DELAROSA-NEWALU, Reyna

[Reyna Newalu]

reyna xiomara delarosa-newalu
thirty-three :: march 15th, 1980
Centre for the Control of Abnormalities Liaison


A P P E A R A N C E

Eyes: Large, expressive almond shaped eyes in a dark chocolate brown framed by thick black lashes. Eyes are called the windows to the soul and Reyna’s are definitely that. Emotions run through them and someone familiar with her can easily tell what she is thinking or feeling simply by looking into her eyes.
Hair: A brown-black that she occasionally gets highlights in. It falls in thick layers to her mid back. Its natural tendency is to curl so she blows it out or flat irons it to get the straight shiny locks that she wears on a daily basis. Most days she wears it pulled back in a bun or a ponytail for a more professional appearance.
Height: 5’8”
Build: Reyna is long and lean with tight muscles and not an ounce of fat on her. She loves running and going to the gym and also enjoys going out to clubs to dance.
Style: Reyna’s wardrobe is split along the lines of her life. At work she wears fitted suits, pencil skirts, blouses and jackets in neutral colors. Her hair is usually pulled back and she wears minimal makeup to keep a professional appearance. But when she’s off the clock, she tosses those clothes away and loves to wear bright colors, jewelry, and let her hair down. She is proud of her figure and has no problem displaying it to the best of its advantage when she is out clubbing but during the day she is mostly found in skirts and tops of bright colors and slightly clingy material. And high heels. Reyna loves sexy heels and wears them all the time.
Other: She has a small tattoo of a rosemary flower in a place that not too many have seen.
Play By: Erica Cerra

P E R S O N A L I T Y

Strengths:
Driven – From a very young age, Reyna was encouraged to succeed in everything she did. She enjoys competition and strives to do the best in everything that she tries. This drive has helped her in her career; becoming a field agent at a young age and maintaining a stellar catch record for Dangerous Abnormals while balancing a home life and raising her young daughter. She wants the best career and to be the best mother she can.
Passionate – Reyna is as passionate as she is driven. Because she feels so passionately about so much, sometimes she can see a bit intense. She loves completely, hates completely, desires completely, and so much more. She always gives everything she has, which is why she has had her heart broken several times.
Intelligent – There is no doubting her level of intelligence. She is fluent in three languages, skilled in math, and studied forensics and law. She loves puzzles and riddles and was the best field agent when it came to tracking and uncovering abnormal and their criminal behavior. Reyna likes to think ahead and tries to keep at least two steps ahead of everyone else. She thinks fast on her feet and can spot a problem long before most people can.
Flexible – In more ways than one. Physically, Reyna studied ballet for many years and has maintained that trim physique and flexibility that all dancers have. She has found this to be useful in both her professional and personal life. She is also mentally flexible, able to adjust and change with a situation as it is occurring. She is able to sense when change is needed and adapt in order to keep going.
Weaknesses:
Bad Boys – Ever since she was young, Reyna has had a thing for the bad boy types. She is wildly attracted to men with self-confidence and the Bad Boy types have it in spades. Something about them makes her forget commonsense and indulge in her passionate side. She knows she can’t change them and doesn’t really want to but they always end up breaking her heart. Even after she got pregnant and left to deal with it on her own, her taste in men has always been questionable. It has led to her to keep any prospective man as far from her daughter as possible so when the inevitable occurs, Gabriella isn’t confused over why the man in mommy’s life is gone.
Blunt – She isn’t known for sugar-coating anything. Reyna tends to say what’s on her mind and be completely honest about it. Don’t ask her opinion on something if you really don’t want it. The only exception is her daughter, Gabriella. No matter what, Gabi will always get a softer answer.
Stubborn – Reyna hates being wrong, but getting her to admit it is downright impossible. Once she’s made up her mind getting her to change it is harder than bending a brick wall. When you have irrefutable proof that she is wrong, she will still find a way that she could be slightly right just so she doesn’t have to be all the way wrong.

