VON RAEl, ranelle kjara

[KJARA VON RAEL]

kjararanellevon rael.
what's up, winterthorne? i'm SAR,
and i'm applying to your FANTASTIC
little site. i'm 16 years young.
i've only been roleplaying for 4 years
long, but you can still count on me to be
the LOONEY one.



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name , Kjara Ranelle von Rael. (key-are-uh)
nicknames , KJ, Kayjay, Kjay
age and year , sixteen, sophomore.
sexual preference , straight bitchez.
birthday , may twenty-seventh, nineteen-ninety three.
species , demon
occupation , student
powers ,

• Shapeshifter: Kjara can change her form into any creature. From a fish, to a lion. But what makes Kjara different, is that she can change into mythological creatures as well. But she usually tends to stick to a wolf or dog, which is why she is mistaken for a Werewolf. Although there is one perk about Kjara. Although she can not change her body into another human being, she is able to shifter only one part of her "human" body: her skin. Since she is ashamed to carry on what her family calls her tattoo "The Link", becasue she isn't living up to her name, and therefore she hides the tattoo by changing her skin color.
  
• Animal Speech & Control: Adding to her animalistic ability, Kjara can talk to animals through mind and normal human tongue, but through her mind Kjara has a “range”. Within a mile, Kjara can detect any creature (animal) within that range, and speak to them. While she is in their mind, she can control their every move. She can see what they see, hear what they hear, and do what they do.
  

butdamnyoulookgood.
( andi'mdrunk )

height , five foot three.
weight , changes often from 109-115.
tattoos and piercings ,

• Ears pierced three times
  
• A spiral tattoo that curls around her cheek
  
• Belly button pierced
  

best feature , Her legs and eyes. Her eyes are a blue and green heterochromatic, but she wears contacts to hide them.
general , Kj rangers her clothes quite often. One second she wears high-fashion clothes from dresses, to high heels, and tight cotton sweaters. But normally, around the summer time, she sticks to tanks and shorts. Her long blonde hair is put up most of the time, especially when she’s trying to concentrate on something important, like writing or figuring out a way to help save an animal. But most of her clothes come form Aeropostale, and occasionally Victoria’s Secret. Kjara can be very girly, and therefore wears many lace bras and underwear that bring out her dark skinned color stand out. But her most favorite one to wear, is her sea-foam green lace bra with matching boy shirts. Normally, Kjara is always wearing the same jacket: a simple, black hoodie. To her, it’s a great way to hide her face when she feels as if she looks horrible or is in such a horrid mood that she doesn’t want anyone to notice her or her face. Since her parents love sending her clothes, her whole entire closet is full of classy, high dollar clothes from so many stores, one could make a book (most likely a small one), but it’s overall a lot of clothes for a girl to have. But when working around animals in need, Kjara wears jeans, tennis shoes, and just a plain ol’ tee.
playby , Myself.

littledeathsinmusicalbeds.
( soitseemsi'msomeonei'venevermet! )

likes ,

• Books
  
• Nature
  
• Swimming
  
• Running
  
• Writing
  
• Playing soccer
  
• Shape-shifting
  
• Watermelon
  

dislikes ,

• Yelling
  
• Ropes
  
• Occasionally men
  
• Heat
  
• Tight spaces
  
• High frequency noises
  
• Animal abuse
  
• Book abuse

strengths ,

• Sassy humor
  
• Cocky
  
• Animals
  
• Knowledge

weaknesses ,

• Sarcasm
  
• Books
  
• Animals, also

fears ,

• Getting raped again
  
• Whips
  
• Sleeping

quirks ,

• Sassy as hell
  
• Bites lip
  
• Bites nails

secrets ,

• Was raped
  
• Committed murder at thirteen

general , Before, Kjara was quiet, sweet, and kind-hearted. But now, she’s cold as ice, careless, sarcastic, and occasionally, hateful. Now don’t get her wrong, she does have a heart, and uses it on occasion with the ones she’s close too: which isn’t really a lot. KJ is quite the stubborn gal, and will rarely give into something that she doesn’t want to do. In a way, she’s like a cat. In other ways, a dog. It seems as if she’d prefer being an animal more than a human (or Demon, technically) and it’s true. She trusts animals more than she does other beings. Even though she seems to be a hateful person, she’s actually a kind hearted person on the inside. Events at Winterthrone have changed her more than anything else has in her life. The people she’s met has changed her into a whole different person. Sometimes, she could care less if her best friend is dying, and then the next she’s hoping and praying that they’ll live.

I guess, you could say, she’s bi-polar. But not the kind that is totally over dramatic. She just gets angered easily, and well, is depressed. Loosing her friends and family isn’t something she takes to easily. As of now, the people at this school are the only family she has to hold on to. Her adopted parents, yes, but they are all the way in Slovakia. It just takes time for her to adjust to new people and new places. Even though she’s angered very easily, she’s also naïve. And very, very, gullible. But, hey, who isn’t? Her most favorite thing to do (besides reading) is to sit and watch the sun set. Since her mother passed away, it’s became a habit for her to not only watch the sun set every night, but to lay out on the roof of any building, and count as many stars that she can.

