Rhema Muse
Artist and singer. Vivacious. Sister to Jordan Eliot Muse.
Location: Apocalyptic world, with old weapons (swords) but no guns. There is technology though...just not much (no TV, phones, limited electricity).....there are monsters in the wild, starvation is an everyday problem, political unrest, streetfights, pub fights, etc.
Profile and Features
Age: 17
Gender: Female Height: 5' 3" Manga: ??? |
Background/Ethnicity: Unknown
Skin: Rather pale Eyes: Sharp grey and expressive (turns darker when she's upset or excited) Hair
Body: Petite, graceful and lithe beyond words. Thin with nearly no figure, like that of a little girl. |
Personality
Rhema is vivacious and full of life. She's nearly always happy and bubbly and having a good time no matter what the circumstances. Confident and encouraging, she constantly goads her brother forward. In some ways, she can be considered a social butterfly of sorts. She interacts freely with people of all ages, shapes, and sizes. An extroverted individual, she always need company, and hates to be alone.
She has two personalities that she enjoys alternating between--she is not bipolar, but she craves attention...
Sweet, cutesy, adorable, innocent persona/aura....or sarcastic, snarky, cocky, arrogant attitude. All of it depends on her current mood and who she's around (her companions have a great impact on her). As a result, her dress style also changes drastically.
Rhema has a strong relationship with her older brother Jordan--and she loves teasing him relentlessly. Sometimes he's too quiet and so she's forced to "liven" him up by making fun of him. Their witty bantering and constant interaction sometimes confuses nearby people who mistake them for lovers.
She has two personalities that she enjoys alternating between--she is not bipolar, but she craves attention...
Sweet, cutesy, adorable, innocent persona/aura....or sarcastic, snarky, cocky, arrogant attitude. All of it depends on her current mood and who she's around (her companions have a great impact on her). As a result, her dress style also changes drastically.
Rhema has a strong relationship with her older brother Jordan--and she loves teasing him relentlessly. Sometimes he's too quiet and so she's forced to "liven" him up by making fun of him. Their witty bantering and constant interaction sometimes confuses nearby people who mistake them for lovers.
Likes and Dislikes
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Rhema dislikes
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Important Information
When Rhema is in a sarcastic/snarky/cocky/arrogant mood, she tends to dress in a boyish style (dress shirts, ties, fingerless gloves, leather, etc.) OR in a provocative way (slightly more skin, tighter clothing, etc.). However, Jordan has put his foot down concerning her "sexy" way of dressing and calls her childish for trying to gain attention by what she wears...because she respects him greatly, she has stopped doing so. She also has come to understand that men are tempted by to much skin.
When Rhema is in a sweet/cutesy/innocent mood, she tends to dress in a way that would emit a quiet aura (cute dresses, her brother's big shirt, or often just a simple nightgown).
She always has headphones close to her, either around her neck, on her ears, or in her pocket/bag somewhere. She listens to music all the time, and loves singing along as well. She sometimes has her sketchbook with her as well.
Rhema has a brown mole right under her right collar bone.
When Rhema is in a sweet/cutesy/innocent mood, she tends to dress in a way that would emit a quiet aura (cute dresses, her brother's big shirt, or often just a simple nightgown).
She always has headphones close to her, either around her neck, on her ears, or in her pocket/bag somewhere. She listens to music all the time, and loves singing along as well. She sometimes has her sketchbook with her as well.
Rhema has a brown mole right under her right collar bone.
Rhema Philosophy
God grant me the serenity
to accept the things I cannot change; courage to change the things I can; and wisdom to know the difference... |
Living one day at a time; Enjoying one moment at a time; Accepting hardships as the pathway to peace; Taking, as He did, this sinful world as it is, not as I would have it; Trusting that He will make all things right if I surrender to His Will; That I may be reasonably happy in this life and supremely happy with Him Forever in the next. Amen. --Reinhold Niebuhr |
A Glimpse at Rhema
“Okay, so what do you think about... this one?” Rhema stepped out dramatically from behind her closet door in her latest outfit change.
