rayne harriet cross

[rayne harriet cross]

R A Y N E H A R R I E T C R O S S



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I like to bite my nails
And play the air guitar
I like to keep my suitcase packed cause I'm going far
I think you're nice but
I don't wanna waste my time
I may seem crazy but don't worry I'm just fine
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HEY THERE. THE NAME IS rae, AND I AM nineteen.
I'VE BEEN ROLEPLAYING FOR ABOUT seven and a half
AND MY OTHER CHARACTERS WOULD BE hale ross znader. OH, BY THE WAY, I READ THE RULES. WANT PROOF?
THE CODE WORD IS CODE WORD HERE

[/color],[/b] Rayne Harriet Cross
- - - - nicknames, Rae, Rae-Rae
- - - - gender, Female
- - - - age, Twenty-one
- - - - race, Human
- - - - sexuality, Straight
- - - - occupation, Hunter / Bartender
- - - - wealth class, Medium
- - - - other, She hates most women.
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[/color],[/b] Grayish green.
- - - - hair, Dark brown, depending on the lighting. Layered, reaches to the tops of her breasts.
- - - - build, Slim, with some definition of muscles.
- - - - weight, Around 120 lbs.
- - - - height, 5' 7½"
- - - - fashion sense, Punkish, with a little rebel thrown in there.
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- Sex
- Men
- Guns
- Melee weapons
- Music
- Cigarettes
- Anytime past noon
- Fear
- Pasta
- Parties
- Thunderstorms
- Alcohol
- Loud Music
- Cars
- Motorbikes

- - - - loathes,
- Cleaning
- Hangovers
- Most people (no matter their race)
- Hypocrites
- Mornings
- Mirrors
- Overly sunny days
- Crowded places
- The law
- Chilly days
- Extremely hot days
- Obnoxious individuals
- Vampires
- Werewolves

- - - - strengths,
- fighting; Giving up isn't an option to Rayne. She's extremely stubborn and persistent when it comes to raising her fists in a fight. She takes pride in her ability to withstand blows and return them with just as much power, if not more. Rae doesn't use cheap shots, and fights fairly, even when things look impossible. Her training has been thoroughly used without her hunter experiences, though she refuses to train anyone using the training she's endured. Of course, she's not perfect, and sometimes leaves herself open while going for a blow, but sacrifices are needed to get further ahead, right?
- lying; Lying is a need if you're a hunter; finding information using the truth usually doesn't get you very far. No matter who it's to, Rae can usually con or lie her way into or out of something. She's quick with her words, as though she hadn't been contemplating them, and they were already on the tip of her tongue. When she's lying, she holds confidence and refrains from fidgeting, making her less suspicious of not telling the truth.
- reading; Along with lying, reading people's emotions is needed in the hunter business. It's hard to hide things from Rayne, considering she can point out certain tones, glances, or body language that tell her otherwise. This also helps in getting her way with law figures, or people she doesn't really trust.
- hiding; Whether it be in general, or her emotions, Rayne has a good stable idea as to what her emotions look like, or finding the best hiding places. She does more hiding of her facial features than anything, however, usually not wanting someone to read her or get some kind of lift over her from knowing something bothered her by what they said. She tries to remain a closed book for mostly everyone she comes in direct contact to, though we all know that sometimes people are more talented than others.

- - - - weaknesses,
- men; Rayne's a promiscuous girl, with a lot of pent up sexual frustration. When the offer's available, or there's a chance to create an offer, Rayne doesn't think about it, she just goes for it. In fact, she's just as bad as any other guy with one night stands; hardly ever does the guy get a call back, or her to answer her phone if they get ahold of her number. There's something wrong with Rayne if she refuses an offer to spend the night in someone's bed, especially if they're highly attractive.
- vehicles; Bikes, cars, trucks, you name it, Rayne has a soft spot for. She's always enthusiastic about fixing up a car, or remodeling under it's hood. Growing up with a mechanic for a boyfriend, she picked up quite a bit of knowledge on what to do in certain situations. No matter the request, as long as someone needed help with their car, Rayne would make time to at least give it a once over.
- her past; Like most people, Rae has a shady past, one that she hides behind many layers and would rather keep on a short leash around nosy people. Thinking about it is enough to make her get close to a break down, so talking about it can only be ten times worse. As much as she hates keeping it inside, sharing something like that with people isn't something she really trusts. After all, most hunters couldn't be trusted, no matter how 'good' they were, and talking to the wrong person in general would only make things worse. Just at the mention of something that sparks memories causes her to collapse to her knees and shut herself down.
- relationships; Surprisingly, Rayne can't do relationships. Whether they be serious, or just a friendship, she's always struggling to stay on top of things. She feels the need to be there for whoever she's in said relationship with, and if she isn't then she's letting them down, even if there isn't much for her to contribute to. She's been working on her friendships, though anything more than just friends that isn't just sexual gets under her skin. She hasn't had a proper boyfriend since Scott, and replacing his memory with someone frightens her.

