Post by Bara no Uta on Dec 22, 2010 20:51:09 GMT -6
Name: Rachael Skyes
Age/Birthdate: April 5; 18 years
Gender: Female
Preferred Faction: Order
Alignment: Chaotic neutral
Appearance: She is thin and of average height. Her hair is normally dark brown, but she bleaches/dyes it bright red. Her eyes are brown and she has good vision, but she wears silver-colored (non-prescription) contact lenses. She dresses in goth-style clothing and has multiple piercings: two in each ear, one in her nose, and one in her belly button. None of them were done professionally, unsurprisingly. More specifically, she had used her mom's (probably stolen) sewing needle, rubbing alcohol, and ice.
She's always had a tendency to wear long sleeves or a sweater. If she doesn't, she would end up being asked a lot of questions about the various injuries, and excuses can only go so far. She has never gone swimming because of it; it's hard to find a swimsuit with coverage, and certainly one with enough to hide things. That said, in general, regular clothes are enough to cover everything up. Everybody is always careful to ensure that.
Personality: Her personality differs in ways that confuse most people. Sometimes she is a "happy goth" and sometimes she's the stereotypical sort of goth. That, however, is less her personality and more because of her bipolar disorder. She is a procrastinator and not very ambitious (likely a part of why she is considered guilty of sloth). She can be very creative with her ideas at times - some people tell her she should write a book or something, but generally the times she's most creative are also the ones where she can't concentrate enough to write much of anything.
She tends to be rather guarded around most people, to the point where some might say she has trust issues. She is not a loner, because she doesn't really prefer to be alone, but it doesn't bother her, either. She's used to criticism enough that the opinions of others rarely affect her in the slightest, unless they somehow have managed to get her to trust them.
History: Some try to put it nicely, saying her mother was 'never much one for committed relationships.' Rachael, were she ever willing to tell anyone, would tend to put it in a less polite manner: her mother slept around a lot and got pregnant at the age of 17. She never knew who the father was, and she didn't really care. Her mother is an alcoholic, a smoker, and a drug addict. Since she wasn't able to keep a steady job, Rachael generally ended up with roles like watching to make sure nobody noticed her mother stealing some cigarettes. When she got a little older, she realized this was bad and tried to stop. Her mother then made sure she knew she had no choice in the matter.
Throughout the years, her mom had lots of "boy toys." Rachael generally tried to avoid them, because they almost always were too much like her mother, who she also would avoid if she were able. Growing up, she learned several things from her mother's boyfriends, though... none of them good.
Sample Post:
It was her eighteenth birthday. She had been planning this for ages, and now she finally would do it. Her mother was still out partying, and she'd had some things packed for a couple of weeks now. Things like her school ID (her proof that she really was, in fact, 18), food that would keep for a while, and some money from gradually stealing and selling her mom's drugs for a few years whenever she was able to. The second it turned to midnight, she grabbed her bag and was out of there.
Honestly, she had no idea where exactly she thought she was going, but even the streets seemed like they would be better than her mom's house. As she was walking around, realizing that maybe she should have planned out at the very least a relatively safe place to sleep (not that the trailer park she had lived in was particularly safe). About twenty minutes into her journey, she noticed somebody behind her. Trying not to seem paranoid, she continued on, ignoring that her intuition was telling her otherwise.
After a while, the person passed in front of her, causing her to think her initial thoughts that she was overreacting were probably accurate. That is, until he suddenly stopped and turned to face her, revealing a knife.
"I want you to stop right there," he instructed, "and give me all your money."
She was surprised. She'd encountered people wanting all sorts of various things from her, but never money. Probably because they could clearly tell she had none.
Looking at him, the knife was almost definitely just for show. He didn't look like someone really willing to stab somebody. And even if he was, she was starting to realize the futility of her homeless situation, and decided it wouldn't make that much of a difference anyway. It would probably even be for the best.
Decisively and with an air of finality, she told him, "You want it? Go ahead; it's all yours. But you'll have to get rid of me first..." She could have fought him, or tried to run - although chances were she would not have been successful - but she did not.
It also turned out she was wrong; he had absolutely no problem with stabbing her. However, just before he did, her seal broke, and her magic decided to save her itself...
