The [insane] Story Begins Here.

[Twitty]

Introduction.

I like to start out on a new site with a little bit about myself, hope you don't mind me rambling about useless things, I tend to do that. Sheild your eyes, cover your ears, and this'll be a painless ride for the both of us. The name's Rachel. I live in an incredibly boring town here in the good ol' state of Oklahoma. Nothing much to do here in the least. So I turn to the internet to appease my infinite boredom.

Okay, first off, yes I live in Oklahoma, and NO I don't have a tepee or a horse. That seriously annoys me. -.- We're modern too, people. We've got cars and highways just like every other place in the world. Only difference is that there's a lot of land... Everywhere. You drive on the highway and all that you're gonna see is farmland, horses, cows, and the link. I love that. I hate overcrowded citys where there's always traffic and at night all you hear is the cars honking instead of crickets outside. I love Oklahoma, but I hate how boring it is... At least where I live. Bleh.

I'm a Sophomore in Highschool. Been going to the same school since Pre-K, and have lived in the same house since I was born. I finally got my license just the other day, though my mom's too overprotective to let me go anywhere by myself yet. >< My school is horrible. You can't go a day without seeing someone fight someone else, or at least someone throw a punch either at another student or a teacher. We've never had a shooting, which I find amazing, though there are plenty of hollow threats to go around. I hate my school. The only reason I stay there is because of my awesome friends. I love them with all my heart; each and every one of them is a sister to me, and they've helped me in ways I can't even begin to describe.

I've started role playing about two years ago, starting out on my friend's new site. The only thing I could write then were one-liners. Ahh, those were the days. Now my average is 500-600, though I have those days where I'll be all laksflkj and have a crappy barely-200-word post, so bear with me, haha.

I like making characters that are unique, not those typical sweet-hearted ones you find everywhere, or the black-pelted, red-eyes demons that everyone makes. My characters have been through a lot of thought, and usually stand for something or someone in my life. Each one of them is special to me, even though I have, like, 8674939584593 of them. I think I'm a bit too character-happy, haha.

So that's it for my little introduction; I'll stop rambling for all our sakes. c:

Getting back to business.

My characters will be placed here according to the order that they were made. Each section about them has most of the information that you should know, though if you would like a more in depth form about them (i.e. Their eye/pelt color, etc.), there is a link to their biography in the first section. I'll edit later once I find the right color for them.

Rayne, Rogue.
Wildheart, ThunderClan Warrior.
TBA.

[Twitty]

. [x] Rayne. [Cass.]
. [x] Female.
. [x] Three years.
. [x] Rogue.
. [x] Biography.

Crush{es};; None.
Travelling Companion{s};; None.
Lover{s};; None.
Offspring;; None.
Friends;; None.
Enemies;; None.
Family;; Altom | Father | Kittypet.
Sheela | Mother | Kittypet.
Tawny | Sister | Kittypet.
Simba | Brother | Kittypet.
Plot{s};; None.
Mentor{s};; None.
Apprentice{s};; None.

Header.
[right][font=Blackadder ITC][size=9]Rayne[/size][/font]

[font=Bradley Hand ITC][size=3]Rain, rain, go away...
All the world is waiting for the[/size][/font] [font=Chiller][size=5][i]sun.[/i][/size][/font][/right]


Personality;;

Rayne’s body is controlled by two split personalities. There’s Rayne; the personality she was born with, and then there’s Cass, who developed when she was a little older than a year.

Rayne.

A sweet-minded female; one who’s shy and doesn’t like confrontation unless she knows the cat well. She knows her boundaries, and lives up to them well. Rayne will not approach another cat unless she needs something from them, and will not start a conversation unless she has to. Socialization is not one of her strong points in the least. Rayne is smart and knows what’s what. She’s kind, if you ever break past her outer shy shell, and is a very nice and trustworthy feline to be around. Rayne is the hunter, the tracker, and the provider. She knows her business, and that’s all she really cares about. She’s a happy cat who always looks to the brighter side of things. Rayne is the dominant personality.

Cass.

