Post by Rachelle Altman on Sept 20, 2015 0:29:24 GMT
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RACHELLE ALTMAN
hunter
RACHELLE ALTMAN
hunter
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FULL NAME: rachelle olivia altman
NICKNAME(S): Shell, Shelly
AGE: 24
BIRTHPLACE: Manhattan.
CURRENT RESIDENCE: New York
RANK/OCCUPATION: Warrior
AFFILIATION: Humans
FACE CLAIM: nina dobrev
LIKES
DISLIKES
MAGIK: n/a
DIVINE WEAPON: n/a
PHYSICAL AILMENTS: she is beginning to lose her hearing, both ears appear to be equally effected. she has also began to notice that sometimes her vision becomes blurry.
WEAKNESSES: rachelle's biggest weakness is her inability to make a decision, due to the fact that she tends to over thinking everything. on the other hand, if she does not take the time to think about what she is doing, she can make very rash decisions that put herself, and others, in danger.
STRENGTHS: Her determination to live a long life. Even if it is just a pipe dream for the hunter, she has the idea in her head that if the hunters can purge the world of angels and demons, she will be able to live a normal life once more.
PERSONALITY:
FATHER: Jackson Altman
MOTHER: Silvia Conger (remarried)
SIBLINGS: Kylie Altman (younger sister), Luke Conger (Half-Brother)
SPOUSE(S): none
OFFSPRING: none
OTHERS:
HISTORY:
ALIAS: envy
YEARS ROLEPLAYED: 11 years
WHERE DID YOU FIND US: an ad
FULL NAME: rachelle olivia altman
NICKNAME(S): Shell, Shelly
AGE: 24
BIRTHPLACE: Manhattan.
CURRENT RESIDENCE: New York
RANK/OCCUPATION: Warrior
AFFILIATION: Humans
FACE CLAIM: nina dobrev
LIKES
- sleeping in
- running in the rain
- hot baths
- talking
- making friends
- drinking
DISLIKES
- being dirty
- angels and demons
- being told to shut up
- ignorant people
- the smell of cigarettes
- people who take themselves seriously
MAGIK: n/a
DIVINE WEAPON: n/a
PHYSICAL AILMENTS: she is beginning to lose her hearing, both ears appear to be equally effected. she has also began to notice that sometimes her vision becomes blurry.
WEAKNESSES: rachelle's biggest weakness is her inability to make a decision, due to the fact that she tends to over thinking everything. on the other hand, if she does not take the time to think about what she is doing, she can make very rash decisions that put herself, and others, in danger.
STRENGTHS: Her determination to live a long life. Even if it is just a pipe dream for the hunter, she has the idea in her head that if the hunters can purge the world of angels and demons, she will be able to live a normal life once more.
PERSONALITY:
Rachelle is kind of a loose cannon. It is hard to tell what is going through her mind at the best of times, and half the time, she doesn't know herself. Her mind is always racing, always thinking of the next big thing, and all the intricacies that make up the more complex ones. This by no means knows what is going on in the world beyond her life as a hunter, and avid partier, just that she thinks far too much.
Now, the reason she is considered a loose cannon, or "firecracker" as her father used to call her, is because of her lack of self-control. While most of the time she thinks clearly, and makes a logical decisions, there are those handful of times when her rash decisions have almost gotten her killed. These events generally leave her hyped up on adrenaline, talking about "how cool" that was, or how she is so "fricken pumped right now".
She can come off as pretty annoying in personal situations. She doesn't really have any social skills, having been home schooled as a child, and put through rigorous training in a military training school. She means well, but she definitely has a habit of rubbing people the wrong way at the best of times. She doesn't really grasp the fact that most people have personal space, and they usually want it respected.
Rachelle doesn't really have a temper, she is a pretty level headed gal. The only times she gets a more than a little irate is when she hasn't had a shower in a couple of days. This can cause her to mope around, complaining about how gross her hair feels, and how nasty her clothes are. She loves being a hunter, but she does wish that there were more chances to clean herself up.
