Character Name: Relic Ray Foster
Nickname: Rel
Age: 29
Gender: Female
Grade: Teacher
Subject: Psychology
Race: Phoenix
Play-by: Marion Cotillard
Appearance:

Something that most people notice right away about this phoenix? The freckle in the center of her forehead.

Relic's relatively short hair is not quite black, but a "seal brown". Her locks fall into rugged waves at her shoulders. There really isn't anything special about Ms. Foster's hair, and it is probably the physical attribute she cares the least about. (But don't worry, that doesn't mean she abandons her hair's hygiene!) She styles her hair in only two ways: a messy ponytail for mornings when she wants extra minutes of sleep, or an elegant bun with a pencil running through its center.

The dark, rich color of her hair compliments the brightness of her irides. They're a sky blue, and a chocolate-hazel ring hugs the pupils, creating the contrast that makes her eyes breath-taking. This is her best feature, contending with her smile. She has sun-kissed skin that gives a warmth to her aura. Standing at around 5'6, Relic is notorious for her long legs. Ms. Foster is very lean, but is naturally more on the thin side because of her amazing cardiovascular health. She weighs in at around 126 lbs.

Relic is virgin of piercings, even at her ears, and tattoos; she probably will never be looking to get either in any future time.

Ms. Foster's general clothing getup is a patterned top tucked into a pencil skirt and black flats, sometimes accompanied by a blazer or a cardigan. Whenever you see this teacher, you can count on it that there will be a charcoal-colored watch wrapped around her wrist.

As for her phoenix form? Relic Ray Foster is awe-striking. Right away, she seems nothing like your average phoenix. First impression: that's a phoenix? Unlike your typical fiery bird with hues staying on the left side of the rainbow like reds, oranges, and yellows, Relic is... well, blue! This gives off a cold, almost icy portrait, as is associated with the colors found on this unique phoenix. However, she couldn't be any more opposite. Don't underestimate this. Each ethereal feather coating her head and torso range from navy-blues to indigos, and everything in between. Her tail feathers are white - again, bringing up the faux image of the cold, perhaps snow in this case. Obviously, this is quite the contrary. One particular tail feather of Relic's extends farther down than the others, and this feather alone fades into a cyan color. Baby-blue pigmented flames, known to be the highest type of fire in temperature, comb each individual plume of her wingspan, topping 4 meters in flight. Relic's talons, ranging from a quarter to half of a foot long, come to a point at the end rumored to "impale men by the bushel". Well, she may not use her phoenix form to pull massacres, but these babies come to their uses. To make a point, all she needs to do is fork the opponent by his/her shirt and Rel wins. The phoenix's head shape is identical to that of an amplified eagle. They also share the way the top half of the beak curves down and over the bottom half. The color of the bird's irises is the same white found on her tail feathers. Her caw is sharp enough to pierce the eardrum of a normal, mortal human and can be heard from miles away. Ms. Foster can hold a glide or soar for hours at a time, spreading projectile waves of heat where her wings beat. When in phoenix form, she can fluently speak and understand Arabian, the birth place of this supernatural kind. A special power about the phoenix is that they are said to have control over the temperature of their bodies. They can dial it down low enough to let a human feel their feathers, or kick it up so much that their aura will set fire to anything within its capable radius. Upon age, phoenixes learn to harness this ability better.

Personality:

Ambitious: Relic is one of those people leaking with the drive to accomplish. If there's something she sets her mind to, you best stay out of her way because she's going to make a straight path towards it. In this way, she is investigative and inquisitive, asking questions until the fog moves on. When she finds an interest or a passion for something, she knows that it's tremendously important for her to pursue it. When she sees students that have keen talents, she urges them to advance. If she has climbed the ladder and it falls from beneath her, she's one to get upset more than the next guy. In a nutshell, Relic only wants the best she can make of herself and of others - especially when the potential is obvious. However, getting caught up in the future too much to watch where she walks in the present is an issue for the phoenix...

