Israfel, Angel of Song
played by Chickenhound
Name: Ranita (jingling - Hindi) Kerani (holy bells - Hindi)
Nickname: Just Rani for short.
Birth Date: March 18, which makes her a Pisces.
Birthplace: Haryana, India
Blood Type: AB
Family: Lakshman, her father, Anastasia, her mother, both of which are
still living in Haryana, and Kaoru Shima, her cousin, whom she is living
with in Japan.
Hair: Ranita gets her straight, thick, ebony hair from her father. There
is usually no set style for her, as she had her hair many different lengths
over the past ten years, although she has never colored it. At the moment,
it just clears her shoulder blades and is layered. She constantly experiments
with it, never having the same style two days in a row.
Eyes: Ranita’s wide, clear emerald eyes are received from her mother,
who isn’t Indian, and hails from England.
Body: Ranita’s skin tone is best described as caramel. She is too light
to be chocolate, and too dark to be olive. She’s a tiny little snippet
of a girl, only 5'4" and possesses what’s best described as a dancer’s
build, with long, thin limbs. She’s not exactly voluptuous, although she
does have a womanly figure. Just not the breasts to go with it.
Marks: If you look very closely, you can see a few scars on her throat.
Clothing: Ranita has an interesting sense of style, to say the least.
She accepts all colors of the spectrum (although she prefers the darker,
paler, and more earthy shades) and puts different types of clothes together
to create something entirely fuc- entirely new. Such as... a slip and
a pair of jeans. A pair of pants and a skirt over it. Two layers of skirts,
of different lengths. The thing is, however, that nothing she wears grabs
people’s attention, that’s not their purpose. She doesn’t waddle around
in a fluffy petticoat and a neon pink feather boa, she’s not that outlandish.
Her clothes are different, but not that different. Does that make any
sense? Probably not... ah, well. She likes peacoats and scarves, boots
and soft leather. She also makes a lot of her clothes. And despite the
fact that you can barely see her scars, she still feels the need to cover
most of her neck with heaps of necklaces.
Most Prized Possession: All of her musical instruments, and her notebooks
full of writing.
Hobbies: After her incident, Rani still wanted to be musically talented
in some way. So she’s taken up a few instruments. At the moment, she can
play the guitar and the keyboard, and she wants to take up the violin
and possibly a wind-instrument, although her injury may prevent her from
playing one properly. Besides that, Rani also has learned to enjoy the
literary world, and has already claimed a few favorite authors. She also
writes a bit on the side, mostly poetry and prose.
Occupation: Ranita works part-time at Kaoru’s tiny bookstore, but she’s
mostly just a student.
Food: Fried bananas (there’s a name for these, isn’t there?), and since
her stay in Japan, she’s developed an unhealthy obsession with sushi and
pizza with seafood toppings.
Fears: Rani avoids dogs like the plague. Besides that... her biggest fear
has become a reality.
Goals: She used to have big goals, being an enormous singing star, touring
the world. But those dreams are gone. Now, Rani feebly hopes to have some
of her writing published.
Positive Characteristics: Err... she’s cute? And... ah... sweet... looking,
anyway. She’d do [one-fourth of] anything you’d ask her to. Ah, screw
it. She’s quiet.
Negative Characteristics: Despite how she appears on the outside, Rani
hides a lot of her misery. Although it may seem like she’s not that mopey
girl who tried killing herself two years ago, she still feels the pain
of a lost dream, and this pain goes untreated, because she never shows
it. She also has a tendency to rely on her instinct, and believe you me,
there is definitely something wrong with Ranita’s instinct.
Personality: Well... she doesn’t speak too much. She’s ashamed of her
voice and goes to great lengths to keep from talking, even as far as learning
a bit of sign language and carrying a notepad around wherever she goes
so she can write down the things she wants to say to people. She’s become
very expressive with her body language as well.
Honest to god, Ranita is trying really hard to be... well, not the person
she used to be, but happy again. She gets upset when she still feels depressed
about what happened, but she doesn’t want to share her pain, and only
covers it up and tries even harder to be happy.
