Post by Rae-Star Berii on Nov 3, 2012 4:35:46 GMT -5
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KITCHING,
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Scary Monsters & Nice Spirtes
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Rae is not typically beautiful, she does not have the English Rose or American Beauty qualities that are often looked for. Instead her beauty is alternative; as interesting and curious as her personality. Small in size and stature, she is 5ft nothing and slender. Her figure is subtle and often considered boyish or straight. While her hips and curves remain elusive there is something rebellious and unconventional in Rae’s sense of style. Her hair, though rainbow coloured at the moment is always subject to change. Naturally blonde, Rae has gone through many colours, from baby blues and pinks to bright oranges and greens. The indecision as to her favourite means her hair is currently like a skittles tube; a rainbow of magnificent streaks. Against her pale pallor, chocolate brown eyes and ruby lips, her hair is her biggest apparent eccentricity.
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Berii, Rae Star
[/color][/center]age[/color]:;[/b][/size]
sweet eighteen
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FEMale
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born a, HUNTER
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RAE is, 5ft tall.
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where the wind blows and the grass grows green
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HETROSEXUAL
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No
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Intelligance x2
Endurance x2
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Rae carries a 45 Semi-Automatic Handgun, a military grade survival knife and a set of silver dipped set of spiked knuckles.
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Rae’s usual get-up involves a base point; black leggings, army style black boots and a black camisole top. Onto this she builds her unique fashion sense. Often she will wear interesting coloured leg and wrist warmers, pretty accessories and interesting hair clips and patterned jumpers and tops. She likes to dress up, she likes to play with her style and twist and change it daily, and unfortunately she doesn’t always have the luxury. Usually, when she’s travelling, Rae wears black; stereotypical we know, but it allows her to pass by unnoticed. She does, however, favour a long, blood red, leather coat. It’s old, battered but incredibly warm.
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Though she doesn’t actually ‘own’ anything, she can pick most locks and is known for stealing motorbikes or cars with ease.
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The Important Contents of Rae’s Backpack:
1) Her laptop & IPod
2) Cigarettes, box of matches and a silver panelled lighter
3) Rope, a needle and thread
4) Her Journal & Wallet
5) Chalk, Two Black Candles & Set of Tarot Cards
6) Lock pick kit and flashlight and first aid kit
7) Her sketchbook & ‘The case file’
8) Necessities, such as a change of clothes, winter hat, and a blanket.
Rae also wears a locket. It is something she never takes off. Egg-shaped it is made with Celtic gold and shines rose pink in the right lights. On the front, engraved into the polish are the initials RSB; inside are two pictures. The first of her mother and father, together, and the second of a small boy; he is brunette and about eight years old. Her brother; Caleb.
1) Her laptop & IPod
2) Cigarettes, box of matches and a silver panelled lighter
3) Rope, a needle and thread
4) Her Journal & Wallet
5) Chalk, Two Black Candles & Set of Tarot Cards
6) Lock pick kit and flashlight and first aid kit
7) Her sketchbook & ‘The case file’
8) Necessities, such as a change of clothes, winter hat, and a blanket.
Rae also wears a locket. It is something she never takes off. Egg-shaped it is made with Celtic gold and shines rose pink in the right lights. On the front, engraved into the polish are the initials RSB; inside are two pictures. The first of her mother and father, together, and the second of a small boy; he is brunette and about eight years old. Her brother; Caleb.
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NEUTRAL
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NEUTRAL
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Playing Dress Up
,Chess
,Painting & Sketching
,People Observing
,Fast Food
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Winter
,Spicy Food
,Being Alone
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Trypanophobia [needle phobia]
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Magic
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Rae use to have it all. She lived in a big house, with her parents and her little brother. Her father worked for the government, her mother was a doctor and with ten years between her brother and herself, Rae was something of a second mother to Caleb. She went to private school, spent thousands of pounds a year on cloths and make-up and jewellery and even had her own tiara. Her life was in the fast lane, and she lived with no care for the world and no regrets. Life, for Rae was easy and paid for.
When she was fifteen things changed.
She had never really know what her father did, only that he worked for the government and that he got paid a lot to do his job. Daddy drove an Aston Martin after all, and wore suits as part of his ‘dress down’ attire. One night, while he was out of the city on business their house came under attack. Rae had been home with Caleb, just the two of them. She had finished putting him to bed when the alarms from the garden gate sounded. The monitor, in the hall, showed three large men making their way fearlessly into the garden. Rae did not know it at the time, but those men were daemons; and not of the good sort. They broke into her house, and while Rae hid in the bedroom, cradling her brother, they ransacked the house looking for something that they could not find. She listened, eyes screwed up tightly, trembling under their parents bed.
Fortunately for her, the men left.
Two days later they received news that Father had been killed. The men who came to the house ‘from the agency’ would not say how, but Rae knew it was something to do with the men who had broken in.
The family, under her Uncle Taron’s supervision moved away from their home and went to live with him. Taron, her father’s step-brother, was an unkind man. He took a liking for Rae, in a way that no Uncle should and while he bought her nice things, all the pretty things she liked to wear, he expected payment for her treats. Her mother knew, Rae knew she did, but nothing was ever said, nothing was ever done to stop what was happening to her. Was her mother so afraid?
She escaped this horror just sixth months ago, though the escape was at a cost. The family were attacked by daemons once more. Until this point Rae had not known what they were, but this time when the men broke in her Mother and Uncle was home. Taron, like Rae’s father was a Hunter. He put up a fight against the daemons, and for the first time in her life Rae witnessed magic. It was beautiful. Enchanting…deadly. In the fight, her mother was caught in the cross fire first. Rae watched her fall to the ground, watched her skin burnt from her bones by these horrible creatures. Caleb, her brother, joy of her life since they had moved into her Uncle’s home, was next. He was literally torn apart, limbs stretched and snapped as he screamed weakly.
Taron, for all his perverse intentions, saved Rae’s life; he instructed her to run. Put a binder; later to be known as ‘The Casefile’ into her hand and shoved her out into the street. From the flickering darkness of the street she watched for a few moments as the house caught fire, watched as the smoke cut out the starry sky. Then, she turned her back and ran.
Rae has been running ever since. Collecting things as she goes. She works odd jobs here and there, from café girl, to shop assistant. Always she looks over her shoulder. She changed her hair, changed her clothes from preppy posh girl into hippy alternative. It kept her hidden, people looked at her, but not to take notice of her, now she hid in bright day light. And each night, whether she slept on the street or under the desk of her current occupation, she read a little more from the binder. It tells her truths that are hard to digest; that her father was a supernatural hunter, that things from her nightmares exist and that somehow, her family was part of it all. The file teaches her, and she is a willing student.
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At the moment Rae feeds a stray dog. He is brown and black speckled mutt, about the size of a border collie. He has a white cross of fur on his chest and white socks of fur on his paws, Eli, as she calls him is somewhat loyal, as long as she feeds him titbits from her dinner.
Rae is 'cursed' with an Eidetic Memory. This is something she was born with. An Eidetic Memory is often referred to as a Photographic Memory and is a psychological term that allows Rae to recall images, sounds or information with extraordinary detail.