Self-Kept: Due to a rugged past [see History], Relic was never really conditioned to deal with affection. Once she had it, it was so strange to be around, and though she accepted it with open arms, it was a lot harder to reflect. She didn't really learn how to return the love, but those who are close to her understand - not from a knowledge of her past, but from an idea that something went wrong. She couldn't really ever tell anyone about her childhood. If something is wrong, she has learned to play a poker face. It's not as easy to tell when something's bothering her as it is when she's happy, with a sweet grin between her lips. And, well, she likes it that way. Remember how in elementary school if you were playing outside during recess and you got hurt, it was more embarrassing than anything else when your friends asked if you were okay? That kind of feeling never left Relic. Treasure is really the only one she needs, as far as she thinks, when it comes to her personal life. A contradiction in herself, Relic is the scientist who knows about interaction but can't interact. If you're smart enough to figure it out that something is bothering Relic if it's so, you'll never be able to squeeze it out of her. Come to be as close to her as she is to her cat and she may consider it.

Comical: Most of the time, Relic sends positive vibes out into the universe. A quality she's found that everyone enjoys, humor, is vital to incorporate into lessons. If you don't toss in some puns, what'll keep your students awake in class? She has a natural aura that makes others smile, and certainly a contagious laugh. She finds so much joy in the love of learning, and she wants to make the classroom a warm environment in which students will be able to share that opinion. It's easier to absorb knowledge and information when you're having a good time, and this has been proven. Relic is witty and thinks on her toes for perfect, relevant jokes.

Comfortable: This phoenix will probably be one of the most easy people you've ever been around. She picks up on restlessness and does what she can to solve it. She knows about not only emotional and mental signals, but physical pointers such as body language, as well. She's more down-to-earth, because she's aware that it drains one to be around a live-wire or an Energizer bunny. Relic has the right thing to say all the time, and her voice puts others at ease... God forbid you're enough to get her going into phoenix dimensions and her caw splits your auditory nerves in half. Rel is fairly good at consoling troubled friends or students, but she can't solve everyone's Rubik's Cubes.

History:

Let's start from the beginning, shall we?

Relic was born into a broken home with an alcoholic father and a mother who turned into a compulsive drug addict when Relic was only a few years old. Sometimes, her father turned violent under the influence of his twelve-pack-a-day habits. The first time Relic transformed to a phoenix was when she was about 6 years old after her father had slapped her cheek. She turned in a matter of seconds; quite frankly, she was a phoenix before his hand left her face. For that, she'd burned his palm to the bones - unintentionally, yet she was held accountable as though she had wanted to harm him, of course. Her "parents" were outraged and dragged her to an adoptive parent's home, whom they found was looking for a little girl. They dropped her off on the porch and sped off in a busted, oxidized Toyota, so little Relic rang the doorbell and the very woman who rescued her opened the maple door.

Marilyn Sun Edenwood, a single parent, soon became Relic's guardian angel. She understood the abuse Eli had gone through previously, and did her best to desensitize her by giving her the affection she'd been starved of. However, she couldn't completely sweep away the broken glass. This left Ms. Foster conflicted about the idea of love, in and out.

Ms. Edenwood knew Relic was bright from square one, and encouraged her to be all that she could. This seems to be where Rel gets her ambitious mentality from. With nothing else to maintain, she focused intensely on her schoolwork and was a straight A student from kindergarten to her last year of college. With a basic degree attained, she had to figure out what she was meant to do in this world. At this point in time, Relic did a lot of reflecting back upon her reality and her childhood... and those who broke it or saved it.

But she ended up with something she didn't think she was looking for: love. She was weary all the while, but this man understood, and for that, she sought refuge... Benjamin J. Harp was sure to be her safe haven.

Too good to be true, right? Her first love was part of a fatal car crash involving a drunk driver (which didn't help the way she looked back on her father) and though he survived, he wasn't the same. Due to neurological trauma, he had a few screws loose. There was no specific name to call it, no exact condition. He just wasn't the Benjamin he was before. Relic really came to understand her phoenix side at this time. (When she really can't afford to turn into a phoenix and it inconveniences her, origami buys her time.)

With this loss, Relic was obviously lonely and heart-broken. But she got up with a new, renowned sense of independence and a true idea of what she wanted to do.

Questions filled her mind, questions she couldn't go without getting an answer to. Why did my dad turn to drinking? What about illegal drugs harnessed my mother's worries? How come the views of human beings can differ so drastically? Why is common sense so rare? How does physical impact turn into mental impact?

An enlightened Relic wanted to study the brain and its affects upon behavior, and she was going to. Ms. Foster returned to college to take to the field of psychology, and earned her master's degree in no time.

