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Rinne N. Eliade

"Back off before I castrate you."

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a character in “My Daddy Death: Revamp”, as played by TaniaSoulEater

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Rinne Nora Eliade | Nizhoni Citlali Swiftfoot
Secrets - One Republic | Mirrors - Justin Timberlake
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Nickname: N/A
"Well, technically, Rinne's a nickname already. My real name is Victorinne, but that's just plain weird."
Age: 17
Birth Date: 10 September 1996
Hometown: Florence, Italy
"Half Italian, half English."
Gender: Female
"Not obvious?... No?"
Sexuality: Straight/Heterosexual
Role: Female Four






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Otherworld Entity: Skinwalker
Transformation Appearance: Rinne's skinwalker appearance differs every time, based on what form she chooses to take on. If it's an animal, she prefers wild cats, such as snow leopards or tigers, or maybe birds, like owls or eagles. For people, she'll take mostly young people, in their teens or twenties - she doesn't like the feel of older bodies. In animal form, her eyes glow in an eerie manner, no matter what colour they are.
Power: A skinwalker is a person with the ability to turn into any animal or person she desires. For animals, it's easier - she can turn into the animal, and change her appearance slightly just by thinking about it. For humans, it's slightly harder - she needs the person in question to look straight into her eyes. Better still if they're afraid when they do so - she feeds off the fear and uses it to her advantage. Rinne can also manipulate humans' memories to make them forget that they ever saw her, in any of her forms. As part of Navajo lore, she can also create small charms, with different outcomes, such as cursing them, placing a protection spell, and so on. She can retain her youth for an infinite amount of time, she can be injured or killed.
Personality: Rinne is a very deceptive person. She's a born actress, able to make most people believe what she wants them to believe. Manipulative and sly, she has absolutely no qualms about lying, and will do so freely, if it pleases her. She is what could be classified as slightly sadistic - she likes to lead people on and let them slowly realise that they were wrong about her all the time. She always looks as though she's got a secret, some inner joke, that nobody else gets, that little knowing twinkle in her eyes.
It's possible to get through to her, though, but it's hard. There are few people she's become attached to, and she's trying hard to seal her heart closed before anyone can get in. Try hard, and maybe you'll find that she's much nicer to you - and hopefully it's not a trick.
Strengths: Rinne is good at deception - a natural liar, one might say. She's good at reading people, and can pick up mannerisms and personalities quickly. She can also tell, at a glance, what people are like. A quick thinker, she reacts quickly to situations around her and can solve most problems thrown at her. She's also really good at manipulation, and can affect others easily. She's also really good at drawing.
Weaknesses: Rinne has one weakness, and that is the sound of childrens' laughter. Not just any laughter - she's weak only to the signature high-pitched, gleeful laughter that only young children can produce. This reminds her too much of her painful childhood, and makes her relive all the memories. Whenever she hears it, she'll freeze up, and usually become more bad-tempered. As a skinwalker, she's fast and usually impossible to catch, but if by some miracle she's wounded, when she regains her human form, she'll have a similar injury on the same spot. Since the skinwalker is part of Navajo lore, Rinne's got a Navajo name, too - Nizhoni Citlali Swiftfoot, the first part of which means 'beautiful star', and the second a name that characterises her speed as a skinwalker. If one pronounces her Navajo name clearly and loudly in her presence, the person will be able to control Rinne and make her do as they wish her to. The only way to kill her is with a bullet dipped in white ash.
Likes:
♥ Nature
♥ Music
♥ Drawing
♥ Nighttime
♥ Autumn
Dislikes:
♣ Bright sunlight
♣ Too much noise
♣ Guns
♣ Small children
♣ Routines
Dreams:
∞ Rinn dreams of happiness - where everyone can just be happy and peaceful and love each other.






