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" boys,__grab__your__guns,
it's__all__in__good__fun. "
-__boys__grab__your__guns__by__my__american__heart

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Oliviette Annabelle Olliers

Age: Eighteen.
Gender: Female.
Personality: Easily overwhelmed, untrusting of others, feels useless, would rather not be alone, jumpy, easily scared, though at random times she has spouts of courage but she has no idea where they come from.
Wonderland or Normal World: Normal World.
Special talents Being able to keep quite and out of sight, let's just say she was the hide and go seek champion of her elementary school, she's able to put on a smile even in the worst of situations, making tea, also, being the person people always come when they need someone to just listen to, she always has an open ear when people come with a mouthful to say, and running, she wasn't the VIP on her high school's track team for nothing.
Extras / Other: She worked part time at her grandmother's tea shop, where they actually made the tea, growing specific spices and herbs, drying them out, grounding them up, and then placing them inside tea pouches. Her oyster mark is on the side of her neck, the right side to be exact.

[Snake Eyes N Sissies]

" i've__been__awake__for__awhile__now,
you've__got__me__acting__like__a__child__now. "
-__bubbly__by__colbie__caillat

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Heath Ace Heart

Age: Twenty Two in Wonderland years.
Gender: Male.
Personality: Unlike his older brother, Jack Heart, Heath isn't what you would call a gentleman, he's more of a playboy than anything, enjoying his time being a bachelor before his mother marries him off to some woman he's never met before. Though he plays the gentleman card quite a bit, but that's only to win over the hearts of his adoring female fans. He's an actor and always has been, he's never enjoyed his mother or his father's company, only acting to since ... well being royal has it's benefits, and even being a prince, he can still be banished just like any other Wonderland citizen to the land of normality, where the oysters live, and he doesn't believe he could live there without help. But deep down, he's actually quite a nice guy, but no one's really cared to dig that deep down to find it.
Wonderland or Normal World: Wonderland.
Special talents He's a very good actor and con artist, you'd be surprised by the amount of money that he's robbed the men of the royal court involving bets, card games, and just plan taking it from them when their eyes are off looking at something else, usually his date.
Extras / Other: He is indeed a part of the royal court, the 'Ace of Hearts' to be specific, though he hates it when people call him Ace, the only two that actually do it are his parents, most people just call him Heath. He used to be an emotion junkie, seriously, everyday was spent chugging one bottle after another, until finally his older brother convinced him he should go clean, that was when he was eighteen, four Wonderland years sober and since then he's been a double agent, what better way of knowing all of the royal courts future plans and how to wreck them, when you've got front row seats during each of their meetings.

[Snake Eyes N Sissies]

" dirty__little__secrets,
dirty__little__lies. "
-__i'm__not__jesus__by__apocalyptica

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Snake Eyes N Sissies

Car: 1970 Plymouth Roadrunner.
Name: Monika Annabelle Monovic.
Gender: Female.
Age: Twenty Two.
Orientation: Bisexual.
My Story: It was just another rainy day in Moscow, Russia, on March twentieth, twenty two years ago to the day, Monika was born to her unprepared sixteen year old mother, and ***** like twenty four year old father. They were amazed to see that their little girl had similar traits of both, instead of looking like only one of them, she had her dad’s deep bright blue, and slightly chubby dimpled cheeks, and her mom’s tanned skin, plump lips, and dark brown almost black hair. Her mom dropped out of school so she could raise her daughter properly, with a mother’s love, that’s what she’d always use to say, a mother’s love could cure anything, a so called boo-boo, to a broken heart, which is true, completely and utterly true, her mother was like her best friend, she could tell her anything and know she wouldn’t scrutinize her for doing so. Her dad spent his time working, or whatever he did from six in the morning till ten at night. When she reached the age of eight years, her father just got up and left, her parents hadn’t been fighting or anything, he just didn’t come home one night, and they’ve never heard from him since. Her mom got two jobs so she could keep up with the mortgage and put food on the table, so then she saw much less of her around the house.