“That's the one! Don't change a thing!” Lila squealed enthusiastically, bouncing up and down on Rhema's bed, where she sat. She was already dressed for a rave, but had pronounced Rhema's first two outfits “too plain” and “too hot to dance in” when she'd arrived to bring her along. But Rhema's final outfit, a cropped black vest over a tight but boyish tanktop, black fingerless gloves, and black jeans, had met with her approval. It was the sort of boyish, slightly provocative thing Rhema tended to wear when she was feeling bold and cocky, and Lila, brash, enthusiastic, adventurous Lila, brought out that side of her whenever she was around. She started to remove her headphones from around her neck, where they usually sat, but Lila waved her hand away. “Leave them, they look cool. Besides, I know you like keeping them with you, and you can't bring a bag to these one of these things. Can't dance holding a purse!” she said with a grin.
Some people might have found it odd to have someone they'd met a week ago sitting in their room and talking about clothes and parties like they were lifelong friends, but it wasn't that unusual for Rhema. Extroverted, with a magnetic, bubbly personality, Rhema loved to be surrounded by people, and she made friends with all kinds of them. She and Lila had met by chance, but they'd clicked immediately as Rhema tended to do with people, and so when she'd invited her to a rave she knew was happening, Rhema had accepted without a second thought.
“Alright, are we going or are we going?” Rhema asked, bouncing with enthusiasm.
“Of course we are. I promised some friends I'd meet up with them on the way there, one of them's the guy who told me about this thing. That cool?”
“Sure, when am I going to turn down more people to impress?” Rhema asked with a cocky grin.
“Great, then let's get going!”
They met up with Lila's friends about halfway there, two boys and another girl who greeted them with waves or nods.
“So this is the famous Rhema, huh? Lila talks about you all the time,” the girl said.
“Famous is right,” Rhema replied with a grin, playing up the bold, confident to the point of arrogant side of her she felt like tonight. “She'd better have been saying good things.”
“Where's your brother? She said he was almost always around,” one of the guys replied.
“He had to work,” Rhema sighed.
“Working when he could be out partying? Sounds like such a prude...” he said with a smirk. Rhema glared at him, showing her teeth in a silent snarl fierce enough to make him take a step back.
“What he does is none of your business,” Rhema snapped. “And if you've got anything bad to say about my brother, then you can answer to me for it.” Though Jordan had always been reticent about what it was he did, she knew he was working hard, and he came home late and exhausted from whatever it was he was doing to make sure he and his sister had what they needed to get by. She felt like she could take on the world tonight, and she wasn't going to let anyone get away with badmouthing him. She was the only one who got to tease him.
“Hey, don't get mad, I take it back,” he said, deciding it was better to apologize than to tangle with the suddenly fierce girl. Rhema just tossed one of her braids over her shoulder with a smirk and turned to Lila.
“So, how much farther?”
“We're there.” The girl gestured to what appeared to be an abandoned warehouse, but as they moved closer, muffled music could be heard from inside, and they could see a broken padlock and chain dangling from the doors, where someone had busted it open to get inside.
“One night only affair, it'll be gone before whoever owns this place knows it ever happened. If they even care,” Lila explained, opening the door.
A blast of music hit them, loud enough that Rhema could feel the bass shaking the floor underneath her feet. She grinned as she stepped inside. The room was jammed with people, dancing to the music someone at a makeshift turntable was spinning. Some of them had decorated themselves with glitter or glowsticks, some of them looked as though they'd walked in off the street, some of them wore elaborate outfits, and others wore next to nothing. She was surrounded by people, all kinds, to dance with, to talk to, pay attention to her... The only sour note was Jordan's absence. Her brother, in Rhema's opinion, didn't allow himself enough fun. If he was just here, maybe, he'd have let himself cut loose for once, be one person in a crowd instead of one person by himself. But he wasn't, and she didn't intend to let it stop her from having a good time. She'd drag him to the next one, she was certain of it. For now, she let herself dive into the crowd, and be swallowed into it, and the warm feeling of being surrounded, and accepted, by people that she always craved.
She didn't know how long she danced for. With the friends she'd come with, with strangers, by herself. Even dancing by herself, with no regard for how she looked while she jumped and spun in whatever way she felt like, her movements still had an innocent, uncalculated grace to them, that those who watched couldn't help but admire. When Lila took her by the elbow and pulled her off the dance floor, she was more tired than she'd realized, hot and a little sweaty in the heat of the crowded room.
