STRYKER, Rachel Jane

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{RACHEL JANE STRYKER}

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NAME ;; Rachel Jane Stryker
AGE ;; 21 // Appears 17
SPECIES ;; Human/Vampire Hybrid
GENDER ;; Female
SEXUALITY ;; Bisexual
SPECIAL ABILITY ;; Supernatural Awareness
Rachel tends to have a good awareness of when vampires and werewolves are near to her. Their presence makes her feel slightly uneasy, prompting her to often become agitated and want to escape; the older the creature, the stronger the effect they will have on her. The only exception to this is her father, as she is desensitized to him. Rachel has as of yet not discovered this ability, but will slowly be working towards identifying it moreso.

HAIR DESCRIPTION ;; Rachel's hair is naturally jet black, and tends to grow quickly due to her species. It is currently growing out to hang at approximately three feet long.
EYE DESCRIPTION ;; Rachel has relatively deep-set eyes, coupled with a dark blue colour inherited through her father's genes. In a strong light they may appear lighter, though Rachel tends to avoid this out of a preference for the dark.
BODY DESCRIPTION ;; Rachel has a fairly regular, healthy body type, not thin but not overweight either, and she tends to dress in dark colours to compliment her pale skin. Due to the vampire half in her, she has flawless skin and almost unnatural beauty; her eyelids are naturally a pale violet colour and cheeks near-constantly flushed. Rachel stands at five feet and four inches exactly.
PLAY BY ;; Amy Lee

FULL PERSONALITY ;;

Rachel's biggest flaw is perhaps that she expects nobody to expect anything from her or to make early assumptions on her character. She's her own kind; though she can't exactly tell anyone that, it's almost as if she expects them to guess; ironically, her biggest fear is their ability to do just that. She despises people who stereotype, and may or may not go out of her way just to prove them wrong. Rachel trusts her gut an extraordinary amount, almost excessively so, but doing so never failed her. Trusting her gut kept her away from vampires for the first twenty or so years of her life. Rachel is, however, unfailingly loyal when - and if - she finds someone she's willing to put out for. She'd go to the end of the world to help a friend, given that she believes she can trust them . Trust, for Rachel, is a bit of a sore point. She doesn't trust easily and when she does, it's like a mirror: it can be fixed when broken, but there'll always be a crack. A very wide, obvious crack...

Rachel considers family loyalty above all things; granted, she never really had anyone to trust other than her father. So, for her, family meant her father. It meant that one person with whom she could laugh about being a vampire, without worrying he'd get her mental advice, run away or need to be killed. Rachel never understood what it was like to be betrayed by a family member and thus trusts her own family - her father - beyond anyone. She still remembers her mother, too, though Rachel only has memories passed down to her through her father and the one sight of the woman, nearly dead.

She's not the kind of person who likes to be tied down, though. Even through her loyalty, Rachel was quick to get out on her own, away from Daddy's protective wings, and try to make her own way. She's quite an indepedent kind of person; having to rely on anyone irritates her to no end. Especially when that someone is a foreign vampire. Even when she is uneasy in a situation, Rachel tends to act as if she's perfectly at home; only those who know her reasonably well would notice the far-off look in her eyes, or the way she fidgeted with the bottom hem of her corset; they wouldn't see her sticking her thumbs in her pocket and leaning against a wall as a high sign of discomfort. Mostly this would happen in a situation where vampires are in close proximity.

Rachel's biggest secret is of course her half-vampirism. She knows that certain humans would, quite literally, kill to be what she is; though no human alone could ever harm her, she knows that the dangers of having her secret life exposed to them. History books tell stories of even humans being burnt for vampirism and being witches. Rachel occasionally has the lust for human blood, and the blood running through her own veins makes her vulnerable to vampires. When she chooses to abstain from drinking blood, as she does not like the taste of animals, and human blood is usually not readily available, Rachel must find an alternative source of iron, and flourescent lights hurt her eyes.

FAMILY ;; Her father Michael is believed to be the only living family she has. She does not know her father's sire, Gloria.
BIRTH DATE ;; 3rd February, 1989
CURRENT DWELLING ;; Volterra; soon to change.
HISTORY ;;

In a small cottage outside the southern Canadian city of Winnipeg, a half-vampire by the name of Rachel sifted through boxes from years passed. Recently she had turned twenty-one, and as such, felt a certain urge to return home to the house her father had left to her. She knew where she was - he would be north of here, exploring the cooler parts of Canada solo. When she'd turned eighteen, he'd contacted her and left the house to her - an old Victorian-era home that was completely unknown by the nearest council, if it could even be considered near. She'd been born here. Her mother had... Died. Here. Her scent still lingered, as did the stronger scent of her father. Rachel sighed, pulling an old, dusty photo album free from the hold of the box.

Her first day at school. Human school. She'd been fifteen, physically. Not the best entrance, either - on her first day, she'd beaten a boy black and blue because he told her she was pretty. Rachel grinned. She'd told the incident to make herself look, almost, like the victim, by 'exagerrating' the boy's role... At least she'd been able to keep her teeth to herself! Her father had homeschooled her before these years, and school was a new experience for her... She'd grown much faster than other children, both physically and mentally, and as such had moved about a lot, changing schools. It'd never really gotten to her - she made friends easily enough, and had even had a few boyfriends over the years. Nothing major, but at least she never caused them any serious harm...

