Post by Rayne Faulkner on May 10, 2008 21:07:19 GMT -5
Name:
Rayne Angel Faulkner
Nicknames:
Ray-Ray, Angel, kid, honey, babe.
Code Name:
Shiva
Age:
23
Gender:
Female
Powers/Special Abilities:
Rayne is able to create invisible arms from her back area. These arms range in size and strength and at any one time Rayne has only created eight of the arms. The length of the arms differs in the amount of concentration in her powers. If she reaches her limit, she uses the arms to lift objects and hurl them. These arms can phase through solid objects, but also can be used as a shield if the palm is large enough and can just be seen by the air shimmering slightly around the area of the hand and its movement, plus they can be seen when covered with something. By touching someone, Rayne can draw in information by ways of the arm, a small nearing on telepathic ability gained by her arms being connected to her back. These arms often rip through the backs of shirts and jumpers Rayne may be wearing, but most of the time she puts on halter necks so this occurrence doesn’t happen often. On rare accounts have Rayne’s powers been shown to the public by means of thick liquid coming in contact with her arms, for they cannot phase through the molecules and showing the shape of her arm.
Appearance:
Personality:
Elements of her tomboyish attitude she had when she was younger still stay with her at twenty three, but all round Rayne is a strong willed, brave and slightly propane person. This doesn’t mean she is rude on all accounts. Rayne does have an air of generosity and loyalty which she doesn’t seem to show too much, but does have it deep down. Trusting yet slow to forgive, on a first encounter, Rayne does show her politeness first to the harmless, but in an encounter, she tends to act in a more dangerous manner. Summing it up, Rayne’s demeanour is mostly depending on the situation she is being faced with or her moods which tend to change quite a lot.
Hobbies:
Swimming, catching the sun, soccer on the beach.
History:
Rayne was born to half Spanish Wolfgang and Michelle Faulkner in California. She grew up in a not very well off household. Her mother who brought in nearly all of the money had walked out after a number of arguments Rayne was too young to remember, for her father was basically a hippie who had a fear of going out of the door brought on by name calling in the neighbourhood at his long hair and tie dye shirt and sandals. Rayne grew up a certain daddy’s girl on the money they had. Even though not living on enough, they managed between the two to make the best of it by spending their evenings reading up on star signs and tarot card reading.
Rayne hardly attended school, and missed out on a lot. Her father began to get letters about her attendance, but after Rayne swayed him into believing school was doing nothing for her and she was being bullied. Of course, this was not the case, because like her father, she was a mutant .In their back garden, they would train together and at the same time train each other. They both had the same athletes build and could move around easily. Rayne would often visit Cali’s beaches and have a kick around by herself with a soccer ball or swim in the sea. Rayne discovered her powers a few months into being a teenager when reaching for a soda can, when it lifted without her wishing it would.
At first, she was unsure about the strange rip in the back of her shirt, but this was no shock to her dad. Roughly the same time, he had discovered his own powers of flight, aided by a pair of huge wings spreading from his shoulder blades outwards, hidden under overly baggy shirts. Relieved at this, Rayne began training her powers. Thinking it as a good idea, her father began teaching her two languages he did. His appearance may not show it, but Wolfgang was a clever man. Rayne started learning both French and Spanish as well as continuous concentrating on her powers, producing longer and more powerful arms.
Bills piled on the mats, and both of them realized it was soon before they were going to be kicked out. Somehow, by working at home and Rayne enrolling in a number of different jobs they had kept the house, and sold it, getting a small run down flat on an estate. By this time, Rayne was swiftly turning into a young woman, and started paying for clothes and haircuts, soon investing in makeup. Realizing this, at first it was hard for her father, who was scared of losing his daughter. Again, it was tough coming to terms that Rayne was soon going to leave for her own way in life; he slowly let go, beginning to face his fears of going outside. Rayne told him, that because of his language skills, he could teach English students, and Spanish and French children. It took two years for him to settle in a job, and by that time Rayne was twenty.
After two years of scraping together qualifications, Rayne set up a job in teaching French children English, she decided against settling down, instead buying a car and travelling around the world. This was soon stopped when her father contacted her and told her that he too had wanted that future, but it ended in the way he was. Feeling as if her dreams had been crushed, Rayne sought after an apartment in New York, teaching older students languages and travelling most of the time, if not clubbing in the city.
