Post by Lucky on Jun 30, 2009 20:04:53 GMT -5
[/font][/font][/size][/size]Introducing…
Rae-Anne Thatcher!
Please Allow Me To Introduce Myself…[/blockquote][/center]
Name: Rachel Anne Thatcher
Nicknames: Rae-Anne, Rae, Rach
Age: Thirteen
Gender: Female
Where you stand?: The Pulchritude
Play by: Dakota Fanning
Nicknames: Rae-Anne, Rae, Rach
Age: Thirteen
Gender: Female
Where you stand?: The Pulchritude
Play by: Dakota Fanning
I'm a man of wealth and taste...
Appearance:
Rae is your average, if slightly pretty, young daughter. She’s well bread and well taught, as much as it got her parents after ___’s death. She still looks the part, but the wildness at her core is difficult to conceal. The newly made teen has no curves to speak of and, if you ask her, she has a sneaking suspicion she never will. I am about four feet eight inches tall, and only about seventy pounds. She ought to still have a smidgeon of baby fat, or at least teen fat, but her lifestyle choices have deleted that possibility. Though Rae eats, all her food comes back up nearly immediately. Her gag reflex has been so diminished by two years of purging that she now uses a fork to make herself throw up. She appears fragile and it seems as though one touch could break her.
Her hair goes just past her shoulders, and has a slight curl/wave to it. She almost always has it tied back, and it is nearly always a mess, up or down. It is naturally a light blonde with soft highlights and equally soft low-lights of a slightly darker shade of blonde. She’s not fussy about it, preferring to ignore it all together. Rae’s facial features are simple and delicate. She doesn’t have high cheek bones or exotic eyes; in fact she is almost painfully normal looking, on the surface. If she isn’t observed more closely, she’s the type of girl you expect to find just decorating an armchair in the home of a wealthy family. One day, she would make someone a wonderful trophy wife, like her mother before her. Her eyes are a sapphire blue color, with flecks of darker blue surrounding wide pupils. Rae’s face is relatively plain looking, with the exception of her smile. She barely ever shows her teeth, because they are yellow and beginning to rot away. The bulimia will do that to you. This takes away from eh perfect baby trophy wife appearance, and her mother has tired every home remedy in the book to A) get her baby to stop purging or B) fix her teeth.
Rae dresses in ways that accentuate her stick-thin figure, not hide it. She seems to enjoy looking like a malnourished scarecrow. It’s the shock value that her limbs afforded her was enough to get Rae on a high. O, as much of a high as she could get without the pain of the thin cuts and burn which covered the areas not covered by traditionally men’s clothing tailored to show off her body. The self-destructive behavior has become the only thing that lets the little girl feel. That and pushing the limits in more dangerous ways. The scars are deep, and new burns, circular in the shape of a ring ban, the entwined letters of the face, or the delicate filigree of her locket face. Anything that reminds her of what she lost. These she never shows, although she knows their shock value is even higher than her frame. She’s thin to the point of emaciation, and her face is slightly sunken. She wore dresses and layers and layers of petty-coats at home, and had her hair always perfectly done up. But now that she’s requested, through her high-powered father, a boy’s uniform, and doesn’t have to be the perfect paper doll her family wants, she’s much more comfortable. She wears dark wash denims and button down jeans in her spare time, sometimes mixing in gown frilled gowns, or playing around with perceived age, quite against the times.
Personality: (At least two or three paragraphs)
Likes: (At least five or six)
Dislikes: (At least five or six)
Dreams:
Fears: (At least three or four)
Rae is your average, if slightly pretty, young daughter. She’s well bread and well taught, as much as it got her parents after ___’s death. She still looks the part, but the wildness at her core is difficult to conceal. The newly made teen has no curves to speak of and, if you ask her, she has a sneaking suspicion she never will. I am about four feet eight inches tall, and only about seventy pounds. She ought to still have a smidgeon of baby fat, or at least teen fat, but her lifestyle choices have deleted that possibility. Though Rae eats, all her food comes back up nearly immediately. Her gag reflex has been so diminished by two years of purging that she now uses a fork to make herself throw up. She appears fragile and it seems as though one touch could break her.
Her hair goes just past her shoulders, and has a slight curl/wave to it. She almost always has it tied back, and it is nearly always a mess, up or down. It is naturally a light blonde with soft highlights and equally soft low-lights of a slightly darker shade of blonde. She’s not fussy about it, preferring to ignore it all together. Rae’s facial features are simple and delicate. She doesn’t have high cheek bones or exotic eyes; in fact she is almost painfully normal looking, on the surface. If she isn’t observed more closely, she’s the type of girl you expect to find just decorating an armchair in the home of a wealthy family. One day, she would make someone a wonderful trophy wife, like her mother before her. Her eyes are a sapphire blue color, with flecks of darker blue surrounding wide pupils. Rae’s face is relatively plain looking, with the exception of her smile. She barely ever shows her teeth, because they are yellow and beginning to rot away. The bulimia will do that to you. This takes away from eh perfect baby trophy wife appearance, and her mother has tired every home remedy in the book to A) get her baby to stop purging or B) fix her teeth.
Rae dresses in ways that accentuate her stick-thin figure, not hide it. She seems to enjoy looking like a malnourished scarecrow. It’s the shock value that her limbs afforded her was enough to get Rae on a high. O, as much of a high as she could get without the pain of the thin cuts and burn which covered the areas not covered by traditionally men’s clothing tailored to show off her body. The self-destructive behavior has become the only thing that lets the little girl feel. That and pushing the limits in more dangerous ways. The scars are deep, and new burns, circular in the shape of a ring ban, the entwined letters of the face, or the delicate filigree of her locket face. Anything that reminds her of what she lost. These she never shows, although she knows their shock value is even higher than her frame. She’s thin to the point of emaciation, and her face is slightly sunken. She wore dresses and layers and layers of petty-coats at home, and had her hair always perfectly done up. But now that she’s requested, through her high-powered father, a boy’s uniform, and doesn’t have to be the perfect paper doll her family wants, she’s much more comfortable. She wears dark wash denims and button down jeans in her spare time, sometimes mixing in gown frilled gowns, or playing around with perceived age, quite against the times.
Personality: (At least two or three paragraphs)
Likes: (At least five or six)
Dislikes: (At least five or six)
Dreams:
Fears: (At least three or four)
I've been around for a long, long year...
History: (At least two or three paragraphs)
Family: (Include Mother, Father, siblings, and pets if applicable)
Anything you'd like to add?
Family: (Include Mother, Father, siblings, and pets if applicable)
Anything you'd like to add?
Hope you guess my name...
Your name: Lucky
Parent of which characters: Neeva Tessler
Parent of which characters: Neeva Tessler
But what's puzzling you is the nature of my game...
(c) Poe & Realms of Fantasia
Lyrics (c) Guns N' Roses
Do not steal.
It's bad.
