Rylie-jean Cadere

## Special info

### Powers

Glass manipulation, Glass creation, Teleportation, Mind reading, mind melding and Levitating.

## Appearance

Rylie-Jean is a tall, translucent and transparent woman with white skin, long white hair, and cyan blue eyes. Her face is caked in makeup, but her mascara is running down her face and her lipstick is smudged down the left side of her face. She has a little muscle, but not enough to really go against anyone in a hand to hand fight. She takes whatever form her current employer seems to like, in this case, he enjoyed the look she appeared in, bloody, muddy and all. She has very long nails, they are chipped in some places, and also extremely dirty. Her fingers looked as if they were stretched dramatically, because they are very long and very skinny.

Many who have had the misfortune of seeing RJ describes her as 'nightmare inducing'. Many have tried to hit her on their first encounter but their hand would just go through her body and she would grin a sharp-toothed grin and tilt her head, making her neck crack slowly and loudly to make them more terrified of what she could do and what she is. Her teeth are sharp and surprisingly white and clean. Her gums are an inky black color that makes her grin oh so much more terrifying to witness.

RJ has a slit on her neck, as if someone cut her neck wide open ear to ear, she is mute because of this injury and speaks to her employers using sign language or she speaks to them from inside their own minds, which has driven several insane. It does not bleed, in fact it looks like a decaying, rotting wound. Black, with hints of green and maggots inside it. She doesn't seem to mind though, according to many. "She seems almost..i don't know..at peace with them.."-Loki Cypher

### Outfit

RJ wears a muddy, ripped and bloody white button up shirt, with a black corset and tight black dress skirt. She has only one stiletto heel on her left foot, the other has no shoe. She has a engagement ring on her ring finger with a large shard of glass as the jewel, she also has a stainless steal ring on her thumb with a blood red ruby. She wears a black lace choker with a shard of glass in the middle to hide her sliced throat but...some people get to curious and take it off, only to not be seen again from anyone the next days. Her outfit stays the same, in any form she takes, any shape and size, her clothes obey her body shape after all...it *is* what she died in.

## Personality

> RJ is very blunt and straightforward, she shows little to no emotion unless it is absolutely necessary for her to show something. Her resting face always looks cold, calculating, almost as if she's sitting in wait for something to come, and 90% of the time, whatever she was waiting for *does* come. However, if her employer requests she be more human-like, she will mimic their emotions, but double the intensity. If they feel mad, she will feel enraged, if they feel sad, she feels hopeless, if they are happy, she is over the moon and so on and so forth.
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> She has a very low tolerance for disrespect from anyone, no matter who they happen to be. If they are a king, a lord, a god. It matters none to her. She won't tolerate the disrespect, especially if it's charged towards her employers. She becomes unreasonable and threatening of anything apart from respect is charged towards her masters.
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> She appears generally numb to everyone except her master, they get to see her truly relaxed...if they allow her to stick around long enough. She is not very sweet, considerate or kind, but she does her job of protecting who she needs too very well, and that's what she cares about. When she does show any expression, they are dramatic and exaggerated because she is not used to showing anything.
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## Backstory

Rylie-jean was born into a well off family, her father was a lawyer and her mother was a judge. She would often hear them brag over putting people who deserved it away for good, and she enjoyed hearing them talk about their days. It made her happy to know that they wanted to tell her about what they did...until it didn't. They had high hopes of her becoming a lawyer or a judge and be as successful as they were, but she didn't find that interesting, not enough to do at least. She wanted to be a singer, an entertainer..

Her parents disproved of the career she wanted and kicked her out, holding her stuff away from her claiming "we bought it, so it all belongs to us." And she didn't try and fight it, she just wandered the city, looking for a small, cheap hotel to stay at. Eventually she found one, and it was only 20 dollars a night! She thought it was an amazing chance and she stayed a night there. As she lied on the lumpy bed, she heard a noise in the closet, a shuffling..then, the closet swung open and a man with salt and pepper hair that stopped at the middle of his back ran at her with a sharp piece of glass. She tried her best to defend herself but he had her pinned to the bed within seconds and he slit her throat. He sat on top of her and watched the light leak from her eyes..then he left..and RJ woke up.

A person with white hair and dark blue eyes stares at her, smiles and introduces himself. "I am Aether." They say slowly. "You are dead." RJ opened her mouth to say something, anything, but no sound came out. Another voice rang around the darkened void she stood in. "Your vocal cords are gone, I tore em out." She looks over and sees the same salt and peppered man staring at her, she looks down at his body and realizes he has no legs..he has a tail, like a genie, as does Aether. She looks down and realizes that she has her legs still..and she sobs quietly, no sound escaping through her mouth. She was dead..Aether told her the basics of being dead. "You may wander, or haunt whomever you wish...just harm no one unless they are a threat to you." She couldn't listen to this and when she tries to walk away, she got teleported to a portal with red marble walls..and black carpeted floors. She was formed next to a crib with a baby boy inside with white hair and big red eyes.

She slowly reached a cold, long finger into the crib and the baby took her finger and squeezed it with intense strength, she quickly pulled her finger away and gasped silently, glaring in anger. Then the door to the room opened and she froze, her anger became fear as a man with long red hair walked in. She quickly opens her mouth to try and explain herself but the man walks through her, to the boy in the crib. "My boy..." He says quietly before picking the child up and walking off with him, leaving RJ alone in the room, mouth open wide. And for months she would sit in the corner of this childs room, glaring in hatred for it, she couldn't place why she hated him, but she did. Until one day the child spoke, pointing at her. He could see her...He asked who she was, but she shook her head, she couldn't tell him. When he got a little older, she taught him sign language and told him her name, finally. "My name is RJ." She signed, and he smiled, signing back. "My name is Zag."

From that day forward something changed in her. She wanted to protect this child, his father clearly wasn't doing it. He was gone for long periods and zags mother wasn't in the best mental state with her second pregnancy. So RJ made it her mission to protect Zag, for as long as he required her too..