Post by Rachel on Jul 19, 2009 17:16:09 GMT -5
The Basics
Name: Rachel
Age: Unknown
Grade/Job: Unknown
Family: Naomi (mother), Dan (father), Jordan (sister), Sara (sister), Jake (cousin), Tom (cousin)
Pets: N/A
Race: Human
Class: Animorph
What You See
Rachel is picture-perfect at all times, photogenic, and fresh-faced and pretty. Her head is covered with full, lustrous gold-and-yellow blonde locks that reach just past her shoulders. Her blue, blue eyes are fierce and lively, truly a window into her soul, sometimes changing to a pale blue depending on the weather. Her eyes are accented by her delicately arched eyebrows. Her skin has a clear, peaches-and-cream complexion, giving her the ultimate look of a natural blonde.
Rachel makes it a point to always look good, deciding that presentation is always important and could prove to be an asset at any random point. She’s the sort of person who could go through a tornado and a rock-slide and a mud-slide and still come out looking great, with barely a strand of hair out of place. Fashion is where Rachel always shined even before she became a part of the war, and she hasn’t allowed this aspect of her to change. Rachel is slim and fairly tall, standing at 5’8”, and she knows how to dress for her body type.
To others, Rachel appears to be a mall rat at times, but she always shows a strong front and makes it a point to try and not let anyone bother her. She's headstrong inside and doesn't hide it. She's also a model student, continuing to get good grades despite how hard it may be with being involved in the war.
Face Claim: Ashley Benson
What You Get
Rachel has never been a typically happy-go-lucky young teenage girl, even before the war she’d always had another, deeper side to her. Not one to take garbage from anyone, she’s quick to jump to the aid of those who are important to her. Rachel has a different set of morals than most people, willing to do almost anything to get ahead in the battle between the Yeerks and her Animorph friends.
When one truly digs into Rachel, several quick assumptions can be made. She’s obviously a notorious adrenaline junkie, brash and impulsive, and sometimes overly blunt. Rachel doesn’t mean to offend others when she acts in her slightly abrasive manner, but she wouldn’t really care if she did. Rachel merely aims to point out what is so obvious that others can’t see it, and this is a gift. While Rachel is quick to rush into battle and although she rarely considers the consequences, she only aims to do what she thinks is best, even if others may not agree with her ideals. She does what others cannot do, and she appears to make the hardest decisions among the group. Rachel is, in plenty of ways, the scapegoat. Her ability to take the more traumatizing events voluntarily is what has caused some of the issues between her and the other Animorphs. But what Rachel does, she does to protect her friends. And because she’s fighting with the good guys, that makes her a good guy…right?
Rachel interacts in different ways with different people, although all of them seem to include her blunt and brash attitude. Usually she is sociable and popular among her peers, but she can go into stages where she is less likely to want to speak of things that used to be her main focus, like gymnastics and fashion. Rachel’s new outlook on life has caused rifts between her and former friends, causing them to slowly separate. But she has never really complained about how her focus is always directed to “saving the world”. Rachel’s stresses come from her family life, mostly regarding her mother and her father and some of the positions they have put her in in the past.
Things Aren't How They Used to Be
Rachel was born to father, Dan, and mother, Naomi. She has two little sister, Jordan, who is the middle child in the family, and little Sara. She always had an excellent relationship with her father, due to Rachel’s rather not-so-girly personality and she and her father shared similar interests. Dan was always cheering Rachel on with her gymnastics, constantly giving her ideas and coming up with plans for Rachel’s future regarding the sport. Dan and Rachel’s relationship was truly shown when he asked Rachel to move in with him when he was moving away. She really showed how painful it was for her to hear this news, even considering splitting from the Animorphs to do so. She ended up declining, and has only wondered what difference it would have made if she accepted a few times. It was during this time that Rachel expressed her dislike for what they were doing, and for the war, and where she wished at a rare moment that perhaps she was just a normal kid once again.
Rachel’s best friend has always been Cassie, but the relationship has become strained on several occasions due to Cassie’s moralizing and Rachel not understanding it. After all, they are in a war. But throughout, Rachel and Cassie have remained close, although their friendship has changed, as this is to be expected.
The war, however, changed Rachel in several ways. While before she had often felt out-of-place and uncertain about her future, the war has given Rachel more confidence than before and she finally feels as though she has found her place, like she is doing exactly what she was always meant to be doing. She accepts her duties as the warrior among the group, and sees herself as almost a protector. While the other Animorphs don’t seem to understand her view of the war and see her as slightly “dark”, Rachel merely tries to perform her duties to the best of her ability and the only way she knows how.
