O.O
Wow
She's... Wow
Amazing
Name:
My name is Rayne...
Nick name:
I get called Ray, Re, and Ra...
Super embarrassing nick name:
I get called Sun God. This is irrelevant to the topic, can we please continue?
Gender:
Female
Tell us about when she was mistaken for a guy:
WIP
Intersting.... What her most ridiculous fear:
A lady fears nothing but being caught a a scene of violence.
Waffles, Why does she hate them?:
Ugh, don't even get me started in the waffles. They are, a sticky, wet mess. The spaces in-between the holes are uneven, and they never come out square, they're always misshaped somehow. And the round ones have extra batter hanging off the edges.
When she was three she lost something important to her, What was it, what happened?:
Though it might not seem very significant, it still brings a tear to my eye. I lost my comb.
My grandmother had hand-crafted it, from seashells. She was quite the crafty dragon. She could rb you blind, that must be where I get THAT from. She was creative and.... ah, I stray off-topic. Well, my mother would comb my fur, every day, and then I would wear it behind my ear. But alas, it was often that I would engage in certain... sandy... activities with my peers. Sandcastling, digging, frolicking, there was no end. We needed a perfect topper fro the most beautiful sand castle we had ever built, and my comb was the perfect candidate. I slid it out from behind my ear, and set it upon the sand castle with care. We forgot about it, the tide came up, and there it went.
-sniffle-
She's was kind of a rebel teen...Why might that be?
Like I said, my grandmother was quite the pick-pocket. I got that from her through the gene pool, I suppose. I, like my grandmother, could steal from people right under their noses. While I was a teen, something compelled me to get whatever I wanted, and I used this skill to do just that. I had nothing in my childhood that made me do this, or anything too traumatic, so it was just plain old WANT and GREED. I got away with this all the time, until my grandfather caught onto my sham, and put a quick end to it.
She loves silver, but she's rather poor how does she end up getting it?
Well, it's not that hard, to be quite frank. As a teenager I robbed people blind, and silver was one of the many things I stole. Now, I paint it gold, and sell it on the black market as gold, for silver in return, I just do that over and over. I have one main buyer, and I promise, swear on my grandmother's grave, that I will pay him back the day before I die.
Why is she poor?
My parents had financial issues when I was in college, so I helped them out, now I scrabble to buy a decent meal, I still trust that they will pay me back, just like they promised.
What jewlery does she have?
WIP
What tramatic experience as a kid made her afraid of Crickets:
WIP
She likes the cold, Why?
I grew up on the seaside, so it was always sad when the cold came, because I could not swim, but that also meant the hot cocoa would come out of storage; the fire would be lit, and the aroma of burning wood would fill the house; snowflakes occasionally fell outside the window, and, best of all, the air smelled crystal clean, and beautifully clear. The cold brought vision through the haze that the heat sends down.
How'd she get those scars?
I.... fell out of a window...
I have three brothers! What do you expect?! When I wouldn't steal anything for them, or save some of my loot for them, they'd gang up on me. I always fought back, and I always got in trouble. Something about not knowing my own strength... I don't know... One time, I was sifting through some books I had taken from a bookstore, when my brothers broke my door down, and started picking a fight. I stood up, and they caught me by surprise. My room was small, and my window was open. I fell three stories into rose-bushes and gravel below. I got numerous cuts and bruises, but there were some deep cuts where my snout had slid along an entire rose-bush stem. I got up, shook it off, and wore bandages around my face for a couple months. The wounds wouldn't heal, and kept getting infected. Eventually I admitted defeat, and had hem stitched up. The cuts were already too bad to go away forever, so they scarred.
History
This is a WIP, but here are the main points:
- Grew up on seaside
- Spoiled by grandparents, so she was very close to them
- Inherited grandmother's pick-pocketing skills, which led to a rebellious teen
- Lots of arguments with her brothers as a result
- Parents made some bad investments, and were forced to sell their home when she went off to college
- Helped her parents out, which drove her into poverty
- People found out about her past, and discovered her pickpocketing, which forced her to move
- She now keeps her past and present very separate as a result
Personality
I'm the proper lady, with an odd mixed accent, who went through college and earned a couple of masters degrees in multiple subjects. I guess I'm a little OCD, and i'm very picky. I'm the one with a hidden background, because it runs her image, and who can't stand falsity. I don't share my emotions, but have a wide range of friends, in all varieties. I' the one who shudders at violence, and barfs at gore. I'm the one with no interest in athletics, and keeps an eye on the beauty around me.
But, in private, I watch horror movies as pass time, I walk in mud to get my paws dirty. I hold my battle scars with pride, and I laugh at other's misfortune. I will go hoe and cry into my pillow, beat the wall, scream at the top of my lungs, just to be composed the next day. I will tear through the woods at a million miles per hour, to see how high I can jump, or how far I can go. I will sing to the sky, and giggle at the small mistakes nature makes only to go up and fix them a second later.
Art
Other
Where did she grow up?
On the seashore, of course! Why else would I have sand-castled so often as a child?!
How old is she?
My birthday is February 4th, and I am 22.
Why does she get called "Sun God?"
She gets called "Sun God" because one of her normal nicknames is Ra [pronounced Rah], which is the name of the Egyptian sun god. It annoys her so much because (a) she is female, (b) she isn't really sunny... if you know what I mean, and (c) because it leans toward religion and beliefs, which she would rather just stay out of.
About her name
I chose to keep the name Rayne for her, because it just fits. When I think of Rayne, this is what pops into my head first, I associated Rayne with this JBD automatically.
WIP! CONSTRUCTION ZONE!
I may not have time for art, due to my incredibly busy schedule... <3 ^^" Hope you enjoy my form though!