Post by Rayne Vea Valera on Dec 13, 2010 2:00:08 GMT -5
RAYNE VEA VALERA
[/center]nicknames: Vea
age: Twenty-One
gender: Female XX
sexuality: Bi-sexual
occupation: Mechanic
Species: Human
Group: Liaisons
Residence: Studio Loft
played by: Michelle Rodriguez
appearance:
- Face: Rayne has long locks of chocolate brown waves of hair that flow down her back until it reaches between her shoulder blades. Her bangs swoop to the right side casually, and when the sun hits it in the right way it tends to have a blood red sheen to it. Her eyes are a darker shade of earth, and tend to look black. Her ears are pierced twice in each lobe, usually holding one white diamond stud and a small silver hoop earring. Anything else is out of the norm for her. Her lips are a soft shade of pink, and you almost never see them without a cigarette in between them. Rayne will rarely wear make-up, and when she does she will only ever wear eyeliner, mascara, and lip gloss.
- Body: Rayne is proportionate with her body, but when you see her, you realize she is very small for her age; standing at only five foot two inches. She doesn't have the biggest bust either; she only wears a 34B bra size. Her style consists of tank tops, corsets, funny or witty T-shirts, jeans, and boots whether they are combat boots or high class stilletos.
- Other/Flaws: Rayne has small scars adorning her arms due to her working on cars as a mechanic. They are either small lacerations, or small burn marks from working under the hood all the time. She doesn't try to hide them, and embraces her working class nature. On the right side of her waist, Rayne has the silhouette of an eastern dragon approximately 3-4 inches tall ad 2 inches wide.
likes:
- Old school cars
- Marlboro Red 100's (Cigarettes)
- Boots of any kind
- Night time
- Clubbing (Partying)
dislikes:
- Dumb blonds (stereotype)
- Cheap cigarettes and cigars
- Getting drunk
- Drugs
- Traitors
goals:
- Open up her own auto shop
- Move into a nice neighborhood
- Stay alive
fears:
- Death
- Pain
- Spiders (or huge bugs)
personality:
For the most part, Rayne can be very casual and nonchalant. She has a slight temper and attitude, but once you get to know her, you tend to get used to it. Rayne does not change her personality for anyone, and comes off to be rude and static (meaning what you see is what you get). Rayne will let someone know when she is upset with them, and does not beat around the bush about it. When you get Rayne upset, you need to apologize immediately, or leave her site. She isn’t the type to hold grudges much, and forgets why she has even gotten upset, but Rayne despises those who betray their friends. If you dare hurt her or anyone she cares about seriously, then you are in deep trouble.
On her better days, Rayne loves to smile. Not the kind that reveal all thirty-two of her pearly whites, spreads from ear to ear, and creates a crease underneath your eyes that only happen when smiling brightly. A smile like that for Rayne would be the slight smirk she gives now and then to a friend’s or her own witty comments. She likes to joke around a lot, and can be quite talkative. Rayne is also the listening type. She can hold certain things in at times, but that is because she is so used to being the friends with the shoulder to lean on. Rayne is extremely loyal, and is more than willing to lay her life on the line for the ones she loves.
Back to her temper, Rayne is the wrong person you want to piss off. If you get her angry enough, she is more than likely to rip your head off your shoulders with brute source and her bare hands. It is the only time where she reveals such intense emotion, and the last time she had ever gotten so angry, she ended up facing some hard time in juvenile.
relatives: Ann Valera - Adoptive mother
history:
Rayne does not know much about her family nor if she even had one. Her mother, whoever the woman was, dumped her on the front porch of a random family. When they looked down at the baby girl, they too did not want her. There was nothing wrong or defective about Rayne, but no one wanted to keep her. So, the family that found her placed her in the care of the government. Not being able to find a stable family that wanted her, Rayne was named and placed in foster care. She never knew the feeling of having just one couple as her mother and father figures; she was constantly moving from house to house because the family that kept her grew tired of her, hated her, or straight up did not like her for the littlest of reasons.
