Post by Sabre on Jun 18, 2010 15:02:35 GMT -5
KesiahSaraiWolf
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Name:
Kesiah Sarai Wolf
Nicknames:
Wolf-girl, The She-wolf
Age:
18
Gender:
Girl
Species:
A rare uccurance, Kesiah is half-shifter, half-human
Status:
Renegade
Sexuality:
Hetero
Custom Tittle:
The wolf in sheep's clothing
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[/font][/center]Appearance:
Normally, I have really long silver-blonde hair, Most of the time hidden under my navy cap, all but a few long strands. This is because I have never had a hair-cut, and my long hair reaches down to my waist. On my left wrist, I wear a black braceclet with silver spikes, and on my right, a silver watch. I have a single long neclace, with a gold cross at the end. . I have a black undershirt, and a pink prim prose short-sleved Shirt with a hood. I also wear long bluejeans held up with a skinny black belt. I am relatively skinny, having a rather good figure, and bright blue eyes. My skin is pale, paler than most others, and That gives me a slightly unhealthy look. My spine, thanks to my past, is flexable enough to allow me to bend to stand and walk and run on all fours. I have muscles, though they are cleverly hidden to were most can't see them. My skin is criss-crossed with scars, the worst being a thick one sliding from the back of my neck to the middle of my hip, giving to me before I got fed-up with my good-for-nothing father.
After I shifted, My ears grow into large silver triangles, same color as my hair. My pupils grow a bit bigger, letting in more light, to were I can see in the dark. With the same color of fur as my hair and ears, I grow a long fluffy, wolfish tail, That goes down to my ankles. My nails grew into claws, as well. Sharp, and non-retractable claws. And, more noticeable now, a crescent-moon birth mark, circling my left shoulder.[/color]
Face Claim:
none that I know of.
whatdistinguishesus
Positive:
hard-working
good at healing
good singer
great artist
Forgiving
Knows alot about nature
Negative:
Rash,
bad attitude,
doesn't let people in
untrusting
Personality:
I am, overall, a quiet, unhappy girl. I could spend days without saying a single word, just walking throughout crowds, thinking of how my life could have changed so fast. I generally stay out of sight of towns and cities, sticking to the country. I will take many naps during the day, but I rarely sleep at night, and I mostly spend the night staring at the moon, listening for the song of my old adopted family. I am artistic, though, and can draw amazing art peices, and sing like an angel. Anyone around me, though would call me, and please excuse my language, a complete and total bitch. That's my mask though. To anyone, I would be a punk, looking for a fight wherever I go. I would be a stone wall: Mean, cold, and impenetrable. I would just as soon turn on someone as not, unless they are close to me. I have trouble accepting people, for fear of people abandoning me, like the loved ones of my past. But, if by chance, I find someone that gets close enough to me, They have a friend for life. I would never abandon them, not even at my dieing breath. I doubt anyone could get that close to me, though, on account of my betrayed past. Under my mask, though, past the wall, I'm a lost lonely soul, crying out for the one thing I never truly had: Someone to love
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Family:
Father: Stephen, dead
Mother: Ciarra, Unknown
Brother: Zabusa, Alive
History:
Ok, were to start, were to start... I guess I'll start at the begining.
When I was only two years old, my parents and I went camping. I was beginning to speak, and running faster than a horse could walk. That night, while my parents talked in the darkening evening, I saw a little butterfly flitting past. Being the little tottler I was, I ran after it. Soon, though, I was deep in the forest, lost. I curled up by a tree, and got very little sleep that night. Near dawn, though, I heard heavy panting breathing close to me, and in alarm I turned toward the sound, and was very frightened to find a wolf nose to nose with me. But, much to my surprize, and fear, the she-wolf whined, and licked my face. Soon, I was surrounded by wolves, and another one stalked up. This one sniffed at my and snarled, bu as he did so, the first one, a white one, snarled at him and he stepped back. The she-wolf stepped back to me, and nudged me to all fours, but pushed me down when I tried to get on two legs. So, I crawled on all fours with them. I learned many things from my adopted pack, like how to hunt dangerous animals, how to find food safe to eat, and how to 'talk' the language of wolves. My life was happy, until one day when other humans, poachers, attacked my wolf family. They scattered, and to the best of my knowledge, They were all killed. The poachers caught me, and, try as I might, I couldn't escape. They gave me to the government, who tracked down my parents. It wasn't the reunion you would expect. Since I got lost, My mother and father began drowning their sorrows in drugs, and they became drug addicts. I was dumped into their home, and my mother began Trying to clean up her act, and leave drugs behind for me. But, my father on the other hand, took even more illegal drugs, and treated me as his personal slave. He put me to work, and gave me little. only what it took for me to live. My mother got sick of it, and there was a fight. My mother left that night, leaving me behind. She never came back. a year later, a few days ago, My father got so drunk he beat me. That was when I snapped. I couldn't help it, He said he was gunna kill me. I scratched him, leaving deep claw marks across his face, with a fierce snarl. I kicked him out of the way, and hardly stopped to hear bone cracking against the wall. I only stopped running when I was miles away from the city were I lived, mile and miles into the country. Then I noticed it. I noticed I could hear everything, even the faintest scratch. I could See as if it were day. I could feel a tail swaying from side to side on my back side. And I could smell as if there were candles in everything. I was a Shifter, almost.
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You are from,
No city, but some unknown forest.
Relation with Supernaturals,
She is unsure of other Supernaturals, stuck in the middle of Reality and Fantasy
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How did you find us?
Do I really have to answer this, again?
Name,
Shadow, or Wanderer
Who else,
Fang, Roul, and Sabre.
Anything else?
Nope. No thanks.
