RAYNE, ember finnley

[EMBER RAYNE]

ember finnley rayne

i don't need a parachute

name: Ember Finnley Rayne
alias: Cat, Bolt, or Em. Though in her past she responded more to Em, she likes being called Cat now
gender: Female
age: 18
birthday: July 4th
position: Student
sexuality: Heterosexual
player: Mo-zzarilla

hand behind my neck

eyes: Ocean blue with flecks of sea green
hair: Very long, blond hair, usually kept in a pony tail or just left naturally wavy
skin: Warm honey-colored skin, free from blemishes
height: 5’11”
build: Strong looking. Tall, slender yet muscular, agile and athletic
marks: A 4-inch scar on the left side of her belly button
face: Rosie Huntington-Whiteley

don't trust anyone but me

Because of her past, Ember is usually the ever silent, watchful type. At first glance, you might catch her guarded gaze pinned on you, and many are quick to judge her down-turned lips and emotionless face as she passes by. Not saying that she’s a loner, which she isn’t. No, in fact Ember likes to be out and about people, she suffers when she’s alone. Quite the contrary to her silent demeanor, once someone can get Ember to talk, her entire personality shines through. It would take a lot to provoke this girl into harming another. Loving, sweet-hearted and soft spoken when you get to know her, she would never come off as the loud, joke spewing party-goer that most of her old friends identified her as. Nowadays, even Ember’s loud, attention grabbing laugh is softer... In fact, it might strike people dumb when they learn how loud she can really be.

Anger. Sadness. Emotions that don’t ever seem to register in people’s minds when they think of Ember as a person. “No,no, she’s too soft spoken, to gentle and loving. How can she ever be possessed by such an ugly emotion? Such a sad one?” Unbelievably, Ember gets angry as well as sad. Especially sad. A lot. Her past haunts her, her guilt eats away at her until there is nothing left, no where to turn. Though she does try and hide it from others, and will frequently bottle it up until she’s all alone. Strangely however, Ember hates to cry. She can’t stand it, and never has been able to...

Intelligence is something that Ember was gifted with when she was born, that and a fantastic athletic ability. Her love of sports has always kept her moving, her loving for learning always causing her to check out more and more books from the library. With a knack for humor as well as a surprisingly ferocious, bold side to her that has caused her quite a bit of trouble, it would be safe to say that Ember is well rounded. Her confidence never was a problem, nor was her ability to make a new friend, even if at first that person isn’t so fond of her... Ember’s sweet, angelic nature masks the mixed emotions of fury and sadness that she hides so well deep within. Regardless of her pained past, however, she’ll still find time to make a friend laugh.

if i've got you

name: Kreikacha
species: Panthera Tigris altaica (Siberian Tiger)
house: Felid
age: Adult


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i won't tell anybody

Ember Finnley Rayne was born in the small town of Vardø, Norway, population 2,396, to a ailing mother and a disinterested father. At the age of ten, Em-- as her mother affectionately called her-- was a tall, pretty girl with many friends and a gift for drawing, painting, and making people laugh. Her father barley remembered her birthday, much less her name. Kreikacha was there when she was born. Oh yes, he was there, Ember remembers. Thinking back on those early days, those days before speech. Before opinionated thoughts and before sleep was welcome, she always will remember it. A warm, fuzzy feeling, like when you discover a new best friend. This she remembers, as well as a whisper of a name in her ear, in her mind.

As a toddler, Ember greeted the first sight of Krei with what can only be described as a mixture of relief and utter joy. She would babble constantly to the “pretty fire bird”, as she often told her mother when asked who she was talking to. Indeed, Krei often would take on the form of a Phoenix, though only for brief, flickering seconds. As she progressed on into ages 5, 6, and 7, it wasn’t uncommon to see Ember staring off into a dazed silence as she and her daemon spoke together silently. This, of course, frightened her mother into fits of coughing. Luckily, this stage passed, though the coughing did not.

The size of Ember’s town resulted in tightly woven bunches of children. Cliques of girls, dog packs of boys, and Ember playing gleefully in between, dancing on her long legs from one group to the next as her sunny soul blossomed. Ot never failed that Krei was there, always playing, always talking. The two would spend entire days playing about the island together, never having to worry about being needed at home, since their mother was sick, and their father... Krei often expressed to Ember his hatred of the man-- he refused even to connect him as their dad. The disgust was always so evident in his tiny, ghostly voice that often times Ember could still hear it reverberating around her head at night, when the ghost of her daemon chose to disappear most often. No doubt people thought the child was crazy, always running around with wild hair and scuffed up knees, talking to herself, staring at something that wasn’t there... Or as Em often explained, she was obviously speaking to the tiger beside her. Her fierce conviction that Krei was, indeed, real frightened many of her friend’s mothers, but in a town as small as such, there wasn’t much room for complaining about your neighbors.

