AMMADON,Raelyn

[Raelyn Ammadon ♥]

•• are you a GOOD witch

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,or are you a BAD witch in disguise?[/size]

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•• baptized with a perfect name[/size][/font]
, the doubting one by heart alone without himself[/size][/center]

full name;;Raelyn Emily Ammadon
nicknames;; Rae.
age/birthday;; December 12.
occupation;;Jack McAllisters right hand woman.
element;; Fire.
sexual orientation;;Straight.
distinguishing features;;Her startling crystal eyes, and plump lips. For a witch, she has frighteningly pale skin and she almost looks as if she could break in half. But dont let that fool you. She's tougher than your average bodybuilder, and can take you down without a seconds thought.
face claim;;Kat Dennings

•• war between him and the day

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, need someone to blame in the end little he can do alone[/size][/center]

When around the people she cares about, Rae is overprotective, and maybe even possessive. She has a bloodthirsty rage when it come to battle, and she'll try everything she can to defeat the one thats threatening her, and the ones she cares about. Towards strangers, Rae seems standoff-ish and rude. But thats only because she doesn't particularly like people in general. Whether they be Vampires, Demons, or Humans, Rae could careless. To the nightworld, she is neutral. Its a known fact that Rae attracts Witches. Whether it be because of he personality, who knows. the girl has often been compared to a Vixen, because of her firey temper, and flaming hair.

So yes, her temper. Rae's a short fuse. When pissed off, she goes total a-wall, and it takes a while to get her to calm down. She calls it her 'Berserk' mode. Towards enemies, and people who threaten her, she accesses her one track mind, and everything else disappears. Her anger escalates to all three forms: First strike, she's extremely verbal. Second Strike: It becomes mental;she likes to dig deep within ones brain, and catch them off guard that way. And if you really, truly, piss her off, she becomes physical and violent. Rae also has a sexual nature, too. Since she was basically captive in her own house for so long, she seeks the need to explore, and try new things. Because she only spent little time in her home country, the italian accest she once had, is long gone.

Around the people she knows, she's a jubilant soul. She has a firecracker sense of humor, and sometimes, she's pretty perverted, as well.

When it comes back down to herself, alot of thinks make her happy. After a long day of work, and drunken men, a nice, warm, bubble bath always lifts her spirits. And since she's so attuned with fire, she's always burning candles around the house. She uses those, instead of electricity half the time. Rae also likes the smell of matches, although she never really understood why. They just carry a lovely scent. To wrap up all of that, she has a guilty pleasure for nicotine. She always has at least a pack or two of Camel Frosts wandering around her apartment.

To counter what makes her happy, some things just completely rub her the wrong way. One example, is ignorance. Because she grew up in the confinements of her parents home, she detests ignorance. Its likely that they had a better life than she did, and she hates to see people waste opportunities in life. Self-Centered, egotistical maniacs grind her gears as well. And even though she loves her job, she hates when the men grab at her. They at least need permission first, right? She also can't stand cocky attitudes. You know, the ones who think their god, and insist she's a damsel in distress? Yeah. Those kind. So, cocky people can go take a hike. Although, it can be sexy on the right man, as long as he doesn't let his head get shoved too far up his arse. And she hates when people don't think she can take care of herself.

•• never-fading rain in your heart

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, the tears of snow-white sorrow caress the one[/size][/center]

hometown;;Chicagoo.
family;;
Mother>> Ivrian Ammadon
Father>> William Ammadon

Rae was a small child when she joined the Coven. At the ripe age of 12. There, she was trained to use her magick in ways that she never thought possible. There, she met her best friend, Odette as soon as she joined the Coven's organization. Together, a fire and an air witch can probably do the most damage to the place. The duo was known for their breaking of things in their rooms, completely destroying one of them.

Rae loves her magick. Without it, she feels unarmed, and naked. As a powerful fire witch at the young age of twenty-two, she was placed under Jack's care. With him at her side, Rae was capable of anything. Being an only child, Jack to her was like an older brother. The only parent alive that Raelyn has is her mother. Her father was killed tracking down member of the Duskoff, being captured, tortured, and killed.

Even though she felt bad for her mother, Rae felt even more compassion for her best friend. Odette, just learning how to work her magick, overheard the entire thing, so intense, as if she were in the room performing the killing herself.

Thomas Monahan, the Covens leader kept a close eye on Rae. Realizing she was a spitfire, and harnessed her magick well, he placed her on Jack's team; third in a line of many of the Coven Hunters. The Coven hunters job is to hunt down the weakest of the Duskoff. Since Rae likes action so much, she warmed up to her team, and soon learned the ways of the hunter. She's quick, she's stealthy, and her efforts haven't gone unnoticed.

