Rayne Braxton
Oct 14, 2010 0:49:07 GMT -5
Post by Rayne Braxton on Oct 14, 2010 0:49:07 GMT -5
[/i][/size][/right]The Basics
Name: Rayne, Ann, Braxton
Nicknames:Prefers to be called Ray
Age:17
Orientation: Heterosexual
Desired Rank/Job: Student
Powers:Time Control
Ray has the power of controlling time. She kind of feels like a human remote control. She can pause, forward, and rewind! And when she is finished she can "play" the scene. To most people she comes off a bit annoying at moments when she uses her talent, but hey, just because you can't win the game doesn't mean you have to be a sore loser about it. The side affects kind of suck at times. For example there was one time Ray thought it was a Saturday and slept all day long until one of the staff members came and told her it was a Monday. Whoops. Plus, the nausea part isn't too much of a blast either.
Play By:Sky Ferreira
The Details
Hair Color:Dirty Blonde
Eye Color:Hazel
Any Piercings?Two ear piercings.
Any Tattoos?A tribal moon crescent on the back of her neck, like the one here.
Any Scars?Some scratches and scabs that have become scars on her arms legs and torso from all of her hikes and such. A few medium sized scars on her biceps from the glasses cutting into her skin on that fate-changing day, and they are finally healing up.
General Appearance: "My appearance on a daily basis? Well..I'm into wearing what you feel like, or usually, wearing whatever is clean. My hair is the problem most mornings. It's what I will spend my time working on. Getting all of those damn knots out! Hm, body wise? Well I'm no Victoria's Secret model or anything, but I think I am okay."
Rayne is not one for fashion or being up to date on the latest trends, she just wears what she likes. She is more of a T-shirt and jeans kind of a girl, with the occasional extra large sweatshirt for when it's cold. Flannels, graphic T-shirts, skinny jeans, leggings, if it's form fitting but comfy she's got it. She usually shops at the near by thrift store ReWear ReCycle when she can, she thinks that older clothes have more of a story to them then modern fashion. Converse are her best friends, comfortable and cute. Rayne also has a thing for boots. Ugg boots in particular. Ray is definitely one for casual, but she can dress up (or in most girl's cases nowadays, dress down) for a formal occasion. Such as a dance, a date, etc etc.
With her bambi-like hazel eyes and smallish facial features, she comes off as pretty cute. She has a small slightly-curved nose and medium sized pale pink lips, which make her eyes look even larger. One thing most people notice about her is her long wavy hair. It's a shade of dirty blonde, and goes down to her lower back. Her hair usually goes looking untamed, despite all of her efforts to brush it. She likes to wear jewelry, such as the locket her parents had given her, her two piercings in each ear which always had to match, and tons of bangle bracelets.
Personality:
"Hm, four words I can think of that describe me in a nutshell. Sarcastic, rebellious, helpful, and a free-thinker. Yup, that about sums it up."
Ever heard that song by Green Day? Goes like "She's rebel, she's a saint, she's a soldier of the earth and she's dangerous." Well that describes part of Ray's personality. She is not too good with any authority figures, rules, or confinement. Which is why she is not the top student at Hammel Institute. She can be a 'saint' when she wants to be. For example, when a friend or fellow student is crying and looks truly sad, that's when Rayne turns on the kindness she has deep rooted inside of her, and listens to what they have to say. She has a sarcastic sense of humor at moments, making sure that her opinion is heard. She firmly believes in the qoute "I am as nice as they let me, as mean as they make me". If you treat her with respect and are nice to her, she will turn on the charm. Otherwise, youre in for it.
Procrastinate: because if the world ends tomorrow, you didn't need to do it. That is what Rayne goes by when it comes to school work. She will do her part in a group, because she wouldn't want to let the other people in her group down. She used to care about her education, but now with everything that has happened, that care went straight down the toilet. Now she just lives freely, lives as if the next day she won't be here. Besides, in her mind, she has all of the time in the world. So why not have fun?
Being loyal and staying true blue to her friends, family, and to herself is something Ray has always believed in. If she were to pick an astral animal, it would be a wolf. Wolves run in packs, and pack is pack. You protect them. That is why she does. If a friend is in trouble, she will help them. If her aunt needs help with the bills, she will do some small jobs around the town to scrap up some money. That is just how she is. She has a deep rooted fear of losing someone close to her, which is what makes her so protective of her friends at school. After losing her parents, Rayne had went off the edge and came back, coming to a realization. She could barely handle losing her parents, still has nightmares of it to this day. She will not let anyone else she loves to get hurt ever again. Rayne has also promised herself that she will be just Ray, and no one else. No clique can make her succumb to their ways, no peer-pressure will make her change her ideas. She thinks for herself, she isn't a Barbie doll. She won't fit into the mold her peers make of her, she will break through it, and become something more.
