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Character Name: Ralene Scarborough (eventually Larxene)
Series: Kingdom Hearts CoM
Age: 22

Physical Description: Petite, curvy, and blonde, Ralene is the object-of-drool of many a boy on the slummy side of the street. And on the sunnier side of the street as well, for that matter. With her big eyes the color of clear water, her ample endowments, and her flaxen hair, she's quite the little buxom beauty. Usually seen dressed scantily in dark colors, mesh, and tight tops, it's no wonder she's loathed by most of her competition. They just know they don't stand a chance...

Personality: Ralene is a Class-A Five-Star Champeen Bitch Extraordinaire. Cold, aloof, standoffish and curt, she burns with a word and cuts with a touch. Don't be fooled by the sweet way she can bat her eyelashes at you--she'll bite your hand long before you can lay it on her. Spoiled by the rich life, Ralene drifts to the dark side of town to get her yayas out...taunting the poor boys and teasing the vendors. She's still a virgin, though--but she'll never admit to it. In all truth, the Bitch-Act is just that--an act. Her true personality is much milder than her demeanor would suggest; she's actually very kind and ladylike when she wants to be. Tarnished by her early-family life, Ralene's sweetness is buried deep beneath a self-protective layer of nastiness that she rarely removes. She keeps the diamonds of her classy upbringing wrapped in paper and locked away within a wounded heart.

Strengths: A first-rate temptress and a regular vixen, Ralene [almost] always gets what she wants. She bats her big eyes and men fall in her wake; she turns a tiny ankle and the boys are under her spell. But she doesn't really take much pride in that... After all, what good is it to never have to work to have the boys calling? She wishes they weren't all so easy to dupe... She's far more streetwise than the other wealthy girls. Nobody pulls one over on Ralene.

When no one is around, Ralene loves to sing. Trained from an early age as a soprano diva like her mother, she rarely passes up the private opportunity to hum a tune or make up new lyrics to an old favorite song.

Weaknesses: Ralene is, quite frankly, a sucker for a thrill. And that gets her in trouble more often than not. She chases the bad boys, dances with darkness, and flirts with danger. Her day isn't complete without a splash of adrenaline to top off her glass, and she makes no excuses for her behavior. Never able to turn down an invitation from risk, she'll do anything to keep her life interesting. It's all she has left.

History: Born into a wealthy family, Ralene was one of the lucky ones to be raised by her birthparents and loved by her family. She was spoiled plainly rotten as a little girl--the youngest of three sisters, she never wanted for anything. She had a father's love, a mother's teachings, and the warm company of two doting elder sisters. Unfortunately, this picture-perfect existence was too good to last, as was often the fate of families in those days... When Ralene was sixteen, her mother contracted Scarlet Fever, and quickly succumbed to the illness; poor frail thing that she was. Her sister Marina fell prey next...and then her eldest sister Julia as well. Ralene kept waiting to fall by the fever as well...but like the vindictive witch that she was, Karma had other ideas for little Ralene. When the fevers broke, her family broke with them...Ralene was left alone with her blind, crippled father and little hope.

What little hope remained was quickly sifted through her hands. Ordered to burn the linens to rid Scarlet Fever germs from the family belongings, the servants of Ralene's family were careless in the controlled burn. While Ralene was out to retrieve her father's medicine in town, her mansion was burnt to the ground in the process...her Ralene's poor father with it. When she heard news that the big white house on the hill was in flames, she raced home--but alas, it was too late. Her home, her father, her belongings...everything but the clothes on her back and the necklace round her throat was gone.

Ralene's only saving grace was her father's will, and the bank account therein left to her. With the money that remained, she was able to procure a small home near the edge of the better part of town. With little but bare furnishings and a single photo of her family she managed to find in the rubble of the old mansion, Ralene's life had suddenly gone from light and happiness to shadow and resentment. She grew cold, harsh, hateful... The friends she had once been close to shied away from her bitterness, and the callers she had once courted in such blithe and girlish blindness now had nothing to court--after all...who wanted a little rich girl who wasn't rich anymore?

She turned to drugs and alcohol; to walking the streets at night and saving her money by buying her wares with her wiles. She began to hate life and all it stood for, and tried to commit suicide more than a few times, but was never able to follow through. Racked by survivor's guilt, Ralene thought herself wretched and wicked and unfit for love. She twisted her fingers into the hearts of the boys who would love her and then delighted in ripping them from their chests with her cold refusals. She taunted death with thrills--new drugs, dark alleys, even tasting the strange and terrifying tang of 'magic'...diving into dark spiritualism and crystals and blood-rituals.

She began to frighten even herself at times, but her craving to edge closer and closer to the abyss was insatiable...

However, beneath all the layers of hatred and anger still lived the heart of a sad and frighetend little girl who once loved her family and the finer things in life... Perhaps she is too far gone to return to that life of clean and safe...but somewhere within the corners of her soul is a desire to try...