“Here, take a drink before you pass out,” Lila advised, passing her a water bottle. She twisted the top off without a second thought and downed a third of it without stopping. She hadn't realized she was so thirsty either. Next to them, one of the guys they'd come with, the same one who had remarked about her brother, sipped something out of a plastic cup. Rhema looked at him curiously as he dropped a white tab into his drink, downing the whole cup after it dissolved. He looked up, catching her glance.
“You want a hit?” he asked, holding another up.
“Nah,” Rhema said, shaking her head. She wasn't feeling predisposed to like this guy, after his remark about Jordan, and had no desire to accept so much as a stick of gum from him.
“Come on, it'll make you feel like you're flying,” he pushed.
“Geez, take a hint, I said no already,” she said, rolling her eyes. She'd come here to have fun in company, not get tweaked out and spend the rest of the night twitching at the strobe lights.
“Suit yourself,” he said with a shrug. She ignored him, turning back to Lila.
“Are you rested? Come on, lets go dance some more!” She grinned as she bounced to her feet, already feeling revived, and pulled Lila to her feet too. “Dancing alone's fine, but I'd rather do it with friends.”
Again, she felt a little twinge, caused by Jordan's absence. She loved to be around people, to talk to them, to get their attention, to be in the center of a crowd. It was what made her happy. She wanted that for her brother. Even if he wasn't the social butterfly she was, she wanted him to have friends, to have fun, the way she managed so easily. Sometimes she worried, that he would withdraw into himself one day and not come back out...
Noticing Lila looking at her strangely, as she stood lost in thought, she flashed her friend a confident grin and shook the gloom off. Jordan wasn't going anywhere. She'd always been able to draw her brother out and goad him forward even when no one else could, and that wasn't going to change. She'd have fun tonight, and tomorrow she would do the same for him. Hopefully.
~Mirrorstone
“That's the one! Don't change a thing!” Lila squealed enthusiastically, bouncing up and down on Rhema's bed, where she sat. She was already dressed for a rave, but had pronounced Rhema's first two outfits “too plain” and “too hot to dance in” when she'd arrived to bring her along. But Rhema's final outfit, a cropped black vest over a tight but boyish tanktop, black fingerless gloves, and black jeans, had met with her approval. It was the sort of boyish, slightly provocative thing Rhema tended to wear when she was feeling bold and cocky, and Lila, brash, enthusiastic, adventurous Lila, brought out that side of her whenever she was around. She started to remove her headphones from around her neck, where they usually sat, but Lila waved her hand away. “Leave them, they look cool. Besides, I know you like keeping them with you, and you can't bring a bag to these one of these things. Can't dance holding a purse!” she said with a grin.
Some people might have found it odd to have someone they'd met a week ago sitting in their room and talking about clothes and parties like they were lifelong friends, but it wasn't that unusual for Rhema. Extroverted, with a magnetic, bubbly personality, Rhema loved to be surrounded by people, and she made friends with all kinds of them. She and Lila had met by chance, but they'd clicked immediately as Rhema tended to do with people, and so when she'd invited her to a rave she knew was happening, Rhema had accepted without a second thought.
“Alright, are we going or are we going?” Rhema asked, bouncing with enthusiasm.
“Of course we are. I promised some friends I'd meet up with them on the way there, one of them's the guy who told me about this thing. That cool?”
“Sure, when am I going to turn down more people to impress?” Rhema asked with a cocky grin.
“Great, then let's get going!”
They met up with Lila's friends about halfway there, two boys and another girl who greeted them with waves or nods.
“So this is the famous Rhema, huh? Lila talks about you all the time,” the girl said.
“Famous is right,” Rhema replied with a grin, playing up the bold, confident to the point of arrogant side of her she felt like tonight. “She'd better have been saying good things.”
“Where's your brother? She said he was almost always around,” one of the guys replied.
“He had to work,” Rhema sighed.
“Working when he could be out partying? Sounds like such a prude...” he said with a smirk. Rhema glared at him, showing her teeth in a silent snarl fierce enough to make him take a step back.