An adrenaline-junkie. She doesn’t outright seek out danger, but once she’s presented to it, she can’t resist. Rayne is careful to keep Cass in check and keep her locked up in a small box in the back of her mind, so to speak, but when something she likes comes around, Cass knows how to take control. Cass is the flirter; she loves drawing in the guys with her charm and watching them squirm under her watch. She’s irresponsible, unlike Rayne. Cass isn’t exactly dumb; in fact, she’s quite the opposite. She just chooses not to listen to reason. Cass believes in living life to the fullest, so she goes off and does her own thing, even if that thing is against all reality. Cass loves Rayne; she’s almost like her sister, but, like a sister, they have their arguments over who is to control the one body they share. Cass is the subordinate part of Rayne’s subconscious, and only comes out when Rayne either needs help with a situation, or she forgets to keep a close eye on her split personality.

They both have one thing in common, and that is when it comes to a full-on relationship. Rayne is completely at a loss when it comes to males; that’s Cass’ department. Cass reels in the males, and if they aren’t right for Rayne, she sends them away. If, by any chance they actually can find a male that will appreciate them for who they are, they are both a little more on the dependent side to their partner. Although Cass’ individualism still shows, she and Rayne are both somewhat dependent on their mate. They both long for someone to stay by their side, but so far no one has shown any interest in a full-on relationship. They are also similar in that they wish to be a part of a clan, RiverClan to be exact, and often hangs around their territory in hopes of being offered a position. Rayne knows full well that if she ever gets accepted into the Clan, she’ll have to work her way up in the ranks, however she highly doubts any cat would want her. After all, who would want to have to deal with her abnormalities?

History;;

Rayne was born into a kitty pet household along with her two siblings, Simba and Tawny. Her twoleg owners picked all of the cats’ names. Originally, Rayne’s name was Smokey, due to her fur color. However, she later in life changed it herself. She lived life as a kit fairly easily. She had a warm bed to sleep in, food was provided every day, and she had an entire back yard to explore in, as well as a gargantuan two-story house. Rayne enjoyed her life as a kit, playing with her siblings and being catered for by her twoleg owners. Life was all fine and dandy, until the three adventurous kits decided to see what was beyond the fence.

Simba led the small group, bravely stepping through an already-made hole in the wooden fence that had been overlooked by her human caretakers, and the two female cats followed more cautiously. They had to work hard to get out of eyesight of their parents, and nothing was going to stop them now. The world beyond the safety of the wooden border was like an alien world to the three small felines. They stumbled with awe throughout the new surroundings, their mouths agape at every small aspect that it had to offer. This new place presented danger to the three kits, yet somehow felt strangely like home to Rayne. The trio spent a few minutes blundering their way through the undergrowth until they reached the thunderpath. Rayne knew what this was; her mother had taught them about it before. She recalled her mother saying that it was extremely dangerous for them to go anywhere near the dark pathway, and that they should never, under any circumstances, set paw on it’s hard surface.

But this was a new world to the three cats; a new environment with new rules, a new lifestyle. They had to see what was across it. Simba, again, was the bravest one. He being the only male in the litter, he decided that he should be the though one, and took the first fateful steps across the thunderpath. As fate would have it, a monster just happened to be roaming the streets, though the kits were oblivious to the oncoming danger. Rayne and her sister huddled at the side of the road, watching Simba’s movements with wide, awe-stricken eyes. He strode across with a false air of bravery. His head was held high and his stance clearly stated that he felt in charge of the situation, however his eyes wide with fear, and his smoky gray fur was standing on end with anxiety. In the middle of the thunderpath now, he turned around to face his sisters who had yet to set paw on it, and smiled happily at their expressions. “C’mon!” he shouted eagerly, and turned around again to continue his journey across. At that moment, a monster came around the corner near where the cats were crossing. It had no time to stop. Tires screeched, but it was coming too fast. Cimba could do nothing but stand, wide-eyed at his impending doom.

