Well, Ridley was anything but 'not so bad'. Sure, the young woman hadn't always been the bad guy; in fact, before her Claiming, she'd been just as innocent as her bratty little cousin, Lena. You know.. That dark-haired Caster girl that could never stop bitching and moaning despite the fact she was a 'perfect little angel' and 'savior of the family'. Mind you, by 'savior', I mean she killed over half of her family. Was supposed to have killed me. But not all things work in the favor of even a Siren, huh? Anyways.. Back to the point. Ridley hadn't always been a bad person.. And honestly, she wouldn't likely be one, now, if it hadn't been for the sheer stupidity of a girl named Genevieve Duchannes. You see, the Duchannes family wasn't exactly your average family of Casters. A long time ago, Genevieve Duchannes made a choice. A choice that would forever hang over the heads of her family. A choice that took away the ability for any of her descendants to make a choice that was vital to every Caster in existence. The choice of Light or Dark. Most Casters got to claim themselves. On their sixteenth birthdays, they went through something known as their Claiming; where their powers were revealed, and they got to choose whether to be a Light Caster, or a Dark one. But, because of Genevieve, this was a pleasantry the Duchannes family didn't have. Not until Lena came along, anyways. Because apparently, Ridley wasn't good enough to be the one chosen to break the curse.. Not that it really mattered. After all, as Rid always said; she was meant to be Dark. Oh. Did I mention that that curse Genevieve got put on her family caused Ridley to be Claimed for Dark? That that curse ultimately led to Ridley being disowned, feared, and hated by her family? Because that happened.. And Ridley was still bitter about it. Of course, though, she was trained to be bitter about it. To hate her family. To become just the monster that they made her out to be.. And, if you were to ask her, she'd done pretty damn well at it. Or.. Well... She had, up until that damn Wesley 'Link' Lincoln had gone and screwed with her heart. Had made her feel things. Things that Dark Sirens weren't supposed to feel.. Then again, Dark Casters won't supposed to feel things, period. Or, at least, not anything but anger. Rage. Sadism. And.. Well, you get the point. Either way, she didn't have to worry about putting up with damn Link and his terrible songs anymore, anyways. They'd broken up when Link had cheated on her with Savannah Snow right in front of her; just the way it should be. The dumb drummer had only served to drag her down, anyways. She didn't need him.. No, she didn't need anybody. Which was exactly why she was here, now. ...Wait, where was 'here', anyways? This city very clearly wasn't Gatlin, but it didn't look exactly like New York, either. This made the blonde in the miniskirt frown deeply and sigh through her nose, clearly annoyed. The ride she'd hitched here must not have understood where she'd wanted to go. Looked like she'd just have to figure out where she was, mortal-style. Reluctantly, she moved along the sidewalk, heels clicking against the ground as she did so. It drew quite a bit of eyes to her.. But she certainly didn't mind. In fact, the scantily-clad Siren found the attention to be more than welcome. She loved being checked out.. And there was plenty to check out; black miniskirt leaving her perfect ten-mile legs visible, her small white crop-top that her black bra could be seen faintly through- also leaving an odd tribal-looking black tattoo around her navel visible, also exposing her abs -, and her stylishly wavy blonde hair with hot pink stripes. Not to mention her golden cat-resembling eyes hidden behind a pair of dark sunglasses. It wasn't difficult to tell, even by the way she walked alone, that she was a bad girl. And that she wasn't someone to fuck with. However, it seemed like a group of about four shady-looking men didn't seem to catch onto this.. Considering they decided to try to surround her. Sadly for them, Rid wasn't one who took kindly to people trying to jump her. As the four closed in around her, Ridley couldn't help the sly grin that slowly spread across her features. Even as she was suddenly rather roughly slammed against a wall, the grin remained. Before the ruffian responsible could get a word in, Rid was already running her pretty, perfectly-glossed mouth. "Ease up on the rough play, boys. If you wanted some, all you had to do was ask," she quipped, more than obviously catching the thug holding her off guard. He quickly brushed it off, though. "I'm not big on asking for what I want, sweetheart." Unnoticably, Ridley's eyes flashed behind her sunglasses.. A sign of her working her magic. "Look, buddy; in case you haven't noticed.. I've got places to be. So be a sweetheart and let go."