Post by Rebekka Knight on Jul 18, 2016 15:29:13 GMT
Rebekka Knight
PLAY BY: Kiera Knightley
♦ THE BASICS ♦
AGE: 27
GENDER: Female
ORIENTATION: Demisexual
POSITION: Detective♦ THE FREEFORM ♦
Life is complex. Rebekka learned that early. Her father was a man of many faces. Edward was the one she knew. The one who would come home later at night. The man who would have to disappear on long business trips for pieces at a time. Even young, she knew something was wrong. It might’ve been the litter of bottles. The countless lies her mother repeated. There was a speck of hope in them, but they were lies all the same. They bothknew it. Rebekka was the only one to accept them.
She grew cold towards Edward. The man who constantly called himself her father. The one who vehemently denied all suspicions. A hardworking, honest man. That’s what he called himself. It was good enough for Valerie. It wasn’t for Rebekka. Which was why she wasn’t surprised when the truth reared it’s ugly head. Crashing through the precarious glass house her parents had tried to build with their lies. Edward fled, his deception failed. Rebekka found content with his absence, while her mother found despair.
Despair descended into depression. Rebekka’s house was deemed no longer adequate for her upbringing. She was given to her grandparents, raised under their care. Sightings of her mother became less frequent. Not that Rebekka minded. Valerie had turned into a shell. A husk of an already pathetic soul that Rebekka found herself cringing from in disgust. She didn’t want anything to do with the woman any longer. The visits became scarce enough until they stopped altogether. Rebekka continued life as if nothing had changed.
Until her younger siblings were born. Like Rebekka they were taken. Twins. The father’s identity was a mystery. The result of her mother’s slow descent into the darkness. Rebekka took ownership of the two. Hefted up a responsibility she felt was hers. They were hers to protect and guide so neither ended up like Valerie or Edward. It was one of the few acts of genuine kindness Rebekka ever committed. One of the few times she managed to pull light from her corrupted self. She’d seen too much to go back now. But these two she could prevent from turning into someone like her.
She did her duty. For a time. Eventually she had to go off to school, even if she didn't want to. Hours turned into days. Days turned into months. Months turned into years. Rebekka’s rage cooled over the passage of time. She began to use the resources she was given. She kept to herself. Created a safe barrier only few could get past. Sarcasm was a weapon to keep others at bay. She was better off alone, especially with a volatile personality like hers. But through convincing, she picked a job. She would become a detective. That way she could protect those closest to her better. The least she could do was make sure they didn’t go up in flames.
But fate had one final trick up its sleeve. Death struck fast and silent. Her grandfather was dead. His will had been altered by his own choice. Suddenly Rebekka found herself on the receiving end of her grandfather’s legacy. Immediately she moved her family members closer. Where she could watch them. Where she could protect them. Her mother was not part of that group. As far as Rebekka was concerned, she’d been dead for years. Her true concern lay with supporting her younger siblings. Nothing else mattered.♦ THE PLAYER ♦
USERNAME: Arin.
AGE GROUP: 32 still.
EXPERIENCE: 6 years.
WHERE DID YOU FIND US? Got a call.