- - - - dreams,
- get out of hunting and live a full life before it's too late
- get over her fear of commitment

- - - - fears,
- becoming something she hunts
- falling in love
- opening up to someone
- death

- - - - overall personality, - Reckless; Rae often finds herself doing things without a care for the outcome. She'll do something completely unheard of, like spitting a spit ball at the back of someone's head in a movie theater just because, and not think about the kind of trouble it can land her in. She speaks before she thinks, letting her tongue go free. She shoots before asking questions, and couldn't give a damn if she shot the wrong person. Even while serving her punishment for an action she should've thought over, she couldn't be bothered to care about what's about to happen to her.

- Irresponsible; Rayne is like a sixteen year old boy. She hates having responsibilities, and tries to con people into taking care of them for her. If it weren't for people, and wanting to make a good impression, her dishes would pile up. Her bedroom is coated with undergarments here and there, other laundry marking almost every inch of her floor. Her clean clothes are mixed in with her dirty clothes so she doesn't know what's what anymore. She sleeps in late, and if it weren't for her good hunting, she would've been questioned about being serious. Rayne is never on time for anything important, her eyes never watching the clock. She believes that if she were meant to have a huge chore list everyday, she would've been born to be a Mother- something she knows very well that she wasn't.

- Promiscuous; Like some women, and most men, Rae finds it hard to resist a good situation between her and a member of the opposite sex. Most of them are one night stands with fake numbers. Half the time she can't even be bothered to remember the first syllable of their name. There's a few that she's slightly kept in contact with, but only if she deems them good enough to bother with.

- Adrenaline junkie; From skateboarding and snowboarding all the way to bungee jumping and rock climbing, Rayne finds it hard to lead a dull life. If she's not doing something fun and exciting, she feels like the world's coming to an end. She occupies her time with threatening and dangerous stunts for her amusement, usually pushing herself as far as she can go to make the best out of an injury. If you're gunna fall, you fall hard. She's never broken a bone from doing such stunts, though she's had countless dislocated joints, sprained limbs, and scraps. Several scars line her body from the impacts she's taken.

- Ill-tempered; The slightest things can set Rae off. Looking at her the wrong way can make her teeth grit together and her fists clench. When she gets mad, she goes all out. You'll be called everything she can manage to let slip off her tongue and more. Most of the time, she gets violent, as well. Fights usually break out, or something ends up shattered and broken. There's been a few rare times where she's hurt herself because she was so pissed off (ex; punching walls, kicking tables, etc.). Once you piss her off, it's hard to turn her around. You'll forever be known as the person who puncher her buttons, and she'll be sour to you every time you're in the same room. It's rare that she forgives people, even if it's for the stupidest things, and holds a grudge against them.

- Protective; The ones that manage to get past her wall of ice tend to make a strong impact on Rayne. She holds them close to her heart, and doesn't let go. If someone fucks with that person, she gets in their face, and makes sure she makes a strong impression that if they take another step towards hurting whoever she was protecting, she was going to get on their case. She'd do anything for the people she loves and cares about, no matter the cost. Even if she couldn't, she'd do her best to do the next best thing for them.

- Cold hearted; It's extremely hard to make a good impact on Rayne. She instantly distrusts people who meets, not giving them a chance to prove themselves until a little after they've been introduced. It's a thick wall between her outter shell and inner self. Most people give up before they get even close for her to call them a friend, exactly the way she likes it. Rayne pushes most people away before they have a chance to learn that she's really not that bad of a person, once you get over her being a complete bitch. She gives off the impression that she couldn't care less about what people wanted to do when it came to her, and kept her chin squared, eyes narrowed in a glare. Attempts to make her open up and trust people are usually brushed off like a spec of unwanted dirt.

