Post by Rachel Wood on Jul 25, 2008 16:13:48 GMT -5
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Name-Rachel Elizabeth Wood
Age- 17
Grade- Junior
Face Claim- Leighton Meester
Likes-
Writing
Helping Others
Reading
Music
Martial Arts
Her Ability
Dislikes-
Sharks
Spiders
Jerks
Singing
Macaroini & Cheese
Appearance-
Rachel’s hair is long, dark, and slightly wavy, coming from her mother’s side of the family. She usually wears it down, but will put it up in a ponytail or do something fancy to it once and while when she has the time. Her eyes, however, are clearly the dark brown that are her father’s. Her skin is extremely pale, mostly from not getting in the sun much anymore. She is somewhat petite and somewhat tall, landing somewhere in the valuable middle. She is extremely lean, naturally thin for her entire life, even when she was just a little child. She usually dresses in jeans only, hating to get dressed up no matter what the occasion happened to be. She usually just wears a smile top with one color on it, and sneakers, preferring to be comfy over beautiful most of the time. However, there is always a small necklace around her neck, a white stone on a silver chain. On her foot are usually sneakers, an old pair that she’s hand for years.
Personality-
There’s one word that can describe Rachel Wood - sarcasm. Rachel practically lives on sarcasm - when her brothers were alive, they used to call her ‘Miss Sarcasm’. She enjoyed the name, but refused to even here the word after they both died. She’s extremely bold and brave and will do anything to help a friend of a member of her family. She’s intelligent, though people say she needs to think things through more than she usually does. She can, however, be quite thoughtful and quiet at times. She can, however, get extremely angry extremely quickly, especially when people try and keep her in the dark about things. She’s extremely mature for her age, often doing things that only adults would do to try and help a friend. She doesn’t care what other people think of her, but she does care when other people trash about her. She’s extremely confident, but that confidence in easily shattered in a couple simple actions. She does, however, care deeply for others, and loves love. She would be extremely grateful to anyone if she could somehow find love in the world, despite who she is. She’s extremely competitive, and doesn’t take losing that graciously. But no matter what, she’s one person - Rachel Elizabeth Wood.
History-
Rachel was born a couple of years after the horrible Red Virus crisis. Her father had died when her mother had still be pregnant of her from the virus, and she has been afraid of it ever since she had found out how her father died. She and her mother, along with her brothers, survived, but just barely in the new world that had seem to come out of the virus.
She spent her early life with her brothers raising her while their mother worked to support them. She quickly became sarcastic and brave, often doing things that her brothers found ‘stupid’ and ‘dumb’. However, she did them anyway, not caring what her brothers said about her or if they told their mother or not. From a young age, it was clear that she was a rebellious kid who could take care of herself.
However, her life changed at age twelve forever, when her brothers were both killed in an accident. Rachel didn’t talk for over two years afterwards, not sure on how to deal with the grief. However, about a year and a half after her brother’s death, Rachel’s mother committed suicide, and Rachel found her mother’s body. The emotions too much for her to control, Rachel somehow found out that her life had changed, once again.
She had somehow gotten special abilities.
She was only twelve, yet she had no clue how to take of herself. Placed in a foster home right after her mother’s death, she was shifted from home to home, still trying to figure out her abilities. She soon found out both. Once, when she was angry at the age of fourteen, her desk flew across the room and through the wall. A foster home later, Rachel realized she had the power of telekinesis.
Two months later, she was hit by a car, just like both her brothers were during their deaths. She wasn’t hurt, however, and was recovered only a couple of hours later. She knew she had another ability - fast healing. Confused what this all meant, Rachel tried to ignore her powers from the age fourteen onwards, and still does today. She’s confused about who she is, but still managed to be sarcastic, no matter what.
RP Sample
- Taken from Charmed, thread Step by Step.
Pam sighed as she sat in her dorm room, a book in her lap. She sat on her comfy bed, cross-legged, leaning against the wall. She had nothing to do at the moment, so she was reading her favorite book of all time - Small Steps by Louis Sacher. She loved Holes, too, but loved the sequel a bit more for some odd reason. She looked up sharply as she heard something call in her head. She remembered Chris telling her about what it felt like when a charge called him - this sounded like this.
The young Cupid-Witch frowned. She didn't have any charges. She might have the Cupid form of empathy along with the Wiccan form and she might have been able to teleport like her father, but she embraced her Wicca blood somewhat more than her Cupid blood. She was a fighter, not a lover. She stood up, putting the book down, making sure she had the page in her head.
She looked around, making sure no one was looking in the window and the door was locked before hearting out in a pink glare, landing in - of all the places - the Underworld. She blinked as she turned around, frowning as she saw her cousin's best friend, Derrick.
"Derrick?" she asked, frowning, "What are you doing here? Why are you in the Underworld? What did you do?!"
She flipped around as she heard a noise, squealing in surprise as a demon charged her. She hearted away, landing next to Derrick. Pam was never one to leave a fight, so she did what she usually did - she fought.
She put her hand to her lips, and then blew, sending out a stream of icy breath. She couldn't help but love her cryokinesis power. It always helped her in situations like this. She loved empathy and premonition too, but cryokinesis was completely kick-ass. She looked at Derrick.
"Once again I ask," she said, glancing back at the demons, "What in hell's name did you do this time?!"