Likes:
Order
Colorful anything
Red wine
“Bad Boys”
High heels
Fast cars
Puzzles
Dancing
Music
Flowers
Curling up with a good book
Spicy food
Dislikes:
Chaos
Liars
Cheaters
Being wrong
Snakes
Getting over-tired
Surprises
Being tickled
Habits:
Bites her lip when she’s knows she’s about to make a bad decision.
Slips into Spanish and speaks very fast when she’s upset or angry.
Biggest Secret: Her daughter’s father. He left them when she told him she was pregnant and she has not spoken his name to anyone since.
Most Prized Possession: A locket. Inside is a picture of Gabriella when she was born and then the second picture she changes out each year from a shot she takes of Gabi on her birthday.
Reputation: Reyna is all business when she is working. When she was a field agent she known for her determination and methodical approach in tracking down those who threatened to expose the world of Abnormals to general populace. She’s too new in San for them to know much about her other than her stellar field record and the fact she is a hard worker.

Reyna is a mother first and all things else second. She pushes her daughter to strive for excellence in the same way her parents did her, but tempers it with plenty of love and understanding. Those who know her see that loving and caring side of her most.

But when she’s ready to cut loose, Reyna really lets her inhibitions go. That part of her life she keeps away from her daughter and so she feels comfortable engaging in things that she’d rather never have Gabi know about. She enjoys dancing, drinking, and men…and not necessarily in that order. She has never played fast before but after her last heartbreak, decided that attachments were overrated and from now on she was just going to have fun.

T A I N T E D

Ability: Intangibility _ The ability to pass through solid objects with full control. This control is sometimes lost in times of nervousness, fear, etc. The thicker and denser the object however, the slower the action is. ie. It will take longer to pass through a meter thick stone wall than a wooden door.
Beliefs: Reyna’s gift is a secret, only those whom she trusts or need to know for her job are aware of her gift. It isn’t that she is ashamed of it, but rather it assists in her job for people not to know what she can do. Before she understood what she was, Reyna was a bit afraid of her gift as no one else she knew was Tainted.

B A C K G R O U N D

Place of Birth: Barcelona, Spain
Languages: Spanish, French, and English
Family:
Kai Newalu - husband
Gabriella Nicole Delarosa-Newalu – daughter age 11 (December 27th, 2001)
Tahlia Newalu - adopted daughter age 5
Nicole Morand – Maternal Aunt
Miguel Delarosa – Father (no longer in contact with)
Delphine Delarosa – Mother (no longer in contact with)
Paloma Delarosa – Younger Sister (no longer in contact with)
Others of Note: None
Pet(s): Gabriella has a goldfish she named Fluffy and the girls have two cats...Gabi has a Scottish Fold cat named Bernard and Tahlia has a grey cat named Brillo.
History:
My parents met at one of those charity benefit galas that society people have to make themselves feel better about being rich. My father, an attorney, was immediately attracted to the blonde in the silver dress. She was French and a model, and after a very brief courtship, she agreed to marry him and give it all up to be a wife. And eventually, a mother.

When I was born, it was a great disappointment that I was not a son. However, my father refused to allow that to define me and decided that despite not being a boy, he would push me to succeed in the same way he would have expected a son. I guess I should be grateful for the fact my gender did not make me less to him. And truthfully, he was far more interested in me and my success than my mother ever was. She was more interested in being a rich man’s wife and cultivating what that meant.

Eventually my sister Paloma was born and though she too was a girl, my mother had given my father the two agreed upon children and that part of her life was complete. She did love us in her way, but it was more of an afterthought rather than true maternal instinct. We were there when she wanted us and watched after by the nanny when she did not. Our younger years were rather barren of parental contact, limited to brief updates on our successes and failures followed by my father’s encouragement to do better because he knew we could.

