Post by shakes on Oct 19, 2011 17:35:41 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://lh4.ggpht.com/-LWSqSNpIToc/TYZTxT60WjI/AAAAAAAAAUg/kX0kRj5ZB6k/BlackWood.jpg); width: 437px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30;] RACHEL MAY MICHAELS  GENERAL INFORMATION FULL NAME Rachel May Michaels NICKNAMES "If you give me a nickname I'll hit you with my books." GENDER Female SEXUALITY She isn't sure yet. AGE & DATE OF BIRTH 15 years, August Fifth GRADE Freshman CLIQUE Loner, by all means. OCCUPATION N/A FACE CLAIM Jojo Levesque PERSONALITY KIND if you can get her to speak English, you may have found that the young brunette isn't so bad. She can act a bit cruel when she wants you out of her way, but she isn't a dangerous or heartless person by any means. She has a soft spot for the new kids, and though she has a cover-up of just wanting to get into a squabble, she'll often intercept a newby's beating and get them out of it, whether it be male or female. She never attracted too much attention when she was new, people generally avoided her, but she had her fair share of bullying as well, and she knows how it feels. SMART she's a very brilliant young girl, it's very hard to deny. Although she's secluded and doesn't share her knowledge much, she knows alot for her age, perhaps more than she should. She had very good grades, although keeping up with history escapes her grasp. She usually manages to do well enough to get by, but she just can't remember it. Perhaps because she has a tendency to forget the past for the sake of her sanity. UNSOCIABLE she'll stay out of your path if you stay out of hers. She doesn't really come in contact with the other students, and if she does the words that tend to fall from pale lips are hardly understandable- perhaps because they're in French. As she's learning it in class, the young girl will try to practice it by speaking to others who she knows won't understand. It both gets these people out of her way and helps her learn for her next class. Hey, it's a win-win if you ask her. It's not that she's scared of people or social situations, she just hates most other human beings. SUICIDAL? that's what everyone thinks, at least. Perhaps they aren't too far off though, one look at the girl's abused arms and wrists and you may think the same. She doesn't care to hide the scars however, actually she seems to try and ensure you see them, wearing short-sleeves and making no attempt what-so-ever to try and make others believe otherwise. She does always seem so down, trying to keep everyone at a distance.. but there's always more to something than meets the eye, isn't there? HISTORY MOTHER Alyssa Anna Michaels (James) FATHER Jakob Joseph Michaels BROTHERS N/A SISTERS twin;; Kelly Michaels PETS N/A OTHER Annie May James; her aunt THE STORY Growing up was a difficult task for the brunette, but most don't know about it. She never talks about her childhood much, she prefers to keep it behind thick walls and never let anyone in. To start, her mother was mentally the same age as her daughter. Rachel's father told her that the woman had been in an accident when she was six and her brain got damaged, she lost alot of what she knew and she had trouble learning from then on. Both her mom and dad had died, he said, and the young child felt a bit lucky because of that. Her mom hadn't had any parents, but at least she did. Not the best parents, but.. parents none the less, yes? To aid in raising them, Rachel's aunt came to live in the house with them, helping to care for her sister and her twin daughters. Kelly and Rachel were very close, not only in appearance. The eight-year-olds would always be playing together, and Rachel was the one to teach her sister most everything she knows. During most days, her father and aunt would just happen to leave together, and with her mother in a younger state of mind than her child, Rachel was left in charge. She had to grow up fast in order to do this, and she became a bit cold. While her mom and sister would sit and play dolls, Rachel grew a bit paranoid. She would sit ontop of the couch and stare out the window, watching the people who walked by and praying no one would come to the door. Then what would she do? She didn't know how to interact with others very well.. but the few times people did answer the door, it was on her to decide if she should answer. Her father and aunt never bothered to give her basic house rules when they left, and the young girl got the three of them into alot of trouble sometimes. She lived and learned though, and over time when the two's trips would get longer and longer, Rachel was learning how to do this "baby-sitting" business. Around the same time, when Rachel was only just nearing her ninth birthday, her father and aunt got into a fight. Her mom and sister cried in the corner while Rachel tried to comfort them, and because of the argument Rachel was taken by her father when he moved out. Funny, isn't it? When her dad and her mother's sister fought she got separated, instead of her father and her mother. Something was wrong there, perhaps.. but she was only a child, and wasn't old enough to understand what was going on. So she was forced away from Kelly and her mom, mainly because her aunt never had liked kids much, and "didn't want to take care of three of them," as she said. But Rachel was the only one who really suffered from this. Her father wasn't a good person by any means, and as time went on he would get drunk more