Post by Reneely! on Oct 22, 2006 16:18:08 GMT -5
Name: Skylar Carmichael
Celebrity Used: Emmy Rossum
Age: 22
Concept: Shy girl gone wild - sort of.
Species: Werewolf
Level: Strong Moderate Level 3
Homid Height: 5'3"
Homid Weight: 115lbs.
Lycan Height: 7.5'
Lycan Weight: 500lbs.
Eyes: Almond brown (human), Ice-blue (lycanthrope)
Hair: Brown (human), White, Gray (lycanthrope)
Race: Caucasion
Religion: Catholic, converted to Episcapilian
Nationality: Gaelic to be exact, but Canadian.
Languages: English, Spanish
Vehicle(s): '55 Cherry Red Thunderbird
Weapon(s): Anything she can get her hands on.
Location(s): Kansas City, Kansas
Fighting Style(s): Basic street, instinct fighting
Dominant Hand: Right
RolePlaying Style(s): Descriptive
Favorite Food(s): Spanish
Most Hated Food(s): Certain types of fish
Allergies: Cats
Marital Status: Single [ To be determined. ]
Favorite Place: The Gaelic Isles
Favorite Music: Alternative, indie, pop
Favorite Movie(s): Romantic comedies, anything that makes her laugh
Mark(s) and Tattoo(s): Paw prints on her right foot.
Special Abilities:
Submissive/Lesser
- Heightened Attributes
- Heightened Senses
- Sense Deception
- Shifting
Moderate
- Beast Quell
- Familiarity
- Group Detection
- Increased Healing
- Partial Shift
History:
Skylar was born in Calgary, Canada. She was raised with the ideas of a Gaelic family, and intuned very much with nature and the things around her. She loved anything that seemed to be supernatural, and things that weren't normal. Most of her life, she was the shy kid on the block, not really making many friends. Something that her mother had instilled in her was people were inheriently bad and she wanted no part of them. Most of her life, she kept to herself never really knowing what it was like to have a true friend, or just somebody to talk to.
Years went by, and Skylar grew older, never having her first kiss, never sharing anything with anybody. It wasn't until she met a private detective named Michael that she found herself falling head over heals. He wouldn't leave her alone, from the moment he saw her. This was the first time that any man had done more than passed her by, and these were surely reasons because people new she was a shy person. Granted, she always walked with her eyes on the ground, never letting anybody meet her steely gaze.
She had dated Michael an entire year, experiencing all her firsts with him, and she even had designs on marrying him. It was until one fateful night, where she thought while he was working, that it would be safe to walk outside by herself. She just wanted coffee, of course, and so leaving her quiet little apartment, she made her way down the street, and was suddenly pushed into a back alley, almost raped and tortured by a man that couldn't keep his lust from flowing to the surface. Shifting right on top of her, he mangled her rather badly, and ran, leaving her alone on the pavement.
As if fate would have it, seconds later, the Ulfric himself showed up and saved her, taking her to a hotel and leaving her in charge with his Freki. Skylar laid in bed for about a week, healing incredibly fast for what was supposed to be human. These were her first tastes of lycanthrope.
When she finally got home, Michael was livid. He thought something horrid happened to her, in which case something did. Overwhelmed with her feelings for him, and failure to keep secrets, she told him everything. He said he needed time to think about it. In the end, Michael couldn't stay with her, and left her to pick up the pieces of her life.
For the longest time, Skylar couldn't accept what she was. She would even be so bad as to stay inside her apartment, boarding up all the doors and windows on the nights of the full-moon. It wasn't until the pack got word of it that they sent out one of the three panweres that existed after her, forcing her to go to the lupanar. Skylar was mortified, and crushed by everything that was happening to her ruined perfect life.
It took months, but she recovered, realizing she wasn't going to go back to being just human, and in time she grew to love her new senses and everything that came with the territory. She was growing, and gaining power. Through years of teaching, she moved up rather quickly in the ranks, and slowly, bit by bit, lost the shell in which she was hiding.
Moving away from Calgary, to find better places for her, she was recommended to come to Kansas City...where she finds herself now. The shy girl started fresh, completely gone without her shell, and forgetting all the men and lies she had met along the way to get here.
