[attr="class","ommg"]raye twain

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• patient, calculating, observant, precise, unperturbed
• guarded, blasé, soft-spoken, impassive, undedicated

    tall, with a lithe, almost gangly figure, and flat as a board. her skin is as white as snow, an unhealthy pallor to her complexion. raye's pallidness only serves to draw attention to her raven hair, cut short to be practical, and her equally piercing dark eyes. her mouth is pale pink with a hint of blue, shifted almost always in a serious expression.
    clothing-wise, raye operates by function, not fashion, opting for anything free moving. however, she is almost always seen in a dark blue coat and purple scarf.
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on a cold winter night, the snow falling lightly, a baby girl was left on the doorstep of a New York orphanage, wrapped in blue blankets, and clutching a necklace in her tiny hands. later on, the matron of the orphanage would wonder why the baby did not freeze to death nor appear to be crying. a wrinkled photograph of a young couple was found nestled in the blankets. on the back was simply written, "raye."

as a child, she expected too much. as the years passed by, and as she grew older and older, her hopes of being adopted or finding her birth parents diminished. it didn't help that the other children shunned her for her sickly appearance, and for the chilliness that followed her around. it was merely coincidence that one day, watching the news, that she found the man that was in her photograph. a billionaire who had revolutionized the tech industry, he was happily married to a socialite of a wife and had two spoiled children.

excitement and happiness were replaced by hate. how could this forty-something father of hers forget about her? how could he abandon her, leaving her to suffer while he lived a life of success? she hated him, hated him and her unknown mother for throwing her away on a doorstep. later on, when raye found out that she wasn't completely mortal, her anger only grew into a wanting for revenge.

at nineteen, released from the orphanage, she accidentally stumbled into Lemuria, finding herself in a mythical world surrounded by people like her. even four years later, she still struggles in finding a place for herself, wandering the world and cutting herself off from most people.

Necklace of Jotunheim (Tier 1)
A deep blue jewel that lies on a simple silver chain, it once belonged to Raye's mother. When activated, a gentle snowfall will be created. The necklace condenses water in the air in about a radius of about fifteen minutes and the ensuing snowflakes last for ten minutes until the necklace's power wears off.


Cold Blood (Tier 1)
Cold to the touch, prolonged exposure to Raye either by physical contact or close proximity will prove to be chillingly uncomfortable.

Skin of Ice (Tier 1)
When in any of her mother's domains (the cold, mountains), Raye will begin to feel more energized than normal.