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Raihkue has a minion!

Minion the Amour




Raihkue
Legacy Name: Raihkue


The Darkmatter Montre
Owner: Shaeji

Age: 12 years, 10 months, 4 weeks

Born: April 29th, 2011

Adopted: 12 years, 10 months, 4 weeks ago

Adopted: April 29th, 2011

Statistics


  • Level: 7
     
  • Strength: 12
     
  • Defense: 10
     
  • Speed: 10
     
  • Health: 10
     
  • HP: 10/10
     
  • Intelligence: 0
     
  • Books Read: 0
  • Food Eaten: 0
  • Job: Unemployed




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Introduction



Basic Information


[Real Name] Raihkue Nakano Jasari
[Fake Names] Jennifer Summers; Raihkue Sakamoto, Natsumi Endo
[Nicknames] Rai, Jenny, Sunshine, Sweetheart, Sweet Lips
[Alias] Rai, Jenny
[Age] 32 (lives in the year 2022)
[Gender] Female
[D.O.B] February 16th 1990
[Origin] British and Japanese
[Languages] Japanese, English, French, Albanian
[Species] Arabian Wolf

[Physique] Tall, Soft Curves, Slim, Lean Muscles, Delicate, Slightly tan
[Height] 6'1
[Weight] 128
[Hair Style and Colour] Has light brown hair with pink bangs and highlights here and there that are natural, though people don't believe her. She can pull it up in a messy bun with strips hanging here and there, or let it down showing off the scene like hair style. Hair is naturally curly, but more often than not wears it straight.
[Eye Colour] Teal
[Dress] Is very stylish. Always wearing the latest fashion from dresses, to heels, to make-up. Often seen in heels, dresses, or skirts. Wears alot of pinks, browns, or any pastel colour.
[Piercings] Both ears pierced twice
[Tattoos] Has Sons of Saints across her lower back. On her right middle finger, she has a very highly detailed small tattoo with a snake curled into a circle. In side the circle it reads, 'I Whisper My Words Like The Snake To Eve, Only To Fool Those That Believe.'
[Power] No power, but as the gift of Silver Tongue. She can convince anyone to do as she pleases, talk her way out of any trouble, make flawless lies, and etc.
[Personality] Flirt, Self-Centered, Rude, Driven, Friendly at a Distance, Sly, Cunning, Very Loyal, Hates getting emotional, Can be a Bitch, Very Blunt, Bold, Brave, Strong, Determined, Clever, Tease, Sexual, Fearless, Level Headed, Impulsive
[Orientation] Straight

[Husband] Quar Jasari
[Biological Childern] Kero Jasari; son, Carlos Jasari; son, Ryouke Mitsuki Jasari; daughter
[Adopted Childern] Chase Grey; son, Macy Eddington; daughter, Johnny Fujimoto; son, Sofia Jasari; daughter
[Siblings] Paige; Younger Sister
[Parents] Lilly Nakano; Mother, Ryouta Nakano; Father


[Theme Songs] DJ Champion - No Heaven, Not in Love - Crystal Castles, Somebody that I used to know - Gotye, Sail - Awolnation, Jenny's Cryin - Dope, Born to Die - Lana Del Rey, Hearts a Mess- Gotye, Richard Marx - Ordinary Love, Booty Luv - Say It (Nero Remix), Halo - Haley James Scott, Holding out for a hero - Frou Frou, Remember Everything - Five Finger Death Punch, Silence - Assemblage, Sway - Amy Kuney (Butch Clancy Remix)



Third Street Saints Stats


[Current Rank] Second in Command
[Years Active] 7
[Talent] 'Silver Tongue', Agility, Deadly Aim, Thief, Organization, Blade Master
[Jobs] Welfare Inspector, Lead Trainer, Trainer in Silver Tongue, Deal Coordinator
[Nicknames] Sweet Lips
[Blades of Choice] V-42 Stiletto, Gerber Mark II, OKC-3S Bayonet
[Guns of Choice] Browning Hi-Power, Heckler & Koch HK45, Walther MP
[Extra] Isn't a well known member of the Third Street Saints. Far as the public knows, she is just married to Quar. Everyone within Third Street Saints has sworn an oath never to reveal that Rai is second in command. Will sometimes join the other members on missions, though more often than not does solo-missions. Trains any new comer with her adopted son Chase. Keeps an eye out on everyone as a Welfare Inspector. It is unknown all of the tasks she does.
[Current Training] None
[People Killed] Well over 100



My Story


Right where should I start? The very beginning I suppose.' Rai muttered as she rubbed the corners of her eyes. Flicking her wrist, she gestured for you to sit down in a chair a few feet away. 'Might as well get comfortable. We're going to be here for awhile.' she stated as she leant against the vanity be hide her. You give her a questioning look wondering how long her story could be. Mean she was just some model that designed clothing on the side. Still you respect her wishes and sit yourself down as you flip to another page of your notebook. 'All settled are we? I hope you can write fast. I don't like to repeat myself.' It was the only warning the super model gave before she began to speak.....

