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Fantasy The Cure [CS]
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Selena Zabielski
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i was gone and now I’m back
Name: Veronica Simmons
Nicknames: Ver, Ronnie
Age: 98, but says she's 21
Gender: Cisgender female
Sexuality: Pansexual
Supernatural creature: Vampire
Face claim: Isabella Peschardt
Nicknames: Ver, Ronnie
Age: 98, but says she's 21
Gender: Cisgender female
Sexuality: Pansexual
Supernatural creature: Vampire
Face claim: Isabella Peschardt
Appearance—
Eye color: Brown
Hair color: Brown
Height: 5'7
Weight: 126 lbs
Body type: Slim
Tattoos/piercings:
personality—
Likes (3+): Movies (she still calls them moving pictures), reading, writing, singing, jazz music, dancing
Dislikes (3+): Sports, insects, guns, heights, garlic, summer
Strengths: Ambitious, clever, proud, strong, creative
Weaknesses: Stubborn, envious, quick to anger, manipulative, bossy
in depth—
Personality:
Veronica is a clever and persuasive girl who likes to achieve great things and never gives up once she was a clear goal and a strong motivation. She likes to be in control of everything, and can be quite bossy because of it. She's also known for manipulating and lying to others in order to get what she wants. She's incredibly proud of her intelligence and ability to make up elaborate plans in just a few seconds. She's incredibly strong minded, and takes great pride and what she believes in. Known for taking action and always speaking her mind, she can be quite confrontational when she doesn't agree with someone and is incredibly opinionated in most social, cultural, political and economical subjects. Veronica is also incredibly stubborn, and it is quite hard to make her change her mind or act against her wishes.The girl holds a sharp tongue, and likes to throw one or two well-thought insults every now and then. Sometimes this leads to trouble, but it's worth it. It's important to know that Veronica is cocky and slightly arrogant, especially when she does something right.
While she's an extroverted person, who enjoys spending time with others and getting to know new people, she only considers a few people to be close. Her loyalty is hard earned, but rewarding.Veronica is incredibly loyal to the ones she cares for and turns aggressive when someone hurts the ones she cares for in any way. When it comes to revenge, she's an expert. Her plans are elaborate, delicate and well thought out, and she doesn't like it when the person she was supposed to hurt leaves without any injuries. She cares deeply for her friends and loved ones, and tries her hardest to make sure they're well taken care of and tries to help them with whatever problems they might have. As for romance, she's not a fan of relationships, as she's had bad experiences with those before. Yet, a girl has needs. And she doesn't shy away from a few nights of flirtation and passion every now and then, so long as there's no strings attached.
Biography: Born in America during the the 1920's to an incredibly poor family, Veronica spent her youth being stepped on by the powerful. The ones who believed their life was worth more than hers simply because they were able to flaunt their pristine white skin and beautiful diamonds shining on their immaculate clothing. With her parents struggling to pay the rent and provide for Veronica and her four siblings, she decided to get a job, to help both her family and herself in those horrible times. It wasn't easy, but she was able to become the assistant of Barbara King, a renowned jazz singer, whom she admired deeply. The woman taught her to read, write, dance, and how to sing- claiming it was because she saw Veronica as a daughter. When she turned 21, Barbara told her she wanted to take her on tour, to show her off in clubs and bars and get recognition. And the ambitious Veronica, eager to escape from her life of poverty and convinced she was destined for something greater, accepted.
Unbeknownst to her, she was a vampire, who only wanted her to turn her and have an assistant for life.
She was turned, but not to Barbara's advantage. Eager for her first kill after turning, Veronica turned on her and took her life. After a year of getting used to being a vampire, Veronica was ready to continue her music career. Her looks, talent and charisma made her an instant star. It was, however, a bittersweet fame. She knew it couldn't last, if she became too famous, there was a chance people would notice she didn't age after a few centuries, and then she would likely be hunted down or forced into hiding. So, she reluctantly left it all behind. Spending the next twenty years as a factory worker, then turned to playing smaller gigs at rundown bars and small parties, only to pay the bills. It was then when she finally found love, in the form of a handsome man known as Stephen. She married, but couldn't bear to watch her husband grow older as every year went by, and she remained as young as beautiful as always. After he passed away, Veronica began looking for a cure to her vampirism. Damning her immortality for keeping her from loving or pursuing her dreams.