It might seem odd that she enjoys drinking when the world is being plunged into catastrophe, but it is the only way she knows how to wind down after a particularly difficult day. She likes to say that she only drinks socially, but almost every time she sits down with a bottle, she will down the entire thing. It also helps her cope with the fact that her hearing is deteriorating at an above average rate.
FATHER: Jackson Altman
MOTHER: Silvia Conger (remarried)
SIBLINGS: Kylie Altman (younger sister), Luke Conger (Half-Brother)
SPOUSE(S): none
OFFSPRING: none
OTHERS:
HISTORY:
6 years
When the rest of the kids on her block were getting ready to go to school, Rachelle remembers sitting at the picture window in her living room watching her friends running out of their houses towards the big yellow school bus. With her head perched on her hands she stared longingly at the smiles on their faces and she started to get a feeling that she wasn’t like the other kids. Her big brown eyes continued to stare after the bus long after if it had disappeared around the corner.
8 years
“Mom, I don’t want to do this anymore.” Rachelle's voice had started to reach a high pitched whine, and the lines on her mother’s face were lost on her. Throwing her pencil down on the table, she slammed her body against the back rest on the chair and crossed her arms. “this is so stupid. why do I have to do this?” Overdoing the pout, Rachelle blinked her eyes hard trying to make herself cry.
“Shelly, you do have to do this. Do you want to be behind the rest of your friends? Do you want them to think you are stupid?” Silvia's voice cut through the pout, and Rachelle mumbled something under her breath before pulling her legs under her butt and leaning on the table. Picking up the pencil, she continued working on her multiplications tables.
11 years
Crouching in her closet, she held onto the make shift rosary, pressing it against her lips, mumbling the Lord’s Prayer. Tears rolled down her cheeks, and she tried to keep her voice to a whisper but the escalating voice of her father overwhelmed her thoughts. “Forgive those who trespass against us…” Rocking back and forth, she squeezed her eyes shut tight. “Shelly, you there?” Kylie’s voice crept through the door, small and scared. Reaching up to open the door, she let her baby sister into the closet and held her in her arms. “It’s going to be okay, Kylie. It’s going to be okay.” The sound of something breaking, more shouting, a door slamming. Rachelle flinched and her little sister buried her face into her chest and sobbed. The rosary fell from her hand.
15 years
Standing in line at the airport with her father standing beside her, his arm wrapped protectively around her, her face was void of all emotion. This wasn’t what she wanted, she didn’t want to leave Kylie with this man that broke their family, but she knew that she needed to get away. This was her best option, her only option. Pulling away from her fathers arm, she pulled an elastic off of her wrist and running her hands through her hair, she pulled her waist length hair into a high ponytail.
“Are you sure you want to do this, fire cracker?” Rolling her eyes she crossed her arms over her chest and sighed. “I don’t really have a choice, do I, dad?” She said scathingly not looking at him. This was the last conversation she wanted to have at this moment. He was the last person she wanted to be here with her, but her mother was preoccupied with the fact that there was a baby trying to crawl out of her uterus. Sucking her bottom lip between her teeth, she began to nibble on it, before turning her torso to look at him. “Why the fuck are you sending me to Virginia? There is a perfectly good military school in New York, so why in God’s name Virginia?!” Rachelle questioned, her voice a harsh whisper. her father opened her mouth to speak, and she held up a hand. “Never mind. I don’t want to hear anymore of your excuses.”
18 years
“Get your feet up, Altman!”
She wanted to quit. The downpour had long since soaked through her outfit, making the polyester stick to her body in all the wrong places. It was becoming increasingly harder to run as the dirt quickly turned to thick mud, and her shoes were clogged with the stuff. She could no longer tell her sweat from the rain, and every fibre of her being told her to stop. Her legs burned with effort, the endorphins of the run had long since worn off. She was tired of being dirty, tired of the way her hair was falling out of its ponytail, and tired of the stupid sergeant barking orders at her. None of the other girls were being yelled at, and they were falling behind more so than her. 2 more miles. She told herself, taking a large gulp of air and forcing her body to work harder.
