Post by raquelreynolds on May 25, 2011 19:58:50 GMT -5
[/color][/font]I'VE BEEN RE-HYMENATED!
AND THAT, DUDE, WILL NOT ABIDE[/color]
It's best to just not have any hope at all. It saves me the hurt and disappointment in the end.
NAME Raquel Lynn Reynolds- goes by Rocky or Roc
AGE 28
DOB July 4, 1983
SPECIES Human
SEXUAL ORIENTATION Bi-sexual
ALLEGIANCE Good
OCCUPATION Hunter/Nurse
HOW DO YOU SLEEP AT NIGHT?[/color][/font]
ON SILK SHEETS, ROLLING NAKED IN MONEY[/color]
HAIR Long, falls past her shoulders in thick brown waves.
EYES Bright green
PERSONAL STYLE Mostly jeans, and old ones at that. The denim have a tendency to have an occasional rip or tear, and fall right at her hips. Most have dirt and grass stains from various hunts. Tee-shirts will do for the most part, of any color. She doesn't do jewelry at all unless if the job calls for it, but eye liner and mascara is a necessary addition to her everyday style.
PLAY BY Evangeline Lilly
WE SHOULD HAVE ANGRY SEX[/color][/font]
DON'T OBJECTIFY ME. LET'S GO[/color]
LIKES
Hunting
Swimming
Running
Yoga
Sunshine
French fries
Her Ipod
Movies
Bars
Pop cultural references
Those on the good side
Knives
DISLIKES
Demons
Holes in her socks
Socks in general
Forgetting things
The law
Slow drivers
Guns
Spending lots of money
Liars
Manipulators
STRENGTHS
Speed
Common sense
Is a nurse
Convincing
Hides her emotions easily
WEAKNESSES
Guns
Is clingy when trusting someone
Classic cars
Hasn't been hunting long
SPECIAL SKILLS
Can talk her way in or out of just about anything
Has experience as a nurse
knows how to handle knives superbly
10 WORDS TO DESCRIBE YOU
Rushed
Pessimist
Secretive
Lonesome
Trustworthy
Blunt
Funny
Devoted
Fugitive
Introverted- at least until she gets to know/trust someone
WHO'S THE HOTTER PSYCHIC?[/color][/font]
PATRICIA ARQUETTE, JENNIFER LOVE HEWITT, OR YOU?[/color]
HOMETOWN Palm Coast, Florida
PARENTS Joshua and Emily Reynolds- both are deceased
SIBLINGS Nick Reynolds- Presumed alive
SIGNIFICANT OTHER N/A
OFFSPRING N/A
HISTORY Born in Palm Coast, Florida in the summer of 1982, the first true loves of Raquel Reynolds were ice cold lemonade and the beach. Even today, she remembers herself being that little girl who would sit on the counter in her parents' kitchen, making lemonade with her mother. Not that powdered Country Time crap, but the real stuff that came from fresh lemons that grew on a tree in the backyard. Memories of her mother taking her to the beach nearly everyday seemed to stick in her head as well. Maybe because they were the two happiest memories Raquel, who had been called Rocky the first eighteen years of her life by her mother, had ever had.
Daddy dearest wasn't ever around much. He was a pastor and Mom said that he was always out, traveling around the country, meeting up with other pastors to discuss things and make up sermons, all that jazz. Rocky had been proud of her father that he was one of God's men, but found it weird how neither he nor her mother had ever shared a bible with their daughter. The simple question Why had always fluttered around in the little girl's brain, but she had been raised to never question her parents how she was raised. That was why Rocky had turned to her brother, older than her by four years and the real father-figure in her life, why her father's job seemed to be a lie. Surprisingly, her brother Nick said that their father was a hunter of the supernatural. Supernatural meaning things that go bump in the night, such as werewolves, vampires, ghosts, angry spirits, all those creepers. It turned out that their father was teaching Nick to become a hunter was well. Of course Rocky has told her brother to prove it, and that was when he had showing her certain skills he had with firearms and knives. Being completely interested in this aspect of the game, she asked if he could teach her what he knew. Of course it wasn't a good idea to let a seven year old handle guns and knives, but Nick had taught her what he knew, it wasn't a whole lot, but enough to get her toes wet.
Rocky had waited until she was fourteen years old, seven years after being told the truth, to confront her father about his true line of work. After several demands, her father had come clean about being a hunter, and decided that his baby girl was ready to start her training. However, Rocky didn't want to be a hunter. She felt as if her own father had abandoned everyone in their family to go hunt. Yes, he saved people, but who was supposed to save her when she fell off her bike for the first time, or got her heart broken for the first time? Herself. Mom was a nurse so she was always busy working all day, and some the of evening. She saved lives also, and always came home, unlike her father who would got for days, sometimes a week or two at a time depending where the hunt took him. And unlike most hunters, Rocky grew up having a normal life. She had friends and went to school, snuck into parties and concerts, lived the life of an average teenager.
