Post by Slaine O'Harra on Jun 14, 2013 1:21:03 GMT -5
Slaine O'Harra
[/u] being. Wolf form or human form. She is caring and sympathetic and will lend a helping hand (paw) if need be. It doesnt matter the gender... or even race.biological informationSlaine Honor O'Harra:
Nickname: Laney or Lane
Alias(es): The beautiful beast
Gender: Female
Orientation: Heterosexual
Age: Twenty- Two
Date of Birth: July 21
Marital Status: Single
Place of Birth: Arc city
Race: Werewolf
Occupation: Just... Around
Physical Appearance:
When she isn't casted in fur, her natural skin color is pale. She is often mistaken as the typical vampire. Her skin is very light and practically impossible to tan under the sun. Aside from her light skin, she has quiet a few other attributes that magnify her beauty. Starting with her auburn hair, she keeps it constantly colored. Her natural hair color is something only her family has seen. A light blonde, which she absolutely despises.
Her other features which define her would be her eyes and body type. Blue eyes are what she sees through. And a slim figure is what people see her as. Her legs and arms are thin. The only muscles she obtains while in human form is really not much. Not enough to make cuts on the surface. Her stomach and chest are also small. Despite her age and already gone through normal human puberty, her chest didn't have much development. She is a rather small human girl, which is one reason why she is grateful for her other form.~~~~~~~~~~
As for her other form? She embraces the power she was given. Like most traditional werewolves, she posses many wolf-like features. Tufts of thick fur, fangs and power paws that have sharp claws. Her head and neck, a stripe on her stomach and half of her arms, and lastly the top half of her bushy tail are where most of her thick fur resides in a cream tan color. Where the thick fur doesn't grow, the remaining of her body is short white fur. Her eyes also remain the same color of blue.
Her colors aren't on her side when it comes to blending in, but in makes up for her agility. Her human form and even her were form are thin and athletic. Although, unlike her human side, her were side has noticeable muscles and outlines of her underlying power. Her most noticeable feature as a werewolf is her magnificently large curled tail. It's great for beauty and protection.
Celebrity Claim:Evanna Lynchspecial abilitiesPowers:
Shifting - Like most, she has the ability to control; at most times, her shifting from human to werewolf.
Enhanced Senses - She may not be great with using her body strength. But her mental strength is well above the average werewolf.
Enhanced Sixth Sense - She loves the ability to see her past relatives. Maybe some more than others.
Superhuman Speed – Due to the way she carries her self. She is very light on her toes, this makes her very fast and quick to respond.
Superhuman Durability –Luckily for her, she was able to obtain the strength due to mny, many training sessions while growing up.
Regeneration - She is able to heal form most injuries. Aside from injuries that are too deep or obtained by silver.
Stamina– She does not give up! Her natural urge to keep going goes hand and paw with her determination.
Pack Mind – Without words, she can still communicate with her family. Sometimes it's a good thing. But at times they intrude on her thoughts.
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Skills: She has amazing speed and agility. It comes with most weres, but due to her lack of muscles, like others, she has trained in other ways.
Personal Possessions: She treasures and wears a crystal attached to a white gold chain around her neck every day of her life. Even while she is in her werewolf or wolf form.
Weapons and Equipment: She doesn't have any weapons aside her her sharpened claws.
Limitations: She can be mentally tempered with easily. Going after her family or pride. Either you hit the "break down and cry" button, or the "shut the fuck" one. As for items, silver is her natural weakness. Don't you read your history books?psychoanalysisPersonality Description:
The possitive side of her is one that others would like to see. Not that she is a killing machine. She is a very caring and sweet natured person. It doesn't matter what form she is in. When surrounded by her pack family, she is what most would call the omega. She is the bottom ranking, and her progession is very slow. Due to her natural need to care and be gentle, she doesnt take well to the fighting aspects. Most people come to her for comfort and reassurance. Her way with words allows her to get break through with some of the most mentally stubborn of characters. One of the advantagesshe has in her pack, is that most of the time the killing doesn't have to be a struggle. She lures in most of the kills to prevent being caught in the act. Despite her slow progression in the pack, she is a very determined to please and to prove to everyone that she isn't going to be the omega forever. Even if it does mean to kill, which she would rather not do.
