowing for both long-range and up close combat make her a dangerous opponent, and yet she is susceptible to most things- damage from long-range weapons, magicks, and even swords.

While Rylie is strong, having some brute strength, there are ways to break her concentration, and silence can halt her magic abilities quite easily. She is susceptible to sword wounds as well as gun ones, and can be overpowered if weakened or exhausted. For stamina is...not always a strong suit after a long battle. Not to say that she tires easily, but after awhile...everyone does.

Limit Break: (to come)

Other: If one succeeds in getting under her skin then her temper could be a detriment as well. Though it takes much to do this or an opponent who knows her well. One who would know of her parents, for example, and speak of them in an ill-manner can do it quite easily. What happens then is a rapid change- she becomes sloppy in her actions and thinking is tossed out the door to be replaced by a blind rage.



The Psyche and The Past

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Personality:

"Cold. Heartless. A complete bitch. I hope I'm never as anti-social as her..."

Easily heard comments from girls deemed more womanly than Rylie Ellorna Sonaz and all tuned out just as easily as their brain did anything beside a boy's pecks. Quiet, contemplative, and a bit of a loner, she tends to keep to herself. Solitude is generally preferred to the company of others and some have stated it's like an invisible warning radiates from her warning you to leave her be. As she doesn't get along with people, her skills there quite lacking, one can usually find her in one of four places: the library, her dorm, the training area, or the quad. Otherwise, she's known to leave Balamb Garden completely to go exploring nature or walk upon the beach barefoot. One would label her as a loner or a brooder, and likely they were right, yet Rylie can't help who she is. Lack of affection and neglect from her parents brought about changes in what could have turned out to be a loving, open woman.

Sometimes she can be cold, her mask dropped around those few who get to see more than the composed and heartless demeanor, and she can be hard to provoke. Only one person has successfully done it easily and repeatedly, and Rylie dislikes him for that reason alone. Her many fears make it hard to be around lots of people- the natural paranoia when in open crowded places and the fear of intimacy being the main ones to cause this problem. She does not like to be touched and has nailed people more than a few times for doing it.

On top of that is her realizations that, in truth, she has quite a few weaknesses. Lack of people skills, her temper when provoked, Asher Devias, criticism of her parents(odd as it is), and even her lack of fear. This last is said to be her biggest and causes the most worry for her instructors, the higher ranking SeeD's, and Headmaster Cid. Some would call it a strength, for at times this lack of fear will make her do things others would not, and yet lack of fear means more chance of doing something rash. Disorder and chaos can also cause quite the problem as Rylie isn't one for it, it leaves her feeling off-balance and frazzled, which was a main problem during her first field exam which she failed.

Even with these she has many strengths that make her a good SeeD. A quick thinker, as she's smart, and a skilled strategist. Her commanding presence makes her an apt leader for she knows just how to maximize her voice to grab attention, even in the thick of battle, and being well-organized has help make for many successful missions. On top of that, during combat, she is a very agile and steadfast fighter.

Though Rylie has much to go in learning to not let her weaknesses have control, she is proud of how far she's progressed and tends to rarely let herself have downtime. Most of her time is spent honing her skills: physical, mental, and magical as opposed to rotting her brain with silly magazines that have boys on them.

History:

It all started in Galbadia's capital, Deling City. Zinare Sonaz, a Paratrooper in the Galbadian Military, and Caelum Sonaz, an Elite Soldier in the Galbadian Military, had been married for about ten years before Rylie Ellorna Sonaz was born to them. Neither were particularly thrilled, Zinare already resenting the child for requiring her to take leave for nine months, yet felt it their obligation to keep the girl. Due to this dislike they weren't affectionate with Rylie and mostly left her with a sitter. This neglect and lack of affection began to shape the poor little girl at a young age, for even the sitter was not a loving woman, who just wanted to be loved. Since her parents were mostly off doing work or on missions, Rylie was left at home alot. Closing herself off, taking comfort in solitude, she took to reading. Rylie loved to read- to let her mind go on adventures that her feet could not- and was an adept one by the age of five. Mostly though, she adored anything about fighting. For as much as her parents tended to pretend she did not exist, Rylie yearned for their affection and to make them proud, and so took high interest in what they did.

Yet, none of that seemed to matter. When Rylie was 6-years-old a Commander from the Galbadian Military came to their home with a message concerning the death of Zinare and Caelum. As their only living relative resided in Balamb and did not want the child, the woman decided that Rylie would be sent away to Balamb Garden. Finding out about the death of parents is generally traumatic for a child yet it is rumored that Commander never forgot how quiet and unemotional the little girl seemed. Not even a tear was shed. Within two days Rylie's life went from familiar to unfamiliar, tossed into a new life at Balamb Garden where solitude seemed non-existent. It was this change that brought about her obsession with order and tidiness. A way to keep something in her life organized when nothing else seemed to be.

Though frightened by the change it did not mean she wasn't excited as well. Rylie was on a real adventure! Life had just become interesting instead of dull. Throwing herself into studies, focusing on what she wanted for her future, she became well-known for being a good pupil. There was never any incidents with her except an occasional outburst here or there if someone messed with her stuff, or decided to touch her. That had resulted in one or ten broken, bloody noses. It taught everyone a lesson though: Do not touch. Relationships were made, if you could call them that, over the years. Acquaintances and enemies, the latter more of than the former, and sometimes even those slight annoyances- Asher Devias for example.