She is a very down to earth person. From having to travel so much in her aunt's RV, she got to see many different cultures, customs, how people other then her lived. That made her realize she wasn't the only one in pain, that others have had it way worse then her. Which brings us to her hero complex, her need to help others. She may not like to express her own emotions to people, but she is a pretty good listener. If she is nervous she rambles, bringing up plots or stories from books or a new song she found that she loves. But she usually is only nervous around guys, and that is for a very short amount of time. Once she gets to know someone, she starts to open up more. She will make more jokes or tell you some stories of her life on the road, but she will never bring up anything before that. You would have to get real close to her for Ray to ever tell you about what happened two years ago.
Your Vices
Likes:
• Ice-blended coffee
• Live music
• A good book
• A place all her own
• Hanging out with friends
• Writing poetry or song lyrics
• Singing for the public, and in the confines of her own shower.
• Her abilities
• Exploring, going where she has never been.
• Living as if she'll die tomorrow.
Dislikes:
• Confinement
• Rules
• Being told what to do.
• Ignorance
• Books made into movies
• Backstabbers
• Spiders
• Homework
• Schoolwork
• Due dates
Strengths:
• Reading
• Writing
• Singing
• Loyal to her friends
• Will protect anyone in need.
• Willing to talk someone through something, help them with comforting words.
• Listening
• Understanding
• Knows self defense.
• Can stand up for herself, she won't back down or whimper to anyone.
Weaknesses:
• Stubborn
• Has a slight hero complex, won't turn away from anyone who is in danger, even if that means endangering herself in the process.
• Believes she can take anyone on, even if its more then one.
• Controlling her abilities. They are usually controlled by her emotions, which causes some problems.
• Ability to focus on her school work.
• Procrastinating...a lot.
• Reeses puffs cereal. Totally addicting.
• Falling hard for the guy she's into at the time.
• Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Gotta love that vampire slaying girl!
• Quits any long project early on, unless someone keeps her going.
Fears:
• Of losing more people that she loves
• Of being rejected, which is why she never says her true feelings about anyone she is crushing on.
• Being helpless
• Not being able to help someone who desperately needs it.
• Of losing control of herself and her emotions, wondering what would happen with her abilities if she did
• Being used.
• Of ending up alone in the end.
• Being betrayed.
• Fear of flying, not being on solid ground.
• Fear of losing it all
Secret:
Rayne still blames herself for her parents death, if she had just listened for once-No, not going to get into that.
Family Ties
Father:Nathaniel Braxton(deceased)
Mother:Annalise Braxton(deceased)
Siblings:None
Any Other Important People:Johanna Edwards, Annalise's older sister, Ray's aunt.
History
On a cold and foggy evening in the small town called Ashwick Valley, a small baby was born to the parents Nathaniel and Annalise Braxton on March 3, 1992. She was healthy and happy, which is a blessing all new parents need and strive for. They gave their child the full name Rayne Braxton knowing one day she would make something of herself. Through Rayne's young years, her parents spoiled her rotten. They gave in to those large eyes staring at them pleadingly, no one could handle the "Rayne stare". Her parents argued it should be patented. While her mother would try to put her into pink frilly outfits and play with barbies, her father showed her art museums, modern galleries, and played the Beatles for her. Rayne fell in love with art of all kinds, knowing that was what she wanted to spend her time doing. From the time she was very small, she would write down anything she saw, because her father had told her "Write what you see, describe it in your own words, make the reader feel as if they are there with you." So Ray did. She would go through dozens of notebooks per week, resorting to writing on computer paper if she had to. Her father and mother put her in creative writing classes for summer school, took her to poetry readings, and of course took her to one of her favorite places: the library. Call her Matilda, but she would read and read until she was tired. Her mother told her to read whatever she wished, but her father made her read the classics.
Life was good and happy for a while, until she reached the age of 15, when freshmen year at high school became her new life. Ray's new life consisted of ditching classes she didn't like, making her opinions known in an active way, coming into herself. Her parents were not too happy with this. She would always argue with them, trying to explain her end of the story. But her parents wouldn't hear of it. What had happened to the open and trusting parents she had always known? This hurt Ray, her mother and father had become strangers. So she kept acting out, talking down the school policies and purposely breaking them. Getting into another girl's face if she threatened her. She would show them just how awful one girl could be. If she had known that every deed in life has a consequence, she may of slowed down. But it takes living life's cruelty to understand it.