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Family Life: Rinne is one of seven children living in a foster home run by Ms Abigail Stafford.
History: Rinne spent almost her whole life in an orphanage nearly a hundred miles away from Reaper. The nuns running the orphanage told her, as soon as she was old enough to understand, that she'd been left on the steps by a woman. A card was found in baby Rinne's hand, listing all her personal information, such as her name, date of birth, and so on. The security cameras at the door caught some rather blurred footage of a dark-haired woman placing Rinne at the door of the orphanage. Mysteriously, there were a few hurriedly scrawled words after her name on the paper - Nizhoni Citlali Swiftfoot. Rinne didn't know the significance of that name then, and tucked the piece of paper away in her small box of treasures, keeping the secret name close to her heart. In a fit of rebelliousness and anger towards her biological mother, Rinne took on a shortened version of her name, instead of the 'nice French name your mother gave you', as the nuns put it.
When she was eight, Rinne grew close to another young girl her age in the orphanage, Amber Sanchez. Amber had been orphaned in a car crash that claimed her parents' and brother's lives. Amber took to Rinne quickly, and they became fast friends. Years passed in the blink of an eye, and both girls turned thirteen. Amber, seeing many happy families arrive and take children away to live happy lives, sank into depression. On Christmas Eve of 2009, Amber leapt from the highest tower of the orphanage, plummeting to her death. It was then that Rinne realised - nothing ever really lasts. With the loss of her one and only friend, Rinne retreated into herself, becoming a bitter, angry person who fed off others' fear, though she didn't know it at the time.
Some tried to help Rinne, to befriend her and get her to open up, but the task proved impossible. Eventually, everyone gave up, deciding to leave Rinne to her own devices. However she wanted to live, everyone wanted no part of it.
Years later, a woman in her early thirties came along. Out of all people, she chose Rinne, and adopted her as her own, bringing her to her own home in Reaper. Rinne, for the first time in her life, knew the meaning of family. Abigail Stafford had six other foster children, and Rinne slowly grew to love all of them as though they were her own family. She loves them more than she'll let on.
Unfortunately, her happiness was short-lived. Every night, she had strange dreams of herself transforming into different animals and people. Every time she walked past a mirror, she could swear that the reflection she saw wasn't that of hers, but of her siblings or other people she'd seen around Reaper. It's been going on for nearly half a year now, and she's going crazy with no way to stop it.
Other: N/A
//Just for reference, Abigail Stafford is played by Rachel Weisz.
Rinne's foster siblings:






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Rinne N. Eliade's Story

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Rinne shrugged, stretched, and turned over. She opened her eyes to the sun rising slowly over Reaper. She sat up - and promptly thumped her head on the low ceiling. Eyes watering, she raised a hand and rubbed it over the top of her head, where she could feel a bump forming already. That was the downfall about taking the loft room - she always forgot about the low ceiling. Well, at least she was awake now.

Tiptoeing as quietly as she could, Rinne made her way downstairs. She was always one of the earliest risers in the house - she was usually up around dawn. Another thing about having the topmost room of an old house - she had to be quiet in the morning to avoid waking anyone up. Gavin and Lynne tended to be extremely grumpy when woken up early.

She'd almost made it to the kitchen when a board creaked beneath her feet. Rinne froze. I don't think I woke anyone - The thought had barely made it out of her head when a sound came from the room closest to her - Robyn's. "Rinnie?" the little girl whispered. Rinne sighed. She cracked open the door and stuck her head into the darkness, her eyes adjusting quickly. "I'm here, Robyn."

Already the little child was toddling towards her, a small shadow weaving clumsily through the dark of the room. Rinne knelt down, arms outstretched. Robyn walked straight into Rinne's embrace, and Rinne lifted the child up. Holding Robyn carefully, Rinne went into the kitchen and set Robyn on her chair, starting the coffee machine quickly.

Footsteps sounded behind her, and a kiss was pressed to the crown of her head. "Morning, Rinne," Keane greeted, giving her a quick squeeze from his position behind her. "Hey, Keane," Rinne mumbled sleepily.

One by one, the household roused itself, the family members getting up.