I was born to Lilly and Ryouta Nakano on an island just off the coast of Japan. Well shouldn't say just off the coast, nearly a thousand miles away. It is a rather large island that goes unnoticed surprisingly. You won't find it on any map, so don't bother looking it up. Anyways, my mother was three fourths British and one fourth Japanese. She was a well mannered young woman who always followed the rules. My grandfather, her father, did everything for his little girl so she wouldn't have to lift a finger. My father, Ryouta, was an insurance sellsmen and luck always seemed to be on his side. He was full Japanese and had lived on the island his whole life. When he married my mother, he assumed his life was set. His wife came from a wealthy family and she was the perfect little house wife that could be pleased with simple gifts. Though they day they discovered my mother was pregnant, they revived some unsettling news. It appeared that my grandfather had been scamming people for years and when he caught word that the police were coming to arrest him, he fled the island. He took all of his riches, left no trace be hide. How did this affect my parents? Well, they wouldn't be able to gain all the wealth when my grandfather past away and their good name was tainted.

As you may have already guess, my parents were very swallow people. Always looking out for number one, wanted everyone to look after them, if there was a short cut they took it, and they always cared what others thought about them. For the next nine months, they did their best to build up a good rep with my father's co-workers and my mother's two faced friends. I was born two days after Valentine's Day and luckily for my parents, I was a beautiful bouncing bundle of joy. No problems, no anything. Just a eight pound 16 inch baby with brilliant teal coloured eyes. Others swoon them praising them for such a healthy baby and they rode on this 'fame' for the next six months. My father went to work on day and was told the company was going out of business. When he told my mother, she wasn't worried about how to support the family, but worried that she wouldn't be able to join her friends for their lunch dates. I'm not making this up, if you some how managed to find my so called mother, she will tell you the exact same thing.

A few months went by and my father had no luck finding a job. My parents were forced to move out of their grand house and into the slums. They found a tiny apartment with a living room, a bathroom, a tiny kitchen, and a bedroom. My room was the closet. The walls were stained, the ceiling leaked, the pipes moaned at night, and the heater worked when it felt like it. It was a great fall from living in a large house with five bedrooms and with a massive lawn. I still don't know how they managed to waste all of their money so quickly. But whatever. My father claimed he went out every day looking for any sort of job so they could get back on their feet and at first that was the case. But soon he started to come home drunk. My mother comfort him figuring he was just stressed. Though when he started to come home drunk every single night, my mother knew all hope was lost. She soon discovered that he was hanging out with shady men that scammed others. She was rather displeased, but it was bringing in money.

One day, he changed. My father became cold, aggressive, and unpleasant. If he wasn't an alcoholic before, he was now. Always came home in a staggering mess smelling like vomit, weed, and beer. My mother would yell at him telling him he wasn't doing his part to support them. He seemed to understand where she was coming from the first couple of times, but three or four fights later he snapped back. He began to push her around, yell at her, hit her, and abuse her. I don't remember much of the fights. My mother would always shove me in the closet and close the door. I would hear their screaming and shouting, smacks, things being knocked over, and more. Then it was followed by grunts and moans. I figured it was more fighting, but as I grew older I knew better than that. Each fight ended with them jumping in the sack.

Life was pretty calm so to speak. Mother would find more bugs in the kitchen or bathroom, find another crack or two in the wall, the heater finally broke, my father would smoke in the living room or pass out from the amount of alcohol he drank, and my parents would fight. Nothing major happened until I was about three, maybe even closer to four. My father came home one night staggering in with tears down his face. I put down the only doll I had and went over to him. I began to climb into his lap wanting to comfort him. In the mind set of a three year old, hugs always made things better. All I wanted to do was comfort him and tell him I loved him, but apparently he didn't want any of that. He shoved me off and the sheer force sent me flying backwards into the glass coffee table. All I could remember was hearing something smash, it sounded like one of the beer bottles my father would drink from that shattered on the wall. Next thing I could remember was an intense pain. I felt a fluid run down my neck and I assumed it was some drink that had been on the table. Little did I know it was my own blood staining my skin and clothing. My parents didn't know what to do. They didn't have the money to take me to a hospital. The only thing they could do was take me upstairs to a man who claimed to be a doctor. I had a massive shard of glass in my neck well as a few other pieces that cut into my skull and shoulder. He patched me up the best he could using his shady methods. After a few hours, he finished his work.

Oh I should add that I did not have any pain killers, none at all. I was forced to inhale my father's horrible joints filled with god knows what. I was so high that I couldn't even register that I was in pain. It took months for the wound to heal. Why? Because I would twist my neck or do typical three year old things that would cause it to reopen. The result from all these months of healing and reopening and rehealing is this horrible scar that I have. It run from be hide my right ear, down my neck, half way across my shoulder before stopping to the middle of my shoulder blade. It's deep, it's rough, jagged, nasty, nightmarish looking. Later I would learn how to use costume make-up to cover it well as a few other tricks of my own. No one knows about it, besides a handful of people and know you of course. I like to keep it hidden and out of public knowledge. Why? Well think about it. Who has heard of a supermodel with a scar that looks like some psycho tried to slice her open with a rusty hook?