“What he does is none of your business,” Rhema snapped. “And if you've got anything bad to say about my brother, then you can answer to me for it.” Though Jordan had always been reticent about what it was he did, she knew he was working hard, and he came home late and exhausted from whatever it was he was doing to make sure he and his sister had what they needed to get by. She felt like she could take on the world tonight, and she wasn't going to let anyone get away with badmouthing him. She was the only one who got to tease him.
“Hey, don't get mad, I take it back,” he said, deciding it was better to apologize than to tangle with the suddenly fierce girl. Rhema just tossed one of her braids over her shoulder with a smirk and turned to Lila.
“So, how much farther?”
“We're there.” The girl gestured to what appeared to be an abandoned warehouse, but as they moved closer, muffled music could be heard from inside, and they could see a broken padlock and chain dangling from the doors, where someone had busted it open to get inside.
“One night only affair, it'll be gone before whoever owns this place knows it ever happened. If they even care,” Lila explained, opening the door.
A blast of music hit them, loud enough that Rhema could feel the bass shaking the floor underneath her feet. She grinned as she stepped inside. The room was jammed with people, dancing to the music someone at a makeshift turntable was spinning. Some of them had decorated themselves with glitter or glowsticks, some of them looked as though they'd walked in off the street, some of them wore elaborate outfits, and others wore next to nothing. She was surrounded by people, all kinds, to dance with, to talk to, pay attention to her... The only sour note was Jordan's absence. Her brother, in Rhema's opinion, didn't allow himself enough fun. If he was just here, maybe, he'd have let himself cut loose for once, be one person in a crowd instead of one person by himself. But he wasn't, and she didn't intend to let it stop her from having a good time. She'd drag him to the next one, she was certain of it. For now, she let herself dive into the crowd, and be swallowed into it, and the warm feeling of being surrounded, and accepted, by people that she always craved.
She didn't know how long she danced for. With the friends she'd come with, with strangers, by herself. Even dancing by herself, with no regard for how she looked while she jumped and spun in whatever way she felt like, her movements still had an innocent, uncalculated grace to them, that those who watched couldn't help but admire. When Lila took her by the elbow and pulled her off the dance floor, she was more tired than she'd realized, hot and a little sweaty in the heat of the crowded room.
“Here, take a drink before you pass out,” Lila advised, passing her a water bottle. She twisted the top off without a second thought and downed a third of it without stopping. She hadn't realized she was so thirsty either. Next to them, one of the guys they'd come with, the same one who had remarked about her brother, sipped something out of a plastic cup. Rhema looked at him curiously as he dropped a white tab into his drink, downing the whole cup after it dissolved. He looked up, catching her glance.
“You want a hit?” he asked, holding another up.
“Nah,” Rhema said, shaking her head. She wasn't feeling predisposed to like this guy, after his remark about Jordan, and had no desire to accept so much as a stick of gum from him.
“Come on, it'll make you feel like you're flying,” he pushed.
“Geez, take a hint, I said no already,” she said, rolling her eyes. She'd come here to have fun in company, not get tweaked out and spend the rest of the night twitching at the strobe lights.
“Suit yourself,” he said with a shrug. She ignored him, turning back to Lila.
“Are you rested? Come on, lets go dance some more!” She grinned as she bounced to her feet, already feeling revived, and pulled Lila to her feet too. “Dancing alone's fine, but I'd rather do it with friends.”
Again, she felt a little twinge, caused by Jordan's absence. She loved to be around people, to talk to them, to get their attention, to be in the center of a crowd. It was what made her happy. She wanted that for her brother. Even if he wasn't the social butterfly she was, she wanted him to have friends, to have fun, the way she managed so easily. Sometimes she worried, that he would withdraw into himself one day and not come back out...
Noticing Lila looking at her strangely, as she stood lost in thought, she flashed her friend a confident grin and shook the gloom off. Jordan wasn't going anywhere. She'd always been able to draw her brother out and goad him forward even when no one else could, and that wasn't going to change. She'd have fun tonight, and tomorrow she would do the same for him. Hopefully.
~Mirrorstone