Her emotions also do have a turning for the worst. When one decides to let her in and let her get close. The moment they turn her away as a piece of scrap. She won't take to it lightly. She believes in being treated as one would like to be treated. She is very spiteful and resentful, she will in return treat you llike the piece of shit you decided to be. Her aggressive side is hard to follow. She may use her words, or she may use her teeth and claws. She can use words that can make one scream on the inside, she stores information that is said to her. She will not hesitate to use it as a weakness. Then when it comes to her teeth and claws, she is very light with movement. Tactful and devious. Depending on what has driven her anger, she can often times be very sadistic and shut of her feelings that make her care. This has only happen very few times in her life.
Strengths:
- She has been known in her family to lure and bring in victims with her charm. She is light with her words. She knows how to flatter one to the point making them not realizing they are in a life threatening situation.
- Even thought she may be shy at times, when it comes down to it, she is a very determined person, or wolf. She makes goals and she does not finish until they are completed.
- It may not going in with the typical werewolf traits, but she is a very gentle and caring
[/li][li]When it comes to words, she is a very witty thinker. She can sweet talk her way out of a situation, or even possible just confuse the living day put of them. What ever the case may be, she can think of appropriate words in a snap.[/i][/li][/ul]
Weaknesses:
- A standard weakness that comes with every werewolf is the weakness to silver. Any sort of penetration to the skin with silver may permanently cause damage to the skin, regeneration is not possible with contact to the skin.
- When she is in her human form or werewolf form, there is not telling how her emotions can come into play. One minute she may be happy and fine, the next she will not hesitate to snap your neck.
- Her prized possession is her necklace. The moment someone tries to even remotely take it, she will turn around and make sure you don't do it again. She is highly protective over it, over reasons that are in her history .
- When treated poorly or unfairly, she becomes very resentful. Even when someone tries to make right with her, she is hard to let things go. IT may not be the best thing in a negotiation situation.
- When in social gatherings of situations, like school, a pack meal, she is a very shy. It may not seem like much, but because of this she has missed several opportunities of mental progression or climbing up in rank in her family.
Fear/s: The dark, disappointing her family, being kicked out of the pack, loosing her necklace.
Goal/s:Becoming a high rank, making her family proud, may even one day be good enough to be recognized by the O'Connor mob.[/blockquote]
biography
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Their Story: She had a normal life. A normal family. She was a normal girl. She loved her life. Her mother wasn't the best around, but she was god enough. A bit of a drinking problem, but who didn't now and days? But her father on the other hand was her shoulder to lean on. Arc city wasn't the best to raise a kid. But some how they did. The had home schooled her to protect her. For reasons being, she looked like a vampire. Although she was never bit. Her parents were worried for the longest time. She got mocked when she went out with normal kids. Pale skin, blonde hair, blue eyes. And vampires mocked her because she wasn't one. Her child hood was a bit rough. But that's how life rolled in the Arc city.
One fall afternoon, a few months after her fourteenth birthday. She had already finished her grade nine studies, her mother was passed out on the cough and her father was away for work. She looked out the window. After the last mocking about nine years back, she hardly left the house. A scar on her face reminded her why she never left. She put her hand over the scar. It started by the corner of her eye to under her chin. Some vampires causing her trouble, she always wondered why they didn't just bite her and turn her. She narrowed her eyes at the window. She had grown tired of sitting in the house. That day she stepped off the porch was one of the best decisions she had ever made.
She walked around the streets of Arc, covering her hair with a pull over jacket. She kept her head down, hiding her scar. But the freedom felt so good. The rush flowed through her. She smiled at the sites that had grown over the last nine years. Not noticing her surroundings, she had bumped into a hard shoulder. She fell to the ground like a frail leaf. Her head hit the pavement. Her mind went black.