However, another roadblock popped up. She needed to share her discoveries, but wasn't listened to. Here, Ms. Foster developed a thirst to reach out to others and give them the gift of knowledge she'd worked to learn about.

She thought it was clear then and there: therapy. She could be the perfect therapist, right? If she had a keen sense of the social interaction, she'd come up with solutions to others' problems based on simple science. But it didn't last for long, and this thought process proved wrong. Listening to peoples' problems all day? She'd be a drone by the time retirement came around. She quit pretty soon, then looked for the right career.

A simple walk changed her life. Rel was taking a stroll to clear her mind and possibly brainstorm over her future when she passed by Cry Wolf High, with openings for teachers and professors. She heard the calling, and it rings in her ears to this day.

It was then that she was sure she could spread her word. And what a perfect audience! Teenagers, a troubled age group with enough drama and problems. If anyone did, this age bracket could use some knowledge about the logic behind their own behavior. She made it her mission to reach the minds of young people and make it so that they understood the fundamentals of socialization, because nothing else solely plays such a huge factor in one's life. No one in this modern day, not even in the most secluded regions of third-world countries, has gone without speaking a word to another intelligent being.

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Well, this is it, Relic's first day on the job. In movies, everyone jumps out of bed in some sort of enthusiastic manor and skids out of the house, somehow managing to miss the bus despite having gotten up early. No one's mornings were like this, and certainly not Ms. Foster's. She tried to sleep in as long as possible, finding her bed to be like an addicting drug. Once her alarm clock screamed for the seventh time, she cut herself off of snooze opportunities and rose like a zombie from its grave. Without even getting out of bed, the phoenix reached for her pack of Marlboro's and her yellow lighter that lay on her nightstand before igniting the cancer stick and shoving it into her mouth. "Good God, I'm a glutton for a smoke." She stretched out her legs and brought them to a stance, where she toppled to the floor and ended up kissing her suede slippers. "Ow," she sighed monotonously, dragging herself up with extreme amounts of lethargy.

After getting dressed, brushing her teeth, and showering to rid herself of the tobacco's obvious stench, her feet brought her to the kitchen of her flat where she operated the cheap coffee pot and took a seat at the plastic dining table. She crossed her legs, watching the coffee bubble and brew, before running her fingers through her raggedy hair. Grabbing at the skinny, black hair-tie at her wrist, she pulled her locks into a disheveled ponytail. Then, her Russian Blue hopped up onto the table and brushed her tail by Relic's cheeks. "Good enough, Treasure?" The cat gave a haunting meow while Ms. Foster scratched the "oh-my-amazing" spot she knew Treasure had behind her ears.

After downing a mug of straight black coffee, Relic staggered into her bathroom. Cramped, but a bathroom, right? She slathered on some pale pink lip stain and then some, throwing the thing into her purse after application. Her feet slipped into a pair of black leather oxfords, though she didn't bother to tie the laces. She merely tucked them into the sides of the shoes so that she wouldn't end up pulling a faceplant reminiscent of earlier's, only at school. That would be one her students wouldn't let go of.

She emerged back into the living room, fishing around for the keys to her Jeep. The couch cushions of the love seat were hiding them, she discovered, after tearing up the room in the process. She took a glance around, checking that she had everything. Nope, not everything. She fetched a Cherry Dr. Pepper from the side cartridge of the refrigerator door and tossed it into her bag. She spotted a clipboard out of the corner of her eyes and gasped. "I almost forgot you!" She said, tucking it into her purse as well. "I'd have gotten a taste of hell if I left you," Relic commented. It was too big to fit, so it stuck out slightly. Some papers were attached to it... Important papers, by the looks of it. She'd gone through the trouble to print them on yellow stationary. Her last tool of the trade? Treasure. She swooped down and held the feline in one arm, and finally headed towards the door. She had her hands on the doorknob and started to turn it before she paused.

"Here we go, Treasure," she whispered, then proceeded to venture out of her flat and start the first day of the rest of her life.

congratulations, miss foster. after going over your transcript, and deciding how well you'd fit in here at Cry Wolf High, we have decided to accept your request to join us! please go take the time to go to the directory, and the sign ups to complete your enrollment. once done, head over to the office, and complete your schedule here! thank you!

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