Name-Rachel Elizabeth Wood
Age- 17
Grade- Junior
Face Claim- Leighton Meester
Likes-
Writing
Helping Others
Reading
Music
Martial Arts
Her Ability
Dislikes-
Sharks
Spiders
Jerks
Singing
Macaroini & Cheese
Appearance-
Rachel’s hair is long, dark, and slightly wavy, coming from her mother’s side of the family. She usually wears it down, but will put it up in a ponytail or do something fancy to it once and while when she has the time. Her eyes, however, are clearly the dark brown that are her father’s. Her skin is extremely pale, mostly from not getting in the sun much anymore. She is somewhat petite and somewhat tall, landing somewhere in the valuable middle. She is extremely lean, naturally thin for her entire life, even when she was just a little child. She usually dresses in jeans only, hating to get dressed up no matter what the occasion happened to be. She usually just wears a smile top with one color on it, and sneakers, preferring to be comfy over beautiful most of the time. However, there is always a small necklace around her neck, a white stone on a silver chain. On her foot are usually sneakers, an old pair that she’s hand for years.
Personality-
There’s one word that can describe Rachel Wood - sarcasm. Rachel practically lives on sarcasm - when her brothers were alive, they used to call her ‘Miss Sarcasm’. She enjoyed the name, but refused to even here the word after they both died. She’s extremely bold and brave and will do anything to help a friend of a member of her family. She’s intelligent, though people say she needs to think things through more than she usually does. She can, however, be quite thoughtful and quiet at times. She can, however, get extremely angry extremely quickly, especially when people try and keep her in the dark about things. She’s extremely mature for her age, often doing things that only adults would do to try and help a friend. She doesn’t care what other people think of her, but she does care when other people trash about her. She’s extremely confident, but that confidence in easily shattered in a couple simple actions. She does, however, care deeply for others, and loves love. She would be extremely grateful to anyone if she could somehow find love in the world, despite who she is. She’s extremely competitive, and doesn’t take losing that graciously. But no matter what, she’s one person - Rachel Elizabeth Wood.
History-
Rachel was born a couple of years after the horrible Red Virus crisis. Her father had died when her mother had still be pregnant of her from the virus, and she has been afraid of it ever since she had found out how her father died. She and her mother, along with her brothers, survived, but just barely in the new world that had seem to come out of the virus.
She spent her early life with her brothers raising her while their mother worked to support them. She quickly became sarcastic and brave, often doing things that her brothers found ‘stupid’ and ‘dumb’. However, she did them anyway, not caring what her brothers said about her or if they told their mother or not. From a young age, it was clear that she was a rebellious kid who could take care of herself.
However, her life changed at age twelve forever, when her brothers were both killed in an accident. Rachel didn’t talk for over two years afterwards, not sure on how to deal with the grief. However, about a year and a half after her brother’s death, Rachel’s mother committed suicide, and Rachel found her mother’s body. The emotions too much for her to control, Rachel somehow found out that her life had changed, once again.
She had somehow gotten special abilities.
She was only twelve, yet she had no clue how to take of herself. Placed in a foster home right after her mother’s death, she was shifted from home to home, still trying to figure out her abilities. She soon found out both. Once, when she was angry at the age of fourteen, her desk flew across the room and through the wall. A foster home later, Rachel realized she had the power of telekinesis.
Two months later, she was hit by a car, just like both her brothers were during their deaths. She wasn’t hurt, however, and was recovered only a couple of hours later. She knew she had another ability - fast healing. Confused what this all meant, Rachel tried to ignore her powers from the age fourteen onwards, and still does today. She’s confused about who she is, but still managed to be sarcastic, no matter what.
RP Sample
- Taken from Charmed, thread Step by Step.
Pam sighed as she sat in her dorm room, a book in her lap. She sat on her comfy bed, cross-legged, leaning against the wall. She had nothing to do at the moment, so she was reading her favorite book of all time - Small Steps by Louis Sacher. She loved Holes, too, but loved the sequel a bit more for some odd reason. She looked up sharply as she heard something call in her head. She remembered Chris telling her about what it felt like when a charge called him - this sounded like this.
The young Cupid-Witch frowned. She didn't have any charges. She might have the Cupid form of empathy along with the Wiccan form and she might have been able to teleport like her father, but she embraced her Wicca blood somewhat more than her Cupid blood. She was a fighter, not a lover. She stood up, putting the book down, making sure she had the page in her head.
She looked around, making sure no one was looking in the window and the door was locked before hearting out in a pink glare, landing in - of all the places - the Underworld. She blinked as she turned around, frowning as she saw her cousin's best friend, Derrick.
"Derrick?" she asked, frowning, "What are you doing here? Why are you in the Underworld? What did you do?!"
She flipped around as she heard a noise, squealing in surprise as a demon charged her. She hearted away, landing next to Derrick. Pam was never one to leave a fight, so she did what she usually did - she fought.
She put her hand to her lips, and then blew, sending out a stream of icy breath. She couldn't help but love her cryokinesis power. It always helped her in situations like this. She loved empathy and premonition too, but cryokinesis was completely kick-ass. She looked at Derrick.
"Once again I ask," she said, glancing back at the demons, "What in hell's name did you do this time?!"