Sometimes, you can find her by herself, searching for any sign of plants that are usable in her medical teas or even spices for foods that she loves to cook. But her most common way of being found is sitting or standing by some stray animal that came across her path. She’ll either be talking to it using human tongue, by her mind, petting, or taking care of them if they are injured. But, one thing about Kjara, don’t judge her. She’s inwardly a girl who just wants something most people take advantage of; A family.

idon'tcarewhatyouthink.
( aslongasit'saboutme! )

favorite cereal , Muffin Tops, atm
deal or no deal , NO DEAL
if confronted by the living dead , stare…

wordsofwisdomfortheweary.
( seewhogetsitintheend )

hometown , Lofotn, Slovakia
family , Adopted Parents- Eugene and Eustace von Rael; Cousin- Crythm von Ral (mother’s sisters side)
pets , All animals
best memory , Coming to Winterthrone
worst memory , Watching her mother get slaughtered
history , Kjara isn’t your average girl. Once upon a time, when she first arrived at Winterthrone, she was innocent, a sweet-heart of a sort. But deep inside, she was quiet, secretive, and afraid of many things. At the age of twelve, her mother was slaughtered execution style, and not to long after that, was raped by her mother’s own murder. For a while, she was terrified to even step close to a man: that was, until the day she killed the one who raped her. Truthfully, it was an accident, but she felt so much relief, knowing that he was gone and out of the world. But that never stopped her fears of men themselves. Although she was adopted, and loved her adopted father with all her heart, she never truly trusted him. It wasn’t until she first came to Winterthrone, and finally let loose her fear of men.

At a small age, Kjara was an outcast. Yes, magic did run through her blood, but she wasn’t born “right”, as you would say. When she was five years old, Kjara started her first change: it was a wolf pup. But not your average wolf pup. She was fairly large, and there were small nubs that went along the back of her neck, and halfway down her spine. As she grew older, the form she took to when most angry, grew also. It grew until she was over six feet tall, coal black, and covered in bone-like spikes. No one in her family’s history had ever taken a form as such, and especially in anger. But that form was what sent her to the school in the first place. Her anger was constantly getting the best of her, and the last straw was when she killed the man who raped her. But now that she has arrived, her anger has dispersed, and she only became quiet, easily angered, and thoughtful.

When she was younger, she spent most of her time with her mother in the garden and out in the woods near their small farm. She learned how to survive on her own, to heal wounds without magic (which her mother never had to worry, she could heal with magic. It skipped Kj), and test unknown plants to see if they were edible or usable. She’s used this knowledge to her advantage, and can name a plant simply by smell, and even sometimes by sight if she could see the plant. Often, she was found outside planting her own plants while talking to her pet dog, or a stray animal that made it’s way into her yard. At night, her mother would cook dinner and they’d eat by the setting sun, and when finished, lay on the hill and wait until the sun fully set before heading back in. Her real mother would sing her songs, tell her stories of her families history, and even sometimes about her mother’s own life. And on rare occasions, she would tell Kjara bout her father, who she only knows his name: Dereck.

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Erde glared at Alhambra. Do I look like I don’t like you? Jeesh. She rolled her red-brown eyes, turning her attention to the roof to calm down. But what really caught her off guard was when he started to guess names. Dirt? Dirt?! Are you serious?! Her jaw dropped open and she “ugh’d” one good time. Shaking her head rapidly, she stuck her paw in the dirt and the leaves, mixing them together. Come dip shit. Think harder, she mentally prodded him, her eyes glinting in humor as the thoughts jumbled in her slender head. As she opened her mouth, a soft, harmonic laugh escaped her lips, and she cocked her head slightly to the left, shaking her head. No. She couldn’t speak. Her smile turned into a quick frown when he began to ask questions. How would she reply. First, she shrugged. She was known by many names, so it wouldn’t matter if he called her Dirt, or even Schmirt. It was all the same. She couldn’t object. And two; she nodded. Yes, she was new here. Three; she shook her head no. She was not from here. Four; she nodded again. It was a beautiful night, she thought, looking into Hambra’s eyes. Because you are here. Her eyes seemed to speak the very words that she though. And they were true. She has never seen someone so beautiful, so graceful like herself. She couldn’t help but let the smile return to her face, her tail wagging rapidly back and forth.

Erde stood up, and began to circle Alhambra. He seemed to be coated with some sort of scent. A scent of other males and females. Who where they? Where they his siblings, or his mates? Friends? Her facial expression flattened, and she cocked her head again, this time to the right as she sat back in front of him, tail sweeping the dirt and leaves away from her. Who cares about her name anyways? Finally, Earth got the guts to try something. She stood up again and shyly slunk up to Alhambra, and placed her nose against his, hoping to send of a message. She was playing no joke with him. She pulled away from him, her mouth parting as she let her tongue roll out of her jaws. She began to pant. She was getting excited, because this male was actually being nice to her. He wasn’t crazy. He wasn’t rude. And…he was cute.

Well, so was Anubis, but he was insane. Literally. He tortured animals while they were alive. At least when Erde hunted the animals died a quick, painless death. Erde shuddered slightly as she recalled the scene of the poor, innocent feline was tortured. It was slammed into trashcans, it’s spine was severed and it was paralyzed from the hips down, and then she watched…she watched him rip open it’s stomach, it’s entrails spilling out all over the ground, and she just, well, watched, as he ate the heart while it was still beating. Erde’s eyes clouded over. That was so scary. How could anyone do such a thing to a poor creature? Hell, Erde would never do such a thing. To anyone or anything. She shuddered again, turning her attention back to Alhambra. She put on a fake smile, hoping he wouldn’t see she was severely troubled.

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