That kid got under her skin like no other, for Rylie never had much of a temper and is somewhat to provoke. During training exercises she wasn't against fighting him just to prove that a girl could beat him. She could never deduce if he really meant all the comments about girls being weaker than boys. Yet, she'd proved him wrong a time or two. The fact that Asher was impulsive, impatience, and quick tempered made her dislike him all the more. Sometimes she'd even resort to lecturing him on why those were not good and how it could lead to making rash decisions.

Over the years though Rylie found out her own strengths and weaknesses, the latter of which she tries her best to overcome, and found a great attachment to her favorite weapon: similiar to a gun-blade it can switch between sword and gun, and is known as Tempesta del Destino or Storm of Fate. It seemed that her and the weapon were made for each other, her movements with it and mastering of it coming so smoothly. Though she had taken naturally to magic, and her Guardian Force Phoenix, Rylie felt more of a kindred connection with the sword.

By the time she hit the age of 15 Rylie opted to take the exam to become a SeeD, always knowing it was her destiny, and though failed the field exam the first time- due to, amusingly enough, the very temper she chided Asher for having-, aimed to never do so again. Her first taste of true combat came though during the fight against Galbadia Garden, as they attacked Balamb, and that was when Rylie learned just how skilled she was. And how much the garden, the people in it, meant to her. During combat she took a vicious wound that sent her to the infirmary for more than two weeks, a sword across her back that left an ugly scar, and further cemented her goal in life. At the age of sixteen success was hers, and she became an official SeeD, through the next two years ranking up as much as humanly possible. The end of the war, the battle against the Sorceress Ultimecia, was a great moment for all.

Is it truly over though? Is peace to come. It has been five years since and yet a sense of foreboding knots her stomach constantly. Sometimes she's even dreamt. Though she would never speak it incase it meant risking her position. Being a SeeD meant the world to her, became her life, and one day she aims to be as great as Squall Leonhart. Some would call her choice of an existence a lonely one for she is, for all intents and purposes, alone. Perhaps it was, but...she'd only ever had herself.

The Audition

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Was she losing it? Perhaps. Isabeau was egging Frederick on though the cautious part of her brain kept yelling at her to stop. Did she want him to hit her, here? In a way, yes. Then everyone would see what a horrible man he really was. They were all blind and it irked her to no end. How they could sit with a man like him...she did not know. If they knew what he really was, would they be able to keep their food down? Likely not.

"Do you truly think them shunning me would hurt me? The majority turn up their noses at the sight of me as it is. The better ones, the minority, are nice to me. People like you make me feel ill. Your eyes are shuttered, your minds narrowed, and your tongues speak only lies. I can't stand you. I can't stand them. Does that shock you? You who would die if one were to utter a disparaging word who had more coin than you. A truly pathetic man..." Isabeau's tone was bored, as if the topic dulled her, which in truth it did. She was not one to care about high society. If she ended up poor, having to work, and never attended another social gathering again it would not bother her a bit. Turning her head away, her tone still quiet, she muttered,"It turns my stomach to sit with them and listen to them talk about people poorly then paste on a smile and pretend to like them if they happen to come near."

Pretentiousness was an even worse sin, really. The boastings of those in first class were enough to make one vomit. Every man was the master of his universe, none could aspire to be like them, and every woman was the queen of the world, none could ever amount to their status. Yet, they were nothing. Superficial and material. Only caring about the money behind their name and their appearance to others. Isabeau did it, only to alleviate some of Frederick's verbal barrage, though it helped little, and to use it as armour in a way. To protect her from their cruelty.

Laughing softly, she grinned sweetly,"Oh, Frederick, that is amusing. Such does not fit you though. You'd be too frightened that someone might think ill of you." Turning to wave her fingers at some couple who was give her a snotty look, one of disgust, she stated simply,"A wealthy woman would not marry you. They'd take one look at the disgusting, poor man that you'd be and turn up their nose as they walked off." That point could not be argued. The majority of women who they were friends with proved such. Rich women were not known to marry poor men. Especially as that would taint their good names. "Your Father is a much better man than you will ever be. When the time comes he will do what is right. It'll come, that day, when he looks at you and disowns you as his son. It frightens you, does it not? To imagine yourself poor, dirty, and having all of those you once knew snub you. Nothing more than a gutter rat and not worth even the least bit of attention..."

Whispering the words, in a soft sing-song tone, Isabeau's celadon eyes watched his face. He called her a whore and she didn't even flinch. She was not. Sadly the only man who touched her was him, and for it she felt disgusting. It was rare that he did so, generally out of anger, as though to punish, and yet she wondered...raising a brow, she leaned in, as if telling a tantalizing secret,"Perhaps you have the same penchant for my flesh as your Grandfather. You two are much more alike than I thought..."

With those words, she turned and followed the young lady as they were being led to a table. Her back was held straight and head at a confident angle.

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