Character Name: Rei Sierra Solomon
Your Screenname: Bleached
Age: 24
Birthdate: April 1
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Rei is usually seen wearing outfits of her own creation, such as embroidered jackets, and home-made skirts. Her snow-white hair hangs at her waist, and her hazel eyes hold many different emotions.
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 121 lbs
Special Abilities: Is a magnificent tailor, and can play the piano.
Personality: Rei is a bubbly young individual, almost always seen with a smile on her face. Almost nothing can bring her down, but if you make her angry, she has a firey temper, and strength to match. She was seen as the class clown in school, and always manages to turn a bad situation into a giggle-fest. She brings a smile to the faces of whoever's around her, and hates to see people sad.
Belongings: Her sewing supplies and keyboard.
Sexuality: Hetero
Occupation/School: Works at Ayame's shop as a tailor and model
Background: Rei was born in Europe, and was brought up by only her mother. As a child, her mother would go on and on about how magnificent her father was, and how someday she would get to meet him. However, it was never explained why Rei's dad was never around, and why she could never see him. At the age of sixteen, her mother died, and Rei set off on a mission to Japan to try and locate her father. She finished her schooling in Japan, and lived on her own in an apartment in the center of the city. It was here that she met Ayame. They met in the elevator going back up to their seperate complexes, and hit it off right away. After a while, she discovered the Zodiac curse, and became one of the few people ever that was able to keep her memories after that.
Likes and Dislikes:
Likes: Kiwis, cherries, strawberries, making clothes, the Sohmas.
Dislikes: Asparagus, soap operas, spiders.
RP Example:
Rei stared down at the skirt before her, a frustrated look in her eyes. She had done everything possible to the cloth in order to mold it into the perfect dress skirt, and still, it was missing something. She tapped her foot impatiently, as though that might somehow make it better.
She sighed, snapping the skirt to a hanger, and throwing it onto a rack marked 'Rejects'.
Rei Solomon
