BEAUREGARD, RAMBO LOUIS

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* rambo l. beauregard ,

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

FULL NAME Rambo Louis Beauregard

NICKNAMES Beau, Rambie, Louie

DATE OF BIRTH June 21

AGE 15

GRADE/YEAR Tenth

ELEMENT Water

SEXUALITY Straight

MARITAL STATUS Unmarried

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

CELEBRITY CLAIM Robert Sheehan

EYE COLOUR Green

HAIR COLOUR Brown

HEIGHT & WEIGHT 6 feet - 160 pounds

DISTINGUISHING FEATURES Rambo has a couple of scars on his left hand from trying to stop a dogfight between his neighbor's German shepherd and Richard's pit bull when he was about nine. They've faded over time, but they're still pretty noticeable. He's also gotten his nose broken a few times, so if you're looking for it, it's there. Finally, he has a 'life is good' biker tattooed on the back of his neck.

CLOTHING STYLE Rambo wears band t-shirts and jeans, most days. He usually doesn't worry about his clothes too much, and he tends to be pretty hard on them, so they end up rather dirty and worn. He buys most of them from thrift stores, or finds them in a dumpster somewhere and hoses them off to clean them up. His absolute lack of anything resembling money doesn't help very much in that respect. Rambo also likes to go barefoot and tends to go around without shoes most of the time, even at school.

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

POSITIVE TRAITS

• Forward thinking
  
• Good conversationalist
  
• Sense of humor
  

NEGATIVE TRAITS

• Inconsiderate
  
• Doesn't do emotions
  
• Never shuts up
  

LIKES

• Adrenaline
  
• Getting away with...well, anything
  
• Pushing peoples' buttons
  
• Having a good time
  
• Exploring
  

DISLIKES

• Emotional anything
  
• Being alone
  
• Repetition
  
• Rules
  
• Slippery people
  

STRENGTHS

• Energetic
  
• Independent
  
• Positive
  

WEAKNESSES

• Impatient
  
• Easily distracted
  
• Doesn't think ahead
  

FEARS

• Getting sent back home for good
  
• Hospitals (and death!)
  
• Knocking some girl up
  

BEST MEMORY His first Christmas home after going to the Academy, and showing off his new training for his sister.

WORST MEMORY When his dad beat his mom because he accidentally exploded a glass of water.

LONG-TERM GOAL To come out of school better than he went in, and maybe to go to college. Also - and this is more subconscious than anything - he wants to give his father what he's got coming to him once he has the power to do so.

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

MOTHER Eula Louise Dempsey (34), Cashier

FATHER Phillip Oatha Beauregard (36), laundromat attendant (also breeds fighting dogs and fights/sells them on an underground Louisiana circuit).

SIBLINGS Millie Oatha Beauregard (13), unemployed.

OTHER Remy Gestaldt Tammany (14), cleans ferryboats on the weekends. Rambo's closest friend and confidante.

HISTORY Rambo Beauregard was born in Chalmette, Louisiana, to a 19-year-old mother and a father who would've done a better job if he wasn't around. He went to primary school as a kid but hung out with the wrong crowd and started dropping pretty early on, first because his dad wanted him to help with the dogs and then later because his friends were doing it. Phil often shouted at him and his sister, and sometimes belted them, mainly because they were a burden and didn't make any money. When Rambo was twelve he was waiting at the bus stop when it occurred to him that selling drugs might make things easier for him and his mom and sister, who'd been born two years after him...he'd seen the trades going on before, when he was around at his dad's fights, but after that he started getting proactive about it.

He got into it with marijuana, but coke and heroin were more profitable. He tried all three and more on the side, and really got into the hallucinogenics for awhile, but he managed to get clean and in the end just stuck to pot. While he was first getting started he sampled the merchandise once or twice and ended up getting the shit kicked out of him for trying to sell too little for too much. And sometimes he got the shit kicked out of him just because the people he was selling to were fucked in the head. But the longer he did it the less the money actually helped out at home, and his original goal was lost. Then his sister was caught with a bong at school - she was nine, trying to look older, like her brother - and he realized he was only really doing this for her and his mom. He stopped flaunting his drug use after that and started hanging back home more, trying to watch out for his sister.