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The warm light made her face radiate with joy, filling her with the most delicious of nervous rumblings in her stomach. It was the year 1944, in the city of London, England. With the dread of the bombings filling the air as the horrible war raged on all around Europe. These were trying times, with midnight bombings happening almost every night and the fear of the third reich echoed inside of every man, woman and child. Still, people tried to continue with their daily lives, keeping morale as high as possible as the sound of the bombs and news of lost battles came in night after night. Veronica had come to Europe during a horrible time, but she was glad to be there. It was, after all, her job as a performer to entertain the poor people of London as they witnessed their cities being destroyed right under their noses. The bar she was working at, the Sleeping Hound, was busier than usual, much to Veronica's delight.
It was her dream to perform in front of so many people, so share her beautiful voice with fellow music-lovers at least once. Her vampirism had taken away her dreams of fame and fortune, but that didn't mean she had to leave the stage. Despite everything, the war, the suffering, the nightmares and the horrors of man's violence against man, Veronica couldn't think ever being this happy. As she sang, she felt invisible. Like she could bring down the large planes and enemy blimps by only using her voice. Her singing filled the bar, and Veronica focused her hardest to hit the right notes. Closing her eyes in concentration and letting the music guide her, she didn't even notice the frantic footsteps of people leaving the bar, nor did she notice when the band stopped playing and dropped their instruments on the wooden floor. When she opened her eyes, she was met with an empty bar, and the sounds of the oh-so-familiar alarm warning the citizens to run for cover, as another attack was coming.
"Every goddamned night," Veronica muttered, climbing down from the stage and gathering her belongings. It was a shame, the Nazis couldn't have come a few seconds later. At least until the song ended, just so she could hear the claps of the audience and seen the admiration in the costumer's faces.
"You did wonderfully, doll," came the voice of a stranger. Startled, Veronica turned around to face the owner of said voice. Who turned out to be a woman, who looked to be around her age. Wearing dirty clothes and barefoot. It was clear she was no aristocrat, and it was very likely she'd come to the bar hoping a costumer would be kind enough to give her some money.
"You don't care about the bombings?" Veronica asked.
"Naw, I would much rather stay here see what the others left. You don't seem to care either, care for a bite?" The woman replied, hanging the loaf of bread she'd stolen from one of the tables. Angry, frustrated, and thirsty, Veronica smiled and nodded. Taking a few steps towards the woman before roughly grabbing her by the neck and stabbing her fangs into her throat. Draining the innocent woman from her life as the sound of the bombs falling edging her on. The orange lights of the bombings and the fires that followed coming in through the bar's windows, perfect for Veronica's new performance.
It was her dream to perform in front of so many people, so share her beautiful voice with fellow music-lovers at least once. Her vampirism had taken away her dreams of fame and fortune, but that didn't mean she had to leave the stage. Despite everything, the war, the suffering, the nightmares and the horrors of man's violence against man, Veronica couldn't think ever being this happy. As she sang, she felt invisible. Like she could bring down the large planes and enemy blimps by only using her voice. Her singing filled the bar, and Veronica focused her hardest to hit the right notes. Closing her eyes in concentration and letting the music guide her, she didn't even notice the frantic footsteps of people leaving the bar, nor did she notice when the band stopped playing and dropped their instruments on the wooden floor. When she opened her eyes, she was met with an empty bar, and the sounds of the oh-so-familiar alarm warning the citizens to run for cover, as another attack was coming.
"Every goddamned night," Veronica muttered, climbing down from the stage and gathering her belongings. It was a shame, the Nazis couldn't have come a few seconds later. At least until the song ended, just so she could hear the claps of the audience and seen the admiration in the costumer's faces.
"You did wonderfully, doll," came the voice of a stranger. Startled, Veronica turned around to face the owner of said voice. Who turned out to be a woman, who looked to be around her age. Wearing dirty clothes and barefoot. It was clear she was no aristocrat, and it was very likely she'd come to the bar hoping a costumer would be kind enough to give her some money.
"You don't care about the bombings?" Veronica asked.
"Naw, I would much rather stay here see what the others left. You don't seem to care either, care for a bite?" The woman replied, hanging the loaf of bread she'd stolen from one of the tables. Angry, frustrated, and thirsty, Veronica smiled and nodded. Taking a few steps towards the woman before roughly grabbing her by the neck and stabbing her fangs into her throat. Draining the innocent woman from her life as the sound of the bombs falling edging her on. The orange lights of the bombings and the fires that followed coming in through the bar's windows, perfect for Veronica's new performance.