Now that she was older, Rachel knew the whole truth – she was more alike others than she had ever believed. Yes, she did have a mother, and a father as well. But, unlike other children, her father was a vampire. It had been hard to believe when she'd first found out, having been taught in the various schools she that these beings did not exist. Her mother... Had not lived to see a breath of such a small child. Rachel's memory was as clear as her blue eyes. Her first steps, her first word; unlike other children, she remembered... Her hands quickly shoved away the school photos, stashing them discreetly underneath the brown cover of another album.

And then, of course, even when she'd been considered old enough to be trusted with her father's secret, it had been hard keeping it quiet. At first it had scared her, but slowly she grew to realise just how lucky she was to be in this situation. Now she knew why her father's skin was so hard, and why he was so strong – how well he could protect her. And, she knew why she was so strong. She'd never lost a single arm-wrestle, even against the strongest of the boys at her school. When you're that strong, you tend to end up as 'one of the boys' - she'd played informal games of rugby, soccer and even basketball alongside them.

Everything seemed to make sense. Slowly, but surely. Rachel smiled in reminiscence... She was not as different as she had always believed – her rapid growth was caused by what her father was, and her mother had given her life for Rachel's survival. Every moment, the girl knew she had to be grateful for her mother's sacrifice. And Rachel had vowed to do well in her life, to enjoy it...

Meeting Alec had been a major turning point in her life, where she'd finally met with the creatures her father had warned her away from. And, for good reason. She spent months in that place while, surrounded by vampires, her sanity slowly ebbed away. She eventually decided to join these monsters, though her own desire to be with them was little. It was merely a survival tactic. But it meant life became better for her. Yes, she had that lingering loyalty - due to the Volturi's special talents influencing her - but there were bonds much stronger...

YOUR NAME & AGE ;; Sarz, 16
HOW DID YOU FIND US? ;; Snape.
SAMPLE POST ;;

Alec certainly looked dangerous; Rachel knew well enough by now to take his unreadable stare as a warning sign. He was difficult to read, but she didn't doubt the danger in his eyes. Eyes stared with care, fingers curled slightly, not quite claws but instead ready to reach and grab, or perhaps even tear. Ears ready to anticipate his movements, and body poised for his strike. His hiss was her warning, and Rachel leapt sideways, remaining on the ground though it seemed unnatural. Her body remained low, always moving and watching, listening, as the door slammed suddenly shut. Instincts took care of tracing his movements, watching where he'd been and gauging where he'd be. With speed greatly weakened, surely some advantage could come here. Vampires certainly had weaknesses. Somewhere. Lips curled back into a fierce snarl; Rachel felt herself becoming deeply involved in this battle and forgetting the fact that it was simply Alec she was fighting - Alec, who was not allowed to do her any serious harm. Yes, she'd sustain injuries, being about half as durable as venom-induced vampirism, but Aro would be displeased should he kill her. The fact was lost from consciousness.

The girl threw herself forward, knowing he was rearward of her. Her footing was steady, but the girl knew he was coming, knew he was faster. The predator's hand reached around her shoulder, and a sharp tug of her hair jerked her head back, if only slightly - he was already on her back. And Rachel was going to have another bruise, though his touch was relatively light, when compared to the first day she'd been here and found herself almost strangled. Rachel's body was still. Breathing slow and steady, Rachel attempted to still her heartbeat. Cool air brushed her wind, and she heard his quiet words.

Too slow.

She knew he was Alec, but the name made no connection in her mind with the same person Aro had ordered to train her. Rachel made to grab at the boy, though stopped once more as he was already standing in front of her again by the time her frozen limbs moved. Teeth were bared, slightly apart as if she were apart as if she was preparing to bite into flesh. The absense of fangs tended to prove itself a disadvantage at times. Alec leapt towards her once more; in the same moment, Rachel was no longer on the ground. Her body seemed weightless. The halfy took her most instinctive pathway - up. The ground had never quite been her playground. Wild, half-curled hair hung down behind her as fingers gripped the bricks for just a moment, before using the wall as a springboard of sorts and throwing herself to the roof. There, clinging to the slight footholds of the overly textured roof, Rachel hissed at the boy.

Wild. Complety untamed. Rachel's face looked more like the Dracula of a little girl's nightmares than simple half-goth. Her unnaturally blue eyes were struck with terror. Lingering for a moment, the girl didn't wish to give Alec any time to reach her, and so again she was in motion. Gravity carried her to the wall, her target. Alec's words rung all too clear in her mind. 'You might want to be careful that when you play with fire you don’t get burned'. There was a way in which her body was stronger than his. His one weakness. Her fingers gripped a wooden pole, topped with flame, and ripped it from its position on the wall. The heat was comfortable a foot from her face, and Rachel dropped to the ground once more, clutching the torch in her right hand as if her life depended on it. The fire was pointed away from her, Rachel's back to the wall.

Come and get me. The violent thoughts screamed in her head, glaring around the room to find Alec once more. A torch in her hand caused Rachel to feel empowered, as if she had an actual chance of winning this fight, even with the lack of vampiric talent. Rachel was not willing to give in to him, not willing to give up the blood gushing through her veins, not allowing for it to mix with his venom.

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