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Rachelle Danica Carnes
Name: Rachelle Danica Carnes Alias: Rach Age: Twenty-Five Occupation: Bartender&Waiter at Chain Reaction, Project K, Glass House Member Group: Creature Playby: Lights Poxleitner |
Doctor Garnall's Notes
Personality Analysis:
“I started off a loner. Someone who would rather fake a phone call then have to come up with some small talk conversation. I was much happier reading in the library all about the different Greek gods and goddess who portrayed things I wish I had. Athena being my favorite; nothing cried a fearless leader than someone who was intelligent and fierce enough to go into battle against her own brother. I was hardly a person of courage or strength. Someone that could make it on her own if she needed to.
It didn’t help that my older brother was four years older and we hardly interacted at home. Never had a father that truly wanted me to do better or push myself. It was just always my mom working, Miles once he came into the picture working, and Carlo who focused on school and being part of school teams. Being quiet was just in my nature because once you got home no one was there to talk to everyone was too busy working. Friends was a laughable subject until I met Tate.
I was the odd ball that preferred the safety of my room and large headphones blasting one of the many stereotypical bandsHigh Schooler’s listened to in L.A. All of the underground music scene. But the moment Tate helped me figure out my ability it was all over from there. I didn’t get the chance to have to truly grow up. The shy fourteen year old me was forced into interviews, questionnaires’, studies, and everything the hospital wanted. Needless to say anytime a hospital is even mentioned or doctors are required I’m outta there. You try spending four years under their care before cringing at just the name. The moment I debated on leaving that hospital unit I knew things were going to change.
I had turned into Athena once to get me out of one sticky situation and this time I was going to have to gain her personality traits if I wanted to stay alive. My years in the hospital made me rather bitter. I still held onto the little bit of shy-ness but it was soon replaced by sheer determination to make it. After finding out my brother was single handedly trying to kill me, I guess I have no family left—and that’s okay. I took on several other different people in order to land my job. My love for music paid off when Chris saw potential in me for a job. Once there—I realized I’m a decently loyal person. I never took advantage of Chris’ offer and used it as an opportunity to shape myself from uptight Goddess warrior to sarcastic me. My future isn’t all that bright and I’m not hopeful of ever truly belonging somewhere. I just want to stay under the radar and serve some drinks, maybe eventease my brother ‘thee’ hunter a little bit by faking some leads.
I’m still terrible with people skills—maybe a tad to blunt. I guess it’s why Chris places me on the early morning shift. Everyone is too wasted to truly understand what was going on and he has the faith that I would kick someone’s drunken self to the curb if they got to rowdy. I do have one soft spot. Every time I have to use a person in order to gain something I needed, like housing, or food back in the days of being completely alone I got a tattoo symbolizing them. Just because I impersonate them and whatever happens to them afterwards isn’t my business doesn’t mean I don’t appreciate them. I’m not a monster just because I impersonate someone. They may not have known how they were helping me. But I knew. I have a special rose on my ankle because Chris’ wifes name is Rose and it’s because of her that I have my job and my life the way it is right now. In all honesty I’m still the lonely, music obsessed, terrible-with-people kind of girl. One too many holes in my jeans and one to many dark jokes, but I sure wouldn’t let another Tate into my life. I’m independent and everything I have is because I created it and I’m determined to not let anyone—not even my big brother take it away from me now. I wasted too many years in that hospital cell—no going back now. "
“I told you I’m not in here by choice,” I shouted as I pulled my arm from the police officers. The officer stood right behind me. The doctor sat across the table nodding at her. The same way all the rest of them stared. All of them and their judgment, trying to prescribe me medication for something I could completely control when I wanted to. None of them had seen it. Only my mother and her boyfriend. mother screamed so loud I’m pretty sure the whole neighborhood woke that night. I hadn’t intended it to happen at first. But then again I was always different. From the very beginning I never fit the mold of my household. “Let’s start from the beginning shall we?” The doctor motioned as he flipped an hour glass over on his table and made himself comfortable. I sighed. This was the first time I was going to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. I didn’t care anymore because no one would believe it anyways. People didn't believe in shapeshifters or alpha shapeshifters that pretended to be your dad and made love to your mom.
“My mother already told you this but fine. My father was acting strange that night. Mom said that he got home from work early and decided to be spontaneous. Which I don’t need to explain myself, so they tossed Carlo to a sitter and away they went; mom said they were half way to the ‘location’ when dad pulled over. He wanted to just have some fun. So they did, they then continued driving down the road and pulled over at a motel. Classy right? Typical. However, before morning dad was gone. He didn’t leave a note or the car. He didn’t claim it was business and picked up and left. That was the last mom saw of him. Four days later no word mom started worrying and called grandma. Four days later a body turned up, my father or what was left of him. So, yeah. I was born nine months later, it’s a happy story from the start, I was created by a monster who then was ripped apart. I guess it served him right,” The doctor pressed his pen against his cheek shaking his head. “Dark humor off,” He responded. He then waved his stubby finger in the air with the pen and I sighed sinking back in my chair.