Soul Mate



Quar

To think I never believed in the term Soul Mate until I met this man nearly thirteen years ago. He is my everything, lame as that may be, but it is true. He is my air, he is my sun, he is my fantasy. God I can't believe I'm going to admit this, but he is the reason why I understand love songs and why I hum their annoying melodies. When his hand grasps onto mine, it just feels perfect. How our fingers slip between each other, it never feels awkward. I adore him greatly. Judge me all you want I don't care. I love to spend my time with him no manner what it is. My heart literally aches when he is not near. When I lay down at night with his arms wrapped around me...everything just feels complete. Now before you think I'm some love sick fool, let me explain our story. You'll understand why I say these silly little sappy quotes.

I was just 19 and I had a modeling job in Miami, Florida. He was some cocky college student who jumped over the fence at a Photo Shoot to watch me. I figured I would entertain him and flirted back. Little did I know where this careless flirting would lead me. The next three weeks we spoke nearly on a daily bases either on the phone or on dates. Then he told me he loved me. I ignored my own feelings for another three months. After I confess, things became chaotic, as if they weren't before. Sneaking about, getting into trouble, taking little holidays on a whim, dancing, races, random gifts, and just so much more. I remember how quickly we fell for each other. I remember how my heart would just ache if I didn't get to see him or hear him at least once a day. I found myself letting down all my walls, though it was hard. Before so many had hurt me, used me, betrayed me. Quar wasn't like that. He wanted to love me, to care for me, and to undo the wrong everyone else did. It was hard to believe him at first, even after I confessed my love for him. Though he was patient and helped me over come all of my fears.

Though before you think he did all the work, I did my fair share. I taught him how to grow up, how to stay faithful, how to be a leader, helped him through college, and so much more. Even though him how to surf well as just to sit and just enjoy the little things in life. Before he was so busy, always moving on before he could see beauty. Both of us helped each other grow into better people, how to forgive the past, and how to let others in. Six months later, he got me a dog for Christmas. A little doberman, Diesel was his name. It was ours, our own little child so to say. Looking back at on it, I knew that we were meant to be together forever, but back then I simply saw it was the next step in our relationship.

One day, police came and took him away saying he killed the Governor along with his wife and child. I tried to plea to them saying it wasn't possible, but they had video footage of a man that looked like Quar. Though I knew it wasn't him. I was able to pull some strings, all in favors just to get one last night with him. That night he told me to forget about him, saying that it wouldn't be fair to make me wait and that I needed to live my life. I fought and fought against it, but he wouldn't have any of it. Finally he convinced me. The rest of the night we simply laid in silence holding each other. It was heart breaking. He wouldn't allow me to cry. In the morning just as I was saying good-bye, guards came and tried to take me away. I was able to break away and hug him once last night...kiss him one last time. They brought in more guards to break us from each other. Once they got me out of the room and close the door, I broke down. Cried like I hadn't cried before. I lost the love of my life. I knew no one else could compare. Nearly two years of my life I had been with him and I assumed we would have many more.

The next six months were hard. I tried my best to move on, but everything reminded me of him. The only support I had left was Tyrone. Everyone else left me. The girls told rumors, the press twisted the truth, I lost modeling contacts left and right. Just lost everything that was worth something to me. Only thing I could do was leave. Tyrone told me not to go, to wait. But I told him it was to hard to live in a city knowing Quar was so close and I couldn't see him. Tyrone knew he couldn't stop me so he helped me get away. I went back to Japan, enrolled into school, caught up with all the friends I left be hide and tried to forget. Of course I met others, but they were all just flings. I went through life hating every single couple I met. I would mock them, tease them, and I was just bitter to them. I acted like I didn't like love. Acted like I hated it. Truth was I wanted it as much as the next girl.

Sons of Saints rose again when I returned. I was trapped in it again. I was falling be hide in school, stayed up all through the night to complete missions. One afternoon, I was sitting in the living room at the Inferno's house just reading a book when Ceri turned on the TV. It was just some music channel. It was easy to tune it out. That is until I heard a familiar voice. Looking up I saw him. I saw Quar on the screen dancing and singing. He never did that for anyone, no one. I ran to the get the phone and called a few people back in Florida to get his new number. Finally after a day of phoning everyone I knew, I got his number. I sat there nervous unsure if he sang that to get my attention or not. Figuring I had nothing to lose, I called. A woman answered and told me he wasn't home. Though I didn't give up. I kept calling and calling. Each time I was told he was out, busy, or the phone simply rang rang. Finally I just gave up. Figured after two months of calling, it wasn't worth it. That it simply wasn't meant to be.

Then Von was arrested once more. I fled. I left two men that I thought I loved be hide, I left my friends once again, I left the family that took me in, I left my mother and sister, just everything to get away from it all. I took a job as a model, I didn't bother to check where it was. Only knew it was in the states. I didn't even look at the ticket, I wanted it to be a surprise. When I got off the plane, my heart sank. I was back in Miami, Florida. It had been a year and a half since I had been in this city. I got an apartment, not to far from my old one, I even went back to old photo shoot locations. It was hard looking at spots were I shared tender moments with him. Then one day...I ran into him. I was walking along the boardwalk and suddenly a husky puppy came out of no where and tackled me. The puppy took the ice cream I had in my hand and began to eat it. Then I heard a voice and I couldn't believe it. Looking up, I saw the face and I felt my heart drop then it fluttered like it did before. He didn't believe it either. It felt like a life time just starring at him. Just when I was about to embrace him, a woman came up and hugged his arm.

