Post by Emily on Dec 23, 2008 13:40:12 GMT -5
Name: Emily Bloodcross
Age: 18
Alliance: rogue
Breed: werewolf
Location:both
Appearance: Emily has neck-length, silky, straight, black hair top part of her head is highlighted jet black that is cut in layers worn in a wild style. The hair by her ears are braided with beads. Her skin is light olive, and her eyes are almond shaped, powered white blue eyes. She has a slender built body with thin slightly plump thin lips. Her questing eyes seem to pierce right through people.
She wears a Black velvet necklace with the wolf god Fenrir body encircling and holding a beautiful Amethyst Ball, given to her by her brothers.
In her wolf form she has slick dark chocolate fur to the point it makes her fur appear solid black. Her body is small and slender thin, built more for quick get aways and fitting into small spaces. The sclera (white) part of the eye is black with powered white blue eyes and thick black lines around the Iris. Like all wolves her ears are set lower on the side of her head than an average wolf with ears tufts that are braided with beads.
Personality: Emily is a bit shy when meeting strangers. She is the laid-back type, but she isn't shy nor is she quiet. Emily is anything but quiet. Being a sea-born wolf, an accent has been brought from the life, but she has learnt to do away with that. Emily, is sensitive and soft underneath, but has a fiery temper when it comes down to a bad situation. It doesn't really take much for her to start sobbing and tearing up. She hides this, by acting like nothing is wrong, but will crack sooner or later. She is loyal, and will do anything to help her friends. For those who cross her path when she is pisses off will get burnt! So beware!
History: Emily was the runt birthed out of a litter of five boys. Thought her father wanted nothing but boys. Though he settled with having at least one girl. Emily was treated badly by her mother and father sneaking off at night to sleep in the boy's rooms, mainly the oldest since he was supposed to take up leadership soon. One day a little problem came over the family causing Amon to marry his daughter off to another wolf. When Emily mouthed off to her father he slashed up her back to shut her up.
Emily didn't want this and begged her mother. Though Valerie was cruel to her the marriage then was a bit much, but nonetheless she didn't go against her mate's word. Emily soon snapped and was sick and tired of how she was treated and having them control her live. So she set the place ablaze, thinking that her brothers went out, when they did not and was burned alive. Now when she sleeps she is constantly tortured with images and screams of her brothers' death.
Auditioning plot: Emily hum quitely the beat tha played in her head. In the car with a stranger tappin her feet and hitting her hands lightly on her guitar. The man's hand drift on her again makin Emily lock eyes with the man. She grin as the light gleam off her face and teeth. The man slam on to the breaks. "What the F..." before he could finish she jumps him. Angry. Teeth bared. "oh my god no". Her teeth hit his neck. The last thing he sees are her eyes, the heat of her breath on his neck. The only thing he hears is the might of surging blackness as it softly growls for him.
Twenty minutes later Emily quickly washes her hands and pulls on her clothes. She looks around, double ckecking. The bones are gone, tucked beneath his shredded clothes in the trash and the car was licked ajax clean. Maybe someone will notice later, but probably not. Emily grabs the money out of the man's wallet and she runs until she cross the lot into the coffee shop. She waves to the cashier. Smiling, the indain waves back. The blood was warm in her belly, but she needed to get rid of scent on her break. Ordering her coffee she picked a table far from the humans and sat breathin deep.
Her guitar sat up agianst the store's window gleaming the image of the silver wolves that race up the base to the handle of the guitar. She sits there whipping the red traces stuck like ketchup to the corner of her light lips. The song in the coffee shop sings, hey baby, hey baby, hey. Emily snorted and pulgged her ears with her ipod blasting inside the fire.
Age: 18
Alliance: rogue
Breed: werewolf
Location:both
Appearance: Emily has neck-length, silky, straight, black hair top part of her head is highlighted jet black that is cut in layers worn in a wild style. The hair by her ears are braided with beads. Her skin is light olive, and her eyes are almond shaped, powered white blue eyes. She has a slender built body with thin slightly plump thin lips. Her questing eyes seem to pierce right through people.
She wears a Black velvet necklace with the wolf god Fenrir body encircling and holding a beautiful Amethyst Ball, given to her by her brothers.
In her wolf form she has slick dark chocolate fur to the point it makes her fur appear solid black. Her body is small and slender thin, built more for quick get aways and fitting into small spaces. The sclera (white) part of the eye is black with powered white blue eyes and thick black lines around the Iris. Like all wolves her ears are set lower on the side of her head than an average wolf with ears tufts that are braided with beads.
Personality: Emily is a bit shy when meeting strangers. She is the laid-back type, but she isn't shy nor is she quiet. Emily is anything but quiet. Being a sea-born wolf, an accent has been brought from the life, but she has learnt to do away with that. Emily, is sensitive and soft underneath, but has a fiery temper when it comes down to a bad situation. It doesn't really take much for her to start sobbing and tearing up. She hides this, by acting like nothing is wrong, but will crack sooner or later. She is loyal, and will do anything to help her friends. For those who cross her path when she is pisses off will get burnt! So beware!
History: Emily was the runt birthed out of a litter of five boys. Thought her father wanted nothing but boys. Though he settled with having at least one girl. Emily was treated badly by her mother and father sneaking off at night to sleep in the boy's rooms, mainly the oldest since he was supposed to take up leadership soon. One day a little problem came over the family causing Amon to marry his daughter off to another wolf. When Emily mouthed off to her father he slashed up her back to shut her up.
Emily didn't want this and begged her mother. Though Valerie was cruel to her the marriage then was a bit much, but nonetheless she didn't go against her mate's word. Emily soon snapped and was sick and tired of how she was treated and having them control her live. So she set the place ablaze, thinking that her brothers went out, when they did not and was burned alive. Now when she sleeps she is constantly tortured with images and screams of her brothers' death.
Auditioning plot: Emily hum quitely the beat tha played in her head. In the car with a stranger tappin her feet and hitting her hands lightly on her guitar. The man's hand drift on her again makin Emily lock eyes with the man. She grin as the light gleam off her face and teeth. The man slam on to the breaks. "What the F..." before he could finish she jumps him. Angry. Teeth bared. "oh my god no". Her teeth hit his neck. The last thing he sees are her eyes, the heat of her breath on his neck. The only thing he hears is the might of surging blackness as it softly growls for him.
Twenty minutes later Emily quickly washes her hands and pulls on her clothes. She looks around, double ckecking. The bones are gone, tucked beneath his shredded clothes in the trash and the car was licked ajax clean. Maybe someone will notice later, but probably not. Emily grabs the money out of the man's wallet and she runs until she cross the lot into the coffee shop. She waves to the cashier. Smiling, the indain waves back. The blood was warm in her belly, but she needed to get rid of scent on her break. Ordering her coffee she picked a table far from the humans and sat breathin deep.
Her guitar sat up agianst the store's window gleaming the image of the silver wolves that race up the base to the handle of the guitar. She sits there whipping the red traces stuck like ketchup to the corner of her light lips. The song in the coffee shop sings, hey baby, hey baby, hey. Emily snorted and pulgged her ears with her ipod blasting inside the fire.
