Rain White Mountain

[violetta]

RAIN WHITE MOUNTAIN


imaginative .:. justice-loving .:. introverted

BACK TO BASICS ' '

Full Name: Rain White Mountain
Significance of Name: The Thunderbird creates storms in Native American mythology, specifically rain and lightning. He also delivers messages to the Great Spirit and perches upon a white mountain (hence the last name) when not doing just that.
Nickname(s): Rain
Age: 15
Gender: it's a girl!
Orientation: straight
Grade: freshman
Celeb you're using: Daniela Ruah
Deity: Thunderbird - Native American
Title of your deity: Creator of Storms, Messenger of the Spirits

STRIKE A POSE ' '

Physical Appearance: They say you can tell a lot about a person just by looking at him (or her). That’s actually not necessarily true, but like my friends say, with Rain White Mountain, you’d better believe it. In fact, they say I’ve almost always got a grin plastered on my face and a raucous laugh erupting from my lips, exactly identical to my personality. I’m a happy girl. People say I get high on life sometimes, and I guess I do. But as for beauty – I kind of squirm at calling myself pretty because then I feel extremely vain and stuck-up, but I guess I’m at least fairly comely. People don’t wince when they see my face, if that’s what you’re asking. I’m a stickler for keeping in shape (ergo, I’m rather muscular compared to the average girl) but not creepily so. I don’t overwork myself in the gym, but I don’t slack off, either.

So if you’re wondering what it would be like to lay eyes on me every day, I usually wear colorful T-shirts and blouses over jeans or leggings and either boots or flats. Whatever it is, it’s got something from the wild plastered on it – sparrows, moths, white oaks, et cetera; I’m obsessed with nature, so you know. But as for my body? As far as hair goes, mine is falls down to my shoulderblades, dark-caramel and silky, and it stands out against my fair, clear skin. But my favorite feature is my eyes, or rather the tiny color-changing flecks scattered inside my pupils; they switch shades according to my mood. Brilliant green is excited, ultramarine blue is upset, and a pale white-silver is angry, though the flecks only change from the standard chocolate when my emotions are really high. For example, if I’ve got butterflies in my stomach, the flecks don’t turn gold unless my heart rate is double the normal or if I’m throwing up from the anxiety; if I’m happy, which is the usual brown, they don’t turn shimmering bronze until I’m on the floor splitting my sides with laughter or grinning so wide my face is about to split in half. I’m pretty tall, a little more than your average height, and lithe as a cat, with slender fingers and waistline. My friends say I have a big heart, too, but you’d need a cardiogram for that.

LET'S GET TO KNOW YOU BETTER ' '

Personality Description: I’ve been called a frightening abundance of nicknames throughout my life – Sunshine, Kiss-Up, Goldensmiles, Freaky-Eyes, Glass Pet – some of them sweet and catchy, others cruel yet corny, but to an extent all of them true. I’ve been told that I’m all smiles and no wiles (one of the worst ones I’ve heard to date) and that I’ve got a heart that’s both tender and strong. The second one’s true; the first one, well… the kid that said it was stretching the rhyme in the first place. The fact is, I’m a cheerful girl, eager to see the bright side and quick to dance in the rain. You see, there’s two sides to every situation; you can choose which one you’d prefer to set your eyes on. I choose the happy side, but that’s not to say I don’t accept the darker one. My loyalty and integrity has gotten me in trouble with bullies and haters before, because I refuse not to stand up for justice. It kills me when kids stare and smirk at others just because he dresses in all black or she’s got a cleft in her lip. I mean, how could they do that? How’d they like it if everyone dropped their books in the hallway to gawk at them because they’re different in the slightest way? It makes no sense, but people do it anyway. I spend a lot of time thinking and daydreaming, introvert that I am, and so I've had a lot of experience mulling all this over.