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By blood a queen, in heart a clown
Name: Jayson McArthur
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Supernatural Creature: Werewolf
Face Claim: Theo James
Eye Color: Dark Brown
Hair Color: Brown
Height/Weight: 6 ft tall/ 175 lbs
Body Type: Athletic
Tattoos/Piercings/Etc: NONE AT ALL
Likes: swimming, rain storms, nature walks & car rides
Dislikes: crowds, chocolate, cats (particularly that stray that lives in his neighbors' back yard)
Strengths: Fiercely loyal to those he considers allies. Stupidly brave. Dexterous.
Weaknesses: Easily distracted, short tempered, stubborn, argumentative...
Personality: Jay used to be kind & empathetic. He was sweet and often the voice of reason for his pack. His Alpha in turn saw him as prude, and teasingly called him so. But they had respect for Jay. They were a family. Jayson kept his pack's humanity. He wholeheartedly believed killing humans was wrong. That was, of course, until hunters killed his pack and severely wounded him. After their death, Jay became a recluse. Survivor's guilt lead to a fixation on vengeance. His anger & passion burned bright hot but fizzled as soon as he ripped out the throat of the guilty party. Now... he's a shell of his former self.
Bio: Jay is tormented by hallucinations of his family, blaming him for not saving them. As much as he knows this is not how they would've felt he can't help the guilt.
Two years ago, Jayson was happy. Or as happy as person who's entire body breaks at least once a month can be. He'd been with his pack, lead by his older brother Nate, all of his life. They taught him how to deal with the pain that comes with being what he is, they taught him to hunt and survive off the land. And most importantly, they taught him how to live with himself after he murdered a child-- when Jay himself was a young cub learning the extremities of his powers. While there were times Jayson wished for a "normal" life, he knew this would never be and so he fell content with what he had. That is, until one fateful night.
Hunters had been tracking his pack, holy men hellbent on erasing the "abominations" from the face of the earth. When Jayson stepped into the farm house his brother had inherited from their parents his jaw dropped. His family's blood painted the walls and the artists still wielded their brushes. Jay barely escaped with his life, fleeing after taking silver to his knee, abdomen and back. He didn't think he'd survive. When he made it to the road, he leant against a tree- panting out what he believed were his last breaths. He could hear the nearing footsteps behind him just as headlights flashed before him. The silver burned and his heart tugged at him to go back for his brother... even though Jay knew Nate was gone. And that's when something in Jayson... snapped. He stepped into the street, the nearing headlights came to a screeching halt. A young woman hurriedly exited the car, her worried stare and questions of concern fell on deaf ears. Jayson could only hear her delicious heartbeat. And without question, he indulged. It only took him seconds to tear through her chest and pull out her heart. Jayson dragged himself to her car as he finished the last chamber of her heart. He slammed the car door and sped off just as the hunters following him stepped on to the street. He managed to get a good look at the hunter's faces and promised they'd
be next.
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Supernatural Creature: Werewolf
Face Claim: Theo James
Eye Color: Dark Brown
Hair Color: Brown
Height/Weight: 6 ft tall/ 175 lbs
Body Type: Athletic
Tattoos/Piercings/Etc: NONE AT ALL
Likes: swimming, rain storms, nature walks & car rides
Dislikes: crowds, chocolate, cats (particularly that stray that lives in his neighbors' back yard)
Strengths: Fiercely loyal to those he considers allies. Stupidly brave. Dexterous.
Weaknesses: Easily distracted, short tempered, stubborn, argumentative...
Personality: Jay used to be kind & empathetic. He was sweet and often the voice of reason for his pack. His Alpha in turn saw him as prude, and teasingly called him so. But they had respect for Jay. They were a family. Jayson kept his pack's humanity. He wholeheartedly believed killing humans was wrong. That was, of course, until hunters killed his pack and severely wounded him. After their death, Jay became a recluse. Survivor's guilt lead to a fixation on vengeance. His anger & passion burned bright hot but fizzled as soon as he ripped out the throat of the guilty party. Now... he's a shell of his former self.
Bio: Jay is tormented by hallucinations of his family, blaming him for not saving them. As much as he knows this is not how they would've felt he can't help the guilt.
Two years ago, Jayson was happy. Or as happy as person who's entire body breaks at least once a month can be. He'd been with his pack, lead by his older brother Nate, all of his life. They taught him how to deal with the pain that comes with being what he is, they taught him to hunt and survive off the land. And most importantly, they taught him how to live with himself after he murdered a child-- when Jay himself was a young cub learning the extremities of his powers. While there were times Jayson wished for a "normal" life, he knew this would never be and so he fell content with what he had. That is, until one fateful night.