•• the hiding amaranth in a land

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strengths;;Rae is intuitive. When her gut tells her something, usually, she follows. And normally, she's always right. Physically, she's quick on her feet, and wields an immense form of agility. In a fight, she might also have the upper hand, because she has a way of bedazzling her enemies before she strikes. That would be considered a strength, right?

weaknesses;;She's not so great with people. At times, she can be vulgar, and rude. People have a hard time approaching this vixen, because of her off standish personality. Physical weaknesses include: Not being able to fight with heavy objects. She might be fast, but she isn't very strong. Rae wants to be trained in this area. She also has a weakness for air element witches. And, of course, she might follow her gut, but she never follows her heart.

likes;;
,movies
,fighting
,jack
,magick
,odette
,causing trouble
dislikes;;
.x beer
.x pictures
.x know it alls
.x pink
.x birds

weapons;;Rae's magick isn't her only weapon. Just incase something were to happen to her powers, say, someone or something tapped them/drained them, Rae carries around with her a silver dagger, with black, intricate filigree designing on the hilt.

magick;; Since she's a fire witch, all her powers are of fire nature.

-Healing
-Empathy
-Able to wield fire in any form.

But, of course, all powers used come with a price.

- When she heals, it completely drains her.
- When Rae taps into other peoples emotions [though, she mostly picks up on fire hot passion], if she's in tuned for too long, its hard to readjust herself, and her own emotions.
-She can call fire at will, but if theres no heat in the immediate area she has a harder time producing it.

•• untouched hearing voices

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, of the never-fading calling[/size][/center]

your name/alias;;Alina
years rping;; Six years.
where'd you find us?;;-ahem-
who else do you play;;Not YET.
rp sample;;

She'd hardly heard him. His voice was barely a whisper to her. Although, she did feel as though she were slipping away, the angel, and devil inside her head fought valiantly. She wasn't in shock. No, that wasn't it. She was just simply mind boggling. Images of Aphrodite's broken and battered body lain down across the floor, in fleshy pieces. What the hell had she done in her mind? Well. She killed off Aphrodite, thats what. The girl really ground her gears. And then she smelt it. His fragrance. The scent was mixed, really. Old spice, Rose, and... what was that other ingredient? His natural smell.

She scoffed in her mind. She was so freaking poetic, it was sickening. For only knowing the lad a day, she was already ready to fall under his spell. But he seemed to genuinely care for her. And whether or not she wanted to fall in love so quickly, well. It wasn't up to her mind. Because her heart had already decided for her. I guess thats just how crazy people are. You find a kindred spirit, and stick with it.

It was plain for all to see. They had chemistry. And he'd come in, and broken her out. But, did she want to stay? Or did she want to leave? She figured she had no choice but to take the latter. He'd come for her, after all. She sighed gently, smelling the familiar smoke of Marlboro Reds. God, he also knew how to snap her back to reality? Surely, this was a joke. Another one of her drunken hallucinations. Though she wasn't drunk. Not by a long shot. She felt lips grace her own, and the words "Wake up, sleeping beauty."

Slowly, but surely, the image of Aphrodite's tattered and beaten body, faded to black in her wonderland. No longer was she a killer, she was Deidra. Deidra Lynn Blackwood. She found herself curled up into a tight ball in the corner of the cement room. She thought it was metal, and was appointed wrong. The feel of the walls was grainy, harsh. Nothing smooth like metal. He shook her, his hand engulfed her slender arm. Her flesh was lost in a sea of a strong, oversized hand.

Still blank eyes found his. There wasn't much light, but she could sense that they were there. Crazy intuition, yes? Dei herself was a crazy son of a bitch. Her throat was still sore from antagonizing Aphrodite. She'd been screaming at the top of her lungs, yelling at the frail girl who laid flat on her ass on front of her. Feeling for the wall, slowly, she felt heat. Bizarre heat. Her fingers prodded around the near empty cell, looking for its source.

And thats when she felt it. The cherry from the cigarette Max had lit to coax her out of wonderland, burnt her finger. "DAMNIT!" She hollered. She wasn't sure if there were anyone else in ISO at the moment, but, if there were, and they were sleeping... they weren't sleeping anymore. Dei considered herself to be a smart cookie. And smart cookies didn't burn themselves on their own cigarettes. Picking up the butt from the floor, she brought it to pale lips. As she sucked on the nicotine, she remembered; she wasn't alone.

"Hey, what are you doing here?" She sounded normal. Acted normal. She was laid back now, her legs outspread next to the other, one arm bent to balance herself, and the other held the cigarette. The skirt was spread about around her, and the top was hiked to her midriff. If he didn't take her right there in the cell, he was certainly a gentlemen. Fuck, okay. REALLY poetic.

[Raelyn Ammadon ♥]

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