ritu arya & she/her / cis woman‷ watch out , rea madan has crash-landed into roswell !! they look 33 age years old and celebrate their birthday on june 8th. they are from new york, reside in tripp’s trailer park are currently working as a technical sergeant. one thing you should know about them is they like to collect mugs
hey everyone ! super excited to be here i’m ina (she/they) 25. you can learn more about my baby rae down below. give this a like and i’ll message you for plots! we can plot here or on discord, either works for me!
stats.
name: rae
age: 33
gender: cis woman
pronouns: she/her
sexuality: queer
occupation: technical sergeant at the walker air force base
hobbies: playing the drums, collecting mugs and scaring kids.
bio.
tw: death, drug addiction.
rae has no memory of her birth parents. she was adopted when she was five by charles madan, a wealthy scholar who was obsessed with finding life in other planets. rae grew up in a loving household, with a father who always encouraged her to follow her passions. rae lived a privileged life and everything she could possibly need but she never much cared about money. despite having access to the best schools rae was homeschooled by her father. from a young age she had trouble socializing so she actually preferred it.Â
when rae was 18 her father passed away leaving her with all his fortune, money rae never touched. after his death rae started traveling around the world because she couldn’t stand to be home without her father, and the other reason was because she wanted to keep searching for life in other planets like her father did. it made her feel close to him. she traveled all around the world to different sites where supposedly strange sightings had taken place.
when she was 20 she joined the air force and started working her way up. despite pretending she doesn’t believe in all the stories the only reason she joined the air force was to try and get closer to the truth. a year ago she was relocated to roswell, new mexico.
rae is an addict. she takes anything she can find but she prefers pills over anything else. despite the fact that it’s been years she hasn’t been able to cope with her father’s death and drugs help her deal with it.
she doesn’t think twice, ever. she acts and then ignores the consequences. she’s built a wall around her and doesn’t let anyone in, afraid that they’ll leave her she prefers to isolate herself so she has nothing left to lose. she’s very quick witter and sarcastic and doesn’t take anything serious.
 she plays the drums, aside from scaring kids, it’s the one thing that brings her joy <3
wanted connections.
we have history together --- okay this one’s a bit tricky because this muse would have to be from new york or they would’ve met in one of rae’s trips. they were together for a while, this person knows rae better than anyone else but after a while things got serious and rae got scared and bolted. she probably still has feelings for them but she doesn’t know how to deal with it.
best friend --- they’re an unlike pair, no one knows how these two get along but they do. rae is very overprotective of them and loves them in her own way.
father/mother figure --- someone older who she can look up to and who makes her feel less alone. someone that can help her when she refuses to ask for help
big sister vibe --- pls give rae a kid that’s the most intense annoying brat ever, she would absolutely love them. they probably remind her of her when she was a teenager. she totally acts if they annoy her but she would die for them, period.
   rae’s ears were buzzing. there was no way of telling if it was due to how loud the music was inside the nightclub, if it was because of the pills and the alcohol in her system, or if it was simply a combination of all those things. they were done with their set. it had been a good one, rae could feel her hands shaking ever so slightly. she had gotten used to it, this always happened after a particularly brutal drum set, it was like all the energy in her body went into the drums and after it was done she was left glitching. she closed her hands into fits until they stopped shaking enough for her to open the door and head outside.
   she wasn’t going to drive back home in this state, she just wanted to get inside her car and rest for a few minutes before going back in. it took her some time to find her car, in the dead of night they all look the same to her. she was surprised the window was down, she could’ve sworn she had locked it with the downs up. without question it she stuck her hand through the window to open the door. she closed her eyes and rested for a few minutes, leaning her head against the steering wheel, causing it to honk once.Â
   the seats felt uncomfortable, and the scent of the car felt off. rae turned her head to the window only to be met with someone’s presence. a beat, and then the realization. “ this isn’t my car, is it? ”