Some time after, she came too. She was groggy and confused. And she wasn't home. She sat up, another girl in the room. "Hi! I'm Erina!" the girl came to her and shook her hand. Slaine looked at her with confusion. "My name is Slaine... Where am I?" she questioned. "Oh, Slaine! I love your name!" she smiled and sat on the bed with her. The girl had locks of brown, green eyes, an athletic figure and a young teen spirit. "Thank you. Erina, where am I?" she asked again. The girl looked down, "I can't tell you... But what I can tell you is that my... brother, Jacobi, found you unconscious on the ground. He brough you to our home so you can heal. He doesn't like hospitals..." she whispered the last part, as if he was listening in. "Erina! What do you think you're doing?" a male voice entered the room. She looked over the figure. He was tall and muscular, short brown hair and the same green eyes. She had assumed it was the one named "Jacobi". "Oh, Jacobi... I'm sorry! I was just in here watching her for when she would wake up. I was making sure she was okay..." she explained in a hurried manner. He put his hands on his hips and shook his head, "you know father will not be okay with this..."
"I know, I didn't tell her where she was at, though... I didn't think it was that big of a problem" the girl got off of the bed and walked over to him. "Get to your room, now" he pointed outside of the door. She nodded her head and hurried away, making sure to smile and wave at her.
He shook his head, rubbing his eyes with his index finger and thumb. "She is going to endanger us one day..." he muttered under his breath. "How would she do that, she was only helping me..." she added to the conversation. Intrigued by the locational secret. He looked at her, more or less examining her. "Are you a vampire?" he asked. "No... I'm not... I'm just a regular person" she looked down, avoiding eye contact. He walked over to her, lifting her arm and examining further, "are you anything?" she pulled her away in a hurry. "No, I just told you. I'm just a regular human! Aren't you listening?" she spat back at him. He laughed, "my, my, you're defensive" he held his gaze over her. She felt nervous, pulling the blanket put to her chin. "Don't worry... I'm not going to hurt you..." his reassurance was interrupted by a large slam of the door. He turned away with a notion for her to sit still.
A scream came from the other room. This got her attention. Orders were being shouted out. "Medical supplies, go now!" one order was made. She grew concerned and slowly stepped out of the bed. Peering around the door. Her eyes opened wide and she held in a scream. She had never seen one up close. She watched as the scene unfolded. A large beast laid on the floor, heavily breathing. Blood and fur a mess. Others were tending to it, including Jacobi. IT was then she released her breath when the devastatingly hurt beast caught sight of her. It growled deep and snarled. "Who is that?!" a male voice snarled. Jacobi turned in a hurry, "I told you to sit still!" he turned back to the bloodied werewolf. "She was unconscious on the streets. I brought her here to heal... She is just a regular human" the confused werewolf snarled and broke loose of the others grip. "Vearo, no!". Her scream echoed throughout the large home. Jacobi transformed into his own werewolf form, the situation was already a disaster. He went after the pack mate and pulled him off of the freshly bitten girl.
Days later, she woke up in the same room. This time, with a bed side room mate. The male who had bitten her. She began to panic, she knew the consequences of being bitten by a werewolf. She was now cursed with the werwolf blood. Her heart monitor began to rise in fast paced "beeps". The bed mate woke up, and rolled his eyes. "Shut up, you'll be fine..." she turned to him. He lit up a cigarette and puffed on it slowly. "You'll be fine, you're going to be one of us now... You've been bitten into the family..." her heart rate slowed down. She looked at her arm, where she had been bitten, it was gone. No trace of it... She picked up a hand mirror on the night stand next to her. She felt her face, she began to tear. It was gone. That ugly scar was gone. She turned to him, "thank you... thank you so much..."