It was not until Rayne was roughly fourteen years old when one woman decided to adopt her and give her a last name. The woman was a liaison; a human who knew of the dark beings that lurked in the night. Her name was Ann Valera. She was a mysterious woman of few words, teaching Rayne that sometimes you did not need words to communicate with another. Through this woman, Rayne befriended many who beings such as lycanthropes and vampires and such. They had so much respect for her adoptive mother, and Rayne never knew why. Also, Rayne did not dare ask her how she knew. Rayne feared these powerful individuals, but she also respected them. She dedicated her life to keeping their existence a secret and assisting them in everything they need help in.
Through schooling, she was always a smart girl, but she was constantly getting in trouble. Her peers would tease Rayne about her adoptive mother, telling her that the woman was a nutcase and their parents think she was clinically insane. Most of the time Rayne would brush off the irritating and hurtful comments of the other teenagers, but one boy pushed her over the edge one day, and the next thing Rayne knew, Ann was talking to her through a plate of glass for the next three months. Rayne had beaten the boy to a bloody pulp, and the family issued a restraining order.
From then on, Rayne kept to herself with most of her thoughts, but she never bottled up her emotions. Her life turned her into one bad ass chick who was not going to take crap from anyone.
your name: Livie
your age: Nineteen
experience: 7-8 years
Example:
The morning began as it always did. After all, it had to remain constantly the same, or Salvatorie would end up having to jump out the window. His OCD hadn’t gotten any better or worse since he’d been admitted into the academy. He did not think it was too bad. In fact, he quite enjoyed himself. He had a moderate amount of friends, and no one was that judgmental of him. That is, except for the stupid psychiatrists. But what did Salvatorie care? Compared to the majority of people within the perimeter, he was pretty normal. What was wrong with some minor Obsessive Compulsiveness? He enjoyed keeping himself looking straight and sharp and clean. Being at the academy did not affect him at all.
He got up, showered, shaved, brushed his teeth, and gotten dressed. He had to do everything in that order every day, for the rest of his life. There was nothing wrong with a little order here and there. Salvatorie just appreciated himself a little more, that was all. It was frustrating though, and sometimes when things did not go his way, he would be a terrible and angry individual. Hell, sometimes he got really angry, but not in a sense where he became very violent. He was never violent unless it was in order to protect himself or someone close to him.
Salvatorie had his eyes on the ground as he walked, counting every step he made until the rushing sound of water reached his ears. He looked up, and saw Kin standing there peering in. He smiled to himself and admired her from afar for a moment. She was dressed mighty fine today in his eyes, but then again, Kin always dressed beautifully. Her attire was pretty unique and breathtaking, and you were definitely able to point her out in a crowd with her snowy white hair. She looked like an angel, and Salvatorie had to rip his eyes away just so he could concentrate.
Kin was a good friend to him, and she was quite the character.
To a lot of people she was a total turn off because of her nonchalant attitude, but that did not affect Salvatorie in the least bit. He enjoyed her company, and when people actually went out of their way to get to know her as he had done, she was a good girl to talk with. She was intelligent and refreshingly original, which was why Salvatorie got along with her so much. Yeah, she had definitely snapped at him here and there about little things, especially with his OCD. She would find it annoying, and flick him shit about it. Strangely enough, he didn’t mind it. It was the attitude he appreciated and the attitude that took his focus off of himself and onto her.
Salvatorie approached her from the side, and still admired her. She was a huge contrast to the green of the courtyard around her, and was almost forest like. The red in her clothes and jewelry stood out the most. It was the color of passion, and whether or not Salvatorie wanted to admit it or not, he was definitely passionate about Kin. He finally reached her side, and slightly leaned against the fountain’s edge. “Hey there, beautiful,” he complimented. “You’re looking pretty nice today. What’s the occasion?”
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