At the last moment, in a flurry of dark movement, Simba was pushed aside, though a sickening crack could be heard over the screaming rubber tires that came from the monster. Rayne and her sister gaped at the scene, too shocked to move. The body that lay dead on the street was not the small, broken body of Simba. Instead, their Father lay eerily still on the thunderpath, his long dark fur blowing with the monster’s choking wind. A twoleg emerged out of the monster and approached the lifeless body. A hiss erupted somewhere nearby, and a gray she-cat stepped out of the neighboring wood, her fangs bared at the twoleg. Instinctively, the human backed off in fear, and didn’t seem to care enough to stick around. It returned to the rumbling monster and continued flying down the thunderpath.

The family returned home after that, shaken and shocked into silence. Their mother did not chastise them about their outing, and never brought it up again. Neither did anyone else. Life moved on after that incident, though Rayne was still broken inside. What she’d witnessed will forever be engraved into her memory. For days at a time, she wouldn’t eat, and sometimes wouldn’t even emerge from her bed in the morning until late in the afternoon, too sick to her stomach to do anything else. That’s when Cass formed. Day by day, a small voice grew stronger with each moonhigh. Eventually, that voice created a personality of it’s own. The voice picked up the pieces of the previously shattered Rayne, mending them back together, though creating a much different cat. Rayne decided a name for this other personality; Cass came to mind, and they both liked it.

After a few months, Rayne decided to leave her cozy home. The life of a kittypet just wasn’t right for her; she wanted to live in the forest and be free. She also wanted to live outdoors in honor of her father, who spent most of his life in the woods beyond the fence. She now roams the forest as a rogue, once in a while coming back to visit her family in the home that held so many memories.

Lyrics.
-Breaking Benjamin - Rain-
Take a photograph,
It'll be the last,
Not a dollar or a crowd could ever keep me here,

I don't have a past
I just have a chance,
Not a family or honest plea remains to say,

Rain rain go away,
Come again another day,
All the world is waiting for the sun.

Is it you I want,
Or just the notion
Of a heart to wrap around so I can find my way around

Safe to say from here,
You're getting closer now,
We are never sad cause we are not allowed to be

Rain rain go away,
Come again another day,
All the world is waiting for the sun.

Rain rain go away,
Come again another day,
All the world is waiting for the sun.

To lie here under you,
Is all that I could ever do,
To lie here under you is all,
To lie here under you is all that i could ever do,
To lie here under you is all,

Rain rain go away,
Come again another day,
All the world is waiting for the sun.

Rain rain go away,
Come again another day,
All the world is waiting for the sun,
All the world is waiting for the sun,
All the world is waiting for the sun.

Character #;; One.

[Twitty]

. [x] Wildheart.
. [x] Male.
. [x] Three and a half years.
. [x] ThunderClan Warrior.
. [x] Biography.

Crush{es};; None.
Travelling Companion{s};; None.
Lover{s};; None.
Offspring;; None.
Friends;; None.
Enemies;; None.
Family;; Greatclaw | Father | ThunderClan warrior.
Tinyflower | Mother | ThunderClan warrior.
Tawnykit | Sister| ThunderClan.
Lionkit | Brother | ThunderClan.
Plot{s};; None.
Mentor{s};; None.
Apprentices;; Hawkpaw.

Header.
[right][size=9][font=High Tower Text]Wildheart[/font][/size]
[size=1]Hope and pray that you never need me,
But rest assured, I will not let you down.[/size][/right]





Personality;;

Wildheart is mainly all business. That’s all he really cares about, though this tom is a friend to all who are friendly. This tom is nothing but loyal. His mind never wanders to betraying his Clan or leader in any way at all, and sometimes this may be a bad thing. Wildheart is as trustworthy as can be, and once you’ve worked your way under his serious shell, he’s always got your back, even if you don’t always see him there. Wildheart is a sweet tom who is willing to get along with anyone, however he has a hard outer shell that seems to be the thickest part of him. He masks himself in a serious exterior, appearing nothing but a workaholic to others. He speaks lightly, and when he does it’s usually short, unless he needs to get his point across, or is giving some type of order. Wildheart is humble with himself, and shies away from positions of power. When presented to a gathering, most of his Clan strays off to meet up with other Clans. Wildheart, however, merely has a very few cats he would speak to outside of his Clan, and usually ends up sitting by himself somewhere. He doesn’t mind, though secretly wishes for company. Wildheart is much more of a thinker, and often does not put his opinion out there for others to hear, and instead keeps his thoughts to himself. If he ever does make a friend, or someone he could trust, then that individual would be the only one he’d outwardly talk to. A short way of describing this tom would be a quiet guardian. If you need him, he’ll always be there.