She didn't feel hateful towards the werewolf. She felt relieved, she was called family. She felt stronger. And most importantly, because of her leaving her home... She had the taste of freedom for the first time in a very long time. And that was something she didn't plan on leaving this home for.rp sampleHer ears laid in dissapointment, she had failed the prime mission, again. All she had to do was reel in a deer while still maintaining her rustic form. She didn't want to go home. She didn't want to go through the ritual of punishment. Even though she is able to heal over time, it's still not something she likes happening to her. Avoiding her pack mind, she was hoping they wouldn't be listening in on her. "I knew I shouldn't have gone after the buck... I never get the, I knew I should have gone with the damn doe." she growled in frustration under her breath. The herd was long gone now. She had lost them when her foot had gotten stuck in an unusually large bramble bush. She turned her head and examined the bloody mess that is now her hind leg.
A cold chill ran past her neck. Her ears perked, "Whose there?" she turned her head left and right, she left a spirit. She just wasn't sure which one. She smiled when she heard a light giggle in the air. "Erina, what are you doing her?" she spoke aloud. 'Watching you while you plan to get you ass out of this situation, you know they won't take lightly to this'
"I know, I know... I just don't know what I'm going to do... They're depending on me"
'Sitting here is not going to help you, Slaine. You need to were up and take it like a pack member' the spirit was right. Then again, this partcular spirit knew her inside and out. "You just don't know how hard it is doing a hunt by yourself. You never realize how much you depend on your pack until they're gone..." she turned and assisted her leg wounds. 'Slaine, don't sit here and stall. Get your shit together, and go home. the concequences will be less severe if you actually return and show up with a hurt pride then not showing up at all. They will come find you, and if you're not dragging something you'll be in deep trouble. Now go home' she lowered her head to the ground. Facing the truth was a gut wrenching feeling. A feeling she didn't like.
On the journey back home, Erina and Slaine caught up. Erina had died several years ago in a hunting incident. While chasing after her prey with the pack, a hunter was near by. A silver arrow had pierced her chest. Slaine took this death particularly hard, as Erina was the first member of this pack she had become close with. Like a sister. "How is the spirit pack treating you?"
'Well, enough. Just watching over you guys and making sure we don't screw up when guiding you lost little puppy dogs.' they shared the laughter. The laughter then faded when she reached the gates of the pack home. 'Good luck, Slaine. I'll be with you later', the cold chill dispersed as she pushed through the gates.
She walked up the steps to the three story home. A rock sitting in her gut. She stalled as the sun slowly began to fall under the mountain side. She scratched at the door in a certain pattern that the guards would be able to recognize. They opened the door and stepped aside, "That's an awfully big catch, there, Slaine." one of them joked. She growled, "shut up..." the two mocked her as she walked away to the main chamber. The stairs split up to the second floor. In between the stair cases was a large duel door. The door was heavy to push open, well more so than usual. Immediately, she was called out. "Slaine! Where is your catch?!" a deep voice howled over the room. she stumbled over her thoughts, "I... I lost it. I tried to get the buck, but I missed my catch. I got stuck-"
"SILENCE" . She stifled her sentence. "Connor, Jacobi. Punish her." two henchwolves that sat on both sides of him nodded and stood up. She stood still in fear. She could tell the scent was pouring out of her.
After the beating, she had several new wounds. Scratches and bites over her body. "Now leave to your chamber" he demanded. She nodded and shifted into her human form. The loss of clothing when shifting was something every member of the pack was use to. She walked out bare skinned and bleeding. She held onto her crystal as she made her way up to the third floor. She heard whispers as she passed fellow pack mates.
Finally reaching her room she closed the door and locked in behind her. Her room was rather luxurious. A full sized bed, bay window and a full vanity mirror with dresser. She sat on the bay window sill, looking outside at the night sky.. the moon was half. It would be soon before they all transformed at once. the same cold chill passed her, 'Slaine... Are you okay?' she asked. The pale girl shrugged, "I'll be fine. It was going to happen eventually." she hadn't bothered to clean up the blood yet. She just felt like sitting there, letting the wounds sink in with her disappointment. The silence between them was heavy. Neither of them knew what to say. Instead she just laid on her window sill. Knowing she was being watched over by Erina.behind the scenesYour Nickname: XaneA little birdy told me ;3 .
How long have you been RPing? 9-10 years on and off.
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