Another day, another morning. Just like always.

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While Sevan agreed that they shouldn't jump to conclusions, he couldn't rid himself of the wrenching feeling in his gut that something was seriously wrong with the eighth power source. However, Arabelle's indirect suggestion that he should carry out the main investigation was clear enough for him to pick up. Although, it reassured him that Remiel would be assisting him through his own methods. Sevan envied how well he was able to make use of his human life for matters concerning both the world of the living, and the Underworld. He didn't like the idea of attempting to hide things from his lord, or deceive him in any way. But he knew that he had already been doing so by not mentioning the eighth power in his earlier reports. There was no use in giving his lord any cause for alarm now.

After Remiel had already began leaving, Sevan smiled and turned to give a friendly wave to Arabelle, before closing his eyes, and shifting back to the world of the living. In the middle of doing so, he tracked the first child he could find, and appeared in a close by area. Once he opened his eyes, he found that he was in a back yard of what appeared to be an orphanage. Swiftly, he sprinted through the yard, and found cover in the form of a medium-sized bush."Lets see... If memory serves me correctly, several of the children grew up in an orphanage for at least some point in their lives..." He spoke to himself quietly, closing his eyes and trying to recall who he was looking for. 'Ah, yes! I do believe this is the residence of a miss, Victorinne Eliade!' He thought to himself with a sense of brilliance.

As he surveyed the yard, Sevan found no signs of life. Finally, he put his ear to a shallow, wooden portion of the house, near where he was hiding. Sevan could make out several voices coming from within the room on the other side. He concentrated, while searching through the souls of the house, until he finally came upon Rinne's. 'Hmm. It seems that she has yet to go through any of the three stages...Duly noted.' He thought. He again felt that familiar buzz in his head that could only mean that Raul had awoken again. 'Annoying...' Sevan managed, before Raul began his yammering. 'Who you calling annoying, eh? We finally hunting down these brats or what?' Raul asked, with a mental yawn. 'Although I don't approve of the term "hunting" when referring to Lord Death's children, yes. We are indeed seeking them out.' He replied, while making his way to a nearby window and peering through. He ignored any of the incesent rambling Raul said, while scoping out the room intently. From there, he could make out Rinne with three of what he assumed were her foster siblings. She seemed to be the only one facing in a direction to where he could be within sight. Sevan smiled to himself, reveling in how happy this child seemed. He felt almost ashamed that he was about to show her a world where that happiness cannot exist. He turned away from the window, and lifted his finger directly underneath it. He channeled energy through it and sparked a blue, purple, and pink flame from his finger. It was bright enough to be seen through the window, but not enough to where it gave off a heavy glow through the morning light. The flame only lasted a second, as he merely wanted to grab Rinne's attention. Not make her think the yard was on fire.

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Rinne was standing at the sink when she saw the flash. A bright burst of blue, purple and pink, right beneath the window. What the hell...? She stared at it, tilting her head slightly. "Hey, Rinne, what gives?" Jeffrey spoke up from behind her. Rinne turned quickly, meeting Jeffrey's curious gaze. "Um, nothing," she smiled, trying to appear normal.

"Nicky, take over for a minute. I think I saw something out in the yard." Without giving Nicky time to respond, she hurried outside, looking around for the source of the flash. "Hello? Anyone there?"

No response - but as she get closer to the building, she saw a boy crouching under the window. Approaching cautiously, she spoke again. "Hey! What are you doing?"

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Sevan waited for Rinne, after he had caste the flame. He wondered how accepting she would be, when he told her of her fate, and about her father. Sevan could only hope for the best. Deep in his thoughts, Sevan didn't notice Rinne come outside and call out for someone.

He turned his head in her direction as soon as she spotted him, and fell over, having been surprised. 'Death's child!' He screamed in his head. 'Hey. She ain't bad looking either.' Raul added in with a snicker. 'Don't even think about it, you buffoon.' Sevan sneered back at him.

