Maggie Rae Wolfe

[maggieraewolfe]

MAGGIE RAE WOLFE

And I'll survive paranoid I have lost the will to change And I am not proud, cold blooded, fake I will shove the world away


Everynight I say a Prayer
<<< ...in the hope there is a Heaven>>>
~~ w h o a r e y o u ~~

Full name; Magadeline Rachel Wolfe
Nicknames; Maggie Rae; Mags; Maggie; Angelic Halfbreed; Abomination
Age; Self explanitory.
Gender; Female
Sexual orientation; Heterosexual
Allegiance; Gabriel
Face claim; Keira Knightley

Every day I'm more confused
<<< ...as the Saints turn into Sinners>>>
~~ d i g g i n g d e e p e r ~~

Height; 5'7"
Weight; 115 lbs
Tattoos/Piercings/special marks; Japanese golden koi on her neck; The word 'Nephilim' on the back of her neck in cursive; Both ears are pierced once; Belly button is pierced; Several scars on her arms, back, one on her right side; and a scar on her leg from a hellhound bite
Likes;
Reading
Fighting
Training
Knives
Guns
Hunting anything that hurts humans
Jack Daniels whiskey
Children
Music
Dislikes;
Demons (Rarely makes exceptions)
Angels (Rarely makes exceptions)
Hellhounds
Someone bringing up her past
Being hunted
Getting close to people
Ignorant fools
Bullies/Abusers
Seeing a woman being harmed
Seeing a child being harmed
Hopes;
For Lucifer to be destroyed
For the day to arrive that someone realizes that all Nephilims aren't evil
To have a family
To be normal
To be loved
Fears;
Losing anyone that she happens to care for
Heights
Angels
Becoming a monster
Habits;
Cleaning and checking her weapons excessively
Cleaning and organizing when she's bored or anxious
Chewing her bottom lip when she's nervous
Special skills/Powers/Abilities;
Master at hand to hand combat - Her ex lover Ricky was a former Marine Special Corps member and he taught her everything he knew. She actually even grew to the point where she could beat him. Because she's so light, she typically uses kicks and punches and moves where she uses her opponent's weight against them. She knows several forms of martial arts and typically changes between them in a fight, never sticking to one style for too long.
Master with blades - Again, Ricky taught her this. She prefers using blades to guns and she prefers knives above anything else.
Master with firearms - Again, Ricky taught her this. She's shot everything, including military weapons.
Can cook anything - This was a skill that she learned early in life. Her granny taught her this and she seems to have a photographic memory having to do with recipes. She can figure out how to cook anything and make it taste good.
Can bake anything - Again, a skill learned early in life taught by her granny.
Can sew anything - This was something that she learned from her granny and she ended up mastering it after her granny died. She can repair anything and make anything.
Telekensis - She has masted this ability and can use it in many different ways. She typically blends it with her fighting style and rarely uses it when she's not training or in a fight.
Telepathy - She can speak to another person inside their mind and she can hear them if they reply.
Teleportation - She can teleport herself from one place to another. However, this power has limits. She cannot use it too many times in a day or else it'll greatly weaken her and distance is key. The more she uses this ability, the better she gets at it.
Healing - She is still learning how to use this ability. She can heal minor injuries to others, but not herself.
Astral Projection - Again, this is another power she is still learning. Sometimes, she loses control of it and when she sleeps, she projects herself somewhere. Injuries that she recieves when using this power, she recieves on her actual body.
Special Empathy - Traditionally, an empath can sense the feelings of those around her. However, because of her angelic side, this ability has been affected. Instead of sensing feelings, she can sense if anyone is human, angel, demon, whatever. She can even sense if someone's a vessel for an angel. She can sense how someone's feeling, but only if the feeling is extreme. She can also sense how powerful a person is.
Style preference; She stands at 5'7", with a body that is all lean muscle, legs, and tan skin. Her hair, which is naturally dark brown, is usually lightened with blonde highlights. Currently, her hair is cut short with long bangs.
She's the type of woman who's proud of her body. She occasionally likes to show it off, scars and all. She can wear anything and make it look good, no matter how bad it may look on someone else. Although she loves being girly at times, she prefers wearing jeans, tank tops, t-shirts, and boots.