Hunters had been tracking his pack, holy men hellbent on erasing the "abominations" from the face of the earth. When Jayson stepped into the farm house his brother had inherited from their parents his jaw dropped. His family's blood painted the walls and the artists still wielded their brushes. Jay barely escaped with his life, fleeing after taking silver to his knee, abdomen and back. He didn't think he'd survive. When he made it to the road, he leant against a tree- panting out what he believed were his last breaths. He could hear the nearing footsteps behind him just as headlights flashed before him. The silver burned and his heart tugged at him to go back for his brother... even though Jay knew Nate was gone. And that's when something in Jayson... snapped. He stepped into the street, the nearing headlights came to a screeching halt. A young woman hurriedly exited the car, her worried stare and questions of concern fell on deaf ears. Jayson could only hear her delicious heartbeat. And without question, he indulged. It only took him seconds to tear through her chest and pull out her heart. Jayson dragged himself to her car as he finished the last chamber of her heart. He slammed the car door and sped off just as the hunters following him stepped on to the street. He managed to get a good look at the hunter's faces and promised they'd
be next.Darius Mitchell
Full Name: Darius Christian Mitchell
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Supernatural Creature: Werewolf
Face Claim: Stephan James
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Black
Height: 6 ft 4 in/1.93 m
Weight: 215 lbs/97.5 kg
Body Description: Darius Mitchell is relatively tall and lean.
Likes:
-Jazz Rap
-Forests
-Running
Dislikes:
-Failing
-Judgemental people
-Not meeting expectations
Strengths:
-Uplifting
-Positive
-Great athletic ability
Weaknesses:
-Perfectionist
-Stubborn
-Impetuous
Personality:
Darius Mitchell is an intellectual-thinking, mature, diplomatic, and good-natured person who has high morals, a confident attitude that cannot be unnoticed, and a sun-shining smile that is always on his face. Darius is an easy-going and humbly modest person who always keeps a cool head, but can be rash and stubborn, and maliciously overcritical of others. However, Darius does not let those unfavourable traits of his character define who he is as a whole person. As a good friend of Darius, he will be trustful, considerate, empathetic, and fully understanding. Motivating and attentively caring as well. Always willingly driven to achieve his goals, Mitchell is strongly determined and hungrily strives for success to find the very cure to better himself and everyone around him.
Biography:
Orphaned as an infant when his parents were untimely killed, Darius Christian Mitchell was taken in and raised by his aunt and uncle by the age of three; only knowing little about his parents and their cause of death. Growing up, Darius would not let the death of his parents tear him down and would be inexhaustibly active; involving himself in various sports and extracurricular activities. Athletically gifted, Mitchell displayed astonishing talent towards track and field sprinting, and volleyball. During his adolescence, however, he would begin to feel severely ill throughout the time of night. At the age of the sixteen years old, Darius would transform into a savage werewolf for the first time. Shockingly becoming aware and learning of what he is capable of, Mitchell would try to rid himself from the uncontrollable and unexplainable beast that took over his life, and be in a desperate search for a cure before his violent wolf-form would end up harming others and himself. Currently, his drawn-out journey to cure his affliction has not been successful, and his endless research has only led him to the town of Moonstone Falls where many stories and rumours of supernatural activity are heard. Could this so-called haunted town come to his burning refuge of curing himself to finally be a normal human?
Full Name: Darius Christian Mitchell
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Supernatural Creature: Werewolf
Face Claim: Stephan James
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Black
Height: 6 ft 4 in/1.93 m
Weight: 215 lbs/97.5 kg
Body Description: Darius Mitchell is relatively tall and lean.
Likes:
-Jazz Rap
-Forests
-Running
Dislikes:
-Failing
-Judgemental people
-Not meeting expectations
Strengths:
-Uplifting
-Positive
-Great athletic ability
Weaknesses:
-Perfectionist
-Stubborn
-Impetuous
Personality:
Darius Mitchell is an intellectual-thinking, mature, diplomatic, and good-natured person who has high morals, a confident attitude that cannot be unnoticed, and a sun-shining smile that is always on his face. Darius is an easy-going and humbly modest person who always keeps a cool head, but can be rash and stubborn, and maliciously overcritical of others. However, Darius does not let those unfavourable traits of his character define who he is as a whole person. As a good friend of Darius, he will be trustful, considerate, empathetic, and fully understanding. Motivating and attentively caring as well. Always willingly driven to achieve his goals, Mitchell is strongly determined and hungrily strives for success to find the very cure to better himself and everyone around him.
