Racelle, Janssan-Murray FIGHTER; Wordless

[Racelle Janssen-Murray]

Name: Racelle Elizabeth Janssen-Murray
Age: 16
DoB: May 3rd
Gender: Female
Grade:10th

Hair: Blond, just about shoulder length with a slight curl to it
Ears: A sandy/orange color
Eye Color:Green, though darker in the center, lightening toward the outside.
Skin Tone: On the paler end of the spectrum
Height:5'9
Weight:125 lbs

Description: Racelle is something her mother would call a walking contradiction. Her yellow-blonde hair is short, just barely reaching her shoulders, and curls softly as it does so. Normally, some type of ribbon or headband is present. She's tall, like her father though has her mother's eyes and obvious curves, though she is by no means overweight. Quite normally she's clad in dresses with sandals, or cute frilly shirts and girly clothing that is perhaps the opposite of herself.

Likes:

• Animals
  
• Green
  
• Strings (Cellos,Violins etc.)
  
• Fall
  
• Warm Weather
  
• Quiet
  
• Books
  
  

Dislikes:

• Thunderstorms
  
• Cold
  
• Alcohol
  
• Stupidity
  
• Sports
  
• Movies
  
• Blood
  

Personality: Racelle, or -- as she prefers to be called -- Eliza is a stubborn girl to say the least. She's quite set in her opinions and beliefs and it would talk a lot to change them. More-so, she's a bit untrusting of others and often can seem cold and unwelcoming. With a blunt honest that can sometimes be hurtful, she's got friends that are just as tough as she is (or at least... she thinks she is) However, beneath that exterior she can be something of a friendly gal, with an odd sarcasm and a distaste for jokes. Patience is not a strong point, and she can sometimes be frustrated easily. With a quick temper, she will often jump to conclusions and make herself look like an idiot. Though, if theirs one thing she's good at -- it's smoothing over her awkward situations and apologizing. She tends to keep to herself as a result, but is a kind soul if one is to actually know her. A bit of a tomboy though despite her appearances.

History: Racelle was born in Australia, to Geoffry Janssen and his newlywed wife Eliza. Their relationship was a rocky one, but they stuck it out because both loved their little girl dearly. Her father was an angry man, and her mother stubborn enough to stand up to him when he went on a raging fit. He never touched them -- but their was always that undercurrent of menace that left the young Racelle frightened even then. She was named Racelle for her father's sister, and Elizabeth after her mother. When she turned seven her father was offered a job in southern New York, and with the opportunity of more money and a better living -- the family uprooted.

Their life in America was better at first. Eliza and Geoffry seemed to get along better and things were well for a time. Racelle excelled in school and her parents were proud, things were starting to look up for the young family. Though, barely even a year after their move her father lost his job, the young company having filed for bankruptcy without much notice. They let most of their employees go, and the newly hired Geoffry was one of them -- never-mind that he had no where else to go. He took to alcohol, and the fits of rage returned.

She was eight when it happened. She'd gotten home from school to find police cars in the driveway. They tried to keep her out of the house but when she saw her bloodied father being led away, she screamed for her mother. When no replies came, she tore away from her guardian and into the house. Geoffry had finally lost it -- and shot his wife three times before turning the gun on himself once he had realized his crime. However -- without the courage to do end his own life, he sat in the house with Eliza until the police arrived -- alerted by a neighbor. It was quick work to arrest him and cover the body, though there was the matter of barely eight year old Racelle to deal with.

She was adopted by a family in Rural Pennsylvania-- the Murray's--, some little town to small to make it on any kind of map, and spent the rest of her time there. Her father was busy serving life without parole, and her mother was buried somewhere in New York without even a marker. She became sullen and retreated from the world -- though presented a facade disguised in frilly dresses and smiles all the time. She failed two grades however, and it was obvious she wasn't the same child she had been before.

It has been a long time now,and after aggressive homeschooling and some counseling she seems to be better. Still she's not exactly the cheery little thing she used to be. Better, but then again none of these people know her -- so they'll just have to make due with what they've gotten. A lost doll, once beautiful, but no longer.

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OOC Name: Zeb
Years of RPing Experience: Eh... 6 years maybe, I don't really remember
Other Characters:None :3

Roleplaying Example:She was less worn now, with the belief that he would take what she'd said to heart -- unknowing that he in fact was traveling alone the exact same path. He could take whatever words she gave him and parrot an answer right back -- but he didn't know. His only family had left him behind for this so called 'magic' and he'd be scarred by that in more ways than Risa could ever imagine.

Though, no matter how many times they told her she was lucky to have this -- lucky to be able to have two lives and live this amazing gift... she couldn't see it. Couldn't even fathom why someone would abandon everything human about them to be a mongrel ruled by the wild. It seemed so utterly wrong to her. Though, even she couldn't deny it sometimes felt nice to erase the worries and the pressures that came naturally with being a human. The wolf cared not for all the things she held dear, but it also couldn't care less about jobs or things she detested. Only instincts and it's next meal.

Now though, she couldn't deny it had to come soon. Quite normally -- well... she didn't know the exact time line, but she would be wolf before now. But... she couldn't just have left this behind. For all it's struggle, this was something she'd wanted -- despite all her thoughts and stubborn views on not having it. She couldn't have left it for the three month gap before her life would restart. It wasn't right. But, this stress added with the instinctual panic that came with the storms had left her stomach in knots and the wolf-scent refusing to fade. The air around her seemed saturated with her own -- usually undetectable -- smell mixed with the pungent wildness of the wolf. He would notice -- she bargained but perhaps she could attribute it to panic. Or... at least until she could slip away.

She was pulled from her thoughts by his slow movement as he pulled them both up from the still puddled floor and the damp blanket she'd drug from the living room. Her phone was still clasped tightly underneath her hand, cradled in his. She knew by now that Zanna wouldn't be calling tonight. That same panic swept over her when she thought about exactly why the elder twin wasn't calling, but as a twin she was supposed to know instinctively what was going on right? She didn't want to think of Zanna now, not when she could almost count the minutes she had left with him.

"We should get some sleep, sugar. Thing's will be brighter in the morning."

His words echoed in her head, and she forced a smile on her features, a quiet "Alright." falling from her lips before she would turn and lead him down the hall to the yellow room on the first floor. Her claimed territory in the large pack-house. It was bright.. and Risa.

Didn't feel like much her now. Her palms and back were beginning to itch, and her head throbbed with dull pain. Repressing it really wasn't a hard thing -- after all they did make a choice at a solid time each season. But she had chosen wolf -- and it wouldn't wait much longer.

Perhaps he would forgive her for such a departure-- she couldn't be entirely sure. After this.. she assumed things would hold up. but would they? A note, hastily scrawled and resting on one of the mostly unused pillows, phone gone, and the front door unlocked.

He would know what had happened.

[Avery Newfeld]

ACCEPTED!

Welcome to The Academy.
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