Rayne had been called to go to Saturday detention again, so her parents decided to drive her on their way to a business meeting. They were having the same conversation they always had. "What happened to our baby?", her mother would say while shaking her head. "Why can't you be our little Ray again?" her father's voice asked her, solemn, as if she was already too far gone to reach. As they asked her these questions again, Ray filled with rage, lashing out. "Why can't you get me?!" she screamed, "Just see my side just this once!". But they never got to answer that question, because the truck crashing into the front of the car never gave them a chance to. There was no chance to think, as she saw her parents bodies be mangled and glass coming to her face she covered herself with her arms and screamed. As the attack took its course towards her, she remembered her life, not the big events, but the little things. Like the way the morning dew felt sticky on her feet when she would run or play on her old tire swing. How the sunshine would beam down on her never-ending summers when she would be hanging out with her friends, how sun-kissed it made her look. The looks of approval on her parents' faces when she decided to do a stand up poem at the weekly poetry reading. Love. Happiness. Smiling. Then absolutely nothing. She felt herself become heavy, sinking away from herself, a cool numbing feeling spreading over her. She believed that this was the end, that she would keep sinking in this nothingness until she reached the bottom. Until a light came into view, and voices, telling her to hold on. Telling her to fight. So, never backing down on a challenge, Rayne fought with everything she had left. She pushed against the drowning current, forcing herself through the renewed pain, back into the world.
The doctors, astonished, worked to keep Ray stable, and to contact her family. After they worked on her injuries, they gave Ray a sedative, telling her she can finally rest. So she did.
The next thing she knew she was in a bed, bandaged, with her Aunt Johanna right beside her. Everything came back as her eyes fluttered open, she started to scream for her parents. Why couldn't this have been a dream? She kept asking Fate, in and outside of her head. Her Aunt Johanna just wept, clinging onto her telling her everything was going to be alright. Ray knew better. The doctors couldn't believe how 'lucky' Ray was. She had made it out with a few broken ribs, a broken arm and leg, large cuts on her arms, and tons of bruises. They called it a miracle, Ray called it a cruel twist of fate.The next few months went by in a blur, how she moved into her Aunt's small but cozy apartment, how suddenly she had a newly decorated room, big screen tv and all. The TV came into use quite often, because her Aunt would often find her staring blankly at the noiseless nonsense coming across the screen, of inside herself, wandering. Rayne couldn't find it in herself to write, to sing, to do anything she used to enjoy anymore. Just school, home, eat, sleep, repeat. Eight months of this went by before Ray's Aunt Johanna couldn't take it anymore. 'Pack your bags honey,' she told Rayne, 'We're going on a road trip.'
Her Aunt left her apartment and job all behind for an RV and a website she created claiming she would do freelance photography in the town she was in at the moment. So off they went, Rayne signed up for homeschooling and her Aunt determined to make things better, even if it was only slight. Aunt Johanna took them all over to place, from small towns to big cities, and for the first two months all Ray would do was hide in her trailer, inside her shell. Ten months of depression, and her Aunt set her down and tried to talk some sense into her. She held up a mirror, 'Do you see yourself? Do you see what a ghost of your formal self you have become?'. Rayne noticed how gaunt her face had gotten, how bloodshot her eyes were from hardly sleeping most nights. Her Aunt put down the mirror and cupped her face in her hands. 'No matter how much you believe this is your fault, it isn't. There was absolutely nothing you could have done, no matter what you think. When you were younger, even during your trouble days, you had spark Ray. I know that is somewhere deep inside of you still, you just need to let it out.' When Ray tried to protest her Aunt went on, 'I know you're hurting, oh God do I know. I'm living it everyday. But did that make me give up on everything I love? Everything I still have, like you? No. It made me realize just how important they are. I will keep taking photographs, and put all of my pain and misery at the loss of my sister and your father into them. You should do the same with your writing. Don't build the pain up Rayne, let it out in your own way.'
These words affected Rayne in no way shrinks or anyone else had been able to. Bit by bit, pieces of the old Rayne came back while they traveled from town to town. Rayne regained her heart of gold, it had become open again, just slightly, as she tried to help people. She started to come back into herself, and see the world brighter then she had. She promised herself if she saw anyone going through the kind of pain that she was going through she would help them. She would hurt everyday, probably for the rest of her life, but that doesn't mean she had to stop living. That was when, at sixteen almost turning seventeen, her powers came into play.
