Post by Rhia Marinello on Aug 2, 2012 21:25:24 GMT -5
Rhia Josephine Marinello
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I don't wanna be someone who walks away so easily. I'm here to stay and make the difference that I can make. Our differences they do a lot to teach us how to use the tools and gifts we got yeah, we got a lot at stake. And in the end, you're still my friend at least we did intend for us to work. We didn't break, we didn't burn. We had to learn how to bend without the world caving in. I had to learn what I've got, and what I'm not, and who I am.
Its Better To Be Loved Than Feared,
[/color][/font]but if you can't be loved, fear will do.
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Regrets Are About Decisions That you Know You Should Have Done Different.
[/color][/font]When crime busting is easier than your personal life, something has gone seriously wrong.[/center]
Sex[/color]: Female
Age[/color]: 32
Sexual Orientation[/color]: Pansexual
Ethnicity[/color]: Half African American, Half Caucasian
Member Group[/color]: Wereleopard
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We Bring Up The Pain In Pieces So We Can Look At it In Small Bites.
[/color][/font]If it can bleed me, eat me, or fuck me, I want to write about it.[/center]
Hair[/color]: Deep brown, almost black.
Height & Weight[/color]: 5' 7", 137lbs
Body Type[/color]: Athletic. Firm with defined muscles, except for a bit of a roundness to her belly.
Distinguishing Features[/color]: Pawprint branding on her lower back.
Animal Appearance[/color]: Rhia is a sleek black leopard with piercing green eyes. Her spots can be seen in the right light, looking almost blue in appearance. Her body is close to 6' long from nose to tail, standing almost 2' 6" tall.
Face Claim[/color]: Rosario Dawson
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If You Fear Nothing Then You Are Not Brave;
[/color][/font]You are merely too foolish to be afraid.[/i][/center]
Dislikes[/color]: The color pink, rude people, ignorance, Thai food, sleeping alone, being interrupted, seeing other people in pain, bigotry in any form, feeling lonely, being stuck with only the heel pieces of bread when she wants a sandwich.
Strengths[/color]: Loyal to a fault, strong will, high pain threshhold, tremendous self control.
Weaknesses[/color]: CAN NOT leave someone behind, has a tendency to overthink things, battles with depression.
Fears[/color]: Being held captive, forced into a vampire's subservience, dying without meaning or purpose.
Secrets[/color]: Rhia was held captive for over a year as a child at a "safehouse", is terrified of vampires because she is drawn to them even though she hates them, her depression goes a lot deeper than even she realizes.
Habits/Quirks[/color]: Twirls her hair around her right index finger when thinking, hums along with a song in her head, must ALWAYS use a bookmark, ADDICTED to mozzarella sticks, doesn't feel right unless she ends her day with a cup of coffee as she watches the sunset, doodles when bored or thinking, has to call her father once a week.
Overall Personality[/color]: Rhia is a genuinely jovial and playful person. She uses this lighter side of herself to battle the sadness inside that never seems to full go away. The beginning of her life was a rough road, and it colored her perceptions a bit. She can not stand to see an innocent caged, or held against their will. It calls to something deep inside of her, a part of her heart that has never truly healed.
She has a tendency to hold a grudge, especially against those who she sees as abusing their power over others. It infuriates her to see someone taking advantage of someone the deem as weak.
She loves to read, and though this is usually a singular hobby, loves being around people when she does so. Her favorite part of the day with her family was laughing as they snuggled up together, each with a book or activity of their own to keep themselves occupied. She cherished this time with her father and brother.
While her exterior is soft and kind, she has a quick and methodical mind. Everything she sees is noted and broken down into its separate part so that she can analyze it s; body language, tone, inflection. Most people, those who didn't know her and how her mind works, would see her as a lot less aware of her own surroundings.
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You Could Always Trust Jean-Claude To Survive. It Was One Of His Talents.
[/color][/font]I was almost sure it wasn’t one of Richard’s.[/center]
Rank[/color]: Dominant
Effect on Character[/color]: The skills or powers that Rhia has are nothing more than part of who she is. They have no bearing on her personality.
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You Told Him To Lie To Me, Iris.