Passwords: Dusk, Loli-ism, Placido, and Lira
Age/Birthdate: April 5; 18 years
Gender: Female
Preferred Faction: Order
Alignment: Chaotic neutral
Physical Traits Strength: • Agility: ••• Stamina: •• | Social Traits Composure: ••• Manipulation: ••• Presence: ••• | Mental Traits Intelligence: ••• Wits: • Resolve: ••• |
Talents Athletics Awareness Brawl Dodge Empathy Intuition | Skills Performance - singing First Aid Martial Arts – Judo Stealth | Knowledges Computer Investigation Mythology |
Appearance: She is thin and of average height. Her hair is normally dark brown, but she bleaches/dyes it bright red. Her eyes are brown and she has good vision, but she wears silver-colored (non-prescription) contact lenses. She dresses in goth-style clothing and has multiple piercings: two in each ear, one in her nose, and one in her belly button. None of them were done professionally, unsurprisingly. More specifically, she had used her mom's (probably stolen) sewing needle, rubbing alcohol, and ice.
She's always had a tendency to wear long sleeves or a sweater. If she doesn't, she would end up being asked a lot of questions about the various injuries, and excuses can only go so far. She has never gone swimming because of it; it's hard to find a swimsuit with coverage, and certainly one with enough to hide things. That said, in general, regular clothes are enough to cover everything up. Everybody is always careful to ensure that.
Personality: Her personality differs in ways that confuse most people. Sometimes she is a "happy goth" and sometimes she's the stereotypical sort of goth. That, however, is less her personality and more because of her bipolar disorder. She is a procrastinator and not very ambitious (likely a part of why she is considered guilty of sloth). She can be very creative with her ideas at times - some people tell her she should write a book or something, but generally the times she's most creative are also the ones where she can't concentrate enough to write much of anything.
She tends to be rather guarded around most people, to the point where some might say she has trust issues. She is not a loner, because she doesn't really prefer to be alone, but it doesn't bother her, either. She's used to criticism enough that the opinions of others rarely affect her in the slightest, unless they somehow have managed to get her to trust them.
History: Some try to put it nicely, saying her mother was 'never much one for committed relationships.' Rachael, were she ever willing to tell anyone, would tend to put it in a less polite manner: her mother slept around a lot and got pregnant at the age of 17. She never knew who the father was, and she didn't really care. Her mother is an alcoholic, a smoker, and a drug addict. Since she wasn't able to keep a steady job, Rachael generally ended up with roles like watching to make sure nobody noticed her mother stealing some cigarettes. When she got a little older, she realized this was bad and tried to stop. Her mother then made sure she knew she had no choice in the matter.
Throughout the years, her mom had lots of "boy toys." Rachael generally tried to avoid them, because they almost always were too much like her mother, who she also would avoid if she were able. Growing up, she learned several things from her mother's boyfriends, though... none of them good.
Sample Post:
It was her eighteenth birthday. She had been planning this for ages, and now she finally would do it. Her mother was still out partying, and she'd had some things packed for a couple of weeks now. Things like her school ID (her proof that she really was, in fact, 18), food that would keep for a while, and some money from gradually stealing and selling her mom's drugs for a few years whenever she was able to. The second it turned to midnight, she grabbed her bag and was out of there.
Honestly, she had no idea where exactly she thought she was going, but even the streets seemed like they would be better than her mom's house. As she was walking around, realizing that maybe she should have planned out at the very least a relatively safe place to sleep (not that the trailer park she had lived in was particularly safe). About twenty minutes into her journey, she noticed somebody behind her. Trying not to seem paranoid, she continued on, ignoring that her intuition was telling her otherwise.
After a while, the person passed in front of her, causing her to think her initial thoughts that she was overreacting were probably accurate. That is, until he suddenly stopped and turned to face her, revealing a knife.
"I want you to stop right there," he instructed, "and give me all your money."
She was surprised. She'd encountered people wanting all sorts of various things from her, but never money. Probably because they could clearly tell she had none.
Looking at him, the knife was almost definitely just for show. He didn't look like someone really willing to stab somebody. And even if he was, she was starting to realize the futility of her homeless situation, and decided it wouldn't make that much of a difference anyway. It would probably even be for the best.
Decisively and with an air of finality, she told him, "You want it? Go ahead; it's all yours. But you'll have to get rid of me first..." She could have fought him, or tried to run - although chances were she would not have been successful - but she did not.
It also turned out she was wrong; he had absolutely no problem with stabbing her. However, just before he did, her seal broke, and her magic decided to save her itself...
Passwords: Dusk, Loli-ism, Placido, and Lira