He had found another. I did my best to smile and say hello. I teased him about it and then wished the two luck. Then I went back to my apartment, canceled all my plans I had that evening, and just cried. I drank and cried into the late night. If only I had stayed, if only I didn't give up. I could have been there right as he was released and that could have been me on his arm. Not this Willow person. That could have been our husky. We could have been us again. The next few months were hard. Much as we tried, we kept hanging out with one another. Mostly we ran into each other on the streets either because Das would run me over or we found each in trouble. We exchanged numbers, called and texted. Anyone would have thought he was cheating on Willow. One day he called and ask if we could met. Agreeing I met him and then he told me some shocking news. He told me that Willow was pregnant. I sat there for a moment trying to process it. I went to congratulate him though all that came out was a sob. I couldn't even muster a single word. I turned to leave, but he grabbed my arm. Looked at me with a longing look, but I shook my head. I denied him what he wanted. Told him I couldn't become between him and Willow, said it wasn't right, told him It wasn't right. Then I let the tears fall before pulling away and once again I had to leave him. Every step I felt everything shatter and it took everything I had not to turn around and ran back into his arms.

I went home and sat in my own sorrow once again. It hurt so much. I didn't think it was possible to even feel this amount of pain without getting any sort of wound. I was foolish to think he would leave her after I just came out of the blue. I forced myself to believe that what we had ran it's course. After a couple of days of crying to the heavens, I got up washed my face off and carried on with my life. I avoided him for nearly a month and a half. It wasn't until one of the girls at the studio turned the television on to some news channel. It was about some shooting at a bar were a whole dance crew was taken out, all but one who's name was 'Quar Jasari.' My heart sank as I heard about how a medical team had to used an AED to restart his heart and how he was currently being held in ICU. Quickly I rushed over and even picked up a box of some sweets he enjoyed before. Once I was pointed to his room, I wondered over, but there was yelling from within. I stood outside making sure whom ever was inside couldn't see me. Nearly ten minutes later, a pregnant woman came out. It was Willow, his girlfriend. I slipped into the room and saw how miserable he looked. Though when he finally spotted me, I noticed how his face lit up. I told him I heard the news and rushed over soon as I could. I gave him the box of candy and told him I shouldn't be here. Though he requested that I stayed so I did. I sat there and spoke to him just like before, as if nothing had happened. The night nurse assumed I was his wife or girlfriend and gave me an extra hour to visit him. I had to correct her and she seemed to understand, but she just shook her head with a smile as if she knew something more.

I tried to avoid him once again feeling guilty after what the nurse said. Though once Quar was well enough, he showed up at a few of the fashion shows in the crowd. It brought me joy yet it broke my heart each time. Once or twice he would come back stage after the show and give me compliments. I would smile and act as normal as I could. Though soon as he was out of sight or the door close, I would let a tear or two fall as a lump grew in my throat. I felt horrible. Like some kind of monster. I wanted to shove him away, tell him he couldn't do this, but no manner what I did we always stumbled into each other. It was like the universe was forcing us together, but we were to foolish to notice. A few months later, I went on holiday. I went to Brazil to met all of my friends back home for a three week holiday. During the time period, Von had escaped from prison once again. I was forced to go home for a few days to met with him to help set up things for SoS. He gave me a week to go to Florida to settle everything. I flew back to Florida and began to close all of my accounts, I turned in my two week notice, I put my apartment up for sale, and gave up my dream once again. I found myself in a bar with a horrible case of jet lag, sorrow, stress, and depression. I drank more than I should have and Quar just happened to be there. He told me his daughter had been born, but trouble had been following him. For what ever reason I told him that SoS would accept him. He took the offer and took Willow, Das, and his daughter Sofia to Japan.

I felt guilty once again, but I convinced myself that I was helping him protect his wife to be and his new born daughter. He somehow made it through SoS training and became a Patched member. I successfully avoided any and all missions with him, until one night. It was a mission to watch a guy that Von assume was wasting some money he leant to him. It was awkward at first, but soon we began to talk just like old times. We held up a conversation for nearly three hours while watching this guy. Then suddenly we were kissing. Hands gripping onto anything, holding, caressing, and hugging. It felt so right. It was simply amazing. I don't know how long the make-out session was, but it was long enough to fog up the windows and leave us breathless. I panicked and told him it wasn't right. At first he seemed to be in a daze, but a few seconds more he began to realize why I was panicking. The rest of the night was awkward. I sat on my side feeling completely guilty, but I had a hard time trying to punish myself. It felt so right. Perfect almost. For a brief moment his kisses, loving touches, and his smell cured the heart ache I had been living with for nearly four years. We agreed never to speak of it again when we drove back to headquarters and sort of avoided each other for awhile afterwards.

