Post by Rayhne on Aug 11, 2011 15:43:17 GMT -5
Character Application
Name: Rayhne Elizabeth Burdett
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Race/Species: Human
Sexual Preference: Male
Appearance: Rayhne has dark raven hair cascading down to the middle of her back. She has a long, curvaceous, athletic body. Her skin is white with a dark hint to it. Her eyes are a dark brown. Her normal attire is often a green hooded jacket covering a white laced shirt. Jeans complete the look along with black boots.
Alliance: Rayhne allies herself with who she deems fit regardless of the consequences.
Weapons: A dagger is hoisted on her left boot. A katana rests at her hip.
Fighting Style: Rayhne favors her katana when necessary. A dagger for emergencies. Basic taijustsu when not using a weapon. She is somewhat level headed, normally allowing her opponent to make the first move, or in her eyes: the first mistake, unless pushed over the edge.
Strengths and Positive Traits: Rayhne does not like to simply give up, therefore, she is a bit proud and tries not to show any weakness or pain. Rayhne is very skillful in her fighting abilities but her pride could also be her downfall. Stealth is her greatest affinity. If she doesn't want to be seen or heard then you won't see or hear her.
Weaknesses and Negative Traits: Her stubborness could very well end up being Rayhne's downfall. If any family is mentioned she does not tolerate it and will either snap or fight depending on the environment. Defense is somewhat lacking, but she can hold her own for some time.
Personality: Rayhne will come across as the cold, silent type. She speaks when necessary. She has little time for nuisances, so she can get annoyed rather quickly. If manipulating people is what she has to do in order to reach her goal then that's what she'll do.
History: Rayhne's parents and sibling were murdered when she was seven years old. The perpretrator clumsily left behind a dagger with a lion eating snake emblemed on the handle. Since then, she's carried the weapon with her, traveling alone from place to place, collecting valuable information on the dagger and to who it may belong to, vowing to avenge her family. Now she has to come a small once forgotten city, Shinshiro, and hopes to find even more information. This cold, uneasiness she feels tells her she may not like the outcome.
Sample: This is from a story I am writing.
Heat. That's what she remembered the most.
Hate. Hers. At everything.
Fire became from heat and smoke and light. And changed everything in one instant. The light flickered over her face, dancing with glitter in her eyes. She was fascinated to say the least. She watched as it claimed everything in its path without mercy. No compassion.
Satisfaction. Hers.
She took a sip of her Vodka and savored it's sharp coolness in her throat and smirked as she watched the flames swallow in what used to be an underground facility that belonged to the Order. Oh she could relish what the expression his face would be if he could see this. All in all, it would be less to worry about. After being betrayed by him, she felt no pity whatsoever. She stood there, leaned up against a street light pole, with a bottle of Vodka in one hand, the other laid to rest onto the hilt of her katana which rested at her side, and for once...felt right. The flames that took her younger sister all those years ago would be the very flames that would take the lives of the ones who took what was left of her family and her life. She wouldn't rest until then.
She took another sip of the alcoholic liquid as if to seal the vow.