When she turned ten years of age, her mother got remarried to a nice American fellow by the name of Cedric, their marriage resulted in another addition to the family, a little half brother by the name of Chester. They lived together happily in Russia for two more years, until her step father persuaded the family to move to his home town of New York, New York. They packed up all their things and left the place that held so many memories, both good and bad. Once they settled down in the big city after a few months of living there, Cedric resumed his job of being a car mechanic. Sure, if wasn't something over the top like she expected, like a lawyer or business man, but it put food on the table and gave them a little something extra to spend as well. It wasn't a huge difference from their live before, but it was much better, instead of struggling to keep up with the rent, go some days without food because they didn't have the cash to spend on such frivolities, now they could live the normal American life of being middle class. Her mother retired to the position of being a stay at home wife, compared to the work she used to do, this was easy work, all she had to do was tend to the children, do the chores around the house, and make sure there was food on the table by the time her husband arrived home, easy work.

Age twelve was when she was first time introduced to cars and the mechanics behind them. Her step father proposed a project him and Monika could do to grow closer, they build a car from scratch, once she had her hands on the cool metal of the car's exterior which they had bought off of a nearby junk yard, restoring it to its former glory within a year's time. That's when she knew what she wanted to do with her life, she wanted to work on cars, to drive them, to show up fellow drivers what hard work and calloused hands could produce. At the age of fourteen she had been admitted into the Vipers as a lowly mechanic, a local street racing gang, the leader saying something along the lines of her showing promise, she's worked on other drivers' cars and make sure they were up and running before a race, and whenever damage came to the car, they'd bring it to her and she fix it up as good as new. She worked her way up the food chain and became one of the top drivers, by the age of eighteen. She got in trouble a few times, got caught by the cops, after her sixth arrest, she decided not to get caught up too deep in the whole 'gang' lifestyle and quit. Eventually she moved to Oliviette, in hopes of starting a new life and keeping herself out of trouble, she got a job, as a car mechanic, and bought an apartment, which she still lives in alone. But eventually she felt the pull of the local racers, especially since a few of them were her customers at the mechanics and they told her to come out to the races some day and show them what the hell she's made of. And well ... that's kind of what lead her to this, again.
My Personality: Monika is first and for most, a tomboy. She has been known for getting into fights, either physically or verbally, though it's not her fault, they all had it coming to them sooner or later, she just choose to do it sooner rather than later. She will not tolerate someone speaking foully or threatening her friends and family, she just won't tolerate that kind of stuff. She does not take insults as a joke from a complete stranger, whether they are aimed towards her or someone else, putting people down for your own satisfaction is wrong and is the weak thing to do, she will seriously punch some sense into you, so well, expect a punch in the face, if you do any of the precluding things ... that is, unless you were just joking around or having a laugh, then it would mean absolutely nothing to her, but if you were doing it out of pure meanness, she will seriously beat your face in just for the fact that you did it. She is not short fused, it takes a lot to get her all red faced and angry. But be careful, once you push her over the edge, she will seriously blow up on anyone and everyone that is in her way, she's like a bull in a china shop: She won't leave until every piece of glass is broken. But all of this is a mask of her true personality, so don't let it fool you, she's more than meets the eye, you just have to get past the tough exterior first.
Extra: She has a slight accent due to her being born and raised in Russia, it gets stronger whenever she gets angry, frustrated, or when she meets men or women that have a thing for foreigners. Also, she speaks fluent Russian, duh. She usually brandishes the U.S.S.R and Federation, with the familiar 'sickle and hammer' design on most of her clothes.

