Post by Chuck on Jul 30, 2007 7:39:57 GMT -5
Secret Identity - Chuck
Character Name - Rayne Mitchel
Parents - October and Hamish Mitchel
Position in Family - Only Child.
House -Slytherin
Age/Year -17/7th
Time - Heals
Sample Post [repost allowed] -(recycled) There was a loud crash and the entire house lit up like it was broad daylight. A tree in front of the house was now laying on the ground in two smoking pieces. Another flash and passers by could see the form of a young girl running past her window and being closely followed by a tall man with long hair. Another loud crash could be heard but this one wasn't from the storm. Inside the rundown two floor house a young girl had just been thrown through a door.
"How many times do I have to tell you??"
The girl tried to stand but a part of her shirt was attached to the door that she had just been thrown through. Breathing heavily and trying not to cry she began to tear at her shirt as the mans heavy footsteps came closer. Sadly she wasn't quick enough. She could feel him standing behind her and she knew that it be best for her to stop moving and wait for what was about to happen. Without warning he grabbed her half by her long brown hair and half by the back of her shirt and began dragging her. The girl screamed in pain as he pulled her back through the shredded door, leaving a small trail of blood behind. The man dragged her up the stairs and tossed her into the hall way.
"You are not to speak of your mother, you have no right. DO YOU HEAR ME? NO RIGHT!"
The girl stood and ran to her room as quick as she could. Once she was there she locked the door and ran to her closet. She would be safe there until morning, or at least until he fell asleep. Oh how she wished that were the case. No matter how hard she tried to drown out the noise she could hear him screaming at her and pounding the door. After only a few minutes he broke through it. This time she would be ready.
"Jackie...Come out and see your dear father. I only want to give you a hug...Jack? Come out here...NOW"
With that the girl came running out of her closet holding a baseball bat. Too long had she suffered his brutal beating, too long had she been held responsible for her mothers death. It was over. Jack let out a loud scream and began to beat the man with her bat. Over and over again she would hit him. Blood flew in all directions, most of it landing on her. With the last bit of strength she possessed she gave him a shove and watched as he fell back wards and out the window.
As his body his the glass there was another loud crash. This time it was of Jack falling out of bed and hitting the floor. It had been a bad dream. Well, that is what most people would be able to say. Not Jack. No, it had all been too real, every second of it. The only difference was that wasn't how it ended. In real life it had been Jack who got pushed through the window. She had never been strong enough to beat her father death, and she probably never would be.
Rolling her eyes she began to pick herself up off the floor and clean up her mess of tangled sheets. The room was empty, which meant it must be Saturday. This was odd to Jack, she was never the last one up. Throwing her things on her bed she checked the clock. It was only 9 in the morning, where was everybody?
Doesn't matter she thought, at least now I don't have to wait for people to get out of my way for the mirror. Jack made her way to wards the full length mirror and took a good long look at herself. The girl looking back was unhealthy. To begin with Jack was already a small girl, she only stood at 5'2, and now since dealing with her father had caused so much stress she had lost an unhealthy amount of weight. She also looked older than usual. There were bags under her big hazel eyes, and her long brown hair looked a mess. Of course that could just be from struggling in her sleep but it still disturbed her. Shaking her head at herself she pulled her hair back into a ponytail and got dressed. Today was going to be one of those days, no one was going to be able to talk to her. Jack honestly felt bad for anyone who was about to try it.
(If accepted could I make her half vampire. Already a student at hogwarts, maybe attacked over holidays but the vampire didn't get the chance to finish the job. The school could have let her stay because they know that she isn't dangerous and by the time she completely turns she will be graduated.
If no then that is fine. I can have her human.)
Character Name - Rayne Mitchel
Parents - October and Hamish Mitchel
Position in Family - Only Child.
House -Slytherin
Age/Year -17/7th
Time - Heals
Sample Post [repost allowed] -(recycled) There was a loud crash and the entire house lit up like it was broad daylight. A tree in front of the house was now laying on the ground in two smoking pieces. Another flash and passers by could see the form of a young girl running past her window and being closely followed by a tall man with long hair. Another loud crash could be heard but this one wasn't from the storm. Inside the rundown two floor house a young girl had just been thrown through a door.
"How many times do I have to tell you??"
The girl tried to stand but a part of her shirt was attached to the door that she had just been thrown through. Breathing heavily and trying not to cry she began to tear at her shirt as the mans heavy footsteps came closer. Sadly she wasn't quick enough. She could feel him standing behind her and she knew that it be best for her to stop moving and wait for what was about to happen. Without warning he grabbed her half by her long brown hair and half by the back of her shirt and began dragging her. The girl screamed in pain as he pulled her back through the shredded door, leaving a small trail of blood behind. The man dragged her up the stairs and tossed her into the hall way.
"You are not to speak of your mother, you have no right. DO YOU HEAR ME? NO RIGHT!"
The girl stood and ran to her room as quick as she could. Once she was there she locked the door and ran to her closet. She would be safe there until morning, or at least until he fell asleep. Oh how she wished that were the case. No matter how hard she tried to drown out the noise she could hear him screaming at her and pounding the door. After only a few minutes he broke through it. This time she would be ready.
"Jackie...Come out and see your dear father. I only want to give you a hug...Jack? Come out here...NOW"
With that the girl came running out of her closet holding a baseball bat. Too long had she suffered his brutal beating, too long had she been held responsible for her mothers death. It was over. Jack let out a loud scream and began to beat the man with her bat. Over and over again she would hit him. Blood flew in all directions, most of it landing on her. With the last bit of strength she possessed she gave him a shove and watched as he fell back wards and out the window.
As his body his the glass there was another loud crash. This time it was of Jack falling out of bed and hitting the floor. It had been a bad dream. Well, that is what most people would be able to say. Not Jack. No, it had all been too real, every second of it. The only difference was that wasn't how it ended. In real life it had been Jack who got pushed through the window. She had never been strong enough to beat her father death, and she probably never would be.
Rolling her eyes she began to pick herself up off the floor and clean up her mess of tangled sheets. The room was empty, which meant it must be Saturday. This was odd to Jack, she was never the last one up. Throwing her things on her bed she checked the clock. It was only 9 in the morning, where was everybody?
Doesn't matter she thought, at least now I don't have to wait for people to get out of my way for the mirror. Jack made her way to wards the full length mirror and took a good long look at herself. The girl looking back was unhealthy. To begin with Jack was already a small girl, she only stood at 5'2, and now since dealing with her father had caused so much stress she had lost an unhealthy amount of weight. She also looked older than usual. There were bags under her big hazel eyes, and her long brown hair looked a mess. Of course that could just be from struggling in her sleep but it still disturbed her. Shaking her head at herself she pulled her hair back into a ponytail and got dressed. Today was going to be one of those days, no one was going to be able to talk to her. Jack honestly felt bad for anyone who was about to try it.
(If accepted could I make her half vampire. Already a student at hogwarts, maybe attacked over holidays but the vampire didn't get the chance to finish the job. The school could have let her stay because they know that she isn't dangerous and by the time she completely turns she will be graduated.
If no then that is fine. I can have her human.)