RP Sample
Raito closed his eyes for a moment, squinting them when he did so, shaking his head in the process. Why did she act so feeble? While he himself wasn’t overly pleased with the situation, he felt it would have been politeness on her part to assist him with the makings of something bordering on a conversation. It was really the least she could do, though he was also quite aware that it wasn’t her fault he’d been sent to get her. Things just happened to work out that way.
Why is the current president in his position if he’s unable to keep things properly organized? Raito grumbled to himself. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that the current president was unworthy. He himself didn’t desire for the position, and just being a member was taking up more time than he would have liked. Still, it was needed in order to appear as though everything was just the way it had been before. While he hadn’t completely wanted to join the council upon entering university, he felt that it was what he would have done had he not gained the Death Note. And a student of such quality as he should be an active, contributing member to the university as well as holding the same grade point average. And the more Raito thought about it, the more his life seemed to have become a juggling act; though he was hardly surprised at his own ability to hold everything together.
After all, that’s why fate had made him the god of the New World. All he had to do was fit the pieces together.
So when Chi apologized, Raito said nothing and merely nodded in answer after he let his exasperation slip, though that didn’t matter. It could have also been just as much of a sign of tiredness, and he’d use that to his defence if anything was brought up. Luckily, she didn’t seem to notice and after asking about the directions, he was pleased when she finally spoke something more of a full sentence.
Yet again, however, she gave him a more apologetic sort of reply, and he was now no longer certain why she was so sheepish. Can’t remember where anything is half the time? he repeated, I wouldn’t be surprised, his thoughts working into a hidden sneer, and he caught himself before he could say anything snide to her. No sense stirring anything up. Instead, he let her take the piece of paper he’d offered to her, and relaxed his posture slightly while he waited for her to read it. He slipped both hands into his pocket as he stood in the hallway with her, and just as he was able to calm himself, his heart felt as though it had skipped a beat and he almost stopped breathing as he watched another piece of paper fall from the folded one.
Eyes widening at the horror of what could be taking place, he managed to keep his body at ease, and with a slightly shaky arm he scoured the pocket he’d pulled the sheet from. In his haste to get to the damned meeting, he’d shoved the note with the room number into the wrong pocket. The small piece of the Death Note which he’d kept there neatly so that the paper lines wouldn’t show through his pants had gotten trapped within the folds of the other paper. And as the lined sheet fell to the floor, it was all he could do not to dive for it in haste.
And now he was wondering why he hadn’t done just that. A little lack of composure could have saved him a lot more trouble.
Still struggling to maintain the composure that meant so much to him, he barely let his breathing increase as he watched her pick it up. This was it. And finally, he let his eyes dart to the shinigami, not daring to make a move until he was absolutely certain, hoping against hope, that it was the piece of the Death Note. Why he’d kept it there for so long was beyond him, and a stupid risk at that. He’d need to find a better place to put it from now on, and at that thought he lifted his arm to scratch the back of his head, eyes catching the watch. Yeah… that would work.
Looking at Ryuk, he hoped the death god would notice that he was staring at him, but Raito made certain he moved his head subtly, and not all the way so that it would appear to be a direct stare. Raito needed to figure something out quick while a million ideas were running through his head. He could act as if he didn’t see Ryuk, though that likely wouldn’t work well, or he could even pretend to be just as shocked as Chi. But doing the latter could result in her going around the university, telling people about the strange creature she’d seen in the hall with him. Raito didn’t even want to consider what that could do to him. He was left with very few options, and the best one that he could see was acknowledging Ryuk’s existence and remaining calm. And he had her name. If he needed to, he’d concoct a way to kill her. And from the sound of the shrill scream that reached his ears, he was thinking that was exactly what he had to do.
Raito lost all manner of politeness now, narrowing his eyes and allowing a hard look to come to them. “Quiet,” he whispered, darting around the hallway with his eyes. No one seemed to have heard it, and if they had they hadn’t come down their direction to investigate, and thankfully no one was in the hall. Raito did not want to be seen with a girl who was pressed up against a wall in fear while he stood there with an expression he knew wasn’t all that characteristic of how he appeared to members of the university. “Act nonchalant. He’s been here the entire time, and I can assure you that he won’t hurt you,” he said lamely. Much as I’d like to… he added to himself.
Deciding to ignore the fact that he had clearly made a very stupid mistake and just deal with it now, Raito sighed, wondering exactly how he was going to do that. Already he was going through plans in his mind, most of them on when and how he could kill her if he felt it needed to come to that. But he’d have to get inside her head first to see just how much of a risk keeping her around was going to be.