A few weeks later, I discovered Quar hadn't shown up to work for a few days. Just as I was about to ask around, he showed up. Of course Von was angry that Quar hadn't said anything and Von nearly pounded his skull in. I used my power over Von to make him stop. I dragged Quar away and patched him up. All the while he told me what happened. Willow assumed he had been cheating, like she had for the past five months, and just left with Sofia. I saw how broken he was and my heart sank. He truly cared for her. He was heart broken. I told him he would be able to patch things up if he wanted, but he didn't want to hear any of it. I finished healing him and he went off acting like nothing happened. Not much happened between me and him for the next five months. I would catch him looking over at me from across the room. A few times he would step forward taking the blame for himself or just protecting me from everyone else. Even with all of this, we never held up a conversation. In January of 2012, Sons of Saints met up with another gang that said we weren't paying our share of some bridge project. All hell broke loose when Von refused to pay and long story short. I was shot. Once in the leg by a sniper and twice in the stomach with a shot gun. Instantly I felt myself loosing an extreme amount of blood. I called out names of everyone that I knew was there, but no one. I remember blacking out and waking up back in Sons of Saints. There a woman named Fay healed me to the best of the abilities. I was in bed for well over a month. All the while Von refused to let anyone watch over me. He wouldn't even allow Chase to come see me.

Wasn't until I forced Von out of the room to give me some space. The next couple of days, other members of SoS were in charge of looking over me, making sure I took my medicine and I didn't take a turn for the worst. One evening, Quar was in charge. I was so weak by this time. I was sure I wouldn't have made it through. I couldn't even grasp his hand. My fingers couldn't muster the strength to even twitch. He kept a smile on his face and brushed his hand over my fingers helping me grasp his hand.




My Wonderful Children


Chase Grey Although Chase is not my biological child, I still consider him as one. He was barely six years old when I met him. I was nearly 13 and he just clung onto me instantly. I took him, almost as a replacement for my younger sister whom I left be hide. I became protective of him, I loved him, and I cared for him. I taught him how to read, write, and basic mathematical skills. I looked out for him, I was there through his night terrors, I held his hand while crossing the road, and so much more. He was the only thing that could make me smile when I was at my worst. He did his best to make sure I was happy or forgot whatever upset me for a brief moment. I kept him safe. He came to me when he tripped and bruised his knee. I would kiss it better and he would tell me why he loved his mummy so much. I did my best to keep him innocent, to keep him pure. When Von forced him to complete training after a mission went wrong, I took it upon myself to train him. I knew he couldn't survive in the normal SoS training. Though I didn't go easy on him. I pushed him until I felt he had enough. Sure it took longer, but I kept him alive. He was as good if not better than any other member in SoS. When the Blade Master at the time took Chase as his apprentice, I felt pride swell in me. He would run to me with bright eyes telling me how well he was doing. He always looked for praise. He would sneak into my room with a tub of ice cream and we would talk like the best of friends. If he had been a good boy through out the week, I would take him to get pizza sense it was his favourite. When SoS broke apart the first time, his older brother Dean ran off. He didn't even give me a chance to say good-bye. Though everyone went their own ways when SoS fell apart. Still it was heart breaking waking up and discovering this young boy I took as my own son wasn't there. When I returned to Florida and saw him again, he had grown so much. But he still his old self. My little Chase hadn't changed a bit. He was still the same fun-loving, class clown, pizza addicted, surfer, sweetheart. I looked over him just as I did before. Though it didn't last to much longer. Two and half years later, Von was thrown into jail once again and everyone split. Though this time it was me leaving everyone. I had to leave. I tried to convince Dean to let me take Chase, but he wouldn't have any of it. I remember Chase crying his eyes out as I left headquarters. I glanced out of the bus window and saw him running down the road. I felt guilty, but what could I do? I couldn't rip him away from his brother. Though this separation wasn't very long, only eight months. I was back in Japan, in SoS, and took over my old job like that. He was more protective of me this time, refused to leave my side. He would tell me how he wished he could stop Von so I could be happy. He was one of the few that didn't judge me. He stayed loyal and would comfort his dear old mother as he would put it. After the war, he pushed me to go find Quar. He was the reason why we got back together. I spoke with Quar and he said I would be able to take him well as a few others back to Florida with us. I spoke to Dean and he agreed it was best for Chase. I told Dean he would be able to visit, but Dean said he wanted Chase to have a fresh start and that it meant he wasn't included. I felt guilty, but Dean reassured me that it was for the best. In Florida, I got him into different programs to keep him busy and out of trouble. But Quar and Chase went be hide my back and Chase was in Third Street Saints. I couldn't argue with it really when I saw that Chase was happy. When the children were born, he stepped up and helped out as much as he could without me or Quar asking him to do anything. He is a good boy, always will be. I don't think Chase has the ability to do anything truly evil or be cross with someone. Always smiling and laughing. He still comes to me looking to praise like when he was little. I'm so proud to call him my son.


