OOC PLAYER
Name: Tasha
Age: 18
AIM & EMAIL: pathofexcess at gmail dot com, AIM syrenkah
Timezone: GMT
Availability: Most evenings, though I’ll be abroad (with um, as of yet unknown amounts of internet access) in August, which will make my timezone GMT+6
Experience (with links): I’m sorry, I’m a horrible newbie. But if you want to assess my writing quality I’ve written fic here: http://community.livejournal.com/pathofexcess/profile


IN CHARACTER
Full Name: Rachel Black
Age: 19
Played-By: Andi Muise
Appearance: She’s pretty in a ‘too tall, too skinny, don’t most girls have breasts?’ kind of way (the words of her last boyfriend, of course). And Rachel is tall, with a small bust and no curves to speak of. On the up side, she has long legs and no cellulite, so she can’t complain. Her skin is tanned, and her hair is an unusually – at least for a Quileute – light shade of chestnut brown, dead straight and long enough to brush around her shoulders. Her eyes are a very dark green, flecked with brown. She has a straight nose, high cheekbones and a sharp chin that juts out when she pouts. Her mouth is small, and her eyebrows are straight and dark. She usually dresses in loose and comfy clothes – in other words, she isn’t much of a girly girl.
Personality: Rachel is a girl furious at the world. She cares deeply about everyone and everything – has no idea how to do anything without throwing her whole self into it, really – and the fact that life isn’t fair and people get hurt drives her around the bend. She’s a got strong sense that someone should be going around and fixing everything the state of the world. There’s no point telling her that life just isn’t fair, because she’ll always answer by asking why someone isn’t doing something about it. She was the first to scream at her parents when she thought she or her siblings were getting a raw deal, and even today she’ll stand up for the underdog without a second thought. She’s very focused on helping other people; because of that, she doesn’t have much time to regret. She’s always stuck deep in the present and in her relationships with others.

Rachel does not take well to dealing with authority, simply because all the authority she’s seen in her life hasn’t fixed a damn thing. All in all, she’s headstrong, stubborn and too serious for her own good. She’s brave and loud (very, very loud), loyal to the point of insanity, intelligent and sharp, quick to lose her temper but just as quick to forgive. Rachel isn’t an easy or soft person, but she’s a person who loves others and that, at least, helps people put up with her.
History: Though Rachel was always, well, intense, her desire for some kind of justice in the world really comes from her mother’s death. It was quick death from illness, but difficult for their young family. Her father was forced to deal with three stubborn, grieving children – and Rachel certainly took grieving to a new level of tantrums and broken furniture. She had no idea how to deal with all her rage at the unfairness of it all. Eventually she channeled her anger towards something constructive, and focused on getting into Law school, while giving the tribe elders grief over everything and anything she thought needed changing.

She got her dream – but she found, as most people do, that her dream wasn’t quite like she’d expected. Always a bit too much of a loudmouth at school, she’d survived thanks to her father’s efforts to reign her in and the tolerance of her teachers. At college it was all different. She was expected to – gasp! - fit in. Law proved to be too restrictive and complex for a girl who always wanted to cut straight to the heart of a matter and solve things with raised voices and maybe a bit of well-placed blackmail. In her usual decisive way she abandoned the course and returned home, deciding that college just wasn’t for her and her aims would be better served by going a different route. It probably drove her family insane.

Rachel doesn’t think too much on her aborted law career, because she isn’t so big on regrets.
Family: Twin sister Rebecca, younger brother Jacob, deceased mother Sarah and father Billy Black.
Hobbies/Interests: Is annoying authority figures a hobby? XD Apart from that, Rachel loves to dance, though she’s had no formal training. She’s a brilliant swimmer too. She also has an embarrassingly strong love for (fast, expensive) cars, horror movies, and anything containing obscene amounts of spice.
Anything Else?: I haven’t written much about her relationship with Rebecca and Jacob, because I figure that’d be partly up to their players too. Hopefully that’s okay.


EXAMPLES
Journal Entry: I don’t want to kill Jacob. I just want to get the clear, okay? I think everyone knows I’m not so hot murder or capital punishment or whatever the fuck you want to call it. I just think the little jackass should learn not to run into a girl’s room at six in the morning because oh, I don’t know, she might be sleeping. I’d shout at him some more but my throat hurts and he’s run off with the Embry kid anyway, and like hell I’m running after him. I need my beauty sleep.

But seriously, does my room look like his room? At all? Even a little bit? How he did he get confused in the first place? Geez.

I swear, tomorrow I’m barricading my door with a chair.

Or possibly Jake’s head.

Thread/Third Person Post:

The rain hit fast, unexpectedly. It roared down in a torrent of water, hitting Rachel before she even had a chance to pull her hood over her face. She swore under her breath, tugging the hood up and squinting through the rush of rain. Jacob – the only one with a car at the moment – had been ordered in very specific terms to come pick her up at half past five. It was already six. Her charitable impulses were already failing her, and she was right about ready to throttle him the minute he showed his cheery head.

She looked around for cover, and decided to shelter under the boughs of a large tree. It seemed like a wise decision, until the thunder started. She rolled her eyes. “I’d even settle for hitchhiking,” she muttered to herself.

There was a rumble in the distance as a car approached.