Somehow that desire to get praise from our father led to competition between myself and Paloma. Both of us wanted to shine the brightest and we both excelled in all we attempted because of the idea that failure was not an option. Even so, our interests began to diverge as I studied dance and she studied music. Ballet became my life. The movement, the grace, the beauty of it. And with Paloma studying the cello, we were perhaps for the first time, able to be sisters without competing. Both of us had found something special at which we excelled and no longer felt the need to prove which one of us was the better daughter.

It wasn’t until I was seventeen that any sign of me being different happened. It was very strange as one morning when I woke up, I was under my bed. I had no idea how it happened except I was very exhausted the night before and must have rolled off the bed and back under it. I dismissed the incident and never told anyone. But then, it happened again. I admit, in the beginning I found it funny that my sleep was so deep I did not even notice hitting the floor and rolling under the bed. But then something more dramatic happened.

Paloma always found it funny to try to jump at me and surprise me and one morning as I left my room to head downstairs, she jumped out and yelled. I was indeed surprised and sprang back, but instead of hitting the wall, I passed right through it and landed on my bottom on the other side. My sister screamed, having just seen me disappear through a solid wall, and ran for my parents. I didn’t know what had happened exactly but I knew it wasn’t normal. But despite my fear of what had happened, I told parents she was mistaken and I had just fallen through the open doorway, not through a wall. Paloma insisted she knew what she had seen but with no evidence of it, my version was accepted.

The experience let me more shaken than I’d ever admit, along with a lot of questions. The biggest one being, how did I do that? And it also made me question that maybe I wasn’t just rolling off the bed and under it. To be sure, I borrowed a friend’s video camera and set it up to record me as I slept. It took several nights but finally one morning I woke up under the bed. I remember my hands shaking as I reviewed the tape and watched for the first time what really happened. I had actually recorded myself sinking through the bed to the floor below. I immediately ran to the bathroom and threw up.

This was something no one could know about. My parents wanted me to be the best, but not different. Such a thing would have me sent to a number of specialists to be tested and observed and poked and prodded. No, I had to keep it a secret. Which meant I needed to learn to control it. Especially as I was headed off to University and the last thing I needed was to draw additional attention to myself there in that manner.

As always, I excelled academically in University. I studied forensics and law, thinking about following in my father’s footsteps. I also secretly worked on my newly discovered talent, trying to learn to control it. Thankfully all instances in which I lost control were unobserved by anyone else or able to be brushed off as “you must have seen that wrong.” Or so I thought at the time. I wasn’t looking to show off what I could do, I wanted to keep it a secret. But I did find out that there were others who had abilities beyond normal, an abnormality in their genes that created an ability beyond that of an average person. At least I knew I wasn’t alone.

I dated a lot in university but nothing really serious until my third year. I met and fell for Bad Boy #1. He was handsome, popular, and exactly the wrong kind of guy to fall for. So, of course I immediately did. I seemed to be fatally attracted to men who have an overinflated sense of self-importance. I think it’s the confidence they have, actually, that turns me on so. Men who are comfortable being themselves even if it’s not the most accepted way to be. And with Bad Boy #1, it was all fire and passion.

Even trying to keep his attention and a relationship going, I knew better than to let any of my grades slip. Perhaps that was what started the crack between us, the fact that I was better than him in classes. Or maybe it was never meant to be in the first place and I had fooled myself into thinking he cared. I’m pretty sure it’s the latter. But when the pregnancy test came back positive, I didn’t know what to do except tell him. Even as scared as I was, I had not even thought it possible that he would do what he did. He acted like it would all be okay, that we’d figure it out together. And then the next day…he was gone.

Eventually I had to tell my parents I was pregnant. They were not very understanding about it. A child would ruin my career, my chances at being more than just average. They wanted me to get rid of it and it didn’t matter how. I was horrified. This was my baby, a life growing inside of me. And I needed to protect it. I left home that day and have never been back. They cut me from their lives as easily as I cut them from mine. Even Paloma sided with them, telling me it was foolish to keep a child of a man who didn’t even want me. I think my heart broke more from their betrayal than his.