Johnny Fujimoto Again, this young boy is not a biological child of mine, but I consider him as one just like with Chase and Macy. He had a very troubled up bringing as many of us in SoS. I remember the day he joined, he was so full of hate, anger, and regret. He was barely elven. It pained me to see someone so young hating everything around them. He would flinch at anyone's touch and would question anything anyone did for him. It took me a long time to gain his trust. I did whatever I could to make him believe that he wasn't alone. One day he said, 'hey mum?' trying to get my attention. I remember the blush on his face, how he bit his lower lip looking embarrassed. I simply smiled knowing I would drive him away if I made a big deal. After he came to me when he wanted to vent out his anger or just get some reassurance. I knew people feared him with his bloodlust, his dark out look on life, and his over all gloomy aura. But I refused to be scared by it. I knew there was a good person buried be hide the many walls he put up. When I left for eight months, I figured I lost him, but upon my return I discovered that was no the case. He was one of the first to come up to me and hug me. He told me he missed his mother and joy came over me. I did my best to keep Johnny, Macy, and Chase out of all the troubles going on in SoS. All the fights members raged against each other. I didn't want them to be dragged into the drama. Though Johnny knew something was going on. He wouldn't say anything, but the look he would give me and the eye roll said it all. When I was shot, Johnny would sneak in whenever he could to give me a small cup of strawberries or simply kiss my cheek. He would be so secretive showing his affection, he is still like that. Likes others to think he is big and tough, that he feels no emotion. He can't fool his dear mother. Anyways, after the war, I had a hard time finding him. I knew I couldn't leave him for the police to find. He was just a troubled young kid that had no other choice than to join a gang that would cover his tracks. When I finally found him, I told him I was moving back to Florida. He was angry. He assumed I was going to leave him, but after awhile I got him to calm down and told him I was taking him. I saw the delight in his eyes, but he didn't say anything. He simply hugged me and told me thank you. When we got to Florida, I enrolled him in school and kept up with his training so his bloodlust wouldn't get the best of him. Didn't take long until he begged Quar to let him join Third Street Saints. I wasn't pleased, but figured he would go be hide my back anyways. When the children were born, I could see that he was conflicted. Unsure where he stood now. I saw the fear in his eyes. I made sure he understood that I would never push him away that he would always have a place. He didn't seem to believe me. He is truly a person that believes actions more than words. Took me a while to convince him that he was still wanted. He is fine now and seems to have a grip on his anger. He is currently in school learning about engineering. I am so proud at how far he has come. Think he is proud of himself too, but I don't think he will ever admit it.


Macy Eddington The last of my adopted children. Dear Macy was the daughter of two Bankers who never had time for their daughter. They didn't even notice when she left home to join SoS when she was elven. She joined a month after Johnny and I was a bit surprised. Normally new members we seek out first because of their talents. She was appeared out of no where it seemed. Though one day during training, I noticed that she was able to bend sound waves and clone herself. Later I discovered that she used her cloning powers to surround Von forcing him to let her join. Only person, beside myself and Arrow Inferno, that has been able to make Von feel powerless. I was impressed by how headstrong and bold she was. When I tried to befriend her, as it was my job as the Welfare Inspector, she blew me off. Didn't want anything to do with me. It didn't take nearly as long to gain her trust as it did with Johnny. Dear Macy was going through some girl troubles and I helped her seeing as I was only female in SoS that didn't have some anger issue or oddly hyper. I was pretty normal. I have her some advice and the next day she greeted me at breakfast with a bright smile on her face. It was different from the normal glare with the classic eye roll she used to give me. In due time she would come to me asking different questions about this and that. 'Mum what happens if I do this?' 'Mother when is my next mission?' Nothing really affectionate. Wasn't until I was shot that she showed her true feelings for me. When she was allowed to see me, she was in tears and told me I wasn't allowed to die. Said I helped her more in the year that she had been in SoS than her mother did the first elven years of her life. Told me that she didn't want the only person she thought of family to leave her. I promised her I wouldn't. She gave a weak smiled before hugging and kissing my cheek. I cuddled with her gently enjoying the comfort myself until Von made her leave. After the war, I found Macy with Dean and Chase. I told her I was taking her Florida and she accepted the offer straight away. No questions asked. I asked if she wanted to tell her parents, but she said know. It has been nearly eight years since she has spoken with her parents, longer perhaps. I always tell her that I am willing to fly with her back to Japan to find them, but she simply tells me that I am her mother and Quar is her father now. Macy didn't seem to have any hard feelings when the childern were born. She stepped up to the part and helped me when she felt confidant. More often than not, she kept Sofia busy so she wouldn't wake the babies. When the twins began to walk, Macy's cloning came in handy to keep the boys in their place. She is currently enrolled in college for two degrees. Physical Therapy and Dance. I'm quite proud at the degrees she has chosen. Like Johnny and Chase, she is also part of SoS. I have a warehouse across town for her to practice her powers in. Sometimes I join her with Chase and Johnny to do old training sessions like the ones we used to do back in SoS.


Sofia Jasari Suppose I lied when I said that Macy was my last adopted child. Sofia is yet another one, but I've been in her life for so long that she feels like my own. She was only a few months old when Quar asked me to step in as her mother. With her genetics, anyone would assume that she was mine and Quar's anyways. She is a sweet young girl. Extremely helpful, even when there is no help needed. Always seem to have a smile on her face when everyone else is depressed. Sometimes I think she feels left out as she is sort of the middle child with her three older siblings and her three younger ones. I try my best to give her the attention that she needs. She's even asked me for some pink high lights to fit in with her young siblings. Makes me laugh sometimes. She is going to be a heart breaker when she grows older, I just know it. Though she is the least of my worries. It is Quar being the protective man that he is that I am more worried about. I fear he will do something crazy like chasing boys off our steps with a gun...now that I think of it I should lock all his guns away when Sofia turns thirteen. Anyways, I consider Sofia my first child with Quar. I was there through all the sleepless nights, the teething, the first steps, just everything. I love her dearly.


