Iridesa

Rising Sun

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  She shines beautiful and bright like a sun and her love is warmth and light and her love is chaos and destruction. She is fire and you will burn.

  
  
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  Name
  Iridesa Adelie Marisol Alberti Bevetta
  

  Nickname Desa, Dess, Sweetheart Age 22? (realistically 49) Species Fire witch Alignment Chaotic/neutral good Sexuality Bi (female pref) Location New Versailles, LA

  Gender Cisgender female Date of birth April 2nd (Aries) Pets Sphynx cat, Eyre Socio-economic Filthy rich, in theory Status Single pringle Occupation Barista, med intern
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  Bodytype Well-endowed, curvy, ecto-meso, hourglass shape Height & Weight 5' and 110, short Hair Dark to red brown ombre, wavy, chest-length Personality The girl's pretty short but doesn't act like it, always either puffing out her chest and keeping her chin up high. Necessitates respect in order to even begin to consider maintaining any relations to a person. She always has an opinion, regardless whether she knows someone - she cannot stay indifferent towards anybody. Everything is black and white to her. She either loves you or hates you. No in-between. Sass on point; brutally honest, not afraid of arguments, even seeks them out sometimes. Is smol but will fite you.

  Complexion Tan, glowing Eye color Very light brown, amber Marks Burn mark on left palm, hands riddled with cat scratches, tattoo of parents' names and birth to death dates on the back of her neck Mannerisms Has perfected the art of pouts and pouty smiles. Short-lived anger. Often angry. Loud - screeching yells and bursts of magic. Holds long grudges against people even if she was in the wrong. Hates saying sorry. First impressions matter to her a lot and are pivotal for the formation of her opinion. Coy mannerisms, flirty smiles accompanied by shy-seeming giggles. Dominant body language. Takes up as much space as she can, both physically and verbally. Voice deepens when she's angered or upset.
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  Likes

  the smell of coffee, the taste of tea huge empty fields, untreaded paths calm mornings, bustling evenings light colors & pastels, sunset hues argumentative conversation magical duelling and peacocking her power Beyonce's song 'Diva', Queen B in general people out of her comfort zone

  Dislikes

  the taste of coffee physical fights, unnecessary rudeness Elric Fucking Eppstein, that bitch the word 'moist' and actual moist things things out of her control, impending panic not being strong or good enough status quos, blanket statements and rules those that dare shove their noses in her past
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  Irida Marisol Albrti was born to Esther and Fabian Alberti, a spanish magical family. They were kindred spirits in the magical community, both born fire wielders and prevented the city and surrounding villages from losing their crops many a summer by extinguishing field fires. A majority of the aristocratic families they were affiliated with were unlucky enough to be targets of frequent attacks, most often fires, as such disasters could be written off to the scorching sun in warm Spain. The Alberti family saved many lives with their abilities until they themselves became victims of the same attack, only more elaborate.

  The family had just settled into a bigger house with their infant daughter when their home burst into flames the same night. The couple had been put into a deep sleep by a mind mage and didn't wake at all. They burned to death in their bedroom where the fire had originated. Their daughter was completely unharmed, rolling around the wreckage when the firefighters found her. It seemed as though there was a protective circle around her that the fire could not breach. She had inherited her parents' gift of fire, and while they had died by the same element they controlled immaculately, she had survived.

  The doctors insisted that the child be kept in, but one of the aristocratic families, whose lives had been saved by the Alberti, persevered and gained custody over the little girl - The Bevettas. With a sickly firstborn and no hope for a second child, Lady Bevetta took Irida as her own, renamed her Iridesa and raised her in luxury. Iridesa herself had never been spared the information about her true parents, as Atticus and Vittoria Bevetta wanted the child to covet the memories of Esther and Fabian. She always knew she was adopted, but was not loved less than her brother.
• Tidbits

  - Has visited every continent and also the seven wonders of the world.
  - Her apartment is full of memorabilia. Recipes, music, trinkets, you name it.
  - Has a degree in medicine stored away in her attic. Never made a good doctor.
  - Chem whizz. Scarily good at making explosives.
  - Got left at the altar 5 years ago. The guy ran off. She still keeps the engagement
  ring so she can shove it down the fucker's throat when she meets him next.
  - When she says she likes all kinds of music, she means it.
  - Axl Rose and Slash signed her cleavage once, back when they were hot.
  - Kitchen goddess. Would've become a chef if she didn't hate customer service so much.
  - Won't even give you a penny unless you prove you're trustworthy. Much less a kiss.