Biography:
Orphaned as an infant when his parents were untimely killed, Darius Christian Mitchell was taken in and raised by his aunt and uncle by the age of three; only knowing little about his parents and their cause of death. Growing up, Darius would not let the death of his parents tear him down and would be inexhaustibly active; involving himself in various sports and extracurricular activities. Athletically gifted, Mitchell displayed astonishing talent towards track and field sprinting, and volleyball. During his adolescence, however, he would begin to feel severely ill throughout the time of night. At the age of the sixteen years old, Darius would transform into a savage werewolf for the first time. Shockingly becoming aware and learning of what he is capable of, Mitchell would try to rid himself from the uncontrollable and unexplainable beast that took over his life, and be in a desperate search for a cure before his violent wolf-form would end up harming others and himself. Currently, his drawn-out journey to cure his affliction has not been successful, and his endless research has only led him to the town of Moonstone Falls where many stories and rumours of supernatural activity are heard. Could this so-called haunted town come to his burning refuge of curing himself to finally be a normal human?
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Bianca Simmons
WRITING SAMPLE:
Name: Bianca Simmons
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual
Supernatural Creature: Werewolf
Face Claim: Georgie Henley
WRITING SAMPLE:
Albany walked toward her destination with purpose. She would arrive right on time, if she had planned things correctly. Her sharp eyes watched every person who passed, keeping them all in check before she got to a distance where she felt that she didn't have to worry about them anymore. Even so, she was still alert, and upon arriving at the facility where the guide was, she frowned a bit. Who was this person..?
After they quickly explained their purpose, she curtly nodded. They seemed trustworthy enough. The mask was suddenly offered to her and she gingerly accepted it, placing it upon her face and hoping it was working well. After being given a thumbs up, she gave a slight smile and gestured for the person to lead to way to the room. If she could protect her identity, that would mean she would probably be safer later on, which was always a good thing. Closing her eyes for a moment, she collected herself and walked into the room after the guest had invited her inside.
Her presence didn't make a huge impact, as far as she had seen. Thankfully, she didn't exactly appear to be late; everyone seemed to be busy demonstrating their abilities, which would imply introductions were still underway. The others also didn't pay her much heed, which allowed her to slip into the room without disturbance. She grimaced a bit upon seeing more and more people demonstrate what they were capable of. She knew she would have to as well, but would it harm anyone around her? Or the facility, for that matter? Maybe she wouldn't have to necessarily demonstrate her abilities, just explain them? That seemed safer. Even if her ability's reach was an arm's length away, she didn't want to risk anything. Nodding a bit, she waited until there was a lapse in conversation.
Speaking up, her voice was strong and clear over the silence. "I can create gamma rays from my body, earning me the nickname 'Gamma Girl'. I would appreciate it if you called me Gamma, however..." Albany explained in a simple manner. "Gamma rays are not visible to the human eye, so it would be a bit pointless and possibly even dangerous to demonstrate my ability. You will see it later, if you must," she promptly finished, allowing whoever wanted to go next to do so. She sat a bit stiffly in her chair, leaning against the back only to relieve her back. She felt a bit safer here than in other places. It was a relieving feeling, but even then, she couldn't fully unwind. The life of a super is never safe, some might say. And she would have to agree…
After they quickly explained their purpose, she curtly nodded. They seemed trustworthy enough. The mask was suddenly offered to her and she gingerly accepted it, placing it upon her face and hoping it was working well. After being given a thumbs up, she gave a slight smile and gestured for the person to lead to way to the room. If she could protect her identity, that would mean she would probably be safer later on, which was always a good thing. Closing her eyes for a moment, she collected herself and walked into the room after the guest had invited her inside.
Her presence didn't make a huge impact, as far as she had seen. Thankfully, she didn't exactly appear to be late; everyone seemed to be busy demonstrating their abilities, which would imply introductions were still underway. The others also didn't pay her much heed, which allowed her to slip into the room without disturbance. She grimaced a bit upon seeing more and more people demonstrate what they were capable of. She knew she would have to as well, but would it harm anyone around her? Or the facility, for that matter? Maybe she wouldn't have to necessarily demonstrate her abilities, just explain them? That seemed safer. Even if her ability's reach was an arm's length away, she didn't want to risk anything. Nodding a bit, she waited until there was a lapse in conversation.
Speaking up, her voice was strong and clear over the silence. "I can create gamma rays from my body, earning me the nickname 'Gamma Girl'. I would appreciate it if you called me Gamma, however..." Albany explained in a simple manner. "Gamma rays are not visible to the human eye, so it would be a bit pointless and possibly even dangerous to demonstrate my ability. You will see it later, if you must," she promptly finished, allowing whoever wanted to go next to do so. She sat a bit stiffly in her chair, leaning against the back only to relieve her back. She felt a bit safer here than in other places. It was a relieving feeling, but even then, she couldn't fully unwind. The life of a super is never safe, some might say. And she would have to agree…
Xarzith
Better internet, more time, I'm back baby!