[Snake Eyes N Sissies]

" boys,__grab__your__guns,
it's__all__in__good__fun. "
-__boys__grab__your__guns__by__my__american__heart

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Snake Eyes N Sissies

Car: 1948 Delahaye.
Name: Bathilda Olivia Barth.
Gender: Female.
Age: Twenty Four.
Orientation: Bisexual.
My Story: On April 20th, twenty four years ago to the day, her twenty five year old mother and thirty year old father, got the first glimpse of their children as they gingerly removed the blankets that clothed our small bodies. A set of identical twins, Bathilda Olivia Barth, and her sister, Bruna Ulga Barth, who was born five minutes later. Starting at a young age, her sister and her had already began to show how truly different they were from each other. It was kindergarten when they found out they had opposite personalities. She had always stayed inside the classroom during recess and read a book, or made well structured castles out of legos, instead of playing outside with her sister and the other children. She was an anti-social girl, where as her sister loved to be the life of the party. Despite their differences, her and her sister were first and foremost best friends before they were siblings. Their opposite personalities and interests were like two pieces and together they're the entire puzzle, their differences were what made them so compatible with each other, the one things one of them were lacking the other would make up with their own, if that makes any sense. In elementary school, they were still as close as they could ever be, but had completely different friends and cliques, so the only time they saw each other was once they got home, but before the day was over, they'd lay in their shared room and tell each other about their day. By the age of ten, she had opened up to a few a her classmates and gained a small group of friends, but around the same times her mother and father were getting a divorce, having a rather rough patch in their romance, each parents was having an affair, her mother was sleeping with a co - worker and her father was staying late at work almost every night ... with his secretary. Her and her twin sister were torn apart, as the custody battle gave each parents one of the child, her mother took Bruna while her father took her. They moved from Babenhausen, Germany, to it's capital of Berlin.

Her mother and sister lost contact with them, so the letters exchanged between the two twins ended, but she still felt that bond between them tug endlessly, getting depressed because she knew somewhere out there Bruna was sad too, it was the unsaid bond between two twins that's never been able to be explain by science or logic, they just new. Bathilda never made a move to get to know people at her new school, neither did they make a move to get to know her, she was infamously known as the school loner, but it didn't bother her, she liked her solitude. It was during her senior year when she got a phone call from her mother, after four years of not speaking to each other, she had called to inform her of her twin sister's funeral, she had been murdered, the details of the murder was she had be raped and then stabbed twelve times, two of the stabs had been in her neck, leaving her paralyzed, her murderer then left her naked in some alleyway to bleed out from all of the wounds he had inflicted on her. Since she found out about Bruna's parting, Bathilda wasn't mentally stable, blaming herself for her younger twin's death, she should have been there to protect her, to keep her safe, like big sisters do. Both Bathilda and her father flew back to Babenhausen, where her mother and sister had been living all these years, to attend the funeral, at the funeral she noticed one thing, there was a boy in the crowd of mourner who seemed especially anxious about to see her body lowered into the ground, smiling even when it was done, later on her mother informed her that this was Bruna's long term boyfriend, Gregor, the suspected murderer, who after the investigation, was declared innocent because they could find no evidence linking him to Bruna's murder, though he had no alibi for the night in question. The boy she barely knew was her first kill, one she would savior for the rest of her life, because finally she found she could let her sister's soul rest, her murderer had been brought to justice.

Bathilda had studied the boy's daily schedule, catching him when he least expected it, she knocked him out with a napkin soaked in chloroform, she brought him to an abandoned building, where she chained him to a chair and tortured him for hours, using anything she could get her paws that would cause him pain, including making him watch as she murdered his little sixteen year old sister, Gloria, demanding he confess to the murder of her sister, after twelve hours of torture he admitted to it, while wet tears soaked his bloodied face, and in return, she ended his life with a gun shot to the head. She was sloppy with her murder, the bodies of the brother and sister were found the next day, but they didn't link it to her. She got away with murder and was now home free, and she continued on with her life, she went to medical school to become a doctor, a life long dream of her's before the murder, but there was a nagging voice in the back of her head, she didn't want to become a doctor, she didn't want to help people, she wanted to help destroy people. She wanted to feel the blood on her hands, to hear her victims scream in pain, she wanted to feel like god if even for a little while, but she suppressed the urges to smother her dorm mate with her own pillow as she slept for four long years. A few days after she graduated from medical school, at her own graduation party, police arrived at her, hand cuffed her, and dragged her off to the station for questioning. But there was only one question that was asked as she sat inside one of the interrogation rooms, would she rather be exposed to the public as the murderer she really was and spend the rest of her life in prison or would she be willing to work for the higher ups that secretly ran the police station by buying off the officers with money and women, she chose the job they offered. They trained her in the art of killing, giving her new toys to play with when doing so; knives, guns, whips, and chains, everything you could possibly imagine.