Sevan soon recovered, and stood up, regaining his composure. He cleared his throat before answering Rinne's question. "Greetings, dear child of Death. My name is Sevan, and I have come to escort you to my lord. Your father." Sevan explained, with a bow. Sevan ended his bow, and looked at Rinne with a charming smile. "I know this must be a little hard to take in at first, but I hope you'll soon learn to accept things how they are." Sevan followed up, now giving her a sentimental expression.

"Unfortunately, you aren't safe here. There are... forces that will come after you, and if you stay here, then they might come after your family as well." Sevan told her. "I can understand how this has come out of almost nowhere, but it is indeed the truth. You also have seven siblings who are currently receiving the same news that I am presenting you. However, unlike them, you seem to have yet gone through the three stages of your awakening. The awakening of your otherworldly blood, and powers. But this also gives me a chance to warn you. You will very soon start to experience unbearable heartaches. But please know that this is the first step of your awakening." Sevan explained, trying to sound as believable as possible.

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Ulrich smirked, knowing he could also get Aria to get him milk, just by the fact that hes her boss. While simultaneously working on his research, he gave halfhearted responses and grunts to Aria, while actually maintaining the information she gave him. When Aria asked him what he was doing, Ulrich scoffed. "More like the assistants have been freaking me out. They keep pestering me, to get me milk, and wake me up from my naps. Whats more, they keep using this creepy, friendly voice when they do it. Do they think I'm their buddy or something? I just might be..." He complained, knowing that they were most likely just kissing up to him, or dutifully doing their job. Meanwhile, one of the assistants who had woken him up earlier, grimaced at Ulrich. "Ars Goetia? An interesting read. The entirety of the contents were dreadfully boring, though. Got it." Ulrich agreed, instantly forgetting the name of the book right after. He never intended to remind her in the first place.

"I apologize to bother you, but would you by chance have a device capable of receiving signals of specific wavelengths? I may or may not have a tracking device put onto a... creature of sorts, if that interests you." Ulrich's ears almost visually perked at these words. He turned his head, to find Jameson was now in sight. Jameson was one of the few people(or toys as he referred to them as), who actually interested Ulrich, other than Aria. One of the main reasons, is that Jameson was the only man who was able to truly challenge and even best Ulrich's contradictory personality. If Ulrich saw Jameson as anything, it would either be as his favorite toy, or a broken toy that refused to do as he bidded, and needed to be disposed of. There were things that Ulrich didn't like about him however. How his every action and word was practically a lie. A facade to improve his image in the eyes of his peers, and others in general. While not every word Ulrich said was the truth, he was never prone to hiding his true nature from anyone. Why would he need to hide himself from toys, afterall?

Turning back around, he responded. "Yeah. I'm sure Aria has one of those in her dresser, next to her bed. It seems prone to attracting cats for the most part. Although I'm not particularly interested in it." Ulrich answered him, displaying his subconscious habit of sexually harassing women with his words. At least he tells them its subconscious. As Jameson began asking Aria about her progress, Ulrich scoffed again. She's just been playing in the dirt all day, Jameson. Come here, if you want to see some "good" progress regarding the mysteries of Reaper. Although, most of it is complete bullshit." He told James, while waving his hand forward, to signal that he should come over and look. Ulrich had completely forgotten about the papers that still lied on the floor, slowly gathering dust.

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"What the - " Rinne glared at the man. Seven, Sivan - no, Sevan, that's what he called himself. A few choice words escaped Rinne that would have gotten her in big trouble with Abigail had her or Robyn been around to hear it.

"Are you high?" Rinne demanded. She sniffed, but couldn't smell any trace of drugs, or even smoke. She placed a hand on her hip. "Firstly, let's get a few things straight. One," she held up a finger, "cut the 'dear child' thing. That's just plain creepy. Two," another finger went up, "I don't have a father. Abigail never married, and as much as we act otherwise, I'm her foster child. Third, I have six siblings, and as far as I know no s*** news like that ever reached them. Fourth, I have absolutely no idea what 'otherworldly blood and powers' are." Here she mimicked Sevan, putting on a voice that sounded extraordinarily like him.

