Personality: Due to her background as the daughter of a rather well-off family, she has a taste for the finer things. She reacts and lives on gut instinct over careful thought. She specializes in the occult since it's her hobby, or sorts, and is a practicing magick-user. She keeps that hobby relatively quiet, though she has publicly said and shown herself to be useful in such cases and is often put on them, and puts forth the image of a rather hard-nosed cynic due to the fact she works for the government with decidedly non-magickal types. She is well-known for her ability to solve these cases and find The Truth, though it's through her "cynicism" rather than her burgeoning psychic abilities and use of other powers. Under it all, she is a caring person as well as an observant one. She's stubborn, with a fiery temper, but doesn't allow people to get too close to her and is always changing her public personality to hide the real one behind masks. Being an FBI agent has taught her that trust is fluid, and what she's seen as an agent in some of the more strange cases has only strengthened that idea. She is strong-willed and proud, making life dance to her tune rather than the other way around.

History: Born into the Caprioni family, Rhiannon learned early on that what she wanted she could have without too much effort. Unfortunately, she grew up with a mind of her own and that ease of acquirance irritated her horribly. She was independent from birth, really, and her parents were always off traveling the world while she was a baby. She grew up on tales told to her by her nanny, and watched the woman's hard work. When Rhiannon was old enough to distinguish contrasts, or when she learned them, she found that her parents' attitudes and inability (or disinclination) to do anything for themselves was just wrong. She had learned that doing things for herself could be fun, and gave her a sense of accomplishment when she was a young girl searching for praise. Her parents never gave her what she truly desired: love and attention. Her father was out on business trips, for the most part, and her mother was often out doing socialite activities with her cronies. They paid minimum attention to their daughter for the first seven years of her life except to buy her presents and toys and make sure she had begun her education. Neither had really wanted a child, and felt their lives were always too hectic to fit her in. She occasionally went on vacations to remote tropical or tourist places, and she found that she liked Monaco and Switzerland the best. Even then, she was often ferried around by a servant or her nanny and had been taught long ago to only speak when spoken to when in the company of her parents.

When she was seven, her parents finally found Rhiannon presentable enough to take a little more active role in her life. The most troubling time of the little girl's life was at this time, when her old nanny was found teaching Rhiannon how to cook for herself and dismissed with many harsh words spoken. Rhiannon hated her parents then, feeling more the daughter of the woman they had just sent away from her than their own. She became exceedingly rebellious, showing her stubborn side and willful ways everywhere except when she was getting her education. She loved to learn whatever she could get her hands on, and read with a voracious appetite. She was sent away to a private boarding school at the age of twelve, and it was there that her real education began.

Make no mistake, Rhiannon did learn her subjects with an ease that many of her instructors found astounding, and caught onto things with swiftness, but it was also here that she got to witness and experience a little more of the world itself. She had to actually interact with her peers, making use of her heritage to get anything done, but found the other prissy girls there to be despicable. She joined them only when forced, and it drove a deep wedge between herself and the others. She was accused directly and indirectly of acting as if she were "too good" for the others, and their jealousy over her high marks made them vicious over the preceding months and years. Tricks were played on her, and she was almost assaulted by one group of girls in the shower. The only thing that saved her was the interference of a girl who had only just entered.

From then on, she and Kayanna were shunned together. Rhiannon, in her infinite wisdom, simply shrugged it off and found Kay to be a wonderful companion and friend. They shared many of the same likes and dislikes, including their own families.

When Rhiannon was 17, she was told she could return home at the end of the year, as she had done what she could in the institution and could possibly enter the university of her choice. She did so, leaving behind Kay to do it, but kept in touch with her.

Or she did for a while. On Rhiannon's 19th birthday, after not receiving a letter from Kay for three months, Rhiannon was casually told by her parents that Kayanna had been in an accident with another motorist who had been drinking ("One of the middle class," Rhiannon had been told, in a voice that showed exactly what her mother and father thought of *those* people) and had died. They had simply forgotten to tell Rhiannon about her little friend in all the bustle of their own activities.

Rhiannon was incensed and devastated. She turned cynical, or more so, and retreated within herself. She found the world outside to be a cold, hard place, and there were no good people left. She turned her energies into her education and ended up graduating a year early, at the age of 20.