The Christmas of the year Rocky was seventeen had made a drastic impact in her life. That had been the night she killed her father. Dad had left the day before Christmas Eve to take on a werewolf hunt in a town about two hundred miles away, and said he'd be back before the new year came around. Two days later was a lot sooner than Rocky had expected. However, it wasn't her father who had come home. It was his body, his voice, his scent, but it wasn't him. Mom was working the night shift, and Nick was having Christmas with serious girlfriend number three when "Dad" came home. It wasn't more than an hour after his return, and his daughter was tied to a chair naked, her father's physical form, slicing at her flesh ever so delicately. It didn't exactly hurt, but was enough to draw blood. Somehow, Rocky managed to free herself free of the ropes, and ended up stabbing her father with the knife he had been using to torture her. One stab to the jugular was all it took, and a large puff of smoke had left her father's body. He was dead on the spot.
A little over a year later, Rocky was attending a university in Florida to become a nurse. She had run away from her family, the life she knew, with nothing as small as a letter to say goodbye. After killing her father, how would she be able to face them again? Running was the only option. She had wondered why she wasn't in prison already. Did she do that good of a job, cleaning up her messing, faking the suicide note her father left, and writing one of her own saying that she had been secretly seeing a boy, and that she was running off with him. Rocky had hoped that the police would give up on the case of her father's death, and at one point, news of his death was on the radio and television. The police concluded that her father was never home because of his job as a pastor, and he committed adultery with another woman. Being so ashamed of himself, he took his own life. Well, that made sense since that was exactly what Rocky had written in the note, and forging it was a piece of cake since she had been doing it since she was ten years old to get out of trouble at school.
The lie of her having had runaway with a boy somewhat became the truth once Rocky started school. She had a job as a librarian and as a receptionist at a dentist office, both part-time, for a year, and had saved all the money for school. Dylan was the first boy that she had even really fallen for, and ever dating for three months, she had moved in with him, mainly because she had been sleeping in her car for the past year. Yes, she had been homeless, but all that changed once Dylan came into her life. He had paid for the first two semesters of her schooling, and said it was his daddy's money, and that it was fine. That was until she had found out that her boyfriend and two of his cousins were actually bank robbers from a second generation. Somehow, Rocky got herself caught up with the game, being an accomplice, often posing as a civilian who gets taken hostage. Each time, her boyfriend had to hit her so it looked legit, but at the end of her junior year, he had hit outside of the robbery. It was common sense to know that it was only the beginning of an abusive relationship. So, again, she ran.
Even today, Rocky doesn't know how she stumbled upon her brother after not seeing him for about five years. Of course they had talked about dad, and she got the news that her mother had killed herself after Dad's "suicide". Nick had asked her about the boy she was with, and she could tell from the tone in his voice, and the way he was looking at her that he didn't trust her. He knew something was wrong with the whole situation. Fortunately, even until today, he never asked her a damn thing about the situation. However, he seemed to ease up once Rocky had asked him to teach her about hunting. That's what Dad would have wanted her to do, and with the fail of schooling, she believed that maybe hunting is what she had to do with her life. This was proven with how quickly she had picked up on how to expand her knowledge of the usage of weaponry that she had post-poned since the age of seven, and use her own body was a weapon itself. Also, her brother helped her put together a little book on things of the supernatural. Yes, she knew a lot of things off the top of her head, but one could never be took careful.
This was six years ago, and Rocky has been hunting ever since. She's stumbled upon odd cases, odd people, and definitely some fellow hunters. In all honesty, the huntress prefers to hunt on her own, but that was until Lilith had broken the 66th seal, setting Lucifer free. However, he is back in his cage now, but there have been rumors flying around the hunting world that there's an army of creatures that have been asleep for centuries awake and taking orders from the Alpha monsters. Rocky has yet to encounter these bad boys, but she's not going to want to do it alone. After all, hunters must stick together.
ARE YOU HUMMING METALLICA?[/color][/font]
IT CALMS ME DOWN[/color]
YOUR NAME/ALIAS Mars
RP EXPERIENCE 5 years
OTHER CHARACTERS None at the moment
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE
It wasn't very often that Raquel Reynolds hit a nightclub. It was a awkward and unusual thing to do since clubs with places for three kinds of people: those who show up alone, but don't plan on leaving that way, those who are there with friends and are just looking to have a night of fun, and then there are lovers who show up to drink, dance like monkeys in heat, and then go home to continue their act without any clothes. Rocky wasn't in any of the groups, and it was rather depressing, and led men on to have the completely wrong expectations. While they felt that she was just another woman who they could swoon off her feet and the pants and panties off of her legs, to their unknown shock, she had never experienced any sexual activities. And God would rip her from the face of the Earth himself before she engaged in such an act. This woman respected herself to no extent, and was waiting for the man who would do the same, but the more and more she waited and observed the other sex, the more Rocky got the feeling that she would die a virgin. Hell, as long as she was happy and didn't die alone, then she'd be fine.
