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: Talulah Powma "Rain" - "Heavy Rain" - "Leaping water" Age
: Twenty six (November 20: 3:15 a.m.)Race
: Can effectively transform into a Raven at will. Rain is also sensitive to magics, and it's not difficult for her to identify vampires, fae, werewolfs, and/or witches. Further, Rain can feel death. When something dies, she senses it, no matter the distance. However, the closer she happens to be to the incident, the more intense the experience. She feels it like a sound, and a light, it's not particularly scary, or intimidating. It all depends on how much or how little Rain cares about the being that is losing it's life.Career
: Rain grew up on the reservation in Lyon county. She was fourteen when life begin to take every twist and turn for the odd. For now, We'll say that Rain is one of the best bartenders in Vegas. Customers don't particularly like her, it's her employers that benefit from her. She pours drinks properly without under or over serving. She holds her own in arguments with belligerent men. She's gorgeous, and she shares tips with the tills. She's worked all over town, but prefers to work in Casinos, the reasons are succinct as follows: People lose their entire bank accounts there, it's funny to her - Rain is a predator, and the Casino's are full of prey (metaphorically) - the men tip higher - the women don't talk to her as much as bars and clubs - drinks are more expensive, therefor, it's a better environment to work in. - Prostitutes go from one way to another, she lives vicariously through them, watching them, and hiring them on occasion. - she can smoke inside. - they wages are good. - The list goes on.Personality
: Rain is dark, demented, unfocused, and full of character flaws. She does get sick enjoyment out of other's suffering. Within this, is the idea that one must suffer in order to grow, and Rain knows this at the center of her being. The humor comes from the fact that people usually handle these situations poorly. This is more prominent in her exchange with strangers. She does exude this energy with her friends as well, typically helping through the scenarios, rather than just blowing a chuckled breathe of smoke in their face. Rain prefers a large circle of friends, for she is an intensly social woman. She has learned to appreciate company of honest folks, and she does treat her friends with utmost respect most of the time.
She's a sexual creature, and a lot of her thought-patterns revolve around getting laid. She is incredibly persuasive, and creative with her language. It almost seems like she can talk ideas into people's heads, forcing them to bide by her will. Of course, she has no real power in this sense, unless one considers her sexuality and her charisma as power. She prefers to dance alone, or with multiple partners, this is the exact opposite in the bedroom. Rain is not an artist, by any stretch of the word, she is an oppurtunist, a trickster, and devious. Drunk, she gets angry fast, and only the prospect of middle-eastern food or sex distract her enough to drop the grudge and move on with life. See, Rain is greedy, she has never turned down food, or left her plate empty. She likes to smoke, and eat, and fuck. Money is no object to her, objects are objects to her.
She gets along better with men than she does women. She has a distanced connection with her tribe. She feels like her people have lost their ways, through no fault of their own. She feels lucky to be alive, and lucky to be as gifted as she is. But, the Paiute way is more alive in her than the collective culture that she came from. This belief is firmly held in her mind. If Rain can get away with it, she lets people believe that she's white. If the conversation arises though, she holds no shame of her own past or her ancestor's.Appearance
: Only 5'4 inches tall, obviously thin, about 121 lbs. Rain's appearance is about as accurate as the pictures in the spoiler. Rain is petite, her breasts and her hips hardly hold the shape of a woman's body. Her greatest feature is her tuned abdomen/chalice. Her olive skin tans into a light brown every spring, and it doesn't fade until the beginning of winter. The only suggested difference between Rain's actual appearance, and these two girls in the photos is that Rain's eyes are a dark dark brown. And, she would likely appear to be more native than either of these two, but she has caucassion in her blood, so not too much.Background History
: Rain lived a sad life as a native child. She had two older brother's that each seemed to abandon the tribe when they were little. They spent their time with white kids from off of the reservation. She had chosen to associate with her people, though. It was a difficult, uneasy existence for such a young person. She was well aware of her abilities, and she had felt cursed for most of that time. Her mother was Spanish, and German. So, she was horrified to discover that her daughter turned into a crow. Her father insisted that Leaping Water was a Raven, one of the most important, and enigmatic creature in the world. He told his wife of Raven myths from other tribes in the area, for the Paiute did not have a popular myth for the Raven. She was swayed, and she stayed with her family, as dysfunctional as their future seemed to be.
Rain was told to keep her abilities hidden, however, her father was unaware of how deep her power went. Her sense of death started to scare people. She would always stumble upon creatures, or sometimes people recently deceased. Some begin to suspect her a demon of some kind. Others were more convinced that she was sent to Earth to deal with the grief of others. She didn't like either of these ideas. She started to rebel against everyone. And what she did from the ages of fourteen to sixteen will never be forgiven. Her parents begin to despise her, and Rain ostracized herself by choice before she leanred complex algebra in school.
Rain used her teenagers years like an endless well of entertainment. She moved out of the reservation, and started to make her way in the world with dirty jobs, especially for a girl her age. There were two years spent in the shadows of the evil under carriage of Vegas. She took for the desert city immediately. She worked hard, no matter what that work was. And no man could deny her sexuality. It oozed from her, so she took room and board for exchanges of sex. Officially, She was a prostitute, and a stripper the moment she turned eighteen, and she turned to hard drugs as an escape from this life-style. Her favorite substance was weed, but she also used coke, and black-tar smokable opium. Liquor made a steady appearance once or twice a day. She never spent her money on anything productive, and she eventually turned to theft in order to make ends meet. This landed her in a correctional facility for non-violent women of the tribe causing trouble in society. She's never had an official arrest or felony on her record, likely due to the fact that her tribe is protecting her.
At the age of twenty four, she entered back into the world as a functional bartender. Every now and again she has the urge to start turning tricks again. That is, the old tricks, the drugs, and the sex. Her everyday existence is a mild version of that whore that she used to be.