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Nadia Babineaux
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name: Nadia Babineaux
age: 20
gender: Female
sexuality: Bisexual
supernatural creature: Werewolf
face claim: Jordy (hathfury)
likes: Diamonds, being worshipped, fighting, power
dislikes: Water, being ignored, silence
strengths: Strong-willed, hand-to-hand combat, lying
weaknesses: Naïve, shopaholic, brash, short-tempered
age: 20
gender: Female
sexuality: Bisexual
supernatural creature: Werewolf
face claim: Jordy (hathfury)
likes: Diamonds, being worshipped, fighting, power
dislikes: Water, being ignored, silence
strengths: Strong-willed, hand-to-hand combat, lying
weaknesses: Naïve, shopaholic, brash, short-tempered
height: 5'4"
weight: 125lbs
eye color: Grey
hair color: Grey/Silver
body type: Curvy
tattoo: She has a thorny rose wrapped around a dagger tattoo on her right forearm, and a large, snarling wolf tattoo on her back.
weight: 125lbs
eye color: Grey
hair color: Grey/Silver
body type: Curvy
tattoo: She has a thorny rose wrapped around a dagger tattoo on her right forearm, and a large, snarling wolf tattoo on her back.
Personality:
Nadia's personality can be described as a reckless one. Following the rules was never something she did well, and often puts others at risk with little to no remorse for her actions. Several members of the pack have requested that she be removed immediately because she acts on her own so frequently. However, the Alphas refused, only building her ego. She holds herself above all others, including her own family, and won't hesitate to sacrifice anyone or anything for her own life. If she happens to protect someone, chances are that person is a pawn in some sort of scheme she may have. Should someone break past her narcissistic nature and appeal to her softer side, she won't hesitate to kill anyone just for looking at that person the wrong way.
Nadia's personality can be described as a reckless one. Following the rules was never something she did well, and often puts others at risk with little to no remorse for her actions. Several members of the pack have requested that she be removed immediately because she acts on her own so frequently. However, the Alphas refused, only building her ego. She holds herself above all others, including her own family, and won't hesitate to sacrifice anyone or anything for her own life. If she happens to protect someone, chances are that person is a pawn in some sort of scheme she may have. Should someone break past her narcissistic nature and appeal to her softer side, she won't hesitate to kill anyone just for looking at that person the wrong way.
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Bio:
When Nadia was born, she was the runt of the family, as well as the youngest of three girls. When she was three, she fell ill with a terrible fever with little to no hope of recovering. While most of the pack respected her father, their pack leader, they all suggested that he simply kill her or leave her to die. They believed the fact that she was constantly ill and leaving him to worry would only make him weak and open to any threat. He knew they were right, but refused to kill his own child.
Nadia outgrew her state of constant illness at the age of fifteen and was able to train with her father and older sisters. During a pack meal, her father made note of how her sisters were growing stronger and that they'd soon be able to lead their own pack if they didn't want to stay with the family. Knowing that her sisters already had a small following within the pack, Nadia became envious. At first, she started training harder to the point that her body physically couldn't take any more. Eventually, she gave up.
Two years later, one of her older sisters announced that she wanted to move on and she planned on becoming the alpha female of a rival pack, as a sign of a truce. Their father accepted it and was happy for her, but Nadia's hatred for her sisters returned. At the age of seventeen, she brutally murdered both of her sisters in their sleep during a gathering of the two packs. With ease, she convinced her father that it was the other pack and before long, they were eliminated. Her father knew it was her, but rather than show anger, he was proud and threatened anyone that stood against her. She was willing to do anything to get ahead, as her ancestors on her father's side did in the past. And so rumors of a cure sparked her interest, and her journey for power led her to Moonstone Falls.
When Nadia was born, she was the runt of the family, as well as the youngest of three girls. When she was three, she fell ill with a terrible fever with little to no hope of recovering. While most of the pack respected her father, their pack leader, they all suggested that he simply kill her or leave her to die. They believed the fact that she was constantly ill and leaving him to worry would only make him weak and open to any threat. He knew they were right, but refused to kill his own child.
Nadia outgrew her state of constant illness at the age of fifteen and was able to train with her father and older sisters. During a pack meal, her father made note of how her sisters were growing stronger and that they'd soon be able to lead their own pack if they didn't want to stay with the family. Knowing that her sisters already had a small following within the pack, Nadia became envious. At first, she started training harder to the point that her body physically couldn't take any more. Eventually, she gave up.
