Name: Trapnest Reira
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Occupation:
Musician
Flame Attribute:Strom
Appearance: Reira has short dark
hair with a pale complexion. She stands about five feet and six inches
tall and would mostly think that she's too short for age. When it comes
to looks, she's would be part of the slightly beautiful half, but she'd
think otherwise. She's mostly seen wearing dark clothes, may it be
leather or jeans, something was always black.
She likes to
accessorize with silver chains skulls and leather belts, bracelet
collars. The way she dresses could be categorized to that of a hard core
metal band.
Reira likes wearing thick make up and dark
manicure, some say that angels would cry if the day she's not seen with
one would ever come.
Reira has 4 tattoos, on her back was a
spider, a black widow with its legs stretched out reaching out to her
ribs, on it was a number in the color of red. the number is 88.
Another
tattoo is found on her upper left arm, a symbolic yin yan with four
rays like a sun. On the left side of her neck was a name that says
'charlie' and the last of it was a red flower blooming found on her
upper right arm.
From the her outer appearance, no visible scars
could be found, not unless you look beyond what you seek. Across her
chess, a big scar could be found, a scar making an ex from her shoulders
stretching out onto the lower pelvis on both ends. The origin of her
only scar is yet to be known.
Personality:Riera
is someone who would always like a good fun. Her favorite hobbies are
teasing her friends and stealing the spot light. Reira is nice to tag
along with just as long as you don't cross her. She's very impatient and
has an anger management problem, but mostly her everyday problems are
somewhat shallow.
She's short tempered most times but could be
patient when necessary.
History: If there
was anything she would give her life for... It would be to have a normal
life. With a family she loves and care for, have arguments, laugh at
jokes, go to school... but given her current predicament, what seemed to
be the easiest of dreams came a to be test of destiny...
Vengeance...
She lived a life full of hatred from those who took everything from
her. If there was anything she would never forget from the day of the
fire back when she was 8 on the 88th street, it was the name Charlie
which she carried upon her self as a burden for all of her life.
In
a sea of dead people, bodies were piled up everywhere with the flames
roaring there way throughout her home town. Amongst those 300 who have
died, 5 of them were her only reason to live. Her mother, her father,
two sisters and an older brother. It would've been less painful if they
have died on the fire, but in her case, in her families case, nothing
was pure coincidence. The fire was a facade on a far greater conspiracy
about a certain missing book. A book that has been passed on from on
generation to the next, one of which that there family held.
It
would've been nice if she had died that day, after all she was killed
together with them, but with deep cuts across her chest she kept on
breathing seeing the face of a demon in front of her, the one behind it
all, a man named charlie.
Escaping the truth of the events from
her past, it was either trauma or pure denial, she had forgotten what
had happened except for the very name of the man to whom she may never
forget. The rest were just strings of endless numbers ending up at the
sum of 88 every single time.
As early as a week after the
incident, she had found ways to teach her self how to fight, to live on
her own strength and ability. She was angry at the world that she had to
become the demon her self. Driven by uncontrollable anger, fueled by
blood, she started searching for answers. But even up to the point in
where her name had almost became one of the most feared assassins in the
world, she had yet to come across the man named charlie.
It came
to the point where it didn't matter to her as much as it did when she
was younger, for when she grew older, she had learned not to dwell on
the past, but on the future to come. It even reached to the extent on
where she was able to smile and laugh again. But it doesn't change the
fact that she was living a lie. Cause which ever side of her self she
shows now, she will never truly be who she was.