Rani Clark
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i'm the ghost of a girl that i want to be most – Child of My parents
2 AM, where do I begin. I'm crying off my face again. The silent sound of loneliness wants to follow me to bed.I'm the shell of a girl that I used to know well. Dancing slowly in an empty room can the lonely take the place of you. I sing myself a quiet lullaby. Let you go and let the lonely in, to take my heart again.

 Broken pieces of a barely breathing story, where there once was love, now there is only me and the lonely. Too afraid to go inside, for the pain of one more loveless night. For the loneliness will stay with me, and hold me till I fall asleep.

This is my profile. Hurry up and read it, then go away.

Rani Claire Clark
General Information
Gender: Female, duh
Age: Fifteen
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Eye Color: Changes
Birthday: April 16
Height: 5'8
Weight: I'm not telling, stalker
Address: My home
Occupation(s): Student, Actress, Model
Aliases: None
Family & Friends
Family: Mother: Naomi Marie Clark

Father: Martin Clark Brother: Timmy Clark

Friends: None
Relationships: None
Enemies: A lot of people
Other Information
Interests: Fantasy Novels
Education: Los Angeles School of Arts
Talent: Acting, Modeling
Role-playing Information
First appearance: Birth
Last appearance: My horrible Death
Portrayer: --Theawesomeperson202 (talk) 19:22, July 27, 2013 (UTC)


  • Hair Color: Dark Brown/Black
  • Eye Color: Changes
  • Trademark: My hair

Shut up and listen. I look like any other bitch. I have thick, dark brown, almost black, hair that is above my waist, but below my shoulders. My eyes change color. I have fair, light skin. I don't care about having a perfect look, because I have more important things to worry about.

What I wear doesn't matter. I only wear things that conceal me and are comfortable. I don't care about the costumes that I have to wear on TV. At least they're clothing.


Naomi Marie ClarkEdit

My foster mother. A bit too perky. Acts like the most spoiled person ever. Don't like her. Doesn't like me.

Martin ClarkEdit

My foster father. Always too busy, with his work. Don't like him.

Timmy ClarkEdit

My little foster brother. He gets me. I like him.


I was born on April 16, 1998 in Los Angeles, California. Right after I was born, I was given to another family because my mother could not take care of me. The Clarks. A very rich, but spoiled couple. The wife never liked me. The husband was the one who wanted me. A year after they got me they recieved another baby from another mother. Timothy, or Timmy. He's my only friend. In grade school, the Clarks sent me to an elite boarding school for intelligent youngsters. In middle school, I went to Anderson Middle School and was valedictorian. Once I was a freshman in high school, I auditioned for a prime-time teen fantasy show. I got the part. So now I do other fantasy shows as well. Apart from that, I spend time researching my birth and trying to find my real birth mother. That's it. That's my life up until now.


I am told that I'm sarcastic, blunt and stubborn. I really don't care. I know I can threaten a lot sometimes, but that doesn't matter. I hate stupid twits. And annoying bums and spoiled brats.


No one.


  • My name means "My song;my joy"
  • My foster ancestors are from England.
  • I love coffee.
  • I'm a sophomore.
  • I love fantasy.
  • I used to have imaginary friends.
  • I like to hurt bullies.
  • I never would hurt an innocent person. Physically or Verbally.
  • I love the night. I'm a night owl.
  • I like listen to Avril Lavigne and t.a.t.u.
  • I love the winter.


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