But there was a final test before training could end, you have to be tortured yourself, stuck in a room for twenty four hours while person after person came in and inflicted damage on you, if you admit defeat you would be killed almost immediately, they don't have any room for weaklings here, they needed people that would go to the grave with the secrets they collected over the years, if you lasted the twenty four hours they'd give you medical attention and you were accepted into their organization with open arms. Bathilda lasted the twenty four hours, and now proudly carries the scars she gained that day as if they are metals on her mantle. After that she started working for a small organization in Europe, that trained people like her, and lent them to other parties for the right amount of money that is and she gets paid in large amounts to do the dirty work involved in most of her torturing or possibly killing, most of her jobs include, kidnapping, torturing, killing, and then getting rid of the body. Plus, if her employers wanted for her victims to surfer more than usual, she'll use her medical training to help keep her victims alive longer; blood transfusions, wrapping up the wounds to slow the bleeding, exedera. The organization she worked for went by the nickname, Payne, there was a small piece of it located in Europe, but the big boys lived in America, and that's where she was sent after becoming experienced enough, and by working there her salary was doubled, and it was much easier to find employers, because when they needed her, they'd come and find her.
My Personality: Bathilda is a bit mentally unstable, never mind, she's really mentally unstable, she was never considered quite right in the head after her sister passed. Her usual day consists of sleeping, eating, killing and or torturing someone, some would say she's a workaholic, but only because she enjoys her job, she loves feeling like god, being on control of whether someone lives or dies, she gets off on it. She's sadistic, cruel, and holds no fears, of anything, not even death, honestly she more than curious to see how her life pans out. She has a short temper, so if she hears one thing she doesn't like, a ruse comment or insult, though most don't even phase her, don't be surprised if she starts beating your face into the concrete or puts a gun to your temple. She enjoys inflicting pain on others, and is a little bit of a masochist herself, let's just say, "Sticks and stone may break my bones, but whips and chains excite me." Her dream boyfriend would be the type of man who beats her when he's angry with the things she's done, and then wouldn't be surprised after wards that she wants to have sex with him, not to make up her wrong doings, but because she gets off on pain, if a man chained her up and tortured her, the only thing keeping her from jumping on them right then and there would be the chains that kept her held down.
Extra: She speaks fluent German, and prefers to speak it over English, since it's her first language, but when speaking English she has a very thick accent. She lives in a pent house, which she shares with her pet, an adult male Anchietae Python, named Bardawulf, who has his room own room, though most of it is filled up with his own tank which is rather large and resembles an animal exhibit at the zoo, on the other side of the room are tanks filled with other animal; rabbits, rats, parrots, which aren't pets, they're food, and will eventually be fed to her beloved snake.

[Snake Eyes N Sissies]

"and__i'm__addicted__to__your__punishment,
and__you're__the__master,__i__am__waiting__for__disaster. "
-__getting__away__with__murder__by__papa__roach

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Snake Eyes N Sissies.