“I was born, Dad was dead, Carlo was only four. It messed up everyone. Mom couldn’t think straight she was constantly worrying about what to do now that dad was gone. She had bills to pay, no degree, and two kids. So she did what every insane woman would do. She went and found a low paying job and in California that was hardly going to pay rent. Carlo was normal, went to school and did his best. We both had our obsessions in school. His was art, he painted some disturbing things that got letters sent home multiple times and myself? I was a quiet loner that attempted to blend in. I didn’t--however, people loved to pick on me because I was deemed ‘weird’. So I hid in the library and ended up obsessing over Greek Mythology. I loved the idea of Athena. She was intelligent and fierce. She was my idol growing up in that book. Welp. Mom couldn’t pay the bills and slowly resorted to sleeping with her boss to make ends meet and that’s when Miles moved in with us. Miles smelled disgusting and often didn’t eat like a human being but for the most part he took care of mom and did manly things with Carlo so I didn’t hate him.
He showed me how to play guitar and even took me to my first rock concert. He wasn’t a dad more like a best friend who would sneak scary movies and buy me more Greek Mythology books. I started opening back up deciding that I didn’t have to be weird if I didn’t want to. I was a finally a freshmen in High School and Carlo was a senior so we didn’t interact much. My first boyfriend Tate was a senior-- one of my brother’s friends. Trouble was already created before it started. He was a drummer for a ridiculous band but I supported him because I valued expression and all of that stupid crap you were meant to appreciate back when you’re a freshmen. He got a little fresh and I wasn’t ready for that. I spent most of my life wishing I was invisible and there he was making a move. I’m not talking about a slow progression either. It was clear he had too much to drink and his intentions were anything but noble. My thoughts quickly drifted away the more aggressive he got. I couldn’t help but think about something else because I watched enough Law and Order to know what was happening. Someone like Athena would have never gotten herself into this kind of mess. That’s when it started. My skin slowly started peeling off, and it freaked him out. I started screaming as well; my entire skin peeled off like a snake.
Tate went screaming in a different direction as Miles rushed up the stairs. I locked myself in my room grabbing my mirror to figure out what was wrong with me. When finally I could see that I had transformed into Athena from the newest book Miles brought home from work. I was complete with armor and an owl. The owl was hooting and Miles swore he would break the door down. I had no idea how it worked but I decided to hide under my covers. Tate screamed I was melting and Miles wasn’t convinced. I kept wishing that nothing had happened and slowly once more the skin started peeling again. And suddenly I was lying under my covers with a large skin next to me. Miles ripped off the covers and let out a loud yell as well and a few choice curse words under his breath. I was screaming and crying to make it stop when Miles claimed to my mother I was some sort of alien.
SO just as you imagine, we were all bundled together and taken to the loony bin. Mom and Miles never did truly recover. Miles keeps talking about Danica the snake skinned girl and Mom kept talking about the way things never went back to normal after dad died. Carlo stayed with a friend as a sort of foster care since he was already seventeen. I denied everything that happened and no evidence was found at the scene. There wasn’t any ‘snake skin’ and there sure wasn’t any sign that I was twisted. After four years of being placed under Doctors watch I finally gave up hope of ever getting out. That’s when I devised a plan. If I could become Athena from my book what was stopping me from becoming a doctor with a badge and walking right out of the mental hospital? Just as those thoughts hit me, I did. I waltzed out of the mental hospital and then shed the skin right outside the door just to spite them. Carlo was twenty-three and free of the whole foster care system. Rumors had it that he was seeking out revenge on a snake skin creature. He joined some group of local hunters in L.A. and thought he would find it. He never believed it was me and thought it was still out there.
I was nineteen now and so many of my years were taken from me in the hospital. Carlo was still out there so I changed my name from Danica to Rachelle and took back my original fathers last name of Carnes. I hung out at diners and hotels changing skins in order to have enough to eat and a place to stay. Finally, at twenty after posing as a manager’s lead for an hour I got him to hire me. He was the owner of a few venues in the area and I talked him into making myself the new waiter/bartender. I keep a decently low profile these days and my skin changing constantly has been limited because I can’t risk getting caught. So instead I continue to just be Rachelle.
I know my brother is out there somewhere and part of me wonders if he’ll ever figure out it was me all of this time. He has to thank me for no father, mother, and now acting father. It was my fault and even though I have guilt I have no intentions of ending up in a mental hospital again” The doctor stared at me. The disbelief in his eyes. I laughed and shrugged my shoulders. He adjusted his glasses and sighed. “You have a way with story telling my dear Rachelle, is that why you have tattoos,” I glared at him. I had tattoos because that stood for people lives I ruined and it was almost a tribute of thanks to them even though something terrible ended up happening to them because of me. “Yep, Doc I just love attention,” I spouted. “Are we done here?” I asked kicking my boots off the table. The black skirt hanging down to my thighs as I stared at him, He rolled his eyes before nodding. “One day you’ll tell me why you actually don’t talk to your family,” I smirked and nodded. “Maybe one day,” I smirked as I walked back through the door. The truth was never believed. Not in Los Angeles, California anyways. The Doctors never took me seriously enough to even check if there was such a record out there. I was never believed. I yanked open the door to Chain Reaction my home away from home shoving the pink slip in my Manager Chris’ face. “Healthy, just lonely,” I replied with a grin before hoping behind the bar. I found my brother Carlo, but he hasn't found me yet. I eavesdropped on a hunt of theirs. A shapeshifter, according to some girls thoughts I crawled into. But little did he know his baby sister was the creature he was after.