My desire to do what’s right no matter what and keep on keeping on ‘til the end earns me raised eyebrows and whispers of “goody-goody” at times, but really, all I want to do is what should be done in the first place. I’m a natural diehard, solitary by nature and not real good with people skills, but what few good friends I have know they can count on me even after I drop dead. I’m a fortress to the feeble and friend to the hated, a comforter to the abandoned and a beckoning light to the lost. But my selflessness and craving to help others has its downsides – sometimes I go overboard and end up stressing myself and others out. And although I’ve got a flexible temper, when I get mad I don’t stop fighting the unrighteous (with cruel people, not my friends; and even when I try to be humble and let the other person have the last word, it’s seriously hard sometimes) until wrong is made right. I’m also extremely gullible and, some people say, naïve like a child: too innocent. Don’t know who to trust, who to help out. That’s true to an extent. But no matter what, I strive to be the best person and friend I can be, and that ain’t never going to change.

Likes:
- playing piano & violin & singing
- nature!
- writing fiction & reading
- sitting quietly and thinking or imagining, usually under a tree
- springtime
- messing around with the weather – using my powers
- Chinese food… mmm…
- the Spanish language (don’t ask why; I just do)
- Sundays; the world just seems so much brighter then. I can't explain it, so don't ask.
Dislikes:
- people who act as if they’re personally responsible for their own beauty or smarts or abilities… like the popular kids who think they’re so cool
- intolerance and disrespect of uniqueness
- darkness & shadows
- manifestations of vampire and darkness deities; they scare me
- not getting enough sleep
Strengths:
- a strong sense of justice and integrity
- extremely loyal and a diehard
- nearly nonflammable temper
- lighthearted, easygoing
- an introvert; I think things through
Weaknesses:
- some people call me naïve and too innocent… I trust people too easily
- wanting to please everyone at the same time (it gets complicated fast!)
- bad people skills. I’m a quiet, reserved child, so I’m not very social.
- controlling my powers when others are being mean (and make me want to zap them right then and there)
Fears: that I won’t be able to protect and help them all; that I’ll short-circuit when I’m storming; that it’ll take me a really long time to fly
Goal: be able to fly

Power/Ability: weather manipulation
I call my ability to manipulate weather “storming around”. All this is possible by energy, but if I concentrate a lot, I can do it all without energy on the fly. So far I’ve been able to create an entire storm while being a bit out of breath, but after a while it starts to hurt and I let the storm loose from my grip.
Lightning: by concentrating really hard, I can draw in energy to the point that the air around me starts to collapse, then push it out through my pores so quickly and strongly that the friction increases to the point of lightning synthesis. From there I can push it around in the air, feed it more energy, or draw some back in.
Rain: I’m usually around some water source when I synthesize rain, but if there’s none nearby I’ll reach into the air and pull out as much moisture as possible (I need a really big diameter for that, so I have to be in open space). From there, I can draw in energy and heat up the moisture until it evaporates (which takes about 3 seconds) and then draw energy down from the clouds that form so that rain falls. It’s pretty cool, actually. I can create rain purely by using my eyes.
Snow: The same as above, only I snatch all the energy from it on the way down.
Sleet and hail are harder to do. I’m working on it.

WELCOME TO MY LIFE ' '

Place of Origin: Sioux Thrush Valley Reserve
History:
I’ve never really been sure where I came from. The kindly Sioux of Thrush Valley told me they’d found me at the foot of a white oak, staring up at the sun in wonder and awe. Surprisingly, I wasn’t crying, and I didn’t seem very upset. Our generous chief, Long Antler, searched long and hard, but he never found my parents, and so I was adopted by Red Bird and Moth Wing, a young Sioux couple who were loyal and loving beyond words. According to my mother Red Bird, I got my name when Moth Wing was sent “a dream from the Great Spirit himself” telling them to name their child Rain, and so they did, though it seemed unreasonable since I was always laughing. I’ve knew I was special ever since I reached the age when memories finally kick in; in fact, when all the tribe dashed for cover in the rain, I stayed outside and danced in it. I found I could make it rain when I was 7; by the age of 10, I was secretly messing around with lightning. Somehow I couldn’t find the strength to tell Red Bird and Moth Wing; I knew I could trust them with all my heart, but I felt this was something to keep quiet.