Her life ended the second she turned 13. Ember’s mother was on her deathbed, so close to dying one was afraid to look away. Her father, full of loathing for his “crazed” daughter who still spoke to air, would waste no time at all threatening her with all kinds of dreadful things when his wife passed. The night before her mother's death, Kreikacha appeared. Ember stared at him solemnly, his great form bowing her bed to the point of breaking, before standing and beckoning him to follow. She slipped into her mother’s dimly lit room. The sound of breathing was scarce. She crept to the bed, tiger brushing at her heels, and shook her mama’s hand. Krei will never forget the day he locked eyes with his dying mother. There was something in her eyes, some sort of light, an understanding, that touched him all the way down to his core. Ember slept beside her mother for the last time that night, and in the morning, she was gone.

Needless to say, her father didn’t take to kindly to the giant tiger standing guard over his daughter. Krei’s time had come, years of built up rage spilling out of his heart. He attacked, wounded, though did not kill. Overcome by her grief, Em numbly gathered up her things in a flimsy back pack before slipping onto her daemon’s striped back, digging her fingers into his fur. The two sped away.

Years later, at the age of 17, Ember and Krei found themselves trapped in a top secret facility belonging to the United States Army Research and Development Bureau. Back in Norway they had managed to live a week in hiding before it happened. Ember was attacked. Alone in a city, she had been trying to find some food from a dumpster when a few nasty looking men had crept up to her... They were found a day later, lying dead where they’d stood. Electrocuted, the autopsy report came in, with deep, gaping bite wounds all over their body. All four of them. The Secret Service stepped in from there, and only a few months later Ember and Krei found themselves in a new country, puzzling over a new language.

Facility held others like them. Other daemoners and daemons with powers. Deadly, scary powers. Day after day they were forced to practice, forced to train and hon these skills. They were to be weapons, a scientist had once growled at Ember. Weapons... and nothing more. They saw many like them, but made only four friends--No, family. Bryce, Lillian, Shane, and Gabriel. The five grew up together, from age thirteen until that final, terrible day. Looking out for each other, sharing their pasts, dreaming of their futures as normal, happy people. But they were just silly fantasies, Shane would always say. Back then, they would always promise one another that they’d get out before they turned 18, but slowly each birthday passed until only Ember’s remaained. One of the four, Gabriel, Ember fell deeply in love with. And he fell just as deeply back. His daemon, too, captured Kreikacha’s heart over time. And it was Gabriel’s love for Ember that got her out of the facility alive.

The plan was simple enough, they’d been developing it for years, but at that time security had been so low... Ember had been practicing ever since her first day in the prison, and her skills did not fail her. The electric cuffs around their ankles snapped off with a pop, and then the voltage streaming through the door died out... Lillian and her daemon caused weeds to grow inside all the cameras, disabling them before Bryce threw the door open with his mind, and then Shane shape shifted. Charging down the hallway as a lithe panther, he knocked executed the security in the hallway swiftly, signaling that the hallway was clear before prowling ahead with his Tasmanian devil daemon as the rest slipped from their cell. They made it as far as the door to the gym yard before the unthinkable: Lillian was shot. She must have only lived a second or so more, because there was a pleading look in her eyes before she faded. Run, she was saying.

Shane was the next to go. He was like a wraith, flying from guard, a cobra, a lion, a wolf, a bear, the blood matting his claws, fur, soaking his skin when a tranquilizer his him straight in the heart. He and his daemon were dragged off, alive, but to them as well as any of use, the place they was being taken back to was more death than the actual thing. Bryce’s death still haunts Ember in her dreams. His and his daemon's power, of lifting objects, levitating them, of being able to touch things with his mind, was what got them a step further. With barley a backwards glance and Em, Gabriel and their daemons, the pair summoned all their strength, collapsing the towers and bridge surrounding him and the guards in a wave of debris and smoke.

The forest was in plain sight, Gabriel and Ember ran, but not fast enough. Climbing over the barbed wire fence, Ember’s foot was grabbed, the man who held it yanking it back down, causing her to scream as a gash was ripped open in her stomach. The guards had caught up to them, they were finished. It was over. Gabriel, whose power was creating bombs and detonating them at will, did the only thing he could. “I love you” was all he said, as well as his daemon, before they detonated themselves, blasting Ember a hundred yards away from the facility. She would later realize, after recovering from the shock of it all, that Gabriel had not harmed her nor Kreikacha when he’d exploded. He’d managed to control it, shielding them completely from harm.

Ember and Krei were found near dead on the side of the road, and subsequently, had a little visitor whilst in the hospital from a person who spoke of a strange school that was perfect for them. After a few days of badgering, the two numbly agreed to go. Nearly a year after what they considered to be their true family’s death, daemon and daemoner are still reliving their pasts from within their dreams. Though they try as best they can to move on, at times it seems nearly impossible.

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[EMBER RAYNE]

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