"And lastly..." She took a deep breath, ending her tirade. "Let me give you a warning in return. Leave, now. If you return, or terrorise my siblings like this, I will f***ing castrate you, you hear me?" She cared not for the fact that this Sevan guy was probably much older and stronger than her - her only thoughts at that moment were of her siblings.

Rinne straightened up and shot him a challenging stare. "Want to test that out?"

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"Are you high?" Was Rinne's response after a few confused ramblings, and vulgar language. She then began sniffing around the air. Sevan looked at her, confused. He didn't quite know how to respond. 'High?' He asked Raul, seeing how he was more up to date with present day terminology. 'Shes asking if you're on drugs, dumbass.' Raul replied, arrogantly. Sevan opened his mouth to answer, but was cut off before he could start speaking.

"Firstly, let's get a few things straight. One, cut the 'dear child' thing. That's just plain creepy."
'What should I call her, then?' Sevan pondered. 'Maybe Babe?' Raul suggested.
"Two, I don't have a father. Abigail never married, and as much as we act otherwise, I'm her foster child."
'Oh my... Shes rejected this reality completely.' Sevan thought, wearing a worried expression, as she continued.
"Third, I have six siblings, and as far as I know no s*** news like that ever reached them. Fourth, I have absolutely no idea what 'otherworldly blood and powers' are"
Sevan opened his mouth to argue and further explain things, but was silenced again, as Rinne was not yet finished.
"And lastly... Let me give you a warning in return. Leave, now. If you return, or terrorize my siblings like this, I will f***ing castrate you, you hear me?"

With that, Sevan stared at her in disbelief. "She... Hates me." He simply said, falling to his knee's, with tears filling up his eyes. "Raul! What a horrible messenger I have been to our lord. To make his daughter detest me so much with our first greeting. I don't even deserve to exist!" He yelled aloud, now trembling, and not even thinking about the words he spoke. Anyone who saw him at the time would think he was mental. 'Are you fucking kidding me? You're actually letting that little girl get to you, Sev? Puhahahaha! Hey. You're minds pretty weak right now... I bet I could take over if I wanted to. That means I can do whatever I want to her, right?' Sevan let out a slight gasp, at Raul's last words. Realizing what Raul spoke of was the truth, he quickly wiped away his tears and stood up. He regained his former composure and spoke confidentially. "I won't let that happen. Daughter of Lord Death! I Sevan Raul, the Chimera of Pestilence swear undying loyalty and servitude to you, and your family! I will gladly lay down my existence, to see that no harm comes your way! So I beg of you! Please come with me to meet your father!" As his shouting ended, a large spark of the usual flames lighted up from his limbs, then quickly went out. 'Well someone got a little overexcited...' Raul commented, before going back to sleep. He was now bored, seeing as he missed his chance to take over the body. Sevan had been yelling enough to draw the attention of nearby neighbors, who curiously drew near to see what the commotion was. Sevan however, paid them no mind.

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Rinne's eyes widened. "Hey, hey, hey!" she said, loud enough for Sevan to hear but not the neighbours. Trying to smile at the neighbours, she waved them away. "Sorry," she called. "My cousin. Sleepwalking. And talking." She laughed, trying Slowly, they headed back, but not before casting Sevan some suspicious glances.

Turning back to Sevan, she inhaled deeply. "Okay. Assuming this... whatever you're talking about is real. Why now? Why not from birth? Why let me go seventeen years thinking I was unwanted?"

Rinne glanced around again. "Actually, you know what, let's not do this here. Come on." Seizing his elbow, she pulled him towards the back door, out of sight of her siblings. Trying to be quiet, she led Sevan upstairs, to her bedroom.

Seating him down firmly on her bed, Rinne stood over him. "Okay. Talk. I'm all ears."