Carlos Jasari The first actual born of Quar and myself. He is the oldest twin. Their'll be turning five this year. Doesn't seem that long ago that I gave birth to them. Carlos was named after his uncle at Quar's request. Looks sort of like his uncle as well. And from the stories I've heard, behaves like him as well. I know it frightens Quar slightly, but I think there is enough differences between the two to safely assume that his brother was not reborn. He is my level headed child. Likes to keep things in order, hates it when things get to loud. Yet he has this wild streak that makes him act like some demon spawn. They always say look out for the quiet ones. He truly lives up to that statement. I have other mothers that come up to me worried that something is wrong with him because he doesn't talk. When this first started happening, I didn't believe them because he is such a chatter box at home. But after the third or fourth time, I started to believe it. He is a home body. Feels most comfortable at home with his family or with the gang.


Kero Jasari The second born of the twins. This son of mine makes me what to pull all of my hair out more often than not. Still I can't help but smile when he flashes me his brilliant white grin. Think he stole that trick from me. Anyways, he is quiet the trouble maker. Always hiding Quar's cell phones, sneaking into the kitchen at night for a snack, playing pranks whenever he can. No, I don't wonder where he got it from. I know exactly where he got this 'Bad boy' streak from. I have his father to thank for that. Still Quar can't take all the credit, Kero got his amazing lying abilities from his dear old mother and his agility from me as well. Kero tries to keep up with his older siblings, mirrors Johnny's pranks and tries to act as cool as Chase. It's adorable watching him trying to mimic them. He isn't shy towards anyone. He will talk anyone's ear off if they so as acknowledge him in any sort of manner. It's not all non-sense. Oh no. I've taught my childern how to hold up a conversation to the best of their abilities. It's just that he doesn't know when to stop. I'm curious to see if his lifely attitude will continue on as he grows older.


Ryouke Mitsuki Jasari My precious little girl. I nearly gave my life giving birth to her. I successfully gave birth to her, that wasn't the problem, it was the amount of blood I lost afterwards. After a last minute surgery and a night in ICU, I managed to make it through. When I was strong enough, I was given the chance to hold her and I don't think I cried so hard in my life. It wasn't a sad cry, a good one. She was so beautiful, healthy, and just perfect. I was worried that something happened to her when I was rushed off to surgery. One would think that someone who made such a grand entrance in the world would be as wild child, but that is not the case. Little Ry is horribly shy. She hides be hide Quar's legs if he is around, if not, she is in my arms with her head buried into my shoulder. Suki becomes very lively when her father is around. She'll babble on and on in her little baby talk while they play. It's such a sight. This big bad gang leader getting on his hands and knees to play pony or play dolls. Whenever Quar walks into the room Ry's face just lights up with joy and this giggle comes out of her. Oh if only you could hear this giggle. It so carefree, innocent, and just heavenly. She'll make anyone smile with it. I swear if you play her giggle in a war zone that both sides will stop fighting because of it. She's turning two soon which means she'll start talking soon. I'm curious to see if she'll be a chatter box like her brother Kero or silent like Carlos. Though she could surprise me and behave like Chase whom she also adores.




Friends


Nazura Saldivar -coming-


Lexy Haines This girl...oh how to describe her being nice...she is a complete air head, dense, hyperactive, girly girl, childish woman. She is 33 years old and still acting like she is 15, though suppose if you have a face like her's you can get away with it. Despite her behaviour, she is a very loyal friend. As much as she talks, she never utters out a lie or secret. Even when Quar was arrested she didn't make-up any rumours. Lexy always has everyone's best interest at heart. Often tries to get everyone to smile or laugh. Come to think of it, I don't think I've ever seen her frown. She always seems happy. Perhaps there is a method to her madness after all. Although annoying, I have to remind myself that she is insanely smart. No joke. Be hide her doe like eyes, squealing giggling, and bouncing is an extremely smart woman. When we all discovered her brilliance, she informed us that she's never once hid it. And thinking back on it, she was right. We just never noticed it before. She is still a model, in fact she models with me and helps designs clothing with me. Lexy is currently married to Jacob. In fact, they've been married for almost eight years I believe. They are a strange couple indeed, but the way they look at each other and just smile at each other, you can see the love. Suppose they balance each other out really. Anyways, Lexy is a dear friend of mine and I think she will always be one.


Violet Faithfull -coming-


Raven De Luca -coming-


Tyrone -coming-


Jake -coming-


Brandon -coming-


Jacob When I first met him, it was extremely shy and timid, yet he tried to act like he was the hottest thing around. It was cute. I was rather surprised that he took such a liking to Lexy who was bold, in your fact, and hyperactive. She still is. He was the guy that stood in the back keeping a calm level head no manner what was going on. I was shocked to met him again when I returned to Florida the second time. I was expecting to see this skinny wimpy sort of guy, but that was not the case. He was huge! Rippling muscles everywhere and much taller than before. He wasn't soft spoken any more. He was able to speak for himself. His bite was as stronger than his words. Oddly what surprised me more was that he and Lexy were still together. Engaged even. He became to protective of her. Even threaten to punch this guy's skull in for brushing up against Lexy. Still even with this big transformation, he and Lexy were still quite different but I don't doubt their love for each other. I mean they've been married for nearly eight years now and still going strong. Every once in awhile I see a glimmer of the old Jacob, the shy, always blushing, young man that tripped over his words. He's the sort of friend that reminds us all to think before we leap.