Two years later, one of her older sisters announced that she wanted to move on and she planned on becoming the alpha female of a rival pack, as a sign of a truce. Their father accepted it and was happy for her, but Nadia's hatred for her sisters returned. At the age of seventeen, she brutally murdered both of her sisters in their sleep during a gathering of the two packs. With ease, she convinced her father that it was the other pack and before long, they were eliminated. Her father knew it was her, but rather than show anger, he was proud and threatened anyone that stood against her. She was willing to do anything to get ahead, as her ancestors on her father's side did in the past. And so rumors of a cure sparked her interest, and her journey for power led her to Moonstone Falls.
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Nadia awakened to the faint scent of coffee and steaks. To most, it was an unusual combination but to her? It was all too common. To her, the strange combination was home, even if she weren't really home. She was a part of a pack, but this week she had decided to avoid them at all costs. So the strange aroma that filled the apartment did throw her off quite a bit. Nadia was exhausted from all of the fights she had gotten herself into the previous night and a part of her felt as if she were still dreaming. No one knew she was here, which, in her mind, ruled out the possibility anyone could've broken in. Of course she dismissed the scent as no more than a dream, ignoring it despite how much her stomach began to growl in need of something to fill it.
Almost as soon as she closed her eyes, there was a loud crash coming from the kitchen. It was then she decided to jump out of bed, her feet getting tangled in the sheets in the process. After falling to the floor with a thud, she fought with the sheets momentarily, tossing them around and eventually ripping them to get free. Getting back to her feet, she grabbed the metal bat beside the bedroom door and walked out ready to bash in the head of anyone who dared to disturb her beauty sleep. Her plans immediately changed when she picked up the scent of the intruder. "Papa? Why are you here?"
The man appeared to be in his forties with similar features to hers, including silver hair and grey eyes: only his hair was in locs that stretched down to his back. Without looking to her, he let out a low chuckle, causing her to watch him with concern. "I wanted to speak with you. That's all." A low growl errupted from Nadia's throat as she tightened her grip on the metal bat. He ignored her irritation and continued to to grab another mug for his coffee while nodding to the shattered porcelain on the floor beside him. "You should take care of that. I'd hate for you to get an infection from a cut on your feet."
"I am not that sick runt any more! What do you even want?!" Her temper started to rise as she threw the bat aside to step twoards him. With his back still turned to her, he shook his head and continued to pour the hot coffee into the mug. Once he finally turned to look at her, she noticed the smug expression he had changed. It was one of a more 'fatherly' concern.
"I know you're leaving, and I want you to understand I can't protect you away from the pack. Should you get involved with other werewolves, or even hunters, don't get yourself killed. You still haven't tamed that temper. You're my only remaining child, and I'm surprised you're the one that was willing to fight for everything." Even though he wouldn't say the words Nadia wished he would, she knew her father had some love for her. Even if she was a dangerous, unhinged mess. In turn, she loved her father as well, although she'd never openly admit it. Others, including those in their own pack, found it odd. Some even assumed the two hated each other at times despite him keeping her around.
"Thanks. I'll try not to disappoint you to my death. I still have to fight you one day, right?" The two laughed, both knowing that if that day were to come, only one of them would live to see the next.
Almost as soon as she closed her eyes, there was a loud crash coming from the kitchen. It was then she decided to jump out of bed, her feet getting tangled in the sheets in the process. After falling to the floor with a thud, she fought with the sheets momentarily, tossing them around and eventually ripping them to get free. Getting back to her feet, she grabbed the metal bat beside the bedroom door and walked out ready to bash in the head of anyone who dared to disturb her beauty sleep. Her plans immediately changed when she picked up the scent of the intruder. "Papa? Why are you here?"
The man appeared to be in his forties with similar features to hers, including silver hair and grey eyes: only his hair was in locs that stretched down to his back. Without looking to her, he let out a low chuckle, causing her to watch him with concern. "I wanted to speak with you. That's all." A low growl errupted from Nadia's throat as she tightened her grip on the metal bat. He ignored her irritation and continued to to grab another mug for his coffee while nodding to the shattered porcelain on the floor beside him. "You should take care of that. I'd hate for you to get an infection from a cut on your feet."
"I am not that sick runt any more! What do you even want?!" Her temper started to rise as she threw the bat aside to step twoards him. With his back still turned to her, he shook his head and continued to pour the hot coffee into the mug. Once he finally turned to look at her, she noticed the smug expression he had changed. It was one of a more 'fatherly' concern.
