COLLINS, ROLA ROYCE

[rola]

* rola r. collins ,

* start with basics ,
[ I'M SWIMMING IN THE SMOKE OF BRIDGES I HAVE BURNED ]

FULL NAME Rola Royce Collins

NICKNAMES RC, Ro, Roy

DATE OF BIRTH July fifth

AGE Thirty four

GRADE/YEAR Professor

ELEMENT Wind

SEXUALITY Homosexual

MARITAL STATUS Single, Divorced

* into the mirror ,
[ AGAINST MY WILL I STAND BESIDE MY OWN REFLECTION ]

CELEBRITY CLAIM Thandie Newton

EYE COLOUR Brown

HAIR COLOUR black

HEIGHT & WEIGHT Five feet, Five inches & 120 Pounds

DISTINGUISHING FEATURES
Seven Tattoos
-Dragon on her back
-Panther on her right thigh
-Lady clown on right shoulder
-American flag on the small of back
-Rose pedals falling towards a rose on left ankle
-The words, "Love always finds a way" in cursive on forearm
-Coy fish on left shoulder

CLOTHING STYLE
Rola can typically be seen in a pair of jeans and a black shirt. She doesn't dress up in skirts very often. Most of the time she can be seen in something that somebody would wear to a blue collar job. She doesn't spend a lot on her clothing. Therefore, she won't be found with anything really expensive being worn. Rola hates sandals so shoes should be expected out of her.

* deeper than skin ,
[ TAKE EVERYTHING FROM THE INSIDE & THROW IT ALL AWAY ]

POSITIVE TRAITS

• accepting
  
• talkative
  
• curious
  
• focused
  
• determined
  
• multi-lingual
  

NEGATIVE TRAITS

• naive
  
• doesn't make up her mind easily
  
• asks so many questions to the point where it can be annoying
  
• "heart on the sleeve" disease
  
• serial dater
  
• social migrater
  

LIKES

• warm tea
  
• jazz music
  
• books
  
• research on
  
• solving puzzles and problems
  

DISLIKES

• those who spend more time on the internet than reading books
  
• muscular men
  
• sandals
  
• cigarette smoke
  
• alcoholic beverages
  

STRENGTHS

• researching
  
• using her powers in ways some wouldn't think of
  
• explaining her ideas
  

WEAKNESSES

• can alienate others by being far too talkative
  
• is not a great dater as she says awkward stuff during dates
  
• cannot cook, is messy and has the appearance of being a person who is more suited to be a child versus an adult
  

FEARS

• Never having children
  
• Her life being pointless
  
• Being verbally abused again
  

BEST MEMORY The day she got married was the best day of her life.

WORST MEMORY On the flip side the worst day of her life was when her wife divorced her.

LONG-TERM GOAL Rola figures that the reason why she is alone is because, although she is an elemental, she hasn't stood out. That's just her opinion. So, she wants to try to stand out more in terms of personality which is why she is so talkative. She hopes to get married again and have children.

* past reflections ,
[ SOMETIMES I REMEMBER THE DARKNESS OF MY PAST ]

MOTHER Gracie Maria Collins (56), Loan Officer.

FATHER Roy Camron Collin (58), Police Officer.

SIBLINGS Mario Thomas Collins (36), Police Officer.

OTHER Ex-Wife, Julia Gretchen Taylor, (30), Teacher.

HISTORY
Rola Royce was born into a family that was interracial. Her mother was Hispanic and her father was African American. She was born in Braintree, Massachusetts. This was the kind of town that wasn't known for huge traffic. Instead, this was the classical small town. Everybody knew everybody. Rola really had many parents because adults treated the children of others like their own. This was the village that raised the child.

Grade school wasn't very difficult for this young lady. While she was the talkative little girl she avoided many conversations. The stuff that she didn't talk about was pertaining to her family. For a while Rola felt different, left out and believed that she didn't belong among her peers. While many were mixed race just like her she actually wished that she had one racial identity.

For the most part Rola felt like she was an exotic animal. Her mother attempted to convince her that she was no different from any other person. However, that would be difficult for a child with a mind that was already made up. Nobody ever teased her about her mixed race heritage. In fact, many of her classmates were mixed as well.

If things were not difficult enough for Rola to feel like she belonged the knowledge of being an elemental certainly didn't help. Her special abilities emerged while doing homework at the age of fourteen. Math was never her strong suit and she allowed her brainstorm to become a mini-storm. Her parents were not home at the time. She understood the stakes of her powers remaining a secret. If she felt like people wouldn't accept her simply because of race then the knowledge of her being a walking fan had to continue to be unknown. Rola was ashamed of her abilities and believed that it was the work of the devil.

The Collins family was super religious. Not one Sunday church visit was missed. Rola strongly believed and still believes in a higher power watching over her. She would pray to that power for an answer as to why she was picked to have this great burden. She had to get an answer. Rola never got that answer. At least, not from god.

When she turned eighteen her parents finally revealed to her a great secret. Just like Rola both her mother and father was hiding something from her. They were elementals as well. This would explain their union. Both of her parents did love each other but married for the specific purpose of continuing the elemental line. Their kind was rare. Therefore, marrying and creating a child was necessary. The two of them were an endangered species.

She went to college with a new look on life. She realized that she was special as well as her parents. Finally, she felt like she belonged. Others like her could not be found. While she never revealed what she was to other people she did perform various internet searches to try to find others. Rola never found anybody else like her and her parents.

