| abstract | - Hawklike features, piercing eyes, and the proud bearing of a warrior unscarred. Though she tends towards light dress armour or overtly alluring civilian clothes when not on the front lines, there is nothing flirtatious about Riiva's manner. The wary may see her appearance for what it is - a taunt and a test, to see who has enough discipline to look past deliberately (and missleadingly) sexualised appearances. A young adult as Kaldorei reckon maturity, Riiva has yet to shake all the follies of her youth. She has cast iron discipline, reflexive respect for her martial superiors and daunting amounts of intelligence, but also intense pride in her own abilities, and the grudging sense of humor of one who has recently had to accept they too are capable of being an idiot. The combination doesn't always come naturally to her. Seen fighting, she moves with purpose, harmony, and exquisitely maintained balance - victory isn't the goal to pursue, just what happens naturally when one fights well. Under the strut and standoffishness, at her core Riiva is a warrior philosopher, who sees combat as a microcosm of all existence distilled to it's purest form. She believes with absolute sincerity that the way to peace is by understanding combat so well that actually engaging it becomes unnecessary.
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