- Blunt; There is no possible way for Rayne to sugar coat things, or beat around the bush. If someone asks her if they look fat in their dress, she's going to be completely honest and give her opinion, no matter who's asking. The key is, is that Rayne doesn't care about what people have to say about her opinion. She has a voice for a reason, she's going to voice it whether someone wants to chose to accept it or not. It's best not to ask for her opinion if you don't want to hear the harsh truth of things. It's an extremely smart idea to go on your own judgement instead of getting her help with something. If Rae doesn't like you, she'll tell you straight up, no hesitation, no foul play. That goes the same if she likes you. There's no holding back, or biting her tongue.

- Sarcastic; There's nothing better than miss-leading comments and sentences that piss people off in Rayne's opinion. It's one of the highlights in her day, making people second guess things she says. Most people look too far into the things she says when they don't know her well enough to tell that she's pulling their leg, and watching them struggle to figure out what she meant by what she said is always fun to do. It's even more entertaining when she plays it off as though she's serious to see their reactions.

- Good sense of humor; Above anything else, Rayne knows how to have a good time. The ones closest to her know that extremely well. She can take a joke and laugh about it. Hell, she even laughs about herself with other people. The only time she's not pleased with jokes about herself is when some idiot she doesn't trust pipes up to try and 'lighten the mood'. But with anyone else? She'll tease, crack jokes, and laugh about anything she possibly can. Rayne has a small belief that this is going to be her only chance to actually have a life free from anything too heavy to hold up, and she'd rather spend it laughing about things like her flaws than pouting off in a corner because those flaws were there.
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- - - - overall history, On October the thirteenth, Rayne Cross was born into a family of three. She became the youngest child of Cleo and Mark Cross, very friendly people with a lot of generosity. Her older Brother, Joey, made a promise to his parents that whenever she needed help in school, with friends, or anything he could do, he'd help. They were all overjoyed to have a new family member.

Rayne grew up some things that other children didn't have. One of them being a good family, both parents, and a loving Brother who didn't smother her. It wasn't until she turned thirteen and asked to get a piercing that her parents started noticing just how different from them she was. Her hair was too dark, her eyes were too bright. Rae was starting to get into fights at school, talk back to her peers and parents. The only one she respected in her family seemed to be Joey. She didn't even know why she didn't give him a hard time about the same things she gave everyone else a hard time for- he was a prime example of what she didn't want to become.

As she grew older, Rayne started to let herself slip more and more from the perky lady that her parents and Brother had thought her up to become, into a has-been that loathes dresses and tea parties. She started swearing, and her grammar slipped. With each passing year, she got worse. One year she took up smoking, the next drinking. Her family gave up on her, and broke almost every tie to their Daughter that they could. She was their embarrassment, the bad seed. It was a good thing no one in her family wanted a thing to do with her, because she didn't want anything to do with them.

At least, not until she got a boyfriend. She was eighteen, just out of high school, and living on a low wage with busing tables at a Bar and Grill. Her boyfriend, Scott, wasn't anything special. He was an alcoholic, and addicted to nicotine worse than Rayne had ever been. The only real reason she stayed around was for the sex, the place he owned (that she was paying for, mind you), and to feel loved. She learned how to love him, however. It took her a year to see it, but she finally saw that Scott was someone she didn't want to push out of her life.

Just after she turned nineteen, something happened to Scott. He wasn't normal, he was angry, he wouldn't look at her unless he was pulling her hair back and slamming her against things. Scott had always been a rough lover, but nothing like this. Rayne was getting fed up with his mood swings, and her temper started to flare. She called him out one night, having enough of him. The alcohol she had consumed helped make her seem more courageous. And then things shifted, happening all too fast. Scott's eyes were black, no pupil, no iris. Completely black. He attacked her, muttering something about not really being her boyfriend. Rayne didn't hear much of it, having grabbed her pocketknife out of her jeans. It only took four stabs for him to go completely lifeless- but that wasn't before a black smoke surfaced from the back of his throat.

Horrified, heartbroken, and angry, Rayne left. She packed up her things- clothing, weapons, food, and money- and left. She got into her car, and just continued driving until she was forced to pull over.

