Raffy voulait vraiment le dire enfin. Tout le truc du cœur à cœur n'était pas typiquement son style; il avait le léger risque de s'attacher. Bien que, Raffy était un peu trop froid pour se fixer facilement. Elle préférait le lien artificiel sur la route des intérêts partagés ; cela lui donnait de la place pour manœuvrer. Raffy a gardé un visage sincère et apologétique malgré son ennui, ses yeux larges et sa bouche fronçant quelque peu. De temps en temps, elle le changeait vaguement pour donner l'impression qu'elle pensait inoffensif. La manipulation officielle allait commencer demain et elle était excitée, giddy même. Raffy, après tout, n'était pas heureuse à moins qu'elle n'ait le contrôle.
"Laissons parler quelque chose d'autre." Raffy s'est exprimée, lui éclaircissant la gorge dans l'inconfort ersatz. J'aime vraiment le film Jaws. Pas le deuxième ou le troisième, mais le premier original. Les vieux films sont si bons. Quelqu'un a-t-il déjà vu The Breakfast Club? Meilleur film jamais, je dis.
Raffy ne mentait pas. Elle aimait ces films avec passion, et elle ne voulait pas penser à leur situation. Elle ne voulait pas penser à leur ville de cendres. Raphaela voulait se concentrer sur le manque d'esprit qu'elle a reçu en regardant un bon film, quand elle a ignoré tout ce qui s'est passé autour d'elle plutôt qu'une image en mouvement. Raffy avait envie de pleurer, non pas parce qu'elle était triste, mais parce qu'elle était en colère. Elle n'a rien perdu, elle allait bien, elle avait toujours elle-même. Sauf pour le contrôle. Elle n'était pas en contrôle et elle avait besoin d'avoir le contrôle. Raffy a mordu les sentiments, s'est promis le pouvoir ; s'est promis que, le matin, tout serait réparé. Les larmes sont mortes et elle a attendu que quelqu'un réponde à ses questions.
Name:
Raphaela “Raffy” Peony Cox
Age :
17
Gender :
Female
Sexuality :
Demisexual
Personality :
Raffy is a sweet girl with a friendly and loving approach to everybody…or so it seems. In truth, Raffy is a manipulative liar who loves to spin webs and cause chaos to benefit her or just to have fun. Ambitious and sly, she has placed herself in a position at high school where teachers and students trusted her. Those who didn’t trust her was because she had crossed them and the only thing keeping their mouths shut is Raffy blackmailing them. Many, if they knew the truth about Raffy, would consider her immoral – Raffy doesn’t care about rights and wrongs, just about self-preservation. If there is a possibility, in the end, she is on top, she will do whatever she can to make it a fact. The redhead would betray her own parents if it were to ensure her survival. Intelligent and charismatic, it is easy to fall into her trap and not many have been able to see through her – at least, none that she know of.
History :
Raffy was born to an ex-Politian, Katherine Cox, and a businessman, Jameson Cox. As she grew up, they prepared her for when she would take over Cox Industries and raised her to be a ruthless, smooth businesswoman. In the process, however, they created an independent nihilist whose only joy in life was herself. Her parents never showed an interest in Raffy’s life except for the one they created for her; when she was little, this caused great upset for Raffy, but now that she is older, she only finds it liberating. The Cox family never grew emotional attachments to each other and was more acquaintances than family, but they were all okay with it. The members of the dysfunctional family were too independent to be reliant.
Raffy was encouraged to do well in school and popularity – she easily became everyone’s friend - and was ushered to pick up a hobby. When her mother said hobby, she probably meant stamp-collecting and knitting; Raffy began to create unnecessary drama as a hobby. She would constantly be on the phone, talking to those whom needed her condolence. Raffy just used this to gain more hold. In the end, Raphaela had become what her parents wanted her to: a ruthless, independent woman.
Clothing:
On the night of the fire, Raffy was wearing jeans that came to just above her knees and a long-sleeved, cotton, plain grey shirt. On her feet were beat-up traditional vans that she didn’t typically wear, but decided to wear on that day.
Skills:
- Charismatic
- Sly
- Intelligence
- Great Liar
Weaknesses:
- Not athletic
- Her manipulation is a double-edged sword
- Storms scare her
- She is not inconspicuous
Other:
N/A