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The time slowly slipped by as Rachel kept her eyes on the clock. She’s offered to help out at the Dhampir dojo, which meant they’d put her at the front desk with nothing to do. ‘Three more minutes and then you can leave... just three more minutes,’…Continue
Rachel had been laying on the ground outside of her house for the past three hours. The clouds covered the sun and so she laid there waiting for some sign of snow. “Come on,” She whispered. All she wanted was to see snow fall from the sky. Her eye…Continue
Species: Canadian Dhampir | D.O.B: October 31st, 1967 | Place of Birth: Montreal, Quebec, Canada | Located: Evermore City, Colorado | Sexuality: Does it matter? | Relationship: Single but is cuter than Logan | Occupation: Hunter (I am a queen) | Rank: I own NASA...
Build: Slender & Slight | Distinguishing marks: Runes | Positive: Honest, Determined, Intelligent| Negative: Quiet, Untrusting, Manipulative | Likes: Socks, cats, lotions, Oreos, & Fudge | Dislikes: Annoying noises
Rachel's mother and father met in a small town in Alaska. Her father was the town sheriff who was off-duty at the bar one night with some friends. He was a young, handsome man and despite being slightly cocky and a bit of an ass sometimes, he was quite popular with the women of the town. It was that night at the bar that a woman he didn’t know, a newcomer to town, approached him. She was beautiful and exotic, unlike anything he had even seen in the small Alaskan town before. They flirted, played pool and darts, and drank together all night. They left together and he never looked back.
A year passed and she became pregnant with his child, a daughter they found out. It was then that she revealed what she was and what their child would be. She told him she was leaving and that it would be better for him if he forgot they had ever met, that he even had a child somewhere. He protested and got angry when she revealed that this was what she did, what she had been doing for a long time. She told him she had another child, a son and he said he never wanted to see her again or ever lay eyes on the child she was carrying. Barely giving the man a second glance she left.She had the baby, a beautiful little raven-haired girl in Montreal, Quebec, Canada. She remained in the city, raising the child until she was about 10 before informing her daughter of what she was and leaving her. Rachel spent the next 8 years moving from foster home to foster home. She struggled through school, also trying to work a full time job to save money for herself. Rachel grew up with a rougher crowd and not really having any close friends she could trust or really get close with, she grew into a quiet young adult. She managed to graduate high school and move out of town and down to New York City. It was here that her mother found her.