And then Pantheon Academy found me. I remember distinctly the elderly Navajo man who came one day to speak with the tribe and to my parents. I didn’t hear the words that passed between them, but I know that by the end they were tearfully waving me goodbye, and I was on a great white bird screaming through the air with the man who called himself Daniel. Then I reached Pantheon, and I was told that I was a god. I’ve known that I’m able to fly for a long time, but it’s like there’s a lock inside me and the key will turn itself when the time is right.“But I’m a girl,” I cried. Daniel raised his brows at me. “I suppose the Thunderbird wants to mix things up a bit.” I suppose he’s right.

CONNECTION TO THE MYTH ' '

~ you already know about my name: rain is found in storms and the Thunderbird is creator of both rain and lightning (specifically)
~ my last name is White Mountain, which the Thunderbird rested on when not delivering messages
~ the Sioux were one of the tribes that believed in a singular Thunderbird entity, and I’m Sioux by birth and by home
~ my eyes change color and can cause rain, while the Thunderbird’s eyes were said to shoot lightning
~ the Thunderbird was said to be good-natured, a messenger for the Great Spirit, and I’m a servant by nature; I love helping people
~ the Thunderbird kept to himself when not delivering messages, and I’ll admit, I’m solitary by nature (ergo I don’t have amazing social skills).

ROLEPLAYING SAMPLE ' '

Mara sighed, gazing quietly at the rippling water's skin. Little commas of blue and white leaped up like fish, arcing through the autumn air alongside the children's laughter. Life at MIRAGE was a lot harder than she'd thought; all these people! She just wasn't used to it. It was easier coping with Rain, that pesky black-and-white companion of hers, but then zebras didn't understand everything about walking on two legs.

She'd spotted the other girl sitting on the edge not far from her a while ago, and Mara wondered. With spriggy, deep chestnut hair and pretty sloe eyes, she seemed to be particularly taken with the water, watching it dance and frolic amongst itself. Was she a WING? The pretty Ani didn't have many friends, and she certainly had no idea who most of the people in WINGS itself were, let alone have seen the girl before.

Mara gnawed the inside of her lip, staring back down at the water. Her reflection stared back, smiling caramel eyes above a small nose and lips turned slightly up; her striped hair stood out, though, black and white like ink on a paper. It obviously attracted lots of attention, but Mara figured people would just mutter crazy kids, assuming she'd dyed it or something, and forget about it. Her skin was different; it was covered with zebra hair itself, and she'd had to shrug on a jacket over her blouse and jeans.

No use shaving the fur; she knew that well enough, ten band-aids and two eye-popping bald spots later. Mara'd learned long ago how to fit in fairly, but since she obviously wasn't set for swimming she just perched slightly awkwardly at the edge of the pool, legs half tucked under her. She knew she was obvious, but as her guardian mother Lara had always said, just because you're different doesn't mean you have to act it.

So, why not make a new friend? Mara shrugged to herself, half rising, and suddenly stopped. What if the girl... never mind. Any friend was alright with her, even someone not a WING. Mind made up, the Ani got to her feet, strode over to the girl, and squatted down a baby's pace away from her.

BEHIND THE SCENE ' '

Your name: Viviana (username violetta, no caps)
Age: 13
How long have you been RPing?: foreeeever at least 2 years, but I've been writing since I was 7; currently starting up a site called Hopeflight based on the book that I'm currently slogging through.
Where/How did you find us? A while back; you added on either WINGS (www.westonwings.proboards.com)’ or Richfield Academy’s (www.richfieldacademy2.proboards.com) site.