Character Name: KINSLEY RAE GAEL
Nickname: KIN, RAE
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Grade: Senior
Subject: N/A
Race: Angel
Canon/Non Canon: NO
Play-by: KIERA KNIGHTLY
Appearance:

Five-feet-seven inches with brown eyes that cut to the core. As beautiful as she is undecided, she tends to turn heads whether she wants to or not. Her hair is in a constant state of long/short disarray with colors vibrating between blond and dark brown and then somewhere in between. One day she will cut off all of her cascading curly locks, the next she will grow them out again. Though not needing glasses, she often finds herself hiding behind false brims to shade her eyes and obscure the features of her face. Her skin is pure ivory, regardless of her constant exposure to the sun in order to change it. She has no tattoos, but often draws favorite little doodles on her wrist or hand to break up the monotony of supple skin. Fear of needles keeps her from going all the way with the body modification. Depending on her mood her hair will be covering her face in leaves of thick curly bangs, or it will be pulled tightly back, exposing her angular jaw. As an angel, she is adorned with two wings fitting tightly into the space between her shoulders. They are an ashy gray, a far cry from the pure white of most of her peers as yet another display of her horrid indecision and a constant beacon for teasing. A stickler for the rules, she could never dream of breaking loose of the school dress code, but her style beyond school catches her stuck in a rut of beauty and grunge. Gorgeous clothes left to fold themselves under her bed, or expensive jewelry where a piece is always missing is the catchall of Kinsley.

Personality:

Undecided
If Kinsley could ever make a decision, she’d at least be better for it no matter what direction she leaned. She lives in a constant state of the unknown, unable to decide where in life she belongs. On one hand her peers are determined to protect humans, but some part of her is torn to seeking out The Hunt. Her indecision is so affecting, her once white wings have become a dusty gray, an object of continual shame she often hides.
Reclusive
Existing in a self-created bubble, she has slowly withdrawn from all society in general to sit on her fence and watch the actions of others. Hardly speaking more than cordially with the other angels, and dodging any real action whatsoever, she keeps her head low and observant until her mind is decided which way she must turn. Will she join The Hunt? Or will she protect the humans as her angelic nature has destined her to do?
Observant
Being a recluse has its perks, one of which is sharp observing skills. Often able to pick up on subtle nuances of body language, Kinsley can determine what most peoples intentions are before the person knows themselves. Is Mary Sue and Tod going to hit the sack tonight? Not-so-careful observance says a blaring yes even if Mary-Sue is still sober and “not that kind of girl”. But observance can come with a negative, often overhearing the heated debates others have over her own fate. Not all of which is kind words.
Cultured
Brought up in an extremely wealthy home, Kinsley has had all the exposure to culture she needs. Able to navigate through a ten course dinner or entertain guests of all species, her family’s connected social standing has gotten herself out of more than one jam. She’ll keep observations to herself when she knows they could damage others, and her manners are always polite, even if she is internally skewering someone.
Trusting
An overly trusting nature gets her into trouble more often than not. Whether it’s accepting to go to junior prom with the high school sweetheart, only to show up alone, or thinking every time her father calls and says he’ll visit that he actually will. Her trusting nature is slowly eating away at her soul and making a hole of disappointments that is becoming harder and harder to fill with good nature alone.
Neurotic
Observant, trusting, undecided, cultured, and lastly: neurotic. Kinsley is terribly neurotic. She worries about the slightest notions for the silliest reasons. Could she possibly move someone else’s book off the floor? Did they mean to leave it there for a reason? Will she be in trouble if they learn she moved it on top of their desk? Her constant neurotic habits have always been a source of grief, but to simply “not worry” seems like an insurmountable task.

History:

Kinsley Rae Gael, the fourth daughter of the prominent Gael family, comes from a life others may only dream of. She crossed the world four times as a child in the family’s custom Benetti yacht. She has multiple homes in the areas that her father conducts most of his business. The principle home is Woolworth Mansion in New York. The setting of each room is like that of a story book, and every inch is carefully maintained by the most inspected staff on the planet. If metal detectors matched the decor, her mother would have had them installed years ago.

But the life of the super-rich has always left a stale taste in her mouth. Her father’s company is known for doing overall good. He owns one of the main pharmaceutical companies in the world, but devotes fifteen percent of its resources to supporting world health, free clinics, and free drug distribution in impoverished areas. His annual symposiums are full of those who are not only appreciative but owe her father their lives. But Kinsley is witness to the side of her father that others are shielded from: the shrewd crooked-nosed goblin hiding in the mass of an angel’s body. His exterior as beautiful as his race, but his soul rotted with greed and his wings black as soot. As a daughter of a busy father, a mother who is constantly planning to become “Mrs. President” (even if she only gets to be Mrs. First-Mistress) and three older sisters already through college hardly a month after they finished high school, expectations on Kinsley would be assumed high. In fact, it is much the opposite.

Not really an outcast, but more the ignored one of the troop, She spent most of her young life learning to love her surrogate mother, Mrs. Hillsdale who was nanny employed by her parents to keep the drastically younger girl in check while the adults were busy with their lives. Kinsley fell in love with this second mother whom she always preferred to her own. The minute she turned thirteen, the woman who had been her everything was shut out from the home, never to be seen again. Kinsley was officially old enough to be her own caregiver, and the need for a nanny was superfluous.