History;;

Wildheart wasn’t always as serious and down to business as he is today. In fact, he’d only just recently changed this way. He used to be an open, upbeat male, who wasn’t afraid to have his thoughts spoken, however now that’s permanently changed.

It was a beautiful, scenic day in the middle of Leaf-fall. The sun shone down perfectly through the canopy of trees overhead, the wind whispered silently in the background. The air, however, was eerily still. Every living creature within the forest was silent. Wildheart and his siblings were lying together at the entrance to the Camp, their paws itching to go out and see what was making the animals so quiet. His parents had already both died of Greencough just a few weeks before. That had shaken the trio, though it had also brought them closer together than ever before. Now they were inseparable, and did nearly everything together. Tawnyfeather, his sister, and Lionpelt, his brother, finally decided to go investigate. Wildheart agreed without another throught, and the three bounded into the abyss together, oblivious as to what was waiting for them, and how it would forever change their lives.

Wildheart led the investigation, gaining distance from the camp quickly. The other two flanked him, swerving to avoid trees in their path. He wasn’t exactly sure where he was headed, but he decided that starting at Sunning Rocks would be best. Upon arriving near the river, the trio stopped in their tracks and immediately ran for cover. What lay before them was a family of twolegs. But they weren’t the danger; they had three huge dogs with them. The family looked like they’d stayed there for the entire day, as there was enough trash riddled about the place to deduce that much. They also had a heaping pile of fish they’d caught from the river, and were enjoying lunch together at the moment. The three were disturbed by this, and turned slowly to return home and give the news of their presence. Their huge dogs, however, found them before that was possible.

The three massive canines exploded after the cats, shattering the family’s peace. The trio immediately scattered and ran for their lives to the nearest trees. Wildheart was the only one that made it to safety.

That was a few good moons ago, yet ever since the deletion of his entire family, he’s become more conservative. He no longer feels the need to outright explain his feelings toward someone else. Over the days, weeks, and months that he’d spent alone (besides his Clan, of course), a shell had gradually covered his exterior. This shell has now divided him almost completely from the outside world. It blocks his thoughts from escaping. Wildheart is now much more thoughtful, and wise, one could say, since his solitude began. Now the only cat who could ever get close to him without any effort would be his apprentice.

Lyrics.
Three Doors Down - Citizen Soldier
Beyond the boundaries of your city's lights,
Stand the heroes waiting for your cries.
So many times you did not bring this on yourself,
When that moment finally comes,
I'll be there to help.

On that day when you need your brothers and sisters to care,
I'll be right here.
Citizen soldiers holding the light for the ones that we guide from the dark of despair.
Standing on guard for the ones that we sheltered,
We'll always be ready because we will always be there.

When there are people crying in the streets,
When they're starving for a meal to eat,
When they simply need a place to make their beds,
Right here underneath my wing,
You can rest your head.

On that day when you need your brothers and sisters to care,
I'll be right here!
Citizen soldiers holding the light for the ones that we guide from the dark of despair.
Standing on guard for the ones that we sheltered,
We'll always be ready because we will always be there...

There... there... there...

Hope and pray that you'll never need me,
But rest assured I will not let you down.
I'll walk beside you but you may not see me,
The strongest among you may not wear a crown.

On that day when you need your brothers and sisters to care,
I'll be right here!
On that day when you don't have the strength for the burden you bear,
I'll be right here!
Citizen soldiers holding the light for the ones that we guide from the dark of despair.
(Citizen soldiers)
Standing on guard for the ones that we sheltered,
We'll always be ready because we will always be there.

Character #;; Two.