Role Playing Sample:
--Two years ago--
It was her twenty first birthday. Dad had given her some money to buy her first drink. Soon after that, it would be her first car. Of course, she would always give some back to her dad, for he fought for her in court for the right to keep her when she was only young, and he had brought her up. Wherever her mom was now, she didn’t really care. She had her hair swept up into a straightened ponytail, and her fringe had been carefully straightened, she was wearing makeup and her new clothes she had been saving for. If she was twenty one, she wanted to look the part too.
As she neared the shop, there were a number of men in the alleyway, obviously drunken idiots. Unfortunately, she had to cross the alley to get to the shop. Well, if she had to fight, she would. Strutting across the opening, one slid in front of her, stinking of alcohol. “Hey…” His voice sounded as if someone was having tight hold of his voice box. Looking at him, Rayne stared into his dazed expression with her own undisturbed one. “Guess what babe.” Rayne folded her arms, waiting to throttle him with her powers. “What.” Another from the group staggered up to her, resting a hand on her shoulder, catching his breath. He smelt putrid. Stepping back, relieving herself from his weight as he staggered forward. Smirking, she stood as he gathered whatever wits he had. “We jus…Jus got barred from…” His face blanched. Rayne backed away another step. “That shop.”
Now, slightly pissed off, Rayne began to turn, met with yet another. Though, this was more handsome, and he looked pretty sober to her, as if he hadn’t participated in this drinking. Odd, to be hanging about with these louts. “Sorry.” He said. Rayne shook her head. “You’re the one who at least has some sense.” Turning back to the men, who called her ‘babe’, unfurled his fingers from a wad of notes. As Rayne counted, she noticed there was a lot of money there. Raising her eyebrows, she waited. “Buy us a drink wont ya?”
Rayne took no chances. Her and her dad were always tight for money, and she needed it. Feeling slightly sorry for the good looking one, she lifted her hand and snatched the notes. By the wallet held tightly in his other hand, there was plenty more where that was from. Drunk, witless and fairly rich. Turning away, she slid inside she shop as the men stared after, startled. The only ones finding it amusing being her and the alert one. She strolled around the store, lifting up some champagne and opening her palm of the green and paying for it. As she sauntered out of the shop, she was met with the men once again. “Gimme that back missy.” Sighing, she released an arm from her back which shoved the man back. The alert one stirred, standing upright abruptly. Giving them no chance to catch her, she walked off, clutching the money and the champagne close to her chest.
X-Men; Brotherhood; Neutral:
Neutral
Other
Rawer?
Rayne Angel Faulkner
Nicknames:
Ray-Ray, Angel, kid, honey, babe.
Code Name:
Shiva
Age:
23
Gender:
Female
Powers/Special Abilities:
Rayne is able to create invisible arms from her back area. These arms range in size and strength and at any one time Rayne has only created eight of the arms. The length of the arms differs in the amount of concentration in her powers. If she reaches her limit, she uses the arms to lift objects and hurl them. These arms can phase through solid objects, but also can be used as a shield if the palm is large enough and can just be seen by the air shimmering slightly around the area of the hand and its movement, plus they can be seen when covered with something. By touching someone, Rayne can draw in information by ways of the arm, a small nearing on telepathic ability gained by her arms being connected to her back. These arms often rip through the backs of shirts and jumpers Rayne may be wearing, but most of the time she puts on halter necks so this occurrence doesn’t happen often. On rare accounts have Rayne’s powers been shown to the public by means of thick liquid coming in contact with her arms, for they cannot phase through the molecules and showing the shape of her arm.
Appearance:
Personality:
Elements of her tomboyish attitude she had when she was younger still stay with her at twenty three, but all round Rayne is a strong willed, brave and slightly propane person. This doesn’t mean she is rude on all accounts. Rayne does have an air of generosity and loyalty which she doesn’t seem to show too much, but does have it deep down. Trusting yet slow to forgive, on a first encounter, Rayne does show her politeness first to the harmless, but in an encounter, she tends to act in a more dangerous manner. Summing it up, Rayne’s demeanour is mostly depending on the situation she is being faced with or her moods which tend to change quite a lot.
Hobbies:
Swimming, catching the sun, soccer on the beach.
History:
Rayne was born to half Spanish Wolfgang and Michelle Faulkner in California. She grew up in a not very well off household. Her mother who brought in nearly all of the money had walked out after a number of arguments Rayne was too young to remember, for her father was basically a hippie who had a fear of going out of the door brought on by name calling in the neighbourhood at his long hair and tie dye shirt and sandals. Rayne grew up a certain daddy’s girl on the money they had. Even though not living on enough, they managed between the two to make the best of it by spending their evenings reading up on star signs and tarot card reading.