All in all, the club wasn't so bad. Well, maybe it was. The fact that the so called "dancing" that served as entertainment consisted of women dressed in either super shot skirts, tights jeans, or low-cut shirts that were either see through or cut beyond the level of cleavage, were grinding all over men who were definitely showing their excitement through their jeans, was more than a turn off. Rocky observed with her green eyes and facial features all scrunched up in disgust. She blamed it on her virginity as to why she was so uptight about these people's sense of fun. Fuck, maybe she's be out there herself if her V-card wasn't tucked so tightly into her pocket. Sighing, she ordered herself her third apple martini, and and blinked several times as things started to look a little hazy. She reached into her pocket, and pulled out her cell phone. Ten o'clock. So far she had only been at the club about forty minutes, and pushed the martini to the side, realizing that she was starting to buzz, and it was too early for that.
Glossed lips curled downwards into a deeper from as she started to randomly flip through the pictures in her phone, and came across one of her and her good friend, Dean Winchester. They had looked good together, and once had such a good chemistry and friendship filled with jokes, pranks, and competitive situations, all of which she had enjoyed. Over the years, the huntress had grown a strong liking towards Dean, and about a year ago, realized that she liked him more than a friend. The young brunette hadn't dared tell the attractive male, and tried her best to hide the truth. Now, there wasn't a chance that she would get to tell him even she changed her mind. The last she heard from Sam Winchester, also a friend, Dean was in Hell and has been for the past 4 months and wasn't coming back. Green eyes grew moist at the memories of what had once been and thought of things that could now never be. Stuffing her phone back into her pocket, Rocky grabbed her martini and downed there rest.
"Stop staring, Barney." The words were spat from soft lips and she looked to her right, and saw a man, a very large one at that, dressed in a purple shirt with a green stripe off to the left stare at her creepily. The man obediently turned and stood up from his seat, walking away. Rocky looked around and noticed that she had gotten the attention of several other men. More than likely her tight jeans that fell at her hips and light green top that was rather tight as well and low-cut, but had a white laced undershirt beneath, wasn't helping. Her hair was up in a pony-tail, and the soft brown waves were pulled across her left shoulder. Raquel ordered another martini and thanked the bartender before sipping at it. All of a sudden, there was a chill in the air as the front door of the club opened, letting the cold winter air slither into the once warm atmosphere. She wasn't sure why she had turned to see who had entered, but she did, and the figure who entered belonged to one she knew... But it was impossible. Fucking impossible.
All in all, the club wasn't so bad. Well, maybe it was. The fact that the so called "dancing" that served as entertainment consisted of women dressed in either super shot skirts, tights jeans, or low-cut shirts that were either see through or cut beyond the level of cleavage, were grinding all over men who were definitely showing their excitement through their jeans, was more than a turn off. Rocky observed with her green eyes and facial features all scrunched up in disgust. She blamed it on her virginity as to why she was so uptight about these people's sense of fun. Fuck, maybe she's be out there herself if her V-card wasn't tucked so tightly into her pocket. Sighing, she ordered herself her third apple martini, and and blinked several times as things started to look a little hazy. She reached into her pocket, and pulled out her cell phone. Ten o'clock. So far she had only been at the club about forty minutes, and pushed the martini to the side, realizing that she was starting to buzz, and it was too early for that.
Glossed lips curled downwards into a deeper from as she started to randomly flip through the pictures in her phone, and came across one of her and her good friend, Dean Winchester. They had looked good together, and once had such a good chemistry and friendship filled with jokes, pranks, and competitive situations, all of which she had enjoyed. Over the years, the huntress had grown a strong liking towards Dean, and about a year ago, realized that she liked him more than a friend. The young brunette hadn't dared tell the attractive male, and tried her best to hide the truth. Now, there wasn't a chance that she would get to tell him even she changed her mind. The last she heard from Sam Winchester, also a friend, Dean was in Hell and has been for the past 4 months and wasn't coming back. Green eyes grew moist at the memories of what had once been and thought of things that could now never be. Stuffing her phone back into her pocket, Rocky grabbed her martini and downed there rest.
"Stop staring, Barney." The words were spat from soft lips and she looked to her right, and saw a man, a very large one at that, dressed in a purple shirt with a green stripe off to the left stare at her creepily. The man obediently turned and stood up from his seat, walking away. Rocky looked around and noticed that she had gotten the attention of several other men. More than likely her tight jeans that fell at her hips and light green top that was rather tight as well and low-cut, but had a white laced undershirt beneath, wasn't helping. Her hair was up in a pony-tail, and the soft brown waves were pulled across her left shoulder. Raquel ordered another martini and thanked the bartender before sipping at it. All of a sudden, there was a chill in the air as the front door of the club opened, letting the cold winter air slither into the once warm atmosphere. She wasn't sure why she had turned to see who had entered, but she did, and the figure who entered belonged to one she knew... But it was impossible. Fucking impossible.
IS IT BECAUSE OF MY PERKY NIPPLES?
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