My Name Is: Austin Hughe Augustus.
My Age Is: Twenty Six Years.
I'm A: Male.
I've Been Through: Austin Hughe Augustus was born to a pair of Texan country folk, a cowboy by the name of Adam Oliver Augustus, his father, who was a professional bulk rider in the rodeo, and a cowgirl by the name of Anna Margie Augustus, his mother, who's family had been around in America since the first European ship landed and have since then been raising and breeding pure bred horses. How the couple met, Adam had gone to grab a cool beer after the rodeo was coming to an end, even if the competitions were over a large group of the competitors and audience would stick around to celebrate another rodeo. A cute little blonde took the seat next to him, he tipped his hat in respect and offered to buy her a drink, it wasn't flirting to him, it was just chivalry, she accepted his offer and allowed him to buy her a beer, they talked the night away, and soon enough he was in love with the girl who's anger rivaled that of the bull he had ridden only a few hours before. Soon enough they settled down and purchased a ranch on the outskirts of San Antonio, Texas, starting a family of their own, and a rather large one at that, Austin being the second eldest in a family of six, five boys and one girl. To name them off from eldest to youngest; Adam Jr, Austin, Ace, Angus, Aldo, and Amorette. All the siblings grew up around cattle, horses, and the rodeo, it didn't take them long to find their own special sport since the rodeo had become a normal thing in their lifestyle, there was so many possible events they could participate in; barrel racing, bronco riding, breakaway roping, and pole bending.

Austin's sports were calf roping, where, while mounted on a horse, you lasso a calf and then proceed to remove yourself from your horse and tie three of the calf's legs together, restraining it, and steer wrestling, where, with the help of your horse once again, you tackle and wrestle a full grown steer to the ground with the help of grabbing hold of it's horns and sheer force. He had the gift of multitasking, making both of these sports easier for him, though he had his fair share of times where he was harmed, for example, while steer wrestling the bull plunged one of it's horns into him, thankfully it missed all his important organs but left a rather nasty scar on the side of his stomach. He became state champion for both sports at the age of fifteen. Through out his school years, he had always been one of the popular kids, though he was on none of the sports team, but the rodeo back there and then was considered a sport just as much as football and baseball. Unlike most of his friends, he was modest and would shy away from compliments, he would choose solitude over the spotlight any day. He didn't like that most of his female classmates found him attractive and practically threw themselves at him on a daily basis, he chose to ignore that, but there was one thing he couldn't ignore in high school, her, the beautiful brunette girl who seemed to be the only girl at his school who wasn't in away attracted to him, or so it seemed. Her name was Heidi, and the one thing he loved about her was that he needed to impress her, instead of the usual which was the girl swooning and falling all over herself, she held herself with such confidence, his presence never phased her.

But eventually, after a few months of getting to know each other, he won her over, and she became his to hold and to call his own. Their relationship lasted two years, until she broke it off when it came time for her to go to college, she didn't want to live in this non existent town anymore, she wanted to go somewhere, to be someone, and she didn't want him anymore. He broke her heart, but he was convinced that it was something else, and not that he just didn't want him anymore. He never chased after her, and that he will always regret, but he continued on with his life which consisted of rodeo after rodeo, but he stayed true to her and waited in Texas, hoping one day she'd come back to him and would be his again, but she never returned. At the age of twenty two, Austin had a wake up call, his eldest brother, Adam, whom had joined the army the day he got out of high school, he was injured in Iraq due to a car bomb, two days after the attack he died, it hadn't been the car bomb itself that killed him, but the injuries he had sustained from it and the shrapnel that was now trapped inside of his body forever. His body was returned to his family within that week and they held a small, very personal, funeral for him, they had sent out an invitation to Heidi, because even if she was no longer with Austin she was part of their close knit family, but she never showed up. They chose to cremate him and spread his ashes across the ranch, knowing it was what he would have wanted, he would have wanted to be home with them.

