About Rebecca

Name: Paris Claire Age: 18 Species: Hunter Eye Color: Green Appearance: Being of medium build. She is quite pale for a normal complexion, not going out in the sun much. She has fiery red hair, which is quite marvelous, which she fights with her curls. She usually doesn't stand up straight and is mostly found leaning against an object or some sort, like a wall, or pole. Personality: She's one those of niceness should avoid at all measures. Shes: mean, rude, and quite sarcastic all rolled into one cute little bundle. She will usually flip out at you for the slightest of reasons, she is bi-polar and her moods change at the drop of a pin. History: She was jumbled into an orphanage when only two days old. She never knew much about her parent's while she was young. When she was four she was moved into a foster house with foster parent's while waiting to be adopted. She wasn't as pretty as the other young children and people feared she "came with problems" due to her parents. Her red hair made her seem strange, but one day when she was five she became adopted by two seemingly lovingly people who recently married and couldn't have children of their very own. The woman, Trina and her husband Nathaniel seemed to want her so she went along with them. It didn't matter however if she didn't want to go with them, she'd still have to. The foster home was severally underfunded and quite crowded, they were thankful to finally get her out. They sent her to all the best schools in the state, though she still received below average grades, school wasn't her thing. One day when she was six she met her adopted grandfather, father of her adopted father Nathaniel, she'd met him once before but when she was young and still didn't remember him much anyways. He'd been some place...been some place for a long time. His name was Daniel and she disliked him from when she set eyes on him. He wasn't outright rude to her, but you just knew he didn't like her. It was like at school, the other children called her names, said things about her birth parents. Calling her real mother a prostitute and saying that was all Paris would ever become. Laughing at her, making her miserable. It was like that, he looked at her like all the other children and teachers did. Unfortunately he decided to move in with them. And his looks toward her never changes, still of silence but of absolute disgust. It tore apart inside her, it always did when everyone said things to her like that, or just looked at her like that. Looked at her like she didn't matter, like she wasn't equal to them. She'd forgotten her stuffed dog, Goldy downstairs in the kitchen after eating her desert, cookies and milk and went to retrieve her dog. It was given to her by her father, her real father. Torn and faded it was as if the stuffed animal had aged twenty dog years in life. As she reached the kitchen door she heard harsh mean voices. It was her 'grandfather' yelling at her 'father'. It was about children, her grandfather wanted his son to get his wife pregnant with their own child. Not adopt someones bastard. She didn't know what a bastard was, but it sounded like something she didn't want to be. As she heard her 'mother' defending her she then scrambled back into her room and cried herself to sleep without Goldy that night. In the morning she woke up early, got Goldy and then retreated back to the sanctuary of her room. From that moment on she stooped trying to make friends in school, and tried to rid herself of all her tears as hard as it was. She was quiet in class, always sitting in the back of the room, then when school was over she'd race back home and head towards her room. Refusing to eat with the rest of her 'family' and taking meals in her room. When she was seven, she found out her 'mother' was three months pregnant with their own child. So grandfather had finally gotten what he wanted, a real grandchild. It also reminded her to look up what a bastard was? A person born of unmarried parent's. Were her parent's really married? Was she really this...this bastard? All of this troubled her even more when she was eight, her 'brother' was born and they named him Matthew. It was when Paris finally asked her 'parents' if she could go to school abroad the country. Her 'parents' didn't want her to go but her 'grandfather' immediately said yes and began to work on all the plans. So from the age of eight to sixteen she began to study in a small town in England. Still hiding in her room, she barely wanted to leave it, almost scared of the outside. It was the day of her time of the month and she wanted some chocolate, though had none in the house. Scared she took some of her allowance money and went in search of a shop. Lost in the mix and twist of alley ways she stumbled upon new territory. An adoption agency, it was the same as the one in the U.S. in which she was adopted from. Heart pounding, she walked inside and requested her adoption papers. She found out that her mother was a prostitute, murdered and her father was married and murdered. They were murdered in their hotel room a year after Paris was born. She couldn't get their names unfortunately and couldn't track down any more family members. Distraught and feeling alone she headed home to take the mail, where she found several checks from her 'grandfather' to pay for her school bills: room, board, food, etc... Then it came to her, why bother with school? It's not like anyone would know or anyone would give a damn. She packed up her stuff and moved out of her apartment, leaving the post office a note of that they should expect a change of address from her soon and she moved into a rural area of England. Her money from her grandfather then got sent to her with the new address on it and she began to live a meaningless life. She spent all her time inside, always just ordering groceries to be delivered to her house, she barely saw the sun if any. As she almost now reached eighteen she wondered what would happen? Would 'grandfather' send her money still, could she fool off that she needed the money for college? All of that changed, for on the day of her birthday she got a knock at her door. As she looked threw the glass to see who it was and why the hell they were disturbing her, it was her 'adoptive' family. She locked the top lock and ran to her room locking the door. She didn't want to see them ever, why wouldn't they just leave her the fuck alone? She remembered talking Goldy to the closet with her...and a knife. She had begun to slit her throat when something had happened. She woke up tied to her bed in a new house, a much larger house. She had awoken up in her 'grandfathers' Italy house where her 'parent's' had refused to let her go since they felt she would try and kill herself again. Soon she gained her 'mothers' trust over a few months of being tied to the bed and her 'mother' un did her bounds. She however, tried to kill herself again. Her 'father' furious at her newest attempt of suicide dragged her kicking and screaming to her "room" and tied her back in her bed so she couldn't escape again. For a while she was fed threw a tube for refusing to eat. They told her to stop being stupid and try to eat but she refused. She couldn't, she had no will to live anymore. Her 'parent's' begged her to eat and told her that if she did they would tell her what happened to her real parents. Intrigued by this she debated silently over the course of a few days and then agreed. They first made her eat, which she grudgingly did and then they told her that they were demons, and her parents hunters, and that they had to kill her parents because it was kill or be killed. They were set on killing her too, but just couldn't. She looked so much like her dead parent's and she had done nothing wrong to them so why kill her? They just left her alone in the orphanage till a few years when they realized they couldn't just leave her there. One night when she was alone in her room, she managed to break out of the house from the window. Though she left all of her material processions behind. She vowed to become a hunter and kill every Demon she met. Family: Adopted Mother-Trina Claire (39) Adopted Father-Nathaniel Claire (42) Adopted Grandfather-Daniel Claire, Father of Nathaniel (65) Adopted Brother-Matthew Claire, son of Trina and Nathaniel (12) Real Mother-Deceased Real Father-Deceased

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