All the Heroes and Legends I knew as a child
<<< ...have fallen to idols of clay>>>
~~ w h e r e d o y o u c o m e f r o m ~~

Hometown; Andalusia, Alabama
Mother; Rachel Wolfe // Bartender and waitress // Deceased
Father; Raguel // Archangel of Justice // Unknown
Siblings; N/A
Others; No one currently
Current location; Travels
History; A young woman, a dreamer, by the name of Jessica Wolfe was working in a little bar one night when a mysterious man came in. His eyes were dark and somewhat stormy, as if he knew dark secrets that no one else did. She was instantly drawn to him and they spent the night together. When the young woman awoke the next morning, the mysterious man was gone.

Eight and a half months later, on a dark October night, a screaming little girl was brought into the world. She was born in the tiny back bedroom of the little trailer that Jessica called home. The midwife was Jessica's mother, Rachel Wolfe. Rachel was a woman well versed in the world of the supernatural and knew from the time that Jessica discovered she was pregnant that the child was not fully human. Rachel named the child Magedeline Rachel Wolfe, Maggie Rae for short.

Jessica, against her mother's wishes, went to work almost immediately after giving birth. She could not bear to be around her child because she viewed Maggie Rae as the biggest mistake of her life, the reason that her dreams of leaving the tiny town in which she lived had vanished. Rachel took care of her grandchild with a heavy heart, realizing that once she was gone that Maggie would be on her own.

One of Maggie Rae's earliest memories was of her mother scrambling to get ready for work, yelling at her and calling her useless. The young child was used to this, seeing as it was an almost daily thing with her. Her only escape from her abusive mother was the times where she would walk down the road to her grandmother's house and sit to listen to her explain about demons and angels, werewolves and vampires. Her grandmother's stories amazed her and tickled her imagination.

Almost from the instant that she started school, she was teased and made fun of for many different reasons. She was smaller than the other kids, she believed in ghosts and vampires and other weird things. Maggie Rae learned from an early age that it was best to keep her distance from others and to not attention to herself.

Her mother, the kids at school, it was all bearable while she had her grandmother's house to escape to. Besides the stories about the supernatural creatures, Rachel taught her granddaughter how to cook and how to sew and how to clean. She made sure that she instilled good morals into her vulnerable grandchild, knowing that she wouldn't be around forever to make sure that she did the right thing.

On her eighth birthday, her grandmother bequeathed to her an oval shaped locket with a dusty blue gem in the center of it. Rachel was being unusually grave as she held her only granddaughter in her lap and gave her the locket. She said that the locket was extremely special and that as long as she wore it nothing horrible would happen to her.

The next day, Maggie Rae skipped to her grandmother's house after school, as was normal, and knocked on the door. Strangely, her grandmother didn't answer or invite her in. She tried the door knob and found that it opened with ease. She went in and found her grandmother laying on the couch, apparently asleep. Unfortunately, when Maggie Rae shook her shoulder, she didn't wake up. Three hours and tons of questions later, Maggie understood that her grandmother was dead and that she would never see her again.

Her grandmother wasn't even in the ground before Jessica was making Maggie Rae feel worse than she had ever felt before. Before her grandmother's death, the abuse had only been verbal. Now, however, the words were accompianed with slaps and grabs. Jessica constantly left Maggie Rae alone in the house, not caring if she had anything to eat or whether she did her homework.

By the time that Maggie Rae was sixteen, she was completely disillusioned with the world and everything in it. She had quit school and was married to an older man she thought was everything and a bag of chips. They were happy at first, but the happiness was only an illusion. Things quickly escalated from occasional fights and fits of jealousy to hitting and nearly ending up in the hospital from her injuries.

On her eighteenth birthday, something within her changed. It was like she was awakening to a new power, a new strength, that she didn't know that she had. When her husband started on her, she snapped. It was like all of the years of abuse and pain that she had felt at the hands of her mother, the kids, and her husband came to the fore of her mind. An uncontrollable rage overtook her and she fought back for the first time in her life. When it was all over, she felt weakened and tired. The house was a complete and utter wreck, her hands were beaten and soaked with her's and her husband's blood. He lay in the floor, as broken and lifeless as any of the furniture.