This made Austin realize he didn't want to be a rodeo star, no, he wanted to risk his life for the people he loved and the nation he loved, instead enlisting in the military, he signed up for the police academy, with in a few months he graduated with honors and local stations that would be willing to take him in. He was stationed at the local police department, slowly going up in ranks before being asked to moved to a city by the name of Oliviette for a special project, an undercover mission that had to do with racing cars, a secret society, and hot racer babes. How could he say no?
I Can't Help Being This Way: Austin's your perfect little cowboy. Being a gentleman comes naturally with being a country boy, he's the type of man a woman would die to be with, though whenever he runs across a girl that fall for his charm, they do a double take and see it as an act to get in their pants, but it's not, opening doors, pulling out chairs, and asking to pay not half but all of the check is just part of the quirk of being a dream guy. He would never lay a hand on a woman, unless he had to take one down during a drug bust or something, but all in all, he'd never intentionally hurt a woman or get physically violent with one, sure, he'd had an argument with a few which ended in him having to control his anger and the girl battering her fists against his chest angrily because it wasn't considered domestic abuse when the female threw a punch, how sexist. He thinks that's why Heidi left him, because he wasn't a bad boy she thought he was, but he never tried to come off as a cocky cowboy, he always came off as the perfect gentleman. He never gets angry, unless he has to, it's a last resort kind of thing, or if someone pisses him off greatly, he won't even try and control it, so try and not to get on his bad side, unless you want to end up dead.
When I Drive I Listen To: Bad Things by Jace Everett.
This Is My Car: Porsche Carrera GT.

[Snake Eyes N Sissies]

" but__before__the__night__is__through,
i__wanna__do__bad__things__with__you. "
-__bad__things__by__jace__everett

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Snake Eyes N Sissies

Car: 1969 Camaro SS.
Name: Ruchelle Von Reuter AKA 'Rebel'.
Gender: Female.
Age: Twenty two.
Orientation: Bisexual.
My Story: The story of how her parents met sounds like something you'd read in a romance novel. Her parents had first met a week before her father was sent off to boot camp, even though they were the same age and attended the same high school, their paths had never crossed before. Her father had enlisted in the Marines the same day he had graduated from high school, and the time had come where he'd finally be sent off for training, he had come into the local florist shop, which was owned by her mother's family, to purchase a bouquet for his mother, a final gift for her before he left the following day. You could say it was love at first sight, he loved how her golden hair fell down to her waist in delicate curls and how her green eyes were the same color as the stems and leaves of the healthy plants that surrounded them in the small shop. She prepared the bouquet of yellow daisies he had ordered, cutting them to size and arranging them perfectly before handing them off to him over the counter, he paid for them and made his way out of the shop, but before leaving he plucked a single daisy out of the bouquet, handing it to her with a smile, she returned the smile and placed the flower in her hair. Every few months he'd come back to Wautoma to visit, he'd go straight to the florist shop then he'd return home to his family, eventually him and the florist shop girl became friends, and she'd write him letters while he was away, he saved each and every letter, placing them in a small shoe box he kept under his bunk. Eventually their friendship became a romance, four years into their romance he came back to their home town of Wautoma, except before making him trip to the florist shop, he stopped at the local jewelry store. When he came to the florist shop the girl looked up for the book she was reading and smiled, politely asking him what he wanted to purchase today, they were in a romance but she was on the clock, the kissing and hugging would have to wait until she got off work at eight. He asked for a bouquet of the freshest tulips they had, which he had learned over the years were her favorite flower, she readied the bouquet and gave it to him, he slipped her the money needed for the purchase, she put it in the cash register. She turned around thinking he was going to leave, so she fixed up some of the plants, making them look more presentable for other customers, and she turned back around to find him kneeled down on the floor in front of her, the bouquet in one hand and a ring box in the other, asking for her hand in marriage. Of course, she said yes.

