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R A C H E L R O T H ♦ U N I V E R S I T Y S T U D E N T ♦ J E R S E Y C I T Y ♦ I N D E P E N D E N T
C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T:
"I've never felt comfortable around anyone. Even myself."
This tale of a young Rachel Roth picks up some time after her fallout with members of the Titans. Up until their separation, she lived with the group in South Brother Island within the East River in New York. Their facility is disguised as a research center, but once you step inside, it's obvious that the location serves as a base of operations. Raven's separation from the Titans was a slow process, one which began with small, sporadic arguments and snowballed into fights up until they couldn't take any more of her and she couldn't take any more of them. The Titans clashed over a number of issues; primarily their emerging roles as young adults. The Titans' primary focus was shifting, and each individual member had their own goals and ambitions as well. With Raven's unstable emotions threatening to make her fall prey to the hold her father has on her, she thought it best to leave South Brother Island and never return.
Roughly a few days after her departure, Raven got in touch with her former colleagues. They reached an understanding and although their relationship isn't rock solid, there isn't any animosity among one another.
Roughly a few days after her departure, Raven got in touch with her former colleagues. They reached an understanding and although their relationship isn't rock solid, there isn't any animosity among one another.
C H A R A C T E R M O T I V A T I O N S & G O A L S:
Rachel Roth is currently attending Columbia University seeking her PhD in Clinical Psychology. She hopes to get away from manipulating the emotions of others and instead, concentrate on working them through their problems, in turn finding a way to better cope with her own. Rachel has stepped back from the limelight since then, knowing that her father is locked away in another dimension and therefore she doesn't feel responsible for saving anymore lives.
My plan is to have Trigon escape, eventually forcing Raven to reach out to the Titans all the meanwhile struggling with the decision to rejoin them as a member once more and be at their mercy, or take a step back and only help out as needed. She will struggle with school, her finances, and possibly get in trouble with the law.
My plan is to have Trigon escape, eventually forcing Raven to reach out to the Titans all the meanwhile struggling with the decision to rejoin them as a member once more and be at their mercy, or take a step back and only help out as needed. She will struggle with school, her finances, and possibly get in trouble with the law.
C H A R A C T E R N O T E S:
The current members of the Titans do not include Robin, Starfire, etc.
S A M P L E P O S T:
Rachel closed her eyes, and a cucumber was gently placed over each lid. She was face-up on the message table, a couple of white towels covering her chest and the area from just below her abdomen down to her thighs. The background music was extremely soothing, the playlist ranging from earthy, natural sounds such as rain and thunder to full instrumental pieces. She was lying there for a while before being startled by strong hands kneading the sole of her foot. Rachel heard a soft chuckle, obviously from the masseur down by the end of the table. She didn't pay him any mind, and instead she allowed herself to drift away.
"I'm sorry," he eventually said, switching to her other foot. Rachel became a tad annoyed, but she simply shrugged it off and told him not to worry.
"No, you don't understand, Raven. I'm sorry." His voice changed mid-statement, and on instinct Rachel clutched the towel and shot up, seeing her father towering over her within arm's reach. Rachel was speechless, but before she could react she was forced back down, arms by her side and a feeling of heavy weight on her chest as if she were being buried alive.
"You're not--"
Rachel was gasping for breath and couldn't get the words out in time. She was launched against the wall before painfully falling to the floor. It took her a moment to recover, but she eventually realized that she was in her bedroom, the scenery much different from the one a second ago. Rachel slowly sat up, the cold floor beneath her a sure sign she was in the right place. Her cat, Cody, slowly walked up to her more than likely seeking a good belly rub. She could have very well been mysteriously murdered in her own bedroom and them damn furball wouldn't have flinched.
"Do you even care about me?" Rachel said in a dry tone, petting Cody behind the ear. The cat purred for a moment before deciding to walk away. His temperament sure was a hard one to crack.
Rachel sat in silence for a moment, the scene replaying in her mind as if it were on a loop. It was the second time she had been through something similar, and her guess as to the meaning behind these "encounters" disturbed her far more than she was willing to admit. But Rachel had had enough for one night. She got up off the ground and returned to bed, deciding that she did not want to be sleep-deprived for another morning lecture.
"I'm sorry," he eventually said, switching to her other foot. Rachel became a tad annoyed, but she simply shrugged it off and told him not to worry.
"No, you don't understand, Raven. I'm sorry." His voice changed mid-statement, and on instinct Rachel clutched the towel and shot up, seeing her father towering over her within arm's reach. Rachel was speechless, but before she could react she was forced back down, arms by her side and a feeling of heavy weight on her chest as if she were being buried alive.
"You're not--"
Rachel was gasping for breath and couldn't get the words out in time. She was launched against the wall before painfully falling to the floor. It took her a moment to recover, but she eventually realized that she was in her bedroom, the scenery much different from the one a second ago. Rachel slowly sat up, the cold floor beneath her a sure sign she was in the right place. Her cat, Cody, slowly walked up to her more than likely seeking a good belly rub. She could have very well been mysteriously murdered in her own bedroom and them damn furball wouldn't have flinched.
"Do you even care about me?" Rachel said in a dry tone, petting Cody behind the ear. The cat purred for a moment before deciding to walk away. His temperament sure was a hard one to crack.
Rachel sat in silence for a moment, the scene replaying in her mind as if it were on a loop. It was the second time she had been through something similar, and her guess as to the meaning behind these "encounters" disturbed her far more than she was willing to admit. But Rachel had had enough for one night. She got up off the ground and returned to bed, deciding that she did not want to be sleep-deprived for another morning lecture.
P O S T C A T A L O G:
Coming soon.
