Post by beautifulxsun on Nov 2, 2006 3:36:33 GMT -5
Name: Nakia Catleay
Celebrity Used: Jessica Biel
Breed: Lioness
Level: Alpha 3
Age: 24
Height: 5’7
Weight: 130
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Blonde/Brown
Nationality: American
Languages: basic Afghani, English
Locations: United States, Iraq, Afghanistan
Martial Status: Single
Special Abilities:
Heightened Attributes
Heightened Senses
Sense Deception
Shifting
Beast Quell
Familiarity
Group Detection
Increased Healing
Partial Shift
Beast Calling
Beast Claws
Commanding
Invokation
Rejuvination
Shