Post by Rachel Stryker on Feb 12, 2011 23:01:56 GMT -5
Name: Rachel Jane Stryker
Nicknames: Tuesday
Age: 17//25
Species: Half-Vampire
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Special Ability: Supernatural Awareness
Rachel tends to have a good awareness of when vampires and werewolves are near to her. Their presence makes her feel slightly uneasy, prompting her to often become agitated and want to escape; the older the creature, the stronger the effect they will have on her. The only exception to this is her father, as she is desensitized to him. Rachel has as of yet not discovered this ability, but will slowly be working towards identifying it moreso.
Hair Description: Naturally black, and hangs to the small of her back. Rachel's hair is quite thick, and usually rather messy. Due to her vampiric blood her hair tends to grow rather quickly.
Eye Description: Rachel has relatively deep-set eyes, coupled with a dark blue colour inherited through her father's genes. In a strong light they may appear brighter, though Rachel tends to avoid this out of a preference for the dark.
Overall Appearance:Rachel has a fairly regular, healthy body type, not thin but not overweight either, and she tends to dress in dark colours to compliment her pale skin. Due to the vampire half in her, she has flawless skin and almost unnatural beauty; her eyelids are naturally a pale violet colour and cheeks near-constantly flushed. Rachel stands at five feet and four inches exactly.
Face Claim: Amy Lee
Birthday: February 3rd, 1989
Family: Her father Michael is believed to be the only living family she has, but Rachel actually has a living cousin by the name of Kyri.
Other Important People: Rachel does not know her father's sire, Gloria. She allows very few people to know her, and even less can call her friend.
History:In a small cottage outside the southern Canadian city of Winnipeg, a half-vampire by the name of Rachel sifted through boxes from years passed. Recently she had turned twenty-one, and as such, felt a certain urge to return home to the house her father had left to her. She knew where she was - he would be north of here, exploring the cooler parts of Canada solo. When she'd turned eighteen, he'd contacted her and left the house to her - an old Victorian-era home that was completely unknown by the nearest council, if it could even be considered near. She'd been born here. Her mother had... Died. Here. Her scent still lingered, as did the stronger scent of her father. Rachel sighed, pulling an old, dusty photo album free from the hold of the box.
Her first day at school. Human school. She'd been fifteen, physically. Not the best entrance, either - on her first day, she'd beaten a boy black and blue because he told her she was pretty. Rachel grinned. She'd told the incident to make herself look, almost, like the victim, by 'exagerrating' the boy's role... At least she'd been able to keep her teeth to herself! Her father had homeschooled her before these years, and school was a new experience for her... She'd grown much faster than other children, both physically and mentally, and as such had moved about a lot, changing schools. It'd never really gotten to her - she made friends easily enough, and had even had a few boyfriends over the years. Nothing major, but at least she never caused them any serious harm...
Now that she was older, Rachel knew the whole truth – she was more alike others than she had ever believed. Yes, she did have a mother, and a father as well. But, unlike other children, her father was a vampire. It had been hard to believe when she'd first found out, having been taught in the various schools she that these beings did not exist. Her mother... Had not lived to see a breath of such a small child. Rachel's memory was as clear as her blue eyes. Her first steps, her first word; unlike other children, she remembered... Her hands quickly shoved away the school photos, stashing them discreetly underneath the brown cover of another album.
And then, of course, even when she'd been considered old enough to be trusted with her father's secret, it had been hard keeping it quiet. At first it had scared her, but slowly she grew to realise just how lucky she was to be in this situation. Now she knew why her father's skin was so hard, and why he was so strong – how well he could protect her. And, she knew why she was so strong. She'd never lost a single arm-wrestle, even against the strongest of the boys at her school. When you're that strong, you tend to end up as 'one of the boys' - she'd played informal games of rugby, soccer and even basketball alongside them.
Everything seemed to make sense. Slowly, but surely. Rachel smiled in reminiscence... She was not as different as she had always believed – her rapid growth was caused by what her father was, and her mother had given her life for Rachel's survival. Every moment, the girl knew she had to be grateful for her mother's sacrifice. And Rachel had vowed to do well in her life, to enjoy it...
Personality:Rachel's biggest flaw is perhaps that she expects nobody to expect anything from her or to make early assumptions on her character. She's her own kind; though she can't exactly tell anyone that, it's almost as if she expects them to guess; ironically, her biggest fear is their ability to do just that. She despises people who stereotype, and may or may not go out of her way just to prove them wrong. Rachel trusts her gut an extraordinary amount, almost excessively so, but doing so never failed her. Trusting her gut kept her away from vampires for the first twenty or so years of her life. Rachel is, however, unfailingly loyal when - and if - she finds someone she's willing to put out for. She'd go to the end of the world to help a friend, given that she believes she can trust them . Trust, for Rachel, is a bit of a sore point. She doesn't trust easily and when she does, it's like a mirror: it can be fixed when broken, but there'll always be a crack. A very wide, obvious crack...
Rachel considers family loyalty above all things; granted, she never really had anyone to trust other than her father. So, for her, family meant her father. It meant that one person with whom she could laugh about being a vampire, without worrying he'd get her mental advice, run away or need to be killed. Rachel never understood what it was like to be betrayed by a family member and thus trusts her own family - her father - beyond anyone. She still remembers her mother, too, though Rachel only has memories passed down to her through her father and the one sight of the woman, nearly dead.
She's not the kind of person who likes to be tied down, though. Even through her loyalty, Rachel was quick to get out on her own, away from Daddy's protective wings, and try to make her own way. She's quite an indepedent kind of person; having to rely on anyone irritates her to no end. Especially when that someone is a foreign vampire. Even when she is uneasy in a situation, Rachel tends to act as if she's perfectly at home; only those who know her reasonably well would notice the far-off look in her eyes, or the way she fidgeted with the bottom hem of her corset; they wouldn't see her sticking her thumbs in her pocket and leaning against a wall as a high sign of discomfort. Mostly this would happen in a situation where vampires are in close proximity.
Rachel's biggest secret is of course her half-vampirism. She knows that certain humans would, quite literally, kill to be what she is; though no human alone could ever harm her, she knows that the dangers of having her secret life exposed to them. History books tell stories of even humans being burnt for vampirism and being witches. Rachel occasionally has the lust for human blood, and the blood running through her own veins makes her vulnerable to vampires. When she chooses to abstain from drinking blood, as she does not like the taste of animals, and human blood is usually not readily available, Rachel must find an alternative source of iron, and flourescent lights hurt her eyes.
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