Recent Content by RayneWolvesbane

Rachel smiled at the reaction of the jumpy boy, his ashtonishment making her laugh. The boy with the deep voice smiled as well. Could it have been the moment wehre both voices met with a clarity in each other's distintive tomber? She smiled broadly to herself, memorizing each of the men's voices. She took in their characteristics, the frightened boy's hesitation with each syllable and the low rumble of the second man's voice. She steped on the table and put her foot on a chair that was fighting with her. She took a seat on it, the chair sinking under her foot just far enough so that she could sit on it. 'Knock it off.' She told it in her head, the chair reluctantly receeded to the floor. She looked up at the voice of the teacher and smirked, laughing inwardly. It didn't scare her, in fact, from previous rumors, it seemed quite normal. She looked up to the cat, raising an eyebrow when he turned into a human. 'Well, I should have expected that...' She told herself, listening closely to his voice, slightly melodic. She smiled and looked away from them, feeling as if she was beginning to stare.

Lol. That's pretty much how all rp's are. The second one at least. xD

Dude, When have I ever cared about stereotypes. Lol. Go with it bro! x3 And I honestly don't mind.... Not at all.

Lol, x3 What's up boi? I'm glad I'm back too. Bet you weren't expecting me to be Little red. XD It's all good, just don't forget my you silly...

Rachel felt the motor of her Honda ST1300 shudder to a stop underneath her, pulling the keys out of the ignition. She grabbed her two bags, and swung her leg over the side, standing up while slinging a bag over her shoulder. She leaned over her bike and put a lock onto the bike making sure that her bike was stable. She took off her helmet and ran a hand through her curly hair. She hung the helmet on the handle bars and turned to face the school. She was late, really late. She sighed and walked through the school to the large doors of the school. She weaved her way to her dorm, fumbled with the door key and tossed her stuff onto the bed, not even taking the time to enter into the room. She fumbled with her schedule and skimmed it quickly. “Magic Class?…. Where is that?†She asked herself, beginning to feel her head spin. ‘Great, late and lost…’ She pulled of the map and searched, finally finding the class room. She began running to the classroom, her footsteps echoed through the empty hall way. She walked past the scene where many students and teachers had gathered and even though it sparked her interest, she shook off her desire to investigate. She finally found the classroom and walked in, her eyes assessing the absent teacher and floating things made her sigh out, a slight relief filled her body. “Great, all of that worry for nothing.†She didn’t take any notice of anyone in the room right away, but her eyes looked onto a rather jumpy kid and a rather large kid sitting on a chair that looked rather reluctant to be still. “Hello…â€

Hey, that friend was me. :3 Lol Woot! xD We sound... alright.... I just don't like my Nani. XD

Puppeteer: {RayneWolvesbane}
Name: {Rachel}
Former Self: {Red Riding Hood}
Gender: {Female}
Age: {17}
Race: {Human}
Student/Teacher/Staff: {Student}
Personality: {Friendly, a bit on the push over side, but she has a bite. She doesn't take well to people using her, but she's up for anything. She is tired of people saying she gets distracted easily and telling her that she'll never be good enough. She doesn't take kindly to snide people and is usually fun to be around. She is a bit more curious that she should be and likes to explore. Sometimes, that gets her into trouble....}
Picture I.D.: {http://i232.photobucket.com/albums/ee224/Demonic_darkwolf/untitled-3-1.jpg}
Brief History: {At a young age, her father forced her to use the only ‘real’ talent she had. Singing was her life, day in and day out her father made her sing for hours, making her perform for people everywhere. She lost all of her world, every good thing taken away from her, but her mother saw this pain in her daughter. She fought and fought Rachel’s father many of times until they divorced. Before her father took custody of her and continued his money making scheme, her mother gave her a red dress, saying that it belonged to her grandmother. Then she left her. When her father met a blonde bimbo to replace his ‘selfish’ ex, Rachel did everything in her power to get sent away. So she came up with an idea to get rid of the awful woman. It didn’t work. She ended up destroying their winter cabin and was thrown out, despite her father’s pleads to keep his money maker. But the woman refused, sending her to the place where ‘freaks’ ruled. Grimm’s academy… }
Likes: {Music and Singing, despite her father’s horrid behavior, the Piano, the woods, talking to people and is absolutely in love with strawberries.}
Dislikes: {Frilly Pink Dresses, the Heat, falling, Bring Pressured, and has a strange hatred of Doughnuts. }
Weapon of Choice: {Small contraption that she built herself for hunting small game that fires small darts.}
Magic Abilities: {Lightning Darts: When she needs it, the little contraption that she uses for hunting doubles as a channel for lightning dart.
Healing Cast: A small amount of healing for minor cuts and bruises.
Keen Sight: She has a very handy ability to sense and track, seeing things that many people look over.
Mimic: She can copy anyone’s voice. Anyone’s. It doesn’t matter who. She can hear it once and bam, she has it down. She uses this one more for mischief….}
Theme Song: {http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ba1UFP186F8 ((Change it to a girl saying this and you’re good. ^^))}
Other: {Ok, she never goes into detail why, but she loves to hunt and mimic bird calls. While she never felt good enough for her father, she isn’t a quiet hidden in the shell person put out to be. }

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