He could always feel a connection to water when he was growing up, but the first time anything weird happened was when his dad threw a glass at him and the water inside shattered it before it could hit him. Phil smacked Rambo's mom around for it and told her 'he knew she'd have fucking retarded babies' and that's how Rambo found out she was an Elemental, too. A couple of days later, some guys came around asking about Rambo and then he was told he could leave and go to school in Canada for a while, if he wanted to, although he figured at the time that it wasn't actually much of an invitation. Still, his mom told him about the Academy and he went because she explained to him that it would be better if he got himself an education. He wasn't - and still isn't - very good at applying himself, but he does have a natural talent for water manipulation and so he's managed to graduate himself from his first year at the school.

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

YOUR NAME Silence.

YOUR AGE 17

RP EXPERIENCE Years.

HOW'D YOU FIND US? Magic. And topsites.

SECRET WORD Correct.

RP SAMPLE

Vitus could feel the energy tingling in the swamp that night, the power racing through the murky water, sinking into his skin. It was with a sense of pride that he stood at the edge of the Atrox, his head held high and his senses vibrant with the enemy in his sights. This was something he had experienced often in his ranging travels, but only conflict brought the rush of adrenaline, endorphins curling along his spine and making him suppress a shiver of delight. He was not an emotional wolf but he could not deny his breeding any more than his companions could have done. He'd often considered his taste for danger to be a sign of his inner idiot, but it was at times like these when he did not deny himself the pleasure. The water at his feet was glass...he'd come to stand in his place with a decisive certainty that this was where he needed to be, and nowhere else. He'd sent Epoch away to keep her safe and this security gave him a freedom of mind that was quite welcome.

The sound of water being rent in unnatural patterns caused his energy to leap higher for a moment and remain at that zenith, the note of excitement trembling in his mind, almost visible, tangible. He opened his mouth and began to pant, the thought of fresh blood raising in him an illogical madness despite his usual reserve. And then they were there, the alpha of their number visible first, his eyes not the only features Vitus could see. His coat was pale, sickly sweet in the half-light, and although Vitus knew he would never have a chance in hell of taking the dog down he found he had to curb a strong urge not to try. He wasn't suicidal, didn't want to die, but there was something surreal about this night that appealed to his soul at the most primal levels. He could taste the magic in the air, and it made him feel alive.

His mental tie to Epoch twinged worryingly and brought him away from the edge, just enough so that he could find his feet. This cliff was one that the merlin didn't want him to go charging over without thinking first. As he worried for her, she too feared for him...perhaps more on her part, considering his position. But even as the seductive attraction of the night was cleared from his faculties, Vitus batted irritably at his shadow's presence in his mind. He didn't want her there, limiting him, acting as his conscience and his better half. He wanted to be vicious and untamed, just for a night, and he didn't want to ask her for permission.

Just once, he simply wanted to act.

Vitus's own alpha pair was moving softly in the dark, quiet translations passing between them that Vitus didn't care to intrude upon. And then a surge of energy raced through the pads of his paws and settled itself in between his shoulderblades, ready to aid him in this fight. It was foreign but it felt willing as well and as Namasté's voice intruded softly within his mind, he knew the power to be there for his own support. The bitch's voice filled his mind, the low tone bringing both logic and wild fury together into a cold calculation of his surroundings, and Vitus felt his joints turn to liquid steel in instinctive response. He did not like to be lead by others but this time he let his emotions be altered by the steel in her voice. His resolve had turned into something fierce.

Destroy them.

And Vitus lunged for the enemy as a horse from the gate. He aligned himself with an enemy and moved to flank them, jerking his head to the side at the last moment and aiming for the axis of their spine. His teeth gripped flesh and he held tighter, fur and scruff mingling with the copper taste of blood at the back of his throat.

This was it. The battle had begun.

[STARK FROM JOISEY]

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