That was when the Recruiters came. They were in New York City, enjoying the city when a little girl had run out into the street, trying to grab the pink ball she had been playing with. Taxis in this city were large, and wouldn't stop for no one. Especially for an unannounced jaywalker. Before she realized what she was doing, she bounded for the girl, thinking fiercely that she must protect her. She must save her. Which is what she did, right as she reached her, the world came to a halt. Without even noticing what happened at first she grabbed the pink ball and the child, ran back over to the sidewalk as the world stayed frozen. After she was sure the child was safe, Rayne saw what she had done. Yes, she knew deep within herself that it was she alone that had done it. New York looked even more amazing untouched, on pause. The lights glimmered and shined without going into your eyes. The ads were frozen on the screen, some mid changing to another. It was spectacular. Then, just like that, the spell that had come over the city by Ray's hand disappeared, bringing her back to the present. With her being that obvious, the Recruiters came to her and her Aunt, explaining Ray's aparently 'dangerous' situation.
"They claimed I needed protection, I needed to be away from normal people, and put into a place where there were others like me. I hadn't even thought of there being others like me. They were able to convince my Aunt after showing her the property and letting her meet the principal. Now, I am currently spending my senior year at Hammel Institute, learning more about myself then I ever imagined was there."
Roleplay Example
This can’t be real. Jessica stood there dumbfounded, as she finally was able to unlock the real story behind her diary entries. She had tried every see me now spell or undo a glamour spell that she could find, and none of it would work on her great great grandmother’s diary. So she finally tried to use their main element, fire. She put the book down in the middle of the floor, and started to cast her circle. She called the four corners and sprinkled salt around the circle. She then took the candle she had for fire, and stared deeply into it. She let herself go into a meditative state, focusing on the candle, and what answers she wanted by using its abilities. Suddenly the candle shot up, and the book began to rattle, Jessica held in her surprise and awe and kept focusing on the candle. Inside the candle she started to see words, the words her grandmother had kept hidden from any ordinary reader who touched this book. The words started to go inside her mind, replaying themselves over and over again.
Be wary, young witch.
Youre powers may be true.
But there are others.
Others who are much stronger then you or I combined.
Some are cold as ice, bare fangs, and have a thirst for blood.
Others may look fully human, but have an animal locked up in their souls.
Be careful of whom you trust your life with, your blood history.
Because once they find out what you really are.
You are as good as dead.
Then the front door opened down stairs, and Jessica’s concentration was broken. The candle went out and the book stopped rattling. Jessica tried to memorize the words while she quickly cleaned up and hid the book. Fanged people? Humans with animals locked up in their souls? She thought this sounded like something out of a movie. She started to ponder the descriptions. Somewhere in the back of her mind she knew what it was, but she pushed the thoughts back. She pushed it all away, and went to do some homework to try to get her mind off of everything. Then she went down and ate dinner with her mother and father like any normal day.
When she finally heard her parents close their bedroom door to go to bed, she turned on her computer and googled two different words: “Vampires” and “Werewolves”. She read all different kinds of articles. One she found in her Werewolves google search was a story in 1765, there was a year long massacre of young women and children, limbs torn apart and throats ripped out. Witnesses said it looked like a large wolf. Then one day a year after these murders had taken its toll on this town, a farmer went into the woods with six silver bullets blessed by a priest and shot down the beast. Shot it dead. The townspeople said that they could never really tell what the animal was. And with vampires, it was insane. How they sent endorphins into the human’s body as they took blood, to make it fun for the giver as well. Some sights said they could be killed only by a stake through the heart, their head cut off, or by contact with direct sunlight. Then it went off to different kinds of vampires, like psychic vampires, etc etc. Jessica sat there looking for hours, until her eyes felt heavy. She pulled back from her chair and went to lay on her bed. Was her great great grandma just messed up in the head? Or was there truth to her tales? If I could control fire…then what else is out there? As Jessica laid her head back, her mind still buzzing over this new discovery, she knew that she was going to find out.
What About You?
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Name: Sarah
Age: Late teens.
Experience: I'm pretty new, I just started RPing on this other site called Hear Me a few weeks ago. But I am a fast learner!
How Did You Find Us? A friend who RPs on the Hear Me site found you guys and showed it to me. I thought it looked pretty cool, so here we are.
Ready To Play?Heck yes!