Bitter with her parents over losing the one person who ever showed her real love or affection, she has sought ever since a way to get out of her home. When the application for the exclusive boarding school was given to her by one of the servants, it was all she could do to hide her extreme enthusiasm. Anything that offered the chance to get away from her family was a Godsend. She took hardly a thing from her old life, except the little pearl earring she found beneath her bed one day. It had belonged to Mrs. Hinsdale, the only relic of the woman she ever had to hold onto.

With five Chanel bags full of nothing but air (unknown to her family) she was delivered to Cry Wolf high and dropped at the front gate with little more ceremony then seeing her loved ones fade away into the dusk. Coming from this world where angels are little more than masks of beautiful faces hiding hearts the color of tar, Kinsley finds herself unable to relate to her kind with anything but suspicion. Instead she holds back, hiding her feelings, until her soul can figure out where it is she truly belongs.

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The car faded into the distance, pulling her hopes of a happy sendoff along with it. Why her sisters had even decided to come at all was a mystery. Perhaps they wanted a chance to shoot the school down, to make it seem pointless, worthless, and all around not befitting their little pointed heels to step down in. Maybe they were right. This was probably the craziest idea she had ever come up with. What did she know about boarding school? Living in the world beyond her padded mansion walls?

Her hand gripped the handle of her tallest suitcase, as if she were holding the hand of a loved one. That was something that would never happen. At least, never again.

She drew a breath in, held it a moment, then slowly blew out. It was only September but the temperature had dropped to a balmy thirty-two Fahrenheit just for her. Air pressed from her lungs in clouds of crystalline white, obscuring her view for a moment before fading away. Well, she was here. There was no going back.

“Oh. My. God.”

Kinsley’s head turned at the sound of the strange voice. A group of what she could only assume was students had just walked up the entranceway. One was short; a boy with a dumpy stuck up nose and flung over hair that may have been a mohawk if he tried harder. The other two were girls. They reminded her of the daughters that frequented her father’s social swarays. Big heels, bigger boobs, and skirts that should be t-shirts. One was popping her gum and posing in place as if the paparazzi may pop out from the closest bush and start shouting and clicking away on their cameras. The other was blond, bubbly, and wore so much eye-popping color Kinsley couldn’t be sure she was looking at an actual person or something that had jumped out of a Jackson Pollock painting.

“Is that real?” The blond had been talking. It took a moment for Kinsley to look past her clothing and catch up to what she was saying.

At first the Gael heiress looked down at herself, wondering what the girl was talking about. “What? My shoes?”

“No you scatter-head!” Mohawk said. His voice was high, flamboyant like a fashion designer from California. “The who-did-you-kill-to-get-it luggage? That is like, third generation Coco there, and to be honest, they only made like ten sets. It’s a sin.”

Kinsley looked down at her luggage in surprise. As they were full of nothing, she hadn’t paid them much thought. In fact, she wasn’t really sure what she was doing with them at all. She didn’t want her family to know that she had refused to take even a single article from home to this new place. Not taking a bag, even if it had nothing in it, would seem a little suspicious in her mind. The only thing she cared about, truly cared about, was the little pearl necklace tucked under the collar of her shirt. It was all she had of her nanny, her only real mother. Even her clothes she had planned on burning the minute she had something else to wear.

“My luggage?” She turned the one in a quick circle on its wheels. “Didn’t realize it was that amazing. I hardly use it. I don’t care for it at all really.”

The tall model with the popping gum flipped her friend a half-disinterested look. “Honestly?” she asked the blond.

Blondie said, “I can’t believe you just said that,” to Kinsley.

“It’s a crime against fashion.” Mohawk exclaimed, shocked.

“You don’t deserve it if you don’t appreciate it.” Blondie cried.

“An absolute crime!”

“I’m bored.” Said the tall one. She dug into her purse, which was hardly large enough to fit her hand in, let alone a wad of cash. But out the roll came. More money than Kinsley could count was dropped into her hand. “Take it. We’re taking the bags. Fair trade.”

“We are not sharing, honey, if that’s what you think!” Mohawk roared, digging out his own fistful from some pocket that had no place existing on his tight pants and throwing it at Kinsley. He grabbed the tallest suitcase and the closest handheld and began rushing off after the taller one who had already started off with her own two bags.

The blonde’s jaw was still swinging by the pavement at Kinsley declaration. She “tsk, tsk” once or twice, her head shaking, mouth catching flies, as she grabbed the last two pieces and walked after the others. The blond did not give her any cash.

Kinsley Gael stood on the path outside the main registration building, surrounded by wads of hundreds on all sides and suddenly feeling more naked than ever in her life. What was she doing here? How was she going to survive life on her own? And if all the students were as welcoming as those three, she would have no need to burn her clothes. Kinsley gathered up the money, walking into the building to sign in before another herd of fashionistas approached and relieved her of the rest of her wardrobe.

congratulations, miss gael. 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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