Rayne hardly attended school, and missed out on a lot. Her father began to get letters about her attendance, but after Rayne swayed him into believing school was doing nothing for her and she was being bullied. Of course, this was not the case, because like her father, she was a mutant .In their back garden, they would train together and at the same time train each other. They both had the same athletes build and could move around easily. Rayne would often visit Cali’s beaches and have a kick around by herself with a soccer ball or swim in the sea. Rayne discovered her powers a few months into being a teenager when reaching for a soda can, when it lifted without her wishing it would.
At first, she was unsure about the strange rip in the back of her shirt, but this was no shock to her dad. Roughly the same time, he had discovered his own powers of flight, aided by a pair of huge wings spreading from his shoulder blades outwards, hidden under overly baggy shirts. Relieved at this, Rayne began training her powers. Thinking it as a good idea, her father began teaching her two languages he did. His appearance may not show it, but Wolfgang was a clever man. Rayne started learning both French and Spanish as well as continuous concentrating on her powers, producing longer and more powerful arms.
Bills piled on the mats, and both of them realized it was soon before they were going to be kicked out. Somehow, by working at home and Rayne enrolling in a number of different jobs they had kept the house, and sold it, getting a small run down flat on an estate. By this time, Rayne was swiftly turning into a young woman, and started paying for clothes and haircuts, soon investing in makeup. Realizing this, at first it was hard for her father, who was scared of losing his daughter. Again, it was tough coming to terms that Rayne was soon going to leave for her own way in life; he slowly let go, beginning to face his fears of going outside. Rayne told him, that because of his language skills, he could teach English students, and Spanish and French children. It took two years for him to settle in a job, and by that time Rayne was twenty.
After two years of scraping together qualifications, Rayne set up a job in teaching French children English, she decided against settling down, instead buying a car and travelling around the world. This was soon stopped when her father contacted her and told her that he too had wanted that future, but it ended in the way he was. Feeling as if her dreams had been crushed, Rayne sought after an apartment in New York, teaching older students languages and travelling most of the time, if not clubbing in the city.
Role Playing Sample:
--Two years ago--
It was her twenty first birthday. Dad had given her some money to buy her first drink. Soon after that, it would be her first car. Of course, she would always give some back to her dad, for he fought for her in court for the right to keep her when she was only young, and he had brought her up. Wherever her mom was now, she didn’t really care. She had her hair swept up into a straightened ponytail, and her fringe had been carefully straightened, she was wearing makeup and her new clothes she had been saving for. If she was twenty one, she wanted to look the part too.
As she neared the shop, there were a number of men in the alleyway, obviously drunken idiots. Unfortunately, she had to cross the alley to get to the shop. Well, if she had to fight, she would. Strutting across the opening, one slid in front of her, stinking of alcohol. “Hey…” His voice sounded as if someone was having tight hold of his voice box. Looking at him, Rayne stared into his dazed expression with her own undisturbed one. “Guess what babe.” Rayne folded her arms, waiting to throttle him with her powers. “What.” Another from the group staggered up to her, resting a hand on her shoulder, catching his breath. He smelt putrid. Stepping back, relieving herself from his weight as he staggered forward. Smirking, she stood as he gathered whatever wits he had. “We jus…Jus got barred from…” His face blanched. Rayne backed away another step. “That shop.”
Now, slightly pissed off, Rayne began to turn, met with yet another. Though, this was more handsome, and he looked pretty sober to her, as if he hadn’t participated in this drinking. Odd, to be hanging about with these louts. “Sorry.” He said. Rayne shook her head. “You’re the one who at least has some sense.” Turning back to the men, who called her ‘babe’, unfurled his fingers from a wad of notes. As Rayne counted, she noticed there was a lot of money there. Raising her eyebrows, she waited. “Buy us a drink wont ya?”
Rayne took no chances. Her and her dad were always tight for money, and she needed it. Feeling slightly sorry for the good looking one, she lifted her hand and snatched the notes. By the wallet held tightly in his other hand, there was plenty more where that was from. Drunk, witless and fairly rich. Turning away, she slid inside she shop as the men stared after, startled. The only ones finding it amusing being her and the alert one. She strolled around the store, lifting up some champagne and opening her palm of the green and paying for it. As she sauntered out of the shop, she was met with the men once again. “Gimme that back missy.” Sighing, she released an arm from her back which shoved the man back. The alert one stirred, standing upright abruptly. Giving them no chance to catch her, she walked off, clutching the money and the champagne close to her chest.
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Neutral
Other
Rawer?