It was my last semester at University and I was still determined to graduate. The baby would not arrive until the end of the year and I had plenty of time before then to get ready. It was then I was approached by a recruiter for a governmental agency known as the Centre for the Control of Abnormalities. It seems I had caught their attention with my high scores and field of study. But somehow, they also knew of my special talent. It seemed they were recruiting those like me for a special unit inside the CCA and thought I was a perfect candidate. I had no other prospects and they were fine with the fact I was pregnant. As long as I didn’t do any less than someone without a child, they didn’t care how many kids I may have. I immediately signed up and after graduation, moved to Paris for training at the main headquarters.

I lived with my aunt, Nicole. She was my mother’s sister and as opposite from my mother as you could get. Nicole was the only family who agreed with me to keep the baby and without her help, I could have never have done it. Training at the CCA while pregnant was not easy and having a newborn while doing it would have been impossible. My maternity leave was only for one month and then I would have to return to work. But when the day of my daughter’s birth arrived, my whole world changed.

I named her Gabriella Nicole Delarosa. Her middle name was for my aunt who gave us shelter. She was perfect in every way and I wanted to protect her from the world. They had been training me for field work but I was a mother now and didn’t want to be away from my daughter all that much. They moved me into the forensics lab where I could put my skills to work without having to risk my life. It’s also where I met Bad Boy #2.

Dating in the workplace is never a good idea. But he was everything that attracted me and technically he was in a different department so when he asked me out, I said yes. I didn’t tell him about Gabi until we had been seeing each other for a few months. Unfortunately the idea I was a mother turned him off completely and the next thing I knew, he no longer returned my calls and was dating someone new. I cried over a bottle of wine with Aunt Nikki and decided that next time, I would know better than to date someone I worked with.

By the time I was 23 and Gabi was two, lab work had lost its appeal. I was feeling the need to go further in my career but worried about what it would mean for my daughter. When a field position opened up, I was encouraged by my superiors to apply and I really wanted to. Aunt Nikki knew that the only thing holding me back was worrying about Gabi and how field work might affect her. But she helped me see that despite the crazy schedule that can come with field work, with her help Gabi would not feel neglected.

I found field work extremely rewarding. I was But I was still able to work fairly normal shifts and be a mother as well as an agent. During this time I was partnered with Bad Boy #3, and despite my resolution to not date someone I worked with, I fell in love again and we did what we could to keep our relationship a secret. And for a while it seemed the perfect situation; I worked alongside the man I loved during the day and still got to come home and be with my daughter each night. Except when the work ran over, but with Nikki, I didn’t worry about Gabi as much. Unfortunately since my nights were for Gabi, I didn’t realize for a while that his nights were for everyone else. It ended badly and once again, I was left crying over a bottle of wine with Aunt Nikki.

At that point, relationships came and went. My attraction to Bad Boys left me with a propensity to get my heart broken. Aunt Nikki says I must have a strong heart to take as much beating as it has. I devoted myself to raising my daughter and my work, becoming a top field agent in only two years. It was another two years before I was given a lead agent position in Rouen, in charge of all the agents in the province. I was the youngest person to earn that position and I was very proud to have done so. Except for one thing…being the head of the field office was actually longer hours than I was used to. And time with my daughter was slipping away. One day when I had to call and make yet another excuse as to why I could not be present for something happening in her life, I realized I didn’t care about the honors of the job any more. I wanted to be a mother first, agent second. And somehow that had gotten mixed up. I immediately put in for a position change.

It took six months before they realized I was serious about changing positions or leaving the CCA. Finally I was approved for a Liaison position with the Saraneth Academy. I knew of the school, having chased down several of their ‘graduates,’ but I wasn’t sure how well I would adapt to an office position. But the school was nothing like what I expected and the students were varied and quite interesting. I understood why both the school and the CCA exist, and how they work together. My job has one huge benefit…I am home every night and never have to work weekends.