The Von Reuter family was a second generation German American family, that along with their history, knowledge, and morals, passed down the German language to their children as well. German was their first language and would be used around their household and when visiting their father's family, English was their second language and would be used during school and when out in public. On August fourteenth twenty two years ago to the day, it was just another windy day in Wautoma Wisconsin, but at the exact moment that the big hands of the clocks on the east coast hit twelve o'clock, marking midday, Ruchelle Von Reuter was brought into the world with the help of a small group of hospital personal, consisting of a doctor, a nurse, and two new interns, she was welcomed into middle class family with open arms as the youngest of their two children and their only daughter. During her first four years of life, she lived with her mother, father, and her older brother, Wilhelm in a small house they owned on the military base, but eventually when her father began spending more and more time on bases located throughout the globe, he'd be gone for a month or two at a time, then come back for a few more months before leaving again. His job had him traveling quite a bit though the children had learned to accept the fact that he couldn't be there for certain events, like birthdays or holidays, his job was an important one and they couldn't drag them back home whenever they wanted to. This made their mother realize just how much time they spent away from their grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins, from their family, so she convinced her husband to allow her and their children to live off base, she moved them back to Wautoma which was an hour's drive from the Marine base. She didn't want to raise them around the military, thinking it might pressure her children into following in their father's footsteps, she wanted her children to pick their own futures, and if it involved the military, so be it, she just didn't want their futures to be picked out for them, she wanted them to have a choice. In Wautoma they had an average childhood, going to school and meeting other kids their age, playing with the next door neighbor's children, growing friendships, and picking out hobbies that they hoped would intertwines with their futures. At a very young age Ruchelle had become obsessed with dancing, every day she went to the local dance studio and performed for her teacher and fellow classmates, she took so many classes; ballet, jazz, belly dancing, you name it and she took the class and excelled at it. She wanted to grow up to preform on Broadway, to share her love for dancing with the people of the world.

During Ruchelle's freshman year in high school, she had to deal with the fact that her older brother had moved on with his life and joined the military, the Marines, just like their father, and knowing him he was probably having the time of his life showing up the other trainees in boot camp. Though most people would say the siblings weren't that close, they were best friends and she would always look up to him for support, she would always come straight to him when ever she had a problem that needed solving, within moments of talking about said problem he'd had a solution, even if he was gone he'd always be her big brother, and she'd always be his baby sister. She eventually grew to accept the fact that he wasn't coming back home, and was proud of him for becoming the man she always knew he would grow up to be. The same year, she met the boy would end up sweeping her off her feet within a matter of seconds and then end up breaking her heart in the same amount of time. His name was Richard, and he wasn't the popularest, handsomest, or smartest boy in school, but to her he seemed to be the perfect match for her an average boy for an average girl. He was two years older than her, but even if she was young and inexperienced, he allowed her to take her time and would wait until she was ready to do anything, he wouldn't pressure her or try and trick her into doing something she knew she might regret the next morning, everything they did was her choice. Her parents approved of the relationship, she liked to think they liked him because they knew their daughter was in love for the first time, and more than likely the last time in her young life, because in her own words she would describe him as being "the boy for me". Being two years older than her lead him to graduating while she was just starting her junior year, while the other graduates and theirs families mingled with each other around them at the graduation ceremony, he kneeled down in front of her, in front of god and everyone they went to school with, and slipped a silver promise ring on her finger, he promised once he got back from his first tour in Afghanistan he would marry her and she would become Mrs. Richard David Rickette. He had joined the Army on his eighteenth birthday, so shortly after graduating he was sent to boot camp, and then after that he immediately was sent to Afghanistan for his first tour, she had promised to keep in touch with him, she took an hour from each day and spent it writing him heartfelt letters, speaking of how much she missed him and couldn't wait till he returned to her, and their unborn child. That's right. She was pregnant.

