` rachelle beckett { headed off the deep end

[Crush]

RACHELLE ADRIENNE BECKETT

name, Rachelle Adrienne Beckett, frequently shortened to Elle, occasionally called by her last name only
gender, Female
animal, Duncas Gazelle
age, Sixteen
birthday, April twenty second
year, Junior
orientation, Heterosexual

height, Five feet and four inches
weight, One hundred and eight pounds
hair, Naturally blond, usually dyed as of late
eyes, Mostly blue, but sometimes blue-grey
face claim, Alexz Johnson
generally, Thin, feminine

Elle is small and tiny, easily capable of being the belle of the ball. Her eyes are big, blue and expressive, standing out even without any of the makeup that's typically present. Her cheekbones aren't particularly defined, but it doesn't make her ugly or anything even remotely close. In fact it only seems to add to her charm, particularly when she smiles, cheeks dimpling slightly when she does and it's sincere. Her body is delicate and thin, nearing anorexic in appearance even though she is nothing of the sort. She isn't particularly strong, either, so it isn't like there's lean muscle or anything. Her legs are the strongest, with years of horseback riding behind that, but even then, they aren't anything spectacular. She prefers mace and quick fleeing to fighting. Her clothing stye varies drastically depending solely on her mood at that particular moment, and her hair color is much the same with regards to its color and style. She doesn't trim it just for a look, but she will dye it, curl it, or anything else to make it bend to her will.

when shifted, Small, delicate, click

Standing at only about one foot and ten inches at her shoulder, if you thought Elle was tiny as a human, you had better rethink. Her legs are thin, so thin you'd think they would snap just under her slight weight. Her fur is a soft, light brown, with a white underbelly. White peppers around her eyes, and darker brown can be seen on her forehead and between the white fur on her belly and the rest of her coat. Her eyes are large and black, and her ears large as can only be expected with her species. She has small horns protruding from her head, angled backwards and almost as tall as her ears, but not quite. They curve so the points are perpendicular to the sky at the tips.

likes, cigarettes; music; guitars; boys; skipping class; sneaking out; alcohol
dislikes, her brother, Nate; horses; school; homework; strict schedules; being told not to do something
strengths, great singer; plays guitar very well; sure of herself most the time
weaknesses, cigarettes; will go against her own morals to break the rules; older guys
habits, smokes, usually at least one a day; will randomly hum or sing, a human jukebox; will wake up and sit out in the grass at sunset, strumming her guitar
secrets, what happened to her when she was thirteen [see history]
traits, Rebellious, pessimistic, stubborn, charismatic, slightly self-absorbed

Elle can be classified as the classic rebellious teenager. She'll do things her own way, and that's it. You can't control her; if you tell her to walk, she'll run; if you tell her to go to bed she'll stay awake for hours more. Reverse psychology, though, is often spotted instantly and won't work either, making her difficult to deal with and near impossible to manage. She is undeniably intelligent, or, at least, has relatively reliable instincts and is quite good at following them. She's generally pessimistic, though she claims it's realism and nothing more. Of course, she has a reason for it - you don't live through what she's lived through and continue to maintain a fully positive outlook on life. The lack of support she received in recovery from the trauma only served to harden her to the possibility of a good outcome, even though it was really her own fault for hiding it so well.

Without having been a cheerleader, and never wanting to be one, she worked her way up to queen bee of the school quickly, only just finishing grade ten and still controlling just about everyone around her and loving it. She was the trendsetter, the one that everyone either loved to hate or hated to love. Now that she's been forced into coming here, to the middle of nowhere, she's hardly impressed, though she's determined to make the best of it. Her goal? Get right back to the top; and, while she's at it, find a way out of Beckett's Creek and back to a big city somewhere, anywhere.

mother, Abigail Beckett, alive, fifty one
father, Richard Beckett, deceased
siblings, Nathaniel Beckett, alive, twenty one
lovers, None
others, None
pets, None
story, Generally happy at first, currently in a self-destructive spiral

Sixteen years ago, little miss Rachelle was born in Calgary, Alberta. And trust me, this little blond haired, blue eyed beauty grew up fast. She walked before her brother had, talked earlier than he had and she never shut up. He parents split up, but it never quite affected her. She'd only ever been close to her mother, so when her father left she almost didn't notice. Then, she was in school. She made friends rather easily; she was a talkative, friendly girl, after all.

Life continued on and she was forced into riding lessons against her will. This increased her hatred for her father, especially as Nate was his golden child because he was a natural and enjoyed the riding. She, on the other hand, flopped around like a fish and hated the experience. This drew the siblings apart, at least in her opinion. Despite this, she became rather good. After all, she had been stuck in lessons for two or three times a week from the time she was seven until recently, when he father died her father died. She never went anywhere with it, but she was certainly an excellent rider.

When she was thirteen, life changed. It was summer and she was supposed to be going off to camp. She didn't want to, since Nate would be leaving to ride on the professional circuit while she was gone. Although they had drifted, she still wanted to spend every last second she could with him. She found a way back into the city and had been walking from the bus stop to the hotel she'd booked a room in so her mother would never know. Upon passing a dark alley, she was pulled into the shadows. It was the worst night of her life, something anyone would expect once they figured out what happen. That night, she was gang raped. She attempted to call Nate after, bruised, disheveled and scared. He didn't pick up. Her heart turned to ice in regards to him in that instant - she'd always been one for looking at things in black or white when emotional. She found herself at a shelter where a kind older lady took care of her, though it wasn't the same. She was a stranger, and Elle made sure it stayed that way.

She returned home when she was supposed to, Nate gone, and she hasn't seen him since. She's avoided him whenever he came home. She changed at that point, gaining a pessimistic view on life and turning to rebellion, cigarettes and alcohol. Life got better again - though how much of that was drunken stupors and acting, even she isn't certain - and she was able to pretend nothing had ever happened, though she was never quite the same. Finally fed up with her daughter's self-destructive behaviour, her mother packed her up and shipped her off to Innovation - and she's hated the last person in her family she cared for ever since.

name, Crush
experience, Eight to nine years
other characters, Alice Genevieve Morel and Reicher Nikola Nacht
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