With my priorities back in order, things are looking brighter than ever. And as for those Bad Boys? I’m avoiding them if possible. After dealing with numbers 4-6, I think I can say I’ve reached my fill. It’s time for a change and as long as I can keep that part of my life separate from Gabi, I see no reason to not indulge in a little bad behavior so long as there are no consequences. In other words, no more relationships until I’m ready to try again. And that’s probably going to be a long while.

Present: Ever have a perfectly laid out plan that you stand back and smile at right before it goes up in smoke? That was what she had before she got involved with Kai Newalu. It still amazes her at how easily their lives came together and how she can't imagine life without him or Tahlia. She had been so careful trying to make sure he didn't think she was holding on to tight that she almost made the mistake of holding him at arm's length when he didn't want that. She and Gabi had moved in before she had even realized it and just before she moved out so she hadn't overstayed her welcome, he asked her to stay permanently. Reyna would have been fine with just that until one morning when he surprised her by asking her to marry him. After giving him some time to change his mind (he didn't), they wed on Christmas Eve in what Reyna feels was the most perfect wedding ever.
Future: She is currently pregnant with twins, due around August of 2013. They are dealing with this new development, Gabi's feelings of being forgotten because of the new babies, two new kittens they got for the girls, and that's just the beginning. Marriage was just one more step.

O U T O F C H A R A C T E R

Name: Sara
Age: *cough cough*
Gender: Femaaaaale
Location: Florida
RP Experience: Buttloads
Other Characters: Zane Constantine & Keiran Byrne
RP Sample:
“No.”

The man who had been trying to explain why Keiran’s rule of ‘No Tabs’ didn’t make sense stopped midsentence and flushed in frustration. Keiran just blinked his dark eyes at him once and lifted his brows, a sign to all that knew him that he had given his one and final word on the matter and it was foolish to continue. The man might not know Keiran, but he seemed to catch on to his meaning and put his money down on the bar and walked away again. This idiot had kept him from being able to talk to Zane when he had come in after teaching for the day which had already set Keiran against anything the man might say. But then to want to start a tab? Obviously the man was as short on intelligence as he was lacking in height.

The problem was the fact he wasn’t French. It caused him trouble with some of the locals and a few of the tourists as he still had his Irish accent even after all these years. Traveling hadn’t gotten rid of it though it did sound mixed with something else that would definitely set him apart if he went back to Ireland. Which he never planned on doing. But being an Irishman running a French pub rubbed some people the wrong way so Keiran sometimes had a bit of an uphill battle. Mostly they didn’t believe he had the right to tell them they couldn’t do something they wanted to.

He took a deep breath and took the tray at the end of the bar and picked up some of the empties left behind by a few patrons, pocketing the tip money that he’d end up splitting with Claire when she came back off her break. The evening was starting out a bit slow, slower than he’d like. They were still ahead for the week but other than the regulars, the tourists had died down and he wasn’t getting as much influx as he’d like. The pub was always on his mind now, and with good reason. It was his responsibility to keep it running and if he did, then Jeoffri would leave it to him when he passed. It was a long shot and he was trusting an old man who had every right to change his mind, but as Keiran saw it, it was the only way he’d get the pub as no one in their right mind would lend him enough money to buy Jeoffri out.

Keiran walked back behind the bar and placed the glasses and mugs in the sink. He’d do them in a bit and there was definitely no rush as there’d have to be a bus unloading at his front door before he’d have to worry about running out of glassware. And unfortunately, that had only happened once in all the time Keiran had been at the pub and it was only due to the bus actually breaking down and the tourists deciding they wanted a bit of a drink in the early afternoon. It was a shame, really, that Keiran couldn’t figure out a way to get the tours to stop in San. But it was just a little village and nothing that special about it, so the buses just rolled through on their way to bigger cities.

