Post by Rachel Gavial on Dec 30, 2009 14:37:24 GMT -5
Name: Rachel Gavial ---ichigo
Age: 18
Gender: Female
School Attending: St. Maitor
Subject: Art
Parnter: none
Appearance: Now that she is a year older and coming back to teach, Rachel stands a half inch taller with her shoudlers squared and her head level. She has a calm demeenor and always wears very little make-up.
Hair color: Brown
Hair style: Length goes to the small of her back and has sideswept bangs. She either wears it down , in a pony tal, or in pigtails.
Eye color: Brown
Height: 5'4
Dress: She wears a lot of mute colored and reserved outfits during school but outside of school, she is a bit more bold in color choices. She likes the color green. She still enjoys dressing in reserved fashion though. Simple flat shoes adorn her small feet unless she is walking for leasure.
glasses: No
Personality: The year at St. Maitor had changed her personality to from mousey to just quietly reserved. She has a cheery disposition for the most part but doesn't make it too obvious. She is kind and caring to the students she will be teaching. She feels the need to help anyone, especially a student and will go to great lengths to do it.
History: She came from a small family of five. She has a mother, father, sister, and brother. They lived in America most of her life. Her father obtained a job in Japan and now they live here. She enrolled in St. Miators Girls' Academy a year ago and has made life long friends. Graduation came in a blur and now she teaches with a silent eye on her new love...Rin.
Her absence from the school wasn't long but it seemed an eternity to her. After spending time with Rin in the summer house, she had been hospitalized. She doesn't have much memory of how it happened. Only hazy fragments of memory fade in and out. She had passed out after she had returned to the school and somehow was admitted to the hospital. All she recalls of the time there was bright lights and muffled voices. When she finally resurfaced from the haze, she was told that there had been a heart murmur and it had blocked the oxygen to her brain. She would have to be careful from now on and take a perscription medicine. Now she has returned to Astraea Hill to reclaim her spot as the Art Instructor and hopefully... as Rin's love.
View of the Etoiles: She feels the position of Etoile is a very heavy weigt for young girls to carry. It is a big responsibility for only one to carry. When Rin was Etoile, Rachel knew that she must have been of very strong character to handle the position so well and on her own. It seems to Rachel that the Etoile possition would still be difficult but less difficult with a partner.
View of other schools: Rachel was never competitive so she has a integrated view of the schools. She looks at them as a whole.
Sample RP:
She buttoned up the last button to her simple green dress and straightened out her skirts. It was her first day back at Astrea Hill. Rachel's eyes burned with emotion as she walked through the gates. Her hands trembled at her sides because she knew not what to do with them. Her absence had been unexpected and she knew there would be explaining to do. Hoping that time hadn't been too hard on certain hearts, she trudged along to the convent to reclaim her spot on the staff as the Art Insrtuctor...and hopefully...as Rin's love.
She knew that it was too much to expect of Rin. She had probably already found a new lover to take her place. Rachel was not an impressionable person. Her cheeks flamed when she thought of her and Rin's time together only being a fling. Then she simmered down and told herself that it was alright. She would be proffessional and would not let her feelings hinder her work. Still... she wondered what awaited.
Rachel entered the convent and knelt at the altar. Her pressence there was void though. No praise, no prayers, no thoughts at all crossed her mind. She was empty, staring up at the statue of the Mother Mary. A pain in her chest broke the gaze and she lowered her head and she placed a hand over her heart. Oh that beating organ that plagued her...in more ways than one. She caught her breath and shakingly stood. Sweat from the pain had beaded over her brow. "It will be alright," she mummbled to herself and she smiled softly at the Mother Mary. What a solomn figure she was, Mother Mary. Solomn indeed.
Age: 18
Gender: Female
School Attending: St. Maitor
Subject: Art
Parnter: none
Appearance: Now that she is a year older and coming back to teach, Rachel stands a half inch taller with her shoudlers squared and her head level. She has a calm demeenor and always wears very little make-up.
Hair color: Brown
Hair style: Length goes to the small of her back and has sideswept bangs. She either wears it down , in a pony tal, or in pigtails.
Eye color: Brown
Height: 5'4
Dress: She wears a lot of mute colored and reserved outfits during school but outside of school, she is a bit more bold in color choices. She likes the color green. She still enjoys dressing in reserved fashion though. Simple flat shoes adorn her small feet unless she is walking for leasure.
glasses: No
Personality: The year at St. Maitor had changed her personality to from mousey to just quietly reserved. She has a cheery disposition for the most part but doesn't make it too obvious. She is kind and caring to the students she will be teaching. She feels the need to help anyone, especially a student and will go to great lengths to do it.
History: She came from a small family of five. She has a mother, father, sister, and brother. They lived in America most of her life. Her father obtained a job in Japan and now they live here. She enrolled in St. Miators Girls' Academy a year ago and has made life long friends. Graduation came in a blur and now she teaches with a silent eye on her new love...Rin.
Her absence from the school wasn't long but it seemed an eternity to her. After spending time with Rin in the summer house, she had been hospitalized. She doesn't have much memory of how it happened. Only hazy fragments of memory fade in and out. She had passed out after she had returned to the school and somehow was admitted to the hospital. All she recalls of the time there was bright lights and muffled voices. When she finally resurfaced from the haze, she was told that there had been a heart murmur and it had blocked the oxygen to her brain. She would have to be careful from now on and take a perscription medicine. Now she has returned to Astraea Hill to reclaim her spot as the Art Instructor and hopefully... as Rin's love.
View of the Etoiles: She feels the position of Etoile is a very heavy weigt for young girls to carry. It is a big responsibility for only one to carry. When Rin was Etoile, Rachel knew that she must have been of very strong character to handle the position so well and on her own. It seems to Rachel that the Etoile possition would still be difficult but less difficult with a partner.
View of other schools: Rachel was never competitive so she has a integrated view of the schools. She looks at them as a whole.
Sample RP:
She buttoned up the last button to her simple green dress and straightened out her skirts. It was her first day back at Astrea Hill. Rachel's eyes burned with emotion as she walked through the gates. Her hands trembled at her sides because she knew not what to do with them. Her absence had been unexpected and she knew there would be explaining to do. Hoping that time hadn't been too hard on certain hearts, she trudged along to the convent to reclaim her spot on the staff as the Art Insrtuctor...and hopefully...as Rin's love.
She knew that it was too much to expect of Rin. She had probably already found a new lover to take her place. Rachel was not an impressionable person. Her cheeks flamed when she thought of her and Rin's time together only being a fling. Then she simmered down and told herself that it was alright. She would be proffessional and would not let her feelings hinder her work. Still... she wondered what awaited.
Rachel entered the convent and knelt at the altar. Her pressence there was void though. No praise, no prayers, no thoughts at all crossed her mind. She was empty, staring up at the statue of the Mother Mary. A pain in her chest broke the gaze and she lowered her head and she placed a hand over her heart. Oh that beating organ that plagued her...in more ways than one. She caught her breath and shakingly stood. Sweat from the pain had beaded over her brow. "It will be alright," she mummbled to herself and she smiled softly at the Mother Mary. What a solomn figure she was, Mother Mary. Solomn indeed.