It only took her a week to learn the truth about Supernatural beings. She met up with a HooDoo priest, who was all but excited to tell her the things that lurked in the dark. It took a little over a week to come to terms with what she wanted to do. There was no ways he was letting some demon make her slaughter her Boyfriend, the first love of her life. She wanted revenge, and she was going to get it.
- - - - roleplay sample,

The usual nightclubs were becoming a bore, and Rayne needed something a little more fresh, something she hasn't done in a while, to help her push this pent up emotion out. Usually, Rae would've been up for a club or a crowded bar. A place where she could pick someone up really quick, go back to her motel, get rid of her frustration and not have to think about it ever again. Unfortunately, for her, this wasn't that kind of frustration. She felt angered because she was losing her sleep due to nightmares, her depression was acting up, and to top things off, Rayne was getting even more pissed off because she didn't give a shit about it. Her life was spiraling down, and she didn't have a care in the world that her health was at risk, her lifestyle as a hunter, and all the relationships she's picked up along the way were at steak.

So, for tonight, she had chosen to visit a bar she's only ever heard rumors about. It was underground, one that had limited access, and usually had to know people who knew other people to get inside. For Rayne, all she had to do was lift her shirt up to her ribs, pull out a twenty dollar bill and flash her ID and she was in. After the bouncer at the bar's only entrance, Rayne soon learned as to why she hadn't been there before. The only females inside were ring girls, or waitresses with barely anything on. Everyone else was male, stocky, usually rather revolting. The tables in the bar were lined up facing a large cage in the middle of the large underground bar, two males occupying the mat. Her feet moved, her eyes lingering at the cage fight, shrugging past a few males conversing together about the bets.

Pushing her sunglasses up into her hairline, her eyes narrowed, slowly making her way down one of the many aisles leading towards the ring. One of the males knocked the other out, and she frowned. "Bloody cheap shots." A male grabbed her wrist and yanked her painfully to face him. Stumbling, she used his table to weigh herself out and catch her balance, her eyebrows pulled together as she pulled her hand back from his grasp. "What the hell, asshole--" He raised his finger, pressing it to her lips. She could taste the salt from the food he had been eating on her tongue, and refused to let herself talk, knowing that he'd most likely do something worse than touch her face if she did. "You think you can do better, girly?" He asked, his voice low, raspy, and filled with a sadistic nature that told Rayne he didn't think she'd have the balls to get in the ring. "You gunna complain about his cheap shots, why don't you get in there and show him some manners? Unless, of course, ya're scared."

Scoffing, Rayne grabbed his wrist tensely and pulled it from her lips before she could bite it. Her anger was boiling under her skin, and this was the last straw. "I'm not scared of a wimp who kicks people when they're down. And there's no way in hell I'll be going in there without getting something out of it." Narrowing her eyes, she cocked an eyebrow, watching him intently. "And why not? Ain't the lesson good enough for ya, lass?" A slow grin spread over Rayne's lips and she shook her head, leaning on his table a bit more, and lowered her voice to a harsh tone. "If you're good at something, never do it for free." Pausing, she lifted her right hand, palm up, before motioning with her fingers. "C'mon. Gimme something to go off of, and I'll make sure that if you bet on me to win, you'll get a pocket-full to waste on alcohol."

He reached into his pocket and pulled out two twenty dollar bills, laying them within the palm of her hand. Before she could pull her hand away, he grabbed it and looked her sternly in the eyes. "You fuck this up, you little bitch, and I'll make sure I get my money back." With a glare, Rayne forcefully pulled her hand out of his grasp and stalked down the aisle the rest of the way towards the cage. One of the males stopped her as she slid her money into her bra, raising his eyebrows at her clothing, instantly seeing that she wasn't apart of his staff. Before he could ask her what she was doing, she gestured up towards the male still standing in the cage. "I want in." He looked astonished and broke out laughing. "I'm sorry, the little girls room is to the right. Let the big men handle this." He grabbed her shoulder and went to turn her around, only Rayne was faster and slammed him against the outside of the cage, her eyes glaring. "I'm only in the mood to ask once. With, or without, your permission, I'm going in there." He nodded, speechless.

Letting him go, she pulled off her sunglasses and set them aside, not wanting them broken. Tightening her gloves on her hands, she pushed up the steps inside, hearing the clank of the metal door behind her, shortly followed by the lock. Her eyes scanned the male in front of her, and she tightened one of her hands into a fist. Taking a few steps forward, she raised a brow, getting a little pumped, and raised her fists, already in a fighting mood upon being inside the cage for three seconds. "You get blood on this shirt, and you're dead." Her lips pulled into a smile as she heard hollers and whistles from the surrounding tables, most of the comments sexual or offensive on her account, but there was no way she'd let them get the best of her. Not right now, when she was so close to knocking someone out for money.

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