For most people, being a bartender meant being social. Keiran didn’t buy into that. He served drinks, not advice. People could go see their therapist or barber if they wanted advice and see him for when they wanted to forget what it was they wanted advice on. Still, it didn’t stop people from chatting his ear off though all they got in response from him was an occasional grunt of acknowledgement or a twitch of his lips either into a frown or very occasionally, a smile. So it was with the man who sat down at his bar and ordered a whiskey. The man was a regular, the mechanic of the village, and Keiran liked him for the fact he kept his motorcycle running. But today the man was droning on and on about his wife and that was a topic Keiran definitely wanted to steer clear from. So it was with relief he spotted the blonde who ran the florist shop walk in and take a seat at a table.

“Excusez-moi.”

He knew the lady’s drink order, she had the same thing each time she came into the pub. But still, it’d be polite to ask. Not to mention it would get him away from the rather uncomfortable topic of the mechanic’s love life. Keiran didn’t want to know any more about anyone than their name and occupation. Kept from getting attached to them. He had enough in his past to deal with from the tragedy of his youth to his girlfriend walking out on him without notice two years prior. Not to mention his best friend leaving for four years and his sister taking off to see the world. All-in-all…Keiran had decided that the best way to go forward was to not form bonds which hurt when they were broken. It wasn’t a particularly healthy outlook but it worked for him.

“Bonjour, que sera-ce aujourd’hui?”

He was quickly using up his limited French vocabulary. All the time he had lived in the country and Keiran still only had a rudimentary grasp of the language. Mostly because he couldn’t be fussed to learn more than what he needed to do his job and to properly curse. He did rather enjoy cursing in French...seemed to make more of an impact when he did so. Not to mention the words rolled off the tongue rather nicely.

When she ordered, Keiran paused and furrowed his brow at her. Yes, she asked for her usual, but then she asked for a vodka and coke with lime. It was a strange request for two reasons; the first was that she always drunk alone when she came in to The Sticks. The second was the drink she ordered was one he had only heard requested a few times in his life. And all those times had been when Nona, his sister, had ordered it. His mind was running rather fast, trying to figure out what it meant for the woman who drank alone to order two drinks and one of them to be Nona’s strange request. Regardless, his feet took him behind the bar where he prepared the drinks. The hardest part was cutting the lime. He only had one, as it was rarely needed in use at the pub and limes were a bit costly to be chopping up all willy-nilly. The slice he added to the rim of the cup would mean he’d have to buy a new lime the next day.

He picked up the drinks and moved to go deliver them when the mechanic asked him a question. It wasn’t one that needed an answer, the man just wanted someone to listen and his words caught Keiran in his net for a moment as the man complained his wife was surely cheating on him with the butcher. Keiran doubted that, he’d seen the wife and he’d seen the butcher and as far as he could tell, no one would find the butcher attractive enough to cheat with. The wife, on the other hand, was very attractive and probably was cheating. Just…not with the butcher. He murmured that it wasn’t likely and the mechanic finally noticed the drinks in his hands and waved him off. Keiran let out a sigh of relief and started towards the table with the florist.

Just as he was about to get there, the bell on the door chimed and he looked in time to see Zane stepping back into the pub. Keiran set the drinks down on the woman’s table but his attention was completely focused on his friend and wondering why he was back when he had left. But then the big man stepped aside and a small figure came forward in off the street. It took a moment for it all to register and he looked down at the drink on the table, at the florist who was smiling, and then back at a sight he hadn’t seen in quite some time. Nona. One of those rare smiles broke out on his face and he let out a big bellow of a laugh as he rounded the table and crossed the distance between them in a few steps. But before he took her in his arms, Keiran stopped and set his hands on his hips and a most serious look on his face.

“Nona Leigh Byrne. I’ll have you know I had to cut a blasted lime for that stupid drink of yours. So next time you decide to drop in for a drink, how about ordering something normal for a change?”