The degree program Rola pursued was political science. Politics fascinated her. She saw politics as the only field of study in the world where someone could lie and still go down in the history books as a great person. It wasn't the allure of politics as much as it was the great hypocrisy that made the subject irresistible. Rola never had aspirations of running for political office. She felt like in order to be a good politician one has to be a great liar. Rola didn't feel like lying to millions of people.

Practice and curiosity were the watch words for her collegian career. She would go out into open fields away from people and practice her powers. Also, she would attempt to push her powers to their limit. Since she had to hide her abilities from her parents for five years until they told her about their real heritage Rola was out of practice. She was rusty. She couldn't even create a small gale let alone a tornado. The fact that wind eluded her was frustrating.

Rola's mastery of her element would come later on in life. Her obsession with her abilities had an effect on her grades. She was failing classes left and right and was on the verge of being expelled. She had to buckle down and get her school work done. When she studied more she began applying what she was learning into her ability control. She defined what wind really was. Rola felt like an idiot. One cannot manipulate or create wind if a true understanding of the element wasn't achieved. In order to control wind one had to be like wind.

Now that her curiosity about her ability had ceased Rola's grades skyrocketed. She focused only on her studies. Rola earned her degree. Sure, it was a great accomplishment but it took her six years and mounting student loan debt. This woman needed a job to pay for her loan. However, she would learn the hard way that degrees didn't guarantee employment. Many employers rejected her applications citing a lack of experience.

The elemental got her job worries answered with sweet relief. But it wasn't the job that she wanted. She found herself teaching at a middle school in Canada. Rola didn't really want to teach kids. When she was in middle school she didn't really feel like she belonged so why would she want to relive that? There was a good thing here. She did meet her future wife who was another teacher; Julia.

For a while, things were good. She was married and very much in love. However, that was only on the surface. Once her wife learned of her abilities there appeared to be a rift in the marriage. Instead of accepting Rola for what she was Julia saw this woman as a freak. If the school teacher knew of the elemental's special heritage before then the marriage would have never happened in the first place.

Rola tried her hardest to preserve her relationship. She loved Julia with all of her heart. The powers and the job was nice but having someone to share life with was more important. For years the two of them shared love but there was an uncertainty in the heart of Julia. Rola knew that this relationship was on rocky shores.

For all of her life nobody from the academy ever contacted Rola. That was about to change. While she was missed during her childhood now that she was an adult scouts from the institution contacted her via email. Rola was offered a job as a political science teacher and the pay was nearly double her salary. More importantly she was being informed that there were others like her. She asked Julia if going to Canada was a good idea. Julia broke the news that a divorce was being sought.

Sometimes, life had a way of dealing people a bad hand. Rola's job offer was rejected the first time because she had to go through a nasty divorce. She always kept the school in mind. Once her divorce was finalized Rola attempted to contact the institution through a return email. There was no answer. The offer must have expired.

There was a natural urge to go and meet her own kind. Rola pursued a meeting with anybody from that academy. Instead of getting an email, this time, she would get a phone call. A simple yes or no question was asked pertaining to her coming and teaching at the school. The answer was yes. What had she to lose? The love of her life was gone and she didn't have major attachments.

* puppet on a string ,
[ SOMETHING INSIDE ME THAT PULLS BENEATH THE SURFACE ]

YOUR NAME Groat

YOUR AGE 27

RP EXPERIENCE 13 years

HOW'D YOU FIND US? caution to the wind

SECRET WORD correct

RP SAMPLE

"Set fire on the hill! Fire on the hill-" Zoric grabbed the young and scared heavy gunner by the back of the helmet. "Shoot the damn hill you idiot! They're going to mow us down if you don't take your panties off and fight back!" He was shouting at the gunner due to the fact that his current location was a mountainous area surrounded by higher elevations of rocks that were covered in Taliban.

These soldiers were young. He knew that. He understood that none of them wanted to die. Even with relatively primitive technology the people of Kandahar were giving the Soviets the fight of their lives. This was a time for someone to step up and do what needed to be done. Zoric, with all of his badge, green and black camoflauged uniform, rushed the nearest hill which was right in front of him. He dropped his AK-47. Both of his hands reached behind his body to the small of his back to draw out two curve shaped daggers. This man had to be mad. He brought a knife to a gunfight.

"DIE!" A whirlwind of slashing and strings of blood droplets filled the air. He fought like he personally hated the Kandahar people. Yet, he had no quirrel with them except for the fact that his country was at war. That didn't change anything. He left no survivors. Those who dropped their arms and held up their hands were not spared at all.

"Wélem no!" pleaded one of the fighters. That was Pashto for "don't shoot." Zoric didn't care. He slowly walked up towards the surrending men with daggers held up to his chest level. Death was coming to these unfortunate souls. Or at least death would have came. It would appear that Zoric had forgotten about the other hills. Two rounds struck him in the back. Even with a vest on that was enough to knock him out. Zoric's unit was slaughtered. He never planned on making it out of that village alive anyways. He was taken into the mainline of the village.

Four hours later the captive felt a splash of dirty water smelling of fecal matter hitting his face. There he was with his vest removed, weapons taken and passed out like trophies and tied to a chair. Three men wearing black ski masks stood before him in burkas on. Their sandals slid against the dry and sandy floring of this mud constructed home. Zoric was blind folded and looking from left to right to try to get a hearing beeming on whomever was watching him.

"Where am I?! Answer me! Where are you? Release me!" His words were ignored. At least, they were ignored from the standpoint of him being set free. His response was a hard butt of an AK-47 hitting him in the stomach. Blood spewed from his lips. No struggle was made to set himself free. This dry climate coupled with no water being given didn't make it easy to have the energy to fight.

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