often, pay hookers to stay the night and simply "advised" Rachel to stay in her room in the small apartment instead of demanding it, but she made the mistake of coming out once. Never again. Well that's when she became secluded, when she realized leaving her room wasn't a pleasant experience, and her father would hit her afterward for it. With his freedom to drink as much as he pleased now she realized how bad of a person the man really could be, and more and more she would get hit. But then it got worse when the strange women stopped coming over, and there was less food in the house. He had pretty much wasted all of his money on alcohol and women, but then again don't most males? So what was he to do, he wondered. He couldn't get any girls to come home with him for nothing.. ah, but wait, there was still one in the house. She's never spoken of it, and she has perhaps blocked it out, but Rachel's father raped her when she turned nine. She was sent to school like any other day though, expected to behave as well as ever. She didn't, in fact most of the day she was in the back of the class crying. She just didn't understand.. and when Rachel would come home and write in her diary about people asking what happened, her dad came up with an.. odd solution. Most people would just lock them up, but no, he encouraged her to go to school- after he cut up her wrists. People avoided her a bit more, as she was in pain and angry, snapping out at people. Rachel reacted badly to pain, she couldn't take it well, and he knew she would get aggressive with the ones who spoke to her and got close to her. As she got older she heard people whisper that she was suicidal, and after she found out what that meant she decided it was a good cover, for it made people avoid her. Her father would get angry and only add to the pink scars on her dark skin when he found out she was talking to someone, so if they avoided her as well all would be good. And so it's been this way for about six years. BEHIND THE MASK ALIAS Shakes AGE 15 EXPERIENCE Pretty good I think, a few years worth. FOUND US Top Of The World; Affiliate CODE WORD admin edit OTHER CHARACTERS N/A ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE The sun was shining down on her as she made her way to school, as if urging her to smile and be bright along with it. There was no reason to smile for her though, if anything the damn heat only bothered her more. A slender, slightly dark-skinned hand raised up to shield her dark eyes from the abusive rays as she walked, tilting her head down to watch her own feet. It was a habit of hers, to watch where she was stepping. Though to most looking ahead was the best way to avoid walking into something- well, actually it was. And she knew this, but it was just a habit, something she had done for as long as she could remember. So to even her, it was no surprise when she found herself walking right into a wall. The fifteen-year-old let out a surprised cry and jumped back, staring at the solid grey wall before her as he head pounded. Her hand fell from her face and she let a small sigh pass her pale-painted lips. What a way to start the morning. She wasn't even on school grounds yet! Or.. wait, was she? She tilted her head up a bit the young girl examined her place on the earth. Oh, so she was. Pleasant way to start the school day, huh? With an exasperated sigh directed mainly at herself, she rubbed her bruising forehead and moved to walk into the building. Most people generally kept out of her way and she walked along the side by the lockers, black-painted nails trailing along the metallic doors as she searched for the familiar labeled one she knew as her own. Quick to get here, quick to get her things, quick to get to class, quick to go home, and quick to go to sleep. That was her favorite part for sure, going to sleep. It was relaxing, peaceful.. she didn't need to think when she slept, and although she had nightmares it was better than the nightmare that she knew as her life. Much better.. as she got to her locket, the young woman fiddled with entering the correct code before she pulled it open, reaching in with well-groomed nails to take out the belongings she needed for her first class. She usually left all her books at school to avoid her father getting curious over what she was learning, if he was ever sober enough to notice at least. Most kids hated talking about their school life with their parents, but the brunette hated it with a burning passion. It was a torturous time to live with the man, why would she willingly talk to him about things? He didn't care about her grades, he probably only wanted to tease her for her history classes, for he did know of her slim failings of the class. It was just hard for her.. how hard was it to pass history though, really? Perhaps she could seem a bit slow at times, but truly she was not. She stuffed her things in her backpack, slung it over a shoulder and trudged on to her first class. Just another wasted day to add to her collection, nothing important was taught, at least nothing that would aid her quite yet. If her father could help it after all, he would probably keep his daughter with him for her entire life. Dear God.. the thought honestly made her shudder as she sat down at her desk, setting her backpack down on the floor beside her and layed her folded arms on her desk. She looked up at the teacher with her usual blank expression, quiet as ever as the usual lessons began. Here we go again.. |
