Name: Rachel Ann Miler
Age [appearance]: 22
Age [actual]: 26
Gender: female
Species: human
Hair: Glossy, deep brown-black and with a slight wave. It almost reaches the small of her back when it is wet. Rachel wears it parted slightly to the side or casually tousled back. Typically she will wear it down unless she is doing something such as eating or something more physically rigorous where she would want it out of the way.
Eyes: They are chestnut brown and almond-shaped, average size. Expressive, wide childlike gaze (more curious than innocent) and at times fiery and mischievous. Rachel enjoys wearing simple eye makeup when she is going out with friends--though it is a hassle to apply every day.
Frame: Average weight for 5’4” height, moderately curvy. She is not muscular in the slightest.
Tattoos/Distinguishing Marks: The scripted initials "LC" are branded into the inside of her left thigh, high enough to be hidden while she wears shorts. The scar is red, as though it were fresh, in spite of it being several years old. It is about an inch and a half in diameter.
Personality: Sarcastic and short-tempered. Spunky, strong-willed, childish, free-spirited, in-the-moment, mischievous, idealistic
Strengths: Curious, observant, energetic, enthusiastic, friendly, knows how to relax, excellent communication, eager to please, compassionate and caring, perceptive
Weaknesses / Flaws: Poor practical skills, difficulty focusing, easily stressed, overthinks things, highly emotional, independent to a fault, clingy with romantic relationships, difficulty staying calm under pressure, careless, fear of abandonment, unforgiving, insecure
Awareness of Supernaturals: vampires, demons, werewolves
Occupation/Job: none
Domicile: Alcott Road, East District
Interesting Facts / Quirks: She doesn’t have a driver’s license and is a terrible driver. Mostly she uses public transit and Uber. Terrible cook--she frequently burns and overcooks things. Lazy with chores. Generally, she lets things get pretty bad before doing them, dirty laundry tends to pile up, clean stuff will just hang out in a basket.
Hobby/Hobbies: coloring, reading, binge-watching shows on Netflix
Favorites...
Food & Drinks: sweet and light coffee, apples, fruit in general, breakfast foods, pasta with butter and cheese, ice cream
Music: Hip Hop, pop, alternative
Movies & TV shows: The Vampire Diaries, Pride & Prejudice
Books & Magazines: Anne Rice’s Vampire Chronicles, Pride & Prejudice
Sayings: Yolo, Carpe Diem
Pet Peeves: people who stand to close (i.e. while in line or while having a conversation)
Major Hangups: being micromanaged/restrained, thinking about/planning for the future
Fears/Phobias: feet/toes, being touched by them and having hers being touched
Dislikes: being kept out of the loop, being interrupted
History in Brief:
Rachel lived and worked originally in Massachusetts. She lived in an apartment in the city with her best friend Quinn. One day, a charming and
handsome guy came into the restaurant where she worked. The two had a pleasant conversation, he indicated that she was an excellent server and said that she could make even better money working for him--and asked if she would like to meet sometime for more information while she wasn't working. She had agreed, was given an address to meet him, and he left the restaurant. Later that week she dressed in the best clothes she had, assuming that it would lead to an interview, and went to the address he had given her. The address was to a complex that was under construction, out of sight of busier parts of the city, and before Rachel realized that something was up there was a hand around her mouth and she was being dragged into the back of a van. She has no memory of the long car ride that led her to just outside of
this city.
She spent about five months in Laurent's sex trafficking ring, enduring unspeakable things that no one should ever have to go through. The demon personally tortured her and "broke her in"--shaping her into the perfect "girl" who was eventually highly sought after amongst his clients.
During a police raid of the operations, she managed to escape, thankfully running straight into Damien and Pierre. Damien took her in under his protection, as Laurent was ever keen on trying to get her back. She hasn't been out of the house unaccompanied since then.
Recent History:
Over the years of living with Damien, she has been struggling with nightmares and other signs of obvious trauma and he has been the core of her support through recovering. She has a tendency to mentally compartmentalize and has been working to neatly stuff all the bad shit away so she could move on with her life. Eventually, Rachel and Damien grew quite close and their friendship fell into a romance. Things have been blissful--aside from the whole not-being-able-to-go-out-in-daylight issue. Recently she's reconnected with her best friend Quinn, who had been living in the city the entire time she had been without either of them knowing it.
Roleplay Consent:
Feeding: Yes
Wounding/Cursing: Yes
Killing: Yes