[/color][/font]You told him to bring his little stripper friend, so I'd die in peace. He's a fucking fairy and fucking coffin bait to boot.[/center]
Mothers Name[/color]: Sharon Wilson (Deceased)
Fathers Name[/color]: Anton Wilson (Deceased) ; Adopted Father: James Marinello
Siblings[/color]: Anthony Marinello
Pets[/color]: none at the moment
Overall History[/color]:Rhia, unfortunately, remembers little of her birth family. The only thing she has from them that is concrete is their names on her no longer legal birth certificate. If she tries hard enough, she can see flashes of a woman smiling down at her, and a man bouncing her on his knee. These are the only images she has of them. Other images from her early childhood are quite a bit more disturbing.
She doesn't know how she got there, or how her parents died. Researching things later in life, her parents were recorded to have died in a car accident and she was sent to child services at 4. Where she ended up was far from a foster home. Her only memories from that time are blurred by fear and hunger. She was locked in a darkened room, though she could see rather well inside of it. She was much older than 4 while she was held inside those walls. She remembers her first true shift, terrified and alone, having no idea what was happening to her. Rhia has no idea how long she was held there, or how she got there in the first place. She doesn't have a clue how she was turned or by whom. The only thing she knows, the one thing she she complete faith in, is that her adopted father, James, saved her life.
James worked with a small group of other shifters to free as many people as they could from the so-called safehouses, get them new legal lives, and get them to their own kind. His ways were, well, less than legal, but he believed in his cause. His heart broke the moment that he opened the cell that Rhia had called home, and had to sedate her to get her out. It took him quite some time to get through to her, this girl that was more whimpering animal than human, but it was his love for her that truly set her free.
James was the Léoparde lionné of the Fierce Claws Pard of Southwest Florida. His home was about 10 acres of land, most of it Everglades swamp and forests, and was the place that Rhia's true life began. Her adopted brother, another rescue, and her Father brought her back from the brink and helped her both heal and grow. Suddenly, she was no longer alone. She had a pard to call her family as well.
Fierce Claws was a caring pard. They looked after one another, and James kept it that way. In this environment, Rhia thrived. One of her pardmates home schooled her, getting her back to her actual grade level, allowing her to go to public school with kids her own age. Rhia loved every moment of it. James used to joke that she didn't have a brain, but a sponge inside her head. Her love for learning grew so much, she took extra courses and graduated early, enrolling in Florida Gulf Coast University, so she could stay at home while she earned her degree.
She focused her studies on psychology and sociology, she earned her degree and took up a position in social work. The job itself was both rewarding and distressing at the same time. There were so many out there that she could help, and so many more that were beyond her reach. All the while, her powers and strengths grew with each passing moon as well as a strange restlessness deep within her bones.
And that is how Rhia's life progressed for the next 8 years, with the restlessness growing stronger each year. She worked and spent time with her pard and family. She had a few love affairs, most of which left her more lonely at the end of them then she was at the start. Nothing seemed to fill this empty space deep inside of her. The more she spoke to her father about it, the more she knew she had to go, as hard as that would be to do.
As much as she wanted to go, it took her quite a bit of time to work up to courage to do so. On her last night at home, she slept snuggled up with her father and brother for the last time, leaving early in the morning so they didn't see the tears in her eyes as she drove away from them.
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Is It Better To Outmonster The Monster or To Be Quietly Devoured?
[/color][/font]When you dance with the devil, you might as well be a devil who can give you your own corner of hell to rule.[/center]
Rhia sits quietly on the balcony of her new apartment, her feet crossed at the ankles and resting on the iron railings.She cups her hands around a mug of hot tea as she stares up into the starlit sky. This still was her most favorite part of the day, even though she was spending it alone. Her life had always meant being surrounded by her adopted family... her first pard. Even though it was her decision to leave, she missed them terribly and thought of them often. She was sure her father would get tired of her constant calls, though he would never tell her so. It was thoughts of them, her family, that still brought her out every evening around sunset.
She and James used to sit outside, sharing stories of their day as the sun sank in the sky and the stars came out, letting letting their light bathe them in a soft soft glow. Even in New Orleans, she still felt a touch of home when she did this. She places the mug down on the small table beside her, reaching her arms high above her head to stretch, smiling when she hears a pop coming from her lower back.
Maybe James wouldn't mind another quick call from his darling daughter.
She and James used to sit outside, sharing stories of their day as the sun sank in the sky and the stars came out, letting letting their light bathe them in a soft soft glow. Even in New Orleans, she still felt a touch of home when she did this. She places the mug down on the small table beside her, reaching her arms high above her head to stretch, smiling when she hears a pop coming from her lower back.
Maybe James wouldn't mind another quick call from his darling daughter.
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