She was arrested immediately and charged with the murder of her husband. Her mother informed her that she had shamed her in front of the whole town and so the trial carried on. Unfortunately for the prosecution, one of the juror's slipped up and said something that he shouldn't have, which caused Maggie Rae to be acquitted of all charges. Three days after her acquittal, her mother died of a brain aneyuism. Her mother wasn't even in the ground before Maggie was gone. It wasn't like anyone wanted her in town anyway.

For close to a year, she wandered aimlessly through the south. She hitch hiked, giving the truck drivers what they wanted in exchange for a ride, a place to sleep, money, food. She enjoyed this new sense of feeling that she had. She never kept the same guy for more than two or three nights, sometimes just randomly disappearing. She constantly wrestled with a feeling of loneliness, not fully understanding the feeling.

One night, she was at a bar teasing a couple of guys when a huge fight broke out. A guy who had been watching her all night grabbed her by the hand and led her out of the bar. He showed her his car, a beautiful cherry red vintage Cadillac, and told her that he'd take her anywhere that she wanted to go. He was the first man to offer her stability and a friendly shoulder to lean on without asking anything in return. By the time that the sun had come up, she was more deeply and truly in love with him than she had ever been with anyone in her life.

For years, they traveled around the country. They took what they wanted, did what they wanted, and killed anyone who got in their way. They were a modern day Bonnie and Clyde and they loved it. In Maggie's eyes, it was like something out of a romance movie. He taught her everything he had ever been taught about weapons and hand to hand combat. She was an eager student, quickly mastering everything he had to teach her.

However, like all of the good things in her life, it had to end. Their romance ended in a blaze of glory with a shoot out at a resturant. Maggie, severly injured, managed to get away. Ricky, her love, wasn't that lucky. He was injured and taken into custody. He spent six years in jail before he was extradited to another state. While in transit, Maggie Rae drove a truck into the van that was carrying her Ricky. She quickly killed the two guards and opened the doors, hauling his unconcious form into their getaway vehicle.

Unfortunately, things weren't as wild and happy as they used to be. The six years in jail had changed him greatly. He now spoke of feeling guilty about his past and of angels and demons. She wasn't able to handle it, wasn't able to understand his blind faith in things that she had no proof that existed. Finally, one night, she simply walked out of their hotel room carrying with her only a little money in her pockets, the clothes on her back, and the necklace that her grandmother had given her the day before she died.

She couldn't get Ricky's words out of her head. Unconciously, she began trying to control her temper. It was a hard struggle, one that she lost more often than not. She was in the lowest place she had ever been before in her life, dealing with a growing hate of herself, her temper, and the return of the familar soul deep loneliness.

It was at this point that a mysterious man came into her life. He radiated a sense of strength and power that she had never felt before. He was mysterious and enigmatic, offering to help guide her to the right track. She didn't understand why he wanted to help her. Eventually, he told her that his name was Raguel and that he was an angel. She didn't believe him, wanting to believe that he was simply a crazy guy. She acted out of instinct and stabbed him. Unfortunately for her, he didn't die. He merely looked amused at her attempt to kill him.

With this, Maggie Rae was forced to realize that all of the stories that her grandmother had told her when she was younger was true. Upset by this revelation, she traveled back to the town that she had grown up in and went back to her grandmother's home. In her grandmother's attic, she found boxes full of journals. Some of them belonged to her long deceased grandfather, others to her grandmother. She found out that her grandfather had been a hunter and had been killed while on the trail of a demon. Her grandmother had been raised in a household where she and her mother had practiced witchcraft.

She also found tons of material on Nephilims, books and books of research that her grandmother had done. There were pages in her grandmother's journal which said that she believed that her granddaughter was a Nephilim. The locket that Rachel had given her on her eighth birthday was supposedly enscribed with sigils that would hide her presence from those who would mean her harm. Rachel also inclosed a list of possible angels that were her father, one of which included the mysterious Raguel.

She called out Raguel's name, summoning him to her side and confronted him about the list and her grandmother's theories. He told Maggie Rae that her grandmother had, indeed, been correct in her theories in both that she was a Nephilim and that he was her father. Maggie couldn't understand why he hadn't told her before and lashed out at him. He informed her that she was an abomination and that, if he'd been spotted anywhere near her, that they'd both would have been killed.

Although she didn't like him at first, she still let him teach her how to use her powers and how to avoid angels. She learned Enochian, how to cast spells, how to defend herself against both angels and demons, and several other survival tips. A comfortable sort of bond forged itself between the two of them. They weren't as close as some fathers and daughters, but they trusted one another.