"I know you're leaving, and I want you to understand I can't protect you away from the pack. Should you get involved with other werewolves, or even hunters, don't get yourself killed. You still haven't tamed that temper. You're my only remaining child, and I'm surprised you're the one that was willing to fight for everything." Even though he wouldn't say the words Nadia wished he would, she knew her father had some love for her. Even if she was a dangerous, unhinged mess. In turn, she loved her father as well, although she'd never openly admit it. Others, including those in their own pack, found it odd. Some even assumed the two hated each other at times despite him keeping her around.
"Thanks. I'll try not to disappoint you to my death. I still have to fight you one day, right?" The two laughed, both knowing that if that day were to come, only one of them would live to see the next.
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Age: 22 years old
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual
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Although, he is aware of his powers he isn’t quite aware of the role his family played in protecting the cure. He knows that they were powerful, but as time went on, the guardians in his family decided it would be best to keep details from their descendants, even went as far as to make sure they didn’t interact with other dependents for a while. Thinking that if the information became lost to time so would the desire for the cure
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Although, he is aware of his powers he isn’t quite aware of the role his family played in protecting the cure. He knows that they were powerful, but as time went on, the guardians in his family decided it would be best to keep details from their descendants, even went as far as to make sure they didn’t interact with other dependents for a while. Thinking that if the information became lost to time so would the desire for the cure
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code by Ri.a
Spazzycat101
GryphonABLaZ(E). Lawful chaotic good
Amber Brightwood
Age:
23
Gender:
Female
Sexuality:
Lesbian
Supernatural Creature:
Eclectic Witch , doesn't follow any Wiccan religion and isn't a part of any coven, but strictly follows the rule of ‘do no harm.’
Face Claim:
N/a (sorry, I know that's not really helpful for anyone)
The cold of spring and chill sun slowly faded into the heat of summer and warm rains. Rough, shivering storms seemed to spare the little town, but light rain was welcome to water whatever gardens.
Amber swung gently side to side, suspended maybe fifteen feet above the ground in a hammock strung between two wide branches of one sprawling tree. The sun gleamed down between the dark green leaves, and Amber smiled back. She stayed like that for a long time, peaceful, until the light began to dull and she realized that she had forgotten to eat lunch earlier. Amber sighed heavily as her contentment faded. She tipped out of the hammock and landed on one large bough that ran beneath it, then down from branch to branch to ground.
The witch dusted the dirt off her feet before she stepped inside. A wave of her fingers set alight the candles that were scattered everywhere--in mason jars, melted onto ceramic soap dishes, and two or three in candle holders. She busied herself boiling some pasta, and gave up on looking for a jar of sauce after about five minutes. Instead, after straining them, she plopped a pat of butter in with the noodles and dumped a large pile of Parmesan cheese on top, with a small handful of garlic salt. Amber scooped everything into a large tupperware bowl, then when she ate what she could out of that, she just put the lid on and off to the fridge it went. In the sink, she set the strainer inside the pot, filled it with soapy water and left it for the next day. But at least this forced her to finally clean the pile of silverware that had been there before, in order to make room.
After that, she more or less fell onto her couch, and without enough care to move, fell asleep there. The candles’ flames slowly snuffed themselves out.
Amber swung gently side to side, suspended maybe fifteen feet above the ground in a hammock strung between two wide branches of one sprawling tree. The sun gleamed down between the dark green leaves, and Amber smiled back. She stayed like that for a long time, peaceful, until the light began to dull and she realized that she had forgotten to eat lunch earlier. Amber sighed heavily as her contentment faded. She tipped out of the hammock and landed on one large bough that ran beneath it, then down from branch to branch to ground.
The witch dusted the dirt off her feet before she stepped inside. A wave of her fingers set alight the candles that were scattered everywhere--in mason jars, melted onto ceramic soap dishes, and two or three in candle holders. She busied herself boiling some pasta, and gave up on looking for a jar of sauce after about five minutes. Instead, after straining them, she plopped a pat of butter in with the noodles and dumped a large pile of Parmesan cheese on top, with a small handful of garlic salt. Amber scooped everything into a large tupperware bowl, then when she ate what she could out of that, she just put the lid on and off to the fridge it went. In the sink, she set the strainer inside the pot, filled it with soapy water and left it for the next day. But at least this forced her to finally clean the pile of silverware that had been there before, in order to make room.
After that, she more or less fell onto her couch, and without enough care to move, fell asleep there. The candles’ flames slowly snuffed themselves out.
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