She returned to college to receive her master's degree, but failed to do so after three years. This was due to the sudden death of her mother in a plane crash, and then the incarceration of her father a month later on charges of embezzelment. The questions and stress so close to the final culmination of her education affected her thesis work so that she couldn't receive the proper marks she needed to attain it in the end.

All the time she had been an undergraduate, she had made the occult her hobby. She had learned of it when she had met a young man at the college who said he studied as a Druid. Craving to know something she didn't already know about, and never having had any form of set religion to hold her back, she pursued her interest on the side while she did her studies.

Once she was out of college for good, having failed to receive her master's degree, she realized she really had nothing she could do with her life. The master's would have allowed her to get the job she had really wanted, and now that she couldn't she felt listless and pointless. She had taken up the position of assistant linguist with the languages department while she had been in for her master's, hoping that she could work with the government as a translator among other things, but it ended when she was refused the master's.

However, her intuition, which had grown quite strong in the intervening years, told her that something was just around the corner for her, and she recalled her interest in the FBI's methods of investigation on her father. She looked up the requirements to become a special agent and asked herself what she had to lose by attempting to get into the program.

She lost nothing, and within another 18 months was a Special Agent assigned to the area near the Canadian border. She was most often assigned to cases dealing with the occult, which she attributed to one of her higher-ups, and proved herself to be unerringly adept at them. During her training, she had put forth the idea of skepticism for anything that might seem remotely magickal or supernatural, even though she was shocked the first time she saw anything having to do with it that might have proved her own beliefs true, and her constant ability to solve such cases caught the attention of some of her superiors. She knew that at least one of them had more than likely looked through her files to discover her history and such, and it put her on edge. When nobody came down on her for her beliefs after another year of work with the FBI, she relaxed slightly.

She was well-known in her own department in another year and off the probationary period new agents are often assigned. She was also told she would be placed on a case that seemed suspiciously odd with her partner, Cody. They investigated it, and on the surface it seemed as if the murder was just a murder that would go unsolved. However, Rhiannon discovered some discrepancies that she noted duly and shared with her partner. Within a few days, another murder had been committed that was the mirror of the one they had just investigated, but there was a witness. What was described was almost like a scene from a horror movie, and Rhiannon treated it as such in front of her partner.

Cody told her that it was, perhaps, a psychotic serial killer. They brought the witness in to protect her from whomever it was, in case they decided no witnesses were needed. Rhiannon was told to keep an eye out for anything while her partner stayed with the witness that evening, but was sent to get Chinese for dinner.

She was returning with it when she noticed the light in their room was extinguished. She frowned but went in and only set her things down once she was out of the lobby. She drew her weapon and crept up the two flights to their abode, and stood away from the door before she knocked on it and called for Cody to unlock it.

What occurred next was almost impossible for her to imagine or believe. As the door itself exploded as something heavy smashed against it and hit the wall, she dove to the side and rolled, bringing her fierarm up ready to fire. By the time Rhiannon looked around, the object had bounced off the wall and crouched stunned for a long moment. It was huge and beast-like, and her mind identified it as vaguely lupine in form-or perhaps a massive hairy man--before another creature followed it out of the doorway. It seemed human, but she could see the fangs from where she crouched and definitely noticed the crimson eyes. "You fool, you'll give us away," it hissed dangerously. Each combatant had massive scars and bleeding to them, and neither seemed to notice that Rhiannon was there.

The vampire advanced in a blink and the werewolf leaped to meet it almost as quickly. The mass of the larger animal propelled the two back into the room as sounds of battle came to her ears. She was thankful that the motel was quite unoccupied on her level, but realized that the people on the floor beneath her might call the authorities.

She also knew that she couldn't let anyone see these creatures or else a widespread panic would develop.

The sudden thought that her partner or the witness was still alive inside the room was quickly squashed as she crept to the door and eased her head around to look inside carefully to see Cody staring back at her, even though his body faced the opposite direction on its side. She pressed herself back against the wall, trying not to get sick, and fought the urge to cry or do something insane like run in shooting at the creatures for killing him.