About a year passed before the unthinkable happened. Lucifer and Gabriel, destroyed the world and turned the world to hell. Maggie Rae and Raguel parted ways for the last time. Maggie was in the fight for her life, trying to avoid those who wanted to do her harm and avoiding people in general.

She hasn't seen her father since they've parted ways and, although she won't admit it, she misses him greatly. She travels, not eager to stay in one place for too long.

And I feel this empty place inside
<<< ...so afraid that I've lost my Faith>>>
~~ w h e r e a r e y o u g o i n g ~~

Your name; Mags, Maggie Rae, whatever.
Your age; 19 years old
Role Playing experience; Almost seven years
Contact; PM; YIM: murdock_howling_mad ; AIM: libraangelskye
Role Play sample; A sharp, cold, breeze blew through the resistance camp, causing the ones who were out and about to shiver and pull their coats tighter around themselves and many who were in tents to wish that they had a cabin. Maggie Rae Wolfe, one of the most recent arrivals to Camp Avalon, was largely unaffected despite the fact that she was dressed only in a black tank top and a pair of worn jogging pants. She was stretched out on her cot with one arm tucked behind her head, staring with blank eyes at the canvas ceiling above her.

For the first time in years, the halfbreed found herself bored out of her skull. She'd come to the camp, not sure what to expect and wanting just a little stability for the first time in her life. She'd found some form of stability alright, along with more creatures than she'd expected. It'd shocked her, but she'd been willing to give them a chance. Too bad that she hadn't counted on things being so tedious most of the time. She hated herself for admitting that she missed the thrill of the hunt, the constant threat of death or worse.

Memories of the cold and lonely nights surviving out in what many had now termed "JoshLand" danced through her mind. Her legs itched to be up and moving while her hands longed to wrap around a weapon once more. She groaned, sitting up and rubbing her face. A part of her, the rational part that she had thought died out long ago, told her that she was insane. The camp is safe and stable, the voice insisted. Going out there, in the wilderness, is a death wish. Do you remember all the times that you almost died, all of the wounds that you'd had to stitch?

Almost without realizing it, without coming to a concious decision, Maggie Rae found herself on her feet and moving around. She quickly changed out of her tank top and jogging pants, throwing on a cleaner tank top, still black, a pair of BDU pants, and her scuffed black combat boots. She grabbed her duffel bag and began throwing her extra ammo and weapons in it. She thought about swinging by the kitchen and grabbing some food, but then quickly discarded that. She'd be gone a week at the most. It wouldn't hurt her to scrounge for food.

Before she exited her tent, she did a quick check to make sure that she had everything. The weapons that she carried on her included a police issue G17 Glock in a holster on her hip, a shotgun across her back, a P250 Compact Sig Sauer in a holster on her ankle, and several knives in sheaths on both arms and legs, with a long one in a spine sheath. Over her tank top and knives and under the shotgun on her back, she wore a worn leather jacket that had once belonged to Ricky, the only man that she had ever loved. Everytime she wore it, it made her feel close to him once more.

Maggie hadn't really made any friends or established any alliances with anyone, so she knew that she probably wouldn't be missed. If anyone really noticed her absence, they probably wouldn't think much about it. Unlike most people, she was used to being alone and unnoticed. It was something that had stopped bothering her long ago.

Humming slightly, she picked up her duffel and headed for the front gates. She knew that once she stepped out of the gates, all of the safety of the camp would be stripped away until she returned once more. She could feel a grin spread across her face as the familiar feeling of excitement and impending danger washed over her. Yeah, she was a little crazy but it kept her alive. It couldn't be all bad, right?

A few hours later, Maggie sat with her back against a tree. Although she had spotted a town, she could tell, even from a distance, that it was crawling with Croats. She hadn't minded too much, though. Since arriving at the camp, she hadn't spent a good night on the ground beneath the stars. Her eyes drifted shut and she dozed off, trying to snatch as much sleep as she could.

It wasn't too long before her eyes snapped open and her head shot up. She strained her ears, staying perfectly still, waiting. The sound came again, causing her to shoot to her feet. The shotgun was in her hand and she pressed her back against the tree, waiting. Someone or something was out there and, if it meant to hurt her, she wasn't planning on going down without a fight.

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