Collapsing into the mud, she crawled on her hands and knees until she fell onto her stomach. Rachelle gasped for breath, ignoring the fact that she was breathing in mud. With her heart rate slowly returning to normal, she slid her hands to hands and pushed herself back up and then to her feet, swaying from exhaustion. “Nice work, Altman.” Feeling the large, calloused hand slap her on the shoulder blade, she couldn’t help but smile, and laugh. “Can I take a shower now?”
21 years
Despite the fact that she went through the rigorous training, Rachelle turned down the opportunity to become a part of the U.S. Military. Graduating at the top of her class, she spent most of the years following her graduation drunk as a skunk. Rachelle had a hard time coping with her mothers new marriage, and the fact that she now had a half-brother, and the only way she knew to dull the pain was by drinking herself into oblivion.
One night when she was walking home from the bar after moving to New York, blissfully buzzed, a large figure crept out of an alley way and came up behind her. Slipping its hand over her mouth, Rachelle froze in place and tried to stop the panic from rising. Her head was buzzing, her body felt heavy, and her senses were dulled. She immediately regretted that second pornstar. Focusing on getting her body to move the way it was supposed to, she shoved her elbow back into his ribs, and then threw her arms up into the air and twisted out of his grasp. Wretching her neck, she turned to look at the man who was now coming towards her. Blinking hard, with her mouth slightly open, she timed a kick to his knee and as soon as he dropped, she turned and fled, her movements choppy from the alcohol and adrenaline.
Opening the door to her apartment, she ran into her bedroom and paced. “Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit!” She repeated over and over, her hands grasping clumps of her hair. “That was so fucking crazy.” She whisper, holding her elbow as her other hand made its way to rest on her body lip. She paced for twenty more minutes, before stripping down to her underwear and falling into bed.
23 years
Having been recruited by the Hunter Project, Rachelle struggled with the idea of the drugs. She knew that they were essential to being a successful hunter, but the idea of them crippling her body terrified her. She had made it through the trials successfully, though the prospect of going through that pain again frightened her. She had thought that she had a decently high pain tolerance, but she knew now that that meant nothing in this place. Rachelle wanted to be a Hunter, to ‘merge with the drugs’ as the woman had called it, but the fear of the unknown scared her senseless. Not to mention that if she didn’t merge successfully, she could very well wind up dead at twenty-three. talk about being stuck between a rock and a hard place.
“I want the drugs.” She stated forcefully, confidently, even though her heart was pounding hard in her chest. She made the decision, which ones she wanted, and with shaky hands, she popped one of the pills. Standing still, she waited for the inevitable.
The pain engulfed every single nerve in her body, and her legs buckled beneath her, and she hit the floor, hard. Gasping for breath, she clawed at the floor, her eyes squeezed shut. “M-make..” Rachelle breathed, clenching her hands into fists, and rolling onto her back. Her arms came up over her chest, her back arching as she released a blood-curdling scream and she started to cry. “make it stop!” She wailed, turning onto her side and then onto her stomach, pushing herself onto her hands and knees. Tears flowed freely from her ears, and then she passed out.
Coming to slowly, her eyelids fluttered for several moments before they finally opened and focused. Getting up from the floor, she swayed, unsteady on her feet, and her hands immediately came to rest on either side of her head. “Fuck sakes.” She mumbled, exasperated. Everything was heightened. She could hear the buzzing of the lights above her head, see fine pigments of her hands, and her clothes felt odd, and heavy against her skin. Amazed, she looked around to see where the woman was, but she could not locate her. “What the hell..” She said in awe as a creature crawled out of an open door, it’s body twisted in ways that just looked painful. It was slobbering all over, it’s head swaying from side to side. “What the hell is that thing!” She screamed, immediately starting to panic. But then, everything slowed down. She could hear the demons breaths, hear its heart beat in its chest, and she found herself crouching down, her hands ready for whatever happened. The demon slunk towards it, and she looked to her left and right before she found a weapon. Snatching it up, she felt the weight of the sword in her hand, and twirled it around her hand before gripping it with both hands, a malicious smile stretching across her lips. “Come and get it, fucker.”
ALIAS: envy
YEARS ROLEPLAYED: 11 years
WHERE DID YOU FIND US: an ad