Celebrity Used: Emmy Rossum
Age: 22
Concept: Shy girl gone wild - sort of.
Species: Werewolf
Level: Strong Moderate Level 3
Homid Height: 5'3"
Homid Weight: 115lbs.
Lycan Height: 7.5'
Lycan Weight: 500lbs.
Eyes: Almond brown (human), Ice-blue (lycanthrope)
Hair: Brown (human), White, Gray (lycanthrope)
Race: Caucasion
Religion: Catholic, converted to Episcapilian
Nationality: Gaelic to be exact, but Canadian.
Languages: English, Spanish
Vehicle(s): '55 Cherry Red Thunderbird
Weapon(s): Anything she can get her hands on.
Location(s): Kansas City, Kansas
Fighting Style(s): Basic street, instinct fighting
Dominant Hand: Right
RolePlaying Style(s): Descriptive
Favorite Food(s): Spanish
Most Hated Food(s): Certain types of fish
Allergies: Cats
Marital Status: Single [ To be determined. ]
Favorite Place: The Gaelic Isles
Favorite Music: Alternative, indie, pop
Favorite Movie(s): Romantic comedies, anything that makes her laugh
Mark(s) and Tattoo(s): Paw prints on her right foot.
Special Abilities:
Submissive/Lesser
- Heightened Attributes
- Heightened Senses
- Sense Deception
- Shifting
Moderate
- Beast Quell
- Familiarity
- Group Detection
- Increased Healing
- Partial Shift
History:
Skylar was born in Calgary, Canada. She was raised with the ideas of a Gaelic family, and intuned very much with nature and the things around her. She loved anything that seemed to be supernatural, and things that weren't normal. Most of her life, she was the shy kid on the block, not really making many friends. Something that her mother had instilled in her was people were inheriently bad and she wanted no part of them. Most of her life, she kept to herself never really knowing what it was like to have a true friend, or just somebody to talk to.
Years went by, and Skylar grew older, never having her first kiss, never sharing anything with anybody. It wasn't until she met a private detective named Michael that she found herself falling head over heals. He wouldn't leave her alone, from the moment he saw her. This was the first time that any man had done more than passed her by, and these were surely reasons because people new she was a shy person. Granted, she always walked with her eyes on the ground, never letting anybody meet her steely gaze.
She had dated Michael an entire year, experiencing all her firsts with him, and she even had designs on marrying him. It was until one fateful night, where she thought while he was working, that it would be safe to walk outside by herself. She just wanted coffee, of course, and so leaving her quiet little apartment, she made her way down the street, and was suddenly pushed into a back alley, almost raped and tortured by a man that couldn't keep his lust from flowing to the surface. Shifting right on top of her, he mangled her rather badly, and ran, leaving her alone on the pavement.
As if fate would have it, seconds later, the Ulfric himself showed up and saved her, taking her to a hotel and leaving her in charge with his Freki. Skylar laid in bed for about a week, healing incredibly fast for what was supposed to be human. These were her first tastes of lycanthrope.
When she finally got home, Michael was livid. He thought something horrid happened to her, in which case something did. Overwhelmed with her feelings for him, and failure to keep secrets, she told him everything. He said he needed time to think about it. In the end, Michael couldn't stay with her, and left her to pick up the pieces of her life.
For the longest time, Skylar couldn't accept what she was. She would even be so bad as to stay inside her apartment, boarding up all the doors and windows on the nights of the full-moon. It wasn't until the pack got word of it that they sent out one of the three panweres that existed after her, forcing her to go to the lupanar. Skylar was mortified, and crushed by everything that was happening to her ruined perfect life.
It took months, but she recovered, realizing she wasn't going to go back to being just human, and in time she grew to love her new senses and everything that came with the territory. She was growing, and gaining power. Through years of teaching, she moved up rather quickly in the ranks, and slowly, bit by bit, lost the shell in which she was hiding.
Moving away from Calgary, to find better places for her, she was recommended to come to Kansas City...where she finds herself now. The shy girl started fresh, completely gone without her shell, and forgetting all the men and lies she had met along the way to get here.