She forced herself to calm down and swallow the bile in her throat, and looked around the corner again to ascertain where the creatures were. It had fallen ominously silent in the room, and she couldn't see them from where she was. She counted to fifty and still heard nothing, so stood and steeled herself to go around and inside. To say she was terrified would be an understatement.

She stood a long moment in the doorway, straining with all her senses to hear or see anything in the darkness, and finally heard scrabbling over near one wall. She eased over to see what it was and found herself looking at the werewolf, minus one arm and dying from the gushing out of its blood, lying half on the corpse of the decapitated vampire. It looked up at her suddenly, more human looking than she had realized, and snarled as it struggled to get to its feet. She realized abruptly it still wore shreds of the witness's garments and shook her head in disbelief, eyes wide.

She pulled her gun up as she backed for the door, then tripped on her partner's body and sprawled for a second. The wolfman swayed on its feet unsteadily, the blood slowing on its arm, and advanced towards her with teeth bared. She fired off all the rounds she had, watching the creature fall back to the floor in pain but not dying, and quickly searched Cody's body for anything he might have.

All she found was his lighter, since he had been the smoker of the two of them, and she almost hurled it away before she got a plan. She quietly flicked the lighter on and set the rug the werewolf crouched on ablaze. It was synthetic and highly flammable, due to the cheap nature of the motel, and instantly roared to life.

As fast as the creature was, it wasn't quite fast enough to escape the tattered remains of clothing from coming to fiery life on it, and the fur on its body followed post-haste. It had leaped away from the rug and had tried to escape, howling through the kitchen area towards the bedroom, the stench of burning hair filling the air, but the pain that blinded it from the gunshot wounds and burning flesh sent it careening for the gas-lit stove.

Rhiannon knew enough not to stick around as soon as she saw the creature leap, her training and terror sending her for the door, and she fled down the hall as far away as she could get. She had expected it to hunt her and catch her there before the stairs, but the explosion sent her to the ground, and her momentum sent her down the short first flight.

She lay stunned for what seemed like eternity as consciouness wavered in and out of reach, then picked herself up off the stairwell and staggered down the stairs. She left through the fire exit that led to the alley, something that most of the other small number of patrons had begun to do through other doors as fast as they could go, and cradled her arm to herself where the shoulder had become dislocated.

As she stood in the dark and dank alley, her breath raspy, she wondered what would happen to her after the cleanup crews found the bodies upstairs.

It would prove to be one hell of a report for her that she had ample time to figure out in her hospital stay, since she had more extensive injuries than she had thought, and her supervisor visited her with the express desire to hear just what had happened. She was brief and to the point in her explanation, but left out all mention of werewolves and vampires. Just after she was released, she went back to work with many condolences to her on the loss of her partner. She sent his family flowers and a card with her own condolences, though she had never actually met them, and told them he had been a fine man and wonderful partner.

She then began to dig up as much information on the various murders in the area as she could, having a hunch that her magickal hobbies only confirmed. She found mention of several more, and finally plotted them on a map.

As she thought, they led over into the Canadian border the older they got, and she finally had to ask herself what she wanted to do. She received permission to meet with one of the higher officials when she said she had more information on the recently closed case that might require international aid. She let them know of her findings and asked to investigate them the farther they went.

She was denied, of course, until she explained that it could have a bigger scope than what she had shown them. They finally allowed her to investigate covertly, but warned her that if she were taken into custody they wouldn't recognize her as one of their own no matter what. She agreed, was supplied with the proper documents, and was on her way. She refused to ask how they had attained what she needed.

Her travels took her to the area of Ontario, and finally to Ruby Falls.

Physical Description: Rhiannon is 5'10" and built solidly. She has curves, but is well-muscled and keeps in shape. Her face is heart shaped and her eyes are blue-grey. Her hair falls in black clouds down to mid-back and shines with a blue light in the sun. Her skin is fair, but not terribly so, and she's tanned from her work outside with cases. She's built to last, though she looks as if she'll break if you sneeze at her. She keeps her nails long enough to be noticed, yet short enough not to be a bother if she has to draw a weapon. She often wears tasteful clothing and a little makeup, and her hair is generally back or up in some casual style. When she's on a case, she dresses in slacks and sturdy shoes that are still in style somehow. Her teeth are straight and white.