But, really, she’s just this cute, innocent girl who truly believes that
sixty-nine is just the number that comes after sixty-eight and before
seventy. She’s helpful and sweet until the second or third favor you ask
of her, then she turns into a real wench, strained smiles and deliberately
dropping hot coffee in your lap and all that. So it’s best to just stand
by and observe her cuteness. You keep your ability to have children that
So... err... yes, I’m writing this down as it comes. It may or may not
make sense by the time I get to the writing sample. @_@
Oh, and yes... I figure she’d be fun for Asmodeus to disturb and confuse
and eventually, corrupt. Whee!
Past - Israfel, the angel who had the most skilled hand with the lute
and the most beautiful voice in Heaven. She played something like a nightingale
for God, soothing Him with her voice, assisting the many others in keeping
His insanity at bay. That was basically her job, to sing for and love
God. But eventually, Israfel’s voice and love found the want of another.
God’s jealousy was unparalleled, and Israfel’s lover found a horrible
punishment, although Israfel was not harmed herself. The next time she
tried to find happiness, the same thing happened. Israfel came to the
realization that God would not share her, and continued her existence
miserably loyal to Him.
Upon the rebellion, Israfel had driven herself into such a state where
she blindly accepted dealing out God’s vengeance. Her songs, too, had
lost all meaning and beauty, but God was simply too far gone by then to
Present - Ranita was born to an English woman and an Indian man. She grew
up Haryana, but in a more English household. Her English is better than
her Hindi, and she isn’t as familiar with Indian customs as with American
and British ones. In any case, from the cradle and up, Ranita has always
been singing. And holy cheezits, could she sing. Often, it was eerie that
such a strong, beautiful voice came from a girl so small. She dreamed
of her talent being discovered, and someday becoming famous with her songs.
Well, you know... misery loves company.
Three years ago, Ranita was attacked by a rabid dog. Some people were
able to rip the dog off before it killed her, but the animal had gone
straight for her throat and done some serious damage there. Obviously,
she survived it, but her voice was ruined. It’s not like she can’t speak
at all; her voice is just crackly and hoarse and gurgly and most definitely
not the kind of voice you want to hear trying to belt out a note better
than Whitney Houston.
It all just goes downhill from here. Being that Rani’s life mostly relied
on her voice, she felt that she had nothing to live for, and attempted
to commit suicide. Upon catching her doing so once, her parents decided
that she needed a change, since everybody knew what happened and she got
pity everywhere she went. So, a year after the incident, Ranita flew from
India to Japan to live with her mother’s cousin. After living there for
two years, Rani has gotten better. She’s picked up an interest in writing,
and spends a lot of her time studying Japanese. Most of the time, she
can’t fit slitting her wrists into her schedule.
Writing Sample: Ranita scribbled down the last few characters of her homework,
then shut the book with a satisfied slam. She flexed her sore fingers
for a moment, looking woefully at the guitar propped up in a corner of
her room. Her fingers were stiff, and felt slow; she couldn’t play the
instrument properly with tingly fingers. Oh well... it’s a nice day.
I think I’ll go out.
After taking a moment to pack up her books and stowing them on the trunk
at the bottom of her bed, Rani turned the lights off and slipped out of
her bedroom, shutting the door behind her. As she walked past the living
room, Kaoru looked up from her book. “Oh, Rani! Are you going out?” The
girl’s raven-haired head nodded immediately; she understand Japanese very
well now, and no longer hesitated to answer questions, like she did when
she had first arrived to live with her mother’s cousin.
“Then... can you go to the store and get this for me?” Kaoru put her book
to the side and picked up a pad, scribbling down a few items before ripping
the paper off and handing it to Ranita. The green-eyed adolescent walked
forward to accept it with a strained smile. She really didn’t have anything
to do, but she felt like relaxing when she went out, not running errands.
She walked back to the front door and slid open the closet. Pulled on
a pair of tall leather boots, a shade of tan that went nicely with her
green knit leggings and brownish-skirt. She looked like a walking leaf.
After the boots came a shawl of the same color, loosely knit and honestly
not doing much of anything but looking pretty. It wasn’t very cold anyway.
The little shopping list nestled in between a worn, wirebound notebook
and a Japanese issue of A Tale of Two Cities in Ranita’s shoulderbag.
Once she made she had money for the train, she slinked out of the house.
The heels of her boots hit the concrete of the sidewalk with a quiet tap,
and she breathed in deeply the fall air, the turning leaves, so crisp
and sharp, cool but still warm as it filled her lungs. Yes, today was
a very nice day.
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