Name: Rachel
Age: Unknown
Grade/Job: Unknown
Family: Naomi (mother), Dan (father), Jordan (sister), Sara (sister), Jake (cousin), Tom (cousin)
Pets: N/A
Race: Human
Class: Animorph
What You See
Rachel is picture-perfect at all times, photogenic, and fresh-faced and pretty. Her head is covered with full, lustrous gold-and-yellow blonde locks that reach just past her shoulders. Her blue, blue eyes are fierce and lively, truly a window into her soul, sometimes changing to a pale blue depending on the weather. Her eyes are accented by her delicately arched eyebrows. Her skin has a clear, peaches-and-cream complexion, giving her the ultimate look of a natural blonde.
Rachel makes it a point to always look good, deciding that presentation is always important and could prove to be an asset at any random point. She’s the sort of person who could go through a tornado and a rock-slide and a mud-slide and still come out looking great, with barely a strand of hair out of place. Fashion is where Rachel always shined even before she became a part of the war, and she hasn’t allowed this aspect of her to change. Rachel is slim and fairly tall, standing at 5’8”, and she knows how to dress for her body type.
To others, Rachel appears to be a mall rat at times, but she always shows a strong front and makes it a point to try and not let anyone bother her. She's headstrong inside and doesn't hide it. She's also a model student, continuing to get good grades despite how hard it may be with being involved in the war.
Face Claim: Ashley Benson
What You Get
Rachel has never been a typically happy-go-lucky young teenage girl, even before the war she’d always had another, deeper side to her. Not one to take garbage from anyone, she’s quick to jump to the aid of those who are important to her. Rachel has a different set of morals than most people, willing to do almost anything to get ahead in the battle between the Yeerks and her Animorph friends.
When one truly digs into Rachel, several quick assumptions can be made. She’s obviously a notorious adrenaline junkie, brash and impulsive, and sometimes overly blunt. Rachel doesn’t mean to offend others when she acts in her slightly abrasive manner, but she wouldn’t really care if she did. Rachel merely aims to point out what is so obvious that others can’t see it, and this is a gift. While Rachel is quick to rush into battle and although she rarely considers the consequences, she only aims to do what she thinks is best, even if others may not agree with her ideals. She does what others cannot do, and she appears to make the hardest decisions among the group. Rachel is, in plenty of ways, the scapegoat. Her ability to take the more traumatizing events voluntarily is what has caused some of the issues between her and the other Animorphs. But what Rachel does, she does to protect her friends. And because she’s fighting with the good guys, that makes her a good guy…right?
Rachel interacts in different ways with different people, although all of them seem to include her blunt and brash attitude. Usually she is sociable and popular among her peers, but she can go into stages where she is less likely to want to speak of things that used to be her main focus, like gymnastics and fashion. Rachel’s new outlook on life has caused rifts between her and former friends, causing them to slowly separate. But she has never really complained about how her focus is always directed to “saving the world”. Rachel’s stresses come from her family life, mostly regarding her mother and her father and some of the positions they have put her in in the past.
Things Aren't How They Used to Be
Rachel was born to father, Dan, and mother, Naomi. She has two little sister, Jordan, who is the middle child in the family, and little Sara. She always had an excellent relationship with her father, due to Rachel’s rather not-so-girly personality and she and her father shared similar interests. Dan was always cheering Rachel on with her gymnastics, constantly giving her ideas and coming up with plans for Rachel’s future regarding the sport. Dan and Rachel’s relationship was truly shown when he asked Rachel to move in with him when he was moving away. She really showed how painful it was for her to hear this news, even considering splitting from the Animorphs to do so. She ended up declining, and has only wondered what difference it would have made if she accepted a few times. It was during this time that Rachel expressed her dislike for what they were doing, and for the war, and where she wished at a rare moment that perhaps she was just a normal kid once again.
Rachel’s best friend has always been Cassie, but the relationship has become strained on several occasions due to Cassie’s moralizing and Rachel not understanding it. After all, they are in a war. But throughout, Rachel and Cassie have remained close, although their friendship has changed, as this is to be expected.
The war, however, changed Rachel in several ways. While before she had often felt out-of-place and uncertain about her future, the war has given Rachel more confidence than before and she finally feels as though she has found her place, like she is doing exactly what she was always meant to be doing. She accepts her duties as the warrior among the group, and sees herself as almost a protector. While the other Animorphs don’t seem to understand her view of the war and see her as slightly “dark”, Rachel merely tries to perform her duties to the best of her ability and the only way she knows how.