She had kept this a secret from everyone, from her family, her mother, her father, even her older brother, the only person who knew was Richard, and he talked animatedly in his letters about how excited he was to become a father. She hid the fact that she was with the help of baggy clothes, thankfully no one noticed that she was never without a large sweatshirt or sweats, people just thought she was getting fat. It wasn't until her pregnancy hit it's seventh month mark that she found out her beloved wasn't coming back. She had just returned from her shift at the florist shop, that her mother and aunt now owned, it was eight o'clock at night and her parents were out on one of their 'date nights,' so she was home alone, she was just about to hop off to bed, when the phone began ringing, she answered it, thinking it was one of her friends' trying to catch her before she went to bed for a late night chat. But it wasn't, it was Richard's mother, she was calling to tell her she had received a letter, she read the letter out loud and bit by bit as she continued on with it, Ruchelle fell to the ground, her steel blue eyes filling up with fresh tears, her nightmare had come true. Richard was MIA, his body hadn't been found and there wasn't a trace of him left on the base in Afghanistan, and he was more the likely dead, she held hope that somehow, somewhere, he was alive, but within the following two weeks she received no letters, no signs of life from across the seas. She couldn't bare it, the thought of never feeling his gentle caress, his sweet kiss, to feel his arms wrap around her protectively, like a shield from the evil of the world. After suffering through two weeks of no letters after the news of his disappearance, and possible death, Ruchelle packed her bags and ran away at the age of sixteen, and cut off all her connections with her family, she wasn't the sweet little Ruchelle they had learned to love over the years, now that her heart had been so violently ripped out of her chest by fate's cruel hands. After an eight hour bus ride she showed up in Oliviette, her new home. She spent the final two months of her pregnancy living off her savings, and on August twenty fourth, Ruchelle brought a healthy baby girl into the world, her daughter, Ms. Riddle Von Reuter, the best late birthday present she could ever ask for her. It's been six years since then, and currently she's got a high paying job, her years spent dancing didn't go to waste, but at the same time it didn't really raise the bar for her, she became a stripper at one of at a local strip bar called Dante's Inferno. By day she's your average single mother of one, by night she's a stripper called 'Rebel.'
My Personality: Let's just say back in the day Ruchelle was one of those girls that would cry whenever someone threw a rude comment her way, that she wouldn't do anything, including reporting a fellow student when they threatened her or even tried to lay a hand on her, she didn't have much of a self preserving attitude if someone kicked her a**, so be it, it'd not like she could do anything to stop them, she was weak and small and didn't really stand chance in beating anyone in a fight, this included most of the girls at her school. But the people that were her friends knew her not as the scaredy cat, but the kind girl that would wrap you in her arms when you needed a shoulder to cry on, she'd been the motherly friend who would be there for you when you needed her, even if you denied that anything was wrong, she'd see right through that act and try and coax it out of you. But after Richard's death, she thew her mercy to the wind, letting it sweep it away in the harsh breeze, now that he was gone she didn't think anyone deserved her mercy, her pity, her love. The only person that saw that side of her now was little Riddle, who seemed to coax out and dust off her broken heart with every toothless smile she sent her way, this little girl was the only connection she had left of the man that had once owned her heart. Even if she's a heartless, ruthless, and 'no bullshit' b***h, she tries to be as civil as she can to people when in front of her child, she doesn't want her daughter to know just how low her mother has sunk. In front of her child she's 'mama,' possibly the most amazing thing in the world, but only second to unicorns, though whenever Riddle's at school or at her babysitter's, she is that girl you know not to mess with unless you have a death wish or are possibly suicidal, because she knows just where your weak points are and how forcefully she should beat them in. But sometimes Ruchelle slips up, and her disguise behind the grouchy glare falls, and she finds herself falling back into the spineless girl she used to be, but that only happens when she's alone or is reminded of her past, which always brings her to tears.
Extra: Ruchelle looks absolutely nothing like she did in high school, so she's not surprised when her old friends or family members don't recognize her when she passes them on the street, it might be because she lost a lot of weight, losing her childish chub, or that she filled out, gaining small feminine curves, or that fact that her waist length blonde hair was chopped into a medium length mohawk, or perhaps its because she grew two feet since then, reaching the height of five foot ten. She has no tattoos, but she had collected quite a few piercings over the years, here's a list; in each ear she's got size zero gauge on the bottom of each lobe, an industrial piercing across the top of her ears, snake bites on her bottom lip, a tongue piercing, an upper navel piercing, and surface hip piercings, that just about sums it up, other than a few that are in 'unmentionable' places.

[Snake Eyes N Sissies]

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