Post by rachel scott on Feb 24, 2013 9:22:09 GMT -5
RACHEL VIRGINIA SCOTT,
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[/i] The Scotts knew the question would come one day-but they hadn't expected it to be so soon. They explained to Rachel in the simplest way they could that she was adopted because her parents, even though they loved her very much, couldn't keep her.general Info
Name: Rachel Virgina Scott
Nickname: Rae
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Nationality: European - British
Birthday: 05/23/1987Appearance
Straight brunette hair falls just past the shoulders of the young woman. Her dark bluish green eyes are full of curiosity and kindness - most of the time. Rachel's skin is white, almost on the verge of being called pale, she never was one to tan easily. She is on the shorter side, standing at only 5'3, and she likes to think her figure is more on the average side, not overweight, but not super athletic either. One her back there is a tribal-esqu tattoo of a bird. There is also a small tattoo on her ankle of two blue butterflies. Normally, Rachel can be found wearing jeans with tank tops in the summer/spring seasons, and long-sleeved shirts or sweaters in the winter and late fall. The color pattern varies from black to blues, purples, and the occassional greens.
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Hair: Long, Brunette
Eyes: Dark greenish-blue
Marks: Tatto on her back and on her ankle
body type: Average, on the short side.Personality
The Positive
There is a whole slew of words that one can use to describe themselves in a positive light. Rachel knows most of these words, but she is not prone to using them all to describe herself. A humble person, Rachel hates being the center of attention. She is rather friendly a majority of the time and makes sure she's always one of the first to greet new people-wanting to make them feel welcome. Though she makes sure not to keep too many people close, once she considers you a close friend Rachel will always have your back. She's protective of the people she cares about and if there's a way to help someone she will find it.
The Negative
Every light side has a dark side and the human race is no different. Despite having a lot of positives, Rachel also has her fair share of negative traits as well. Though slow to anger, she has a temper, and not a normal 'let's throw anything handy at the nearest wall' kind of temper either. If you happen to make it on Rachel's bad side, you won't even know it until it's too late. She will spend days or weeks planning a way to get back at someone for wronging her...so you had to have done something pretty bad in order for her to set her sights on you. Under pressure or stressed out Rachel can be rather impulsive. Sometimes it can turn out to be a good thing, other times...not so much.
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Major: Creative Writing
Likes
+ Psychology
+Reading
+Writing
+Talking
Dislikes
-Crowds
-Loud Noises
-Math
-Dancing
Goals
+To be awarded the Noble Peace Prize of Literature
Fears
-Failing out of her major/collegeHistory
Parents:
Biological: Jennifer and Nathan Winslow
Adoptive: Rosemary and Jacob Scott (Deceased)
Siblings: Kent Scott- half brother
Others: N/A
It was a cool spring night in May when Rachel was born to Jennifer and Nathan Winslow- a young couple very much in love, but in no way ready for parenthood. They had debated abortion but in the end they both knew neither of them would be able to live with themselves knowing they ended a promising young life so selfishly. So the pair did the next best thing and arranged a closed adoption with an older couple named Rosemary and Jacob Scott who couldn't have children of their own. It was a win-win situation for everyone. Jennifer and Nathan got to grow up a bit; Rosemary and Jacob could have the family they always wanted.
Rachel was about six years old, and rather smart for being so young, when she started asking questions. The Scott's were both blonde-haired with brown eyes and Rachel's hair was darker and her eyes were more of an odd green-blue. So one night at dinner she popped the question. "Mommy, Daddy, how come I don't look like you?"
When Rachel was thirteen she approached her parents about finding her real ones. She just wanted to meet them, to know them if they would let her. Despite the adoption being closed they knew that the Winslows would have been good parents, and that they would want to know how the daughter they couldn't keep was doing. Since she started kindergarten they had been sending the Scotts a school photo (the pair wasn't that hard to track down), just so they could see her. The Winslows called the Scotts, speaking with them for the first time since before Rachel was born and the Scotts agreed. They did want to meet her, and befriend her, talk to her about why they couldn't keep her.
She met them over the summer, just before she turned fourteen. Rachel learned that her eyes were from her mother, her love for writing from her father. Rachel also met her half-brother Kent, he was about eight. It was good, Rachel found, to have two sets of parents. She still considered the Scotts her real parents, but it was nice having the Winslow's to go to on occasion. Nathan helped her with her writing, Jennifer was closer to Rachel's age than Rosemary so Rachel actually looked to her as more of an older sister figure. Plus, she got to have a relationship with a brother she'd never even knew she had. All in all, it seemed a win-win again.
Then when Rachel turned seventeen, months before her senior year began, the Scotts were killed in a plane crash on their way back to England from doing some business in France. Rachel suddenly found herself parentless and homeless, with no clue what she was doing next. She hadn't known it- but the Scotts had made the Winslow's her guardians. After all, they were her real parents. So Rachel finished out her schooling with the Winslows, but she kept the Scott's last name.
Rachel has scoured every college she good, searching for one that could suit her needs- wanting to get a degree in some form of writing. That's when she discovered the 'International University' and it was like a dream come true. An isolated place, kids in her age group, a perfect place of a budding author to go to school! She applied to the school without a second thought, planning to use the money the Scotts and left her and money from scholarships she to pay her way through, and of course a job on the side if she needed it. It was going to be a fresh start in a new setting and it would be amazing
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general Info
Rp playing name: Sarah
years of RP: Almost 10
contact details: AIM: xxsummerxx4955 (Must let me know first though so I can add you first due to the way I have my settings ^^)
RP Sample[/i]
Kent tried to change the subject, and failed miserably. He knew it would be impossible after the way Jacob just waltzed up like that. Damn it, Jake...nearly was able to make it through this night without letting one more person know. He thought, but he put on another smile. Reese didn't seem like the type of girl to just run off and tell the cops anything anyways. Heck, it wouldn't be too bad a sight to watch her cheering...okay he really had to stop thinking like that.
"Oh no. You are not about to pretend that didn't just happen! What was that about?...If you don't mind me asking." She was grinning, knowing she had him caught. Kent mentally kicked himself again and took another drink. It's not like he was embarrassed or ashamed, of course he wasn't. The thing was, you just didn't go around telling people you did illegal street racing on the side. You never knew who was hanging around.
"Well, that guy there was Jacob. He...works at the garage, detailing and all that." He started and did a quick glance around before sighing a bit. "He's just all excited because the blue Mustang I won tonight is all his to work on." Kent said it so casually you'd think 'winning' cars was something he did every day...which wasn't a total lie. At least once or twice a month he had a new car in his collection. Well she was going to want a better explanation, Kent knew that much.
"I don't just work on cars, I race 'em. Not normal car racing, street racing. Tonight, some guy from the States, who wouldn't know a street car if it kicked him in the ass, got in my face and claimed he could out race me any day at any time. I told him that if he won he could have my car, but if I won I took his...and we all know how that ended." Suddenly he smiled again, a twinkle of amusement in his eyes. "I swore I thought the guy was going to break down and cry right then and there."
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