RP Sample
Raito closed his eyes for a moment, squinting them when he did so, shaking his head in the process. Why did she act so feeble? While he himself wasn’t overly pleased with the situation, he felt it would have been politeness on her part to assist him with the makings of something bordering on a conversation. It was really the least she could do, though he was also quite aware that it wasn’t her fault he’d been sent to get her. Things just happened to work out that way.
Why is the current president in his position if he’s unable to keep things properly organized? Raito grumbled to himself. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that the current president was unworthy. He himself didn’t desire for the position, and just being a member was taking up more time than he would have liked. Still, it was needed in order to appear as though everything was just the way it had been before. While he hadn’t completely wanted to join the council upon entering university, he felt that it was what he would have done had he not gained the Death Note. And a student of such quality as he should be an active, contributing member to the university as well as holding the same grade point average. And the more Raito thought about it, the more his life seemed to have become a juggling act; though he was hardly surprised at his own ability to hold everything together.
After all, that’s why fate had made him the god of the New World. All he had to do was fit the pieces together.
So when Chi apologized, Raito said nothing and merely nodded in answer after he let his exasperation slip, though that didn’t matter. It could have also been just as much of a sign of tiredness, and he’d use that to his defence if anything was brought up. Luckily, she didn’t seem to notice and after asking about the directions, he was pleased when she finally spoke something more of a full sentence.
Yet again, however, she gave him a more apologetic sort of reply, and he was now no longer certain why she was so sheepish. Can’t remember where anything is half the time? he repeated, I wouldn’t be surprised, his thoughts working into a hidden sneer, and he caught himself before he could say anything snide to her. No sense stirring anything up. Instead, he let her take the piece of paper he’d offered to her, and relaxed his posture slightly while he waited for her to read it. He slipped both hands into his pocket as he stood in the hallway with her, and just as he was able to calm himself, his heart felt as though it had skipped a beat and he almost stopped breathing as he watched another piece of paper fall from the folded one.
Eyes widening at the horror of what could be taking place, he managed to keep his body at ease, and with a slightly shaky arm he scoured the pocket he’d pulled the sheet from. In his haste to get to the damned meeting, he’d shoved the note with the room number into the wrong pocket. The small piece of the Death Note which he’d kept there neatly so that the paper lines wouldn’t show through his pants had gotten trapped within the folds of the other paper. And as the lined sheet fell to the floor, it was all he could do not to dive for it in haste.
And now he was wondering why he hadn’t done just that. A little lack of composure could have saved him a lot more trouble.
Still struggling to maintain the composure that meant so much to him, he barely let his breathing increase as he watched her pick it up. This was it. And finally, he let his eyes dart to the shinigami, not daring to make a move until he was absolutely certain, hoping against hope, that it was the piece of the Death Note. Why he’d kept it there for so long was beyond him, and a stupid risk at that. He’d need to find a better place to put it from now on, and at that thought he lifted his arm to scratch the back of his head, eyes catching the watch. Yeah… that would work.
Looking at Ryuk, he hoped the death god would notice that he was staring at him, but Raito made certain he moved his head subtly, and not all the way so that it would appear to be a direct stare. Raito needed to figure something out quick while a million ideas were running through his head. He could act as if he didn’t see Ryuk, though that likely wouldn’t work well, or he could even pretend to be just as shocked as Chi. But doing the latter could result in her going around the university, telling people about the strange creature she’d seen in the hall with him. Raito didn’t even want to consider what that could do to him. He was left with very few options, and the best one that he could see was acknowledging Ryuk’s existence and remaining calm. And he had her name. If he needed to, he’d concoct a way to kill her. And from the sound of the shrill scream that reached his ears, he was thinking that was exactly what he had to do.
Raito lost all manner of politeness now, narrowing his eyes and allowing a hard look to come to them. “Quiet,” he whispered, darting around the hallway with his eyes. No one seemed to have heard it, and if they had they hadn’t come down their direction to investigate, and thankfully no one was in the hall. Raito did not want to be seen with a girl who was pressed up against a wall in fear while he stood there with an expression he knew wasn’t all that characteristic of how he appeared to members of the university. “Act nonchalant. He’s been here the entire time, and I can assure you that he won’t hurt you,” he said lamely. Much as I’d like to… he added to himself.
Deciding to ignore the fact that he had clearly made a very stupid mistake and just deal with it now, Raito sighed, wondering exactly how he was going to do that. Already he was going through plans in his mind, most of them on when and how he could kill her if he felt it needed to come to that. But he’d have to get inside her head first to see just how much of a risk keeping her around was going to be.