Distant Friends


Sionn Reid -coming-


Zaria Inferno -coming-


Elen Lowsley -coming-


Venom Harwood -coming-


Indi Artois -coming-


Max and Ty Goodwin -coming-


Dean Grey -coming-


Valentine and Shia Morgensen -coming-


Louie Morgensen -coming-


Ando Viacheslav -coming-


Franchezca 'Chez' -coming-


Rider and Ripley Riverwood -coming-


Iris Ryan -coming-




My Enemies


Von -coming-


Willow -coming-




My Four Legged Creatures




Random Trivia


[1] Rai finds it hard to express her emotions, believes it will make her weak. Being weak will let people come into her life that will abuse her, use her, and betray her before leaving her heartbroken and a complete mess. She doesn't mean to be heartless or emotionless, she is simply protecting herself from threats that arn't even there. Whenever she cries in front of someone, she goes about for a couple of weeks doing things that prove how strong she is.
[2] When Rai does express her feelings, she doesn't know how to express them very well. She gets frustrated with herself and ends up shutting up sense she can't figure out a way to explain how she feels very well. She then ends up beating herself up telling her that they don't care that her feelings mean nothing and goes through a stage of putting herself down and acting like nothing ever happened.
[3] Rai is in love with strawberries. Strawberry anything she will love it.
[4] Secretly, Rai is a hopeless romantic.
[5] Rai loves her little sister to bits and will do anything for her sister. She will even put her life on the line just so her sister could live another day.
[6] Rai can talk herself out of any sort of trouble, talk herself into anything, can sweet talk even the toughest man. She just was a way with words that don't involve her own emotions. Rai has used her 'gift' to avoid getting arrested, talk herself into clubs, and once or twice get someone to help her steal a car. Rai gift goes as far as to being able to seducing anyone. She can become very alluring and it just draws the men in. Was given the nickname Sweet Lips in Sons of Saints.
[7] Rai has been diagnosed with Borderline personality disorder or BPD. Though she has never been treated.
[8] Rai loves alternative music. She has bands on her playlist that no one has ever heard of. It is rare that she has a mainstream band on her playlist or any mainstream album.
[9] Rai is slightly OCD and everything must be in order. Her room is always clean, everything has a system, even her bag has dividers to keep everything in place. It's a nervous habit of hers.
[10] Rai is an extermly strong and brave woman. Because of her behavior and how her body language is, people don't realize how fragile she truly is. Jenny's body was never made to be a gang member with all the fighting or shooting, but she has trained herself to make it so. With how she behaves, no one would ever guessed that she was abused for the first thirteen years of her life.
[11] Rai is very motherly towards everyone in Third Streets Saints. She looks after everyone and makes sure they are well cared for. This motherly behavior lead Chase well as a few members in her old gang, Sons of Saints, to see her as their actual mother. She never bothered to correct them. In Third Streets Saints, no one seems to mind her strange behaviour.
[12] Rai seems to attract trouble where ever she goes without meaning too. It gets alot of people upset, but she just happens to be at the wrong place at the wrong time or people make decisions for her or something from her past seems to catches up with her.
[13] Rai only drinks heavily and smokes when she is very upset or depressed.
[14] Rai is very blunt and because of this people think she is rude. If she doesn't like what you are doing, she'll tell you. If she doesn't like what you are wearing, she'll tell you. She speaks her mind and people often get annoyed. Can be seen as a total bitch at times.
[15] Hasn't been able to look anyone in the eye in years. Even those who are extremely close to her, she flat out refuses. She believes that eyes are the window to one's soul. She fears if people look into her soul, they will see how weak she truly is. Only her husband can look her in the eye.
[16] Rai never officially finished high school. She forged papers saying that she finished years 8-11. She finished her senior year early because she was offered a modelling job in Florida. She was there for a little over a year and half. When she returned to Japan, she went into college to start her degree in fashion design.
[17] Rai loves nothing more than to be at a club dancing with her friends. She loves the music, the environment, and how you loose yourself in the music. With all the dancing Jenny has done, she has surpass some professional dancers. Is able to dance in heels up to six inches tall if she wanted too.
[18] Rai has been a surfer her whole life, since she could remember. She loves to surf all day and hanging out on the beach around a bonfire. Has been known to even sleep on the beach on top of her surf board. She met her friend Iris from surfing.
[19] Loves Ice cream. More so if it is strawberry ice cream, with strawberry sauce, with coconut shavings, and whip cream. Still any flavour ice cream besides mint or cherry.
[20] It takes alot for Rai to get embarrassed.
[21] Rai is very selfless when it comes to taking care of her own needs. Often forgets to ask for help. Yet at the same time she looks out only for herself.



My Life Now




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Story Line (c) Shaeji
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Strawberry

Cream Covered Strawberry

Strawberry Scone

Delicious Strawberry Cone

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Ice Cream with Strawberry Sauce

Lovely Strawberry Soft-Serve

Strawberry Banana Ice Cream

Homemade Strawberry Jam

Jar of Strawberry Stick Candy

Strawberry Alegarten Cake

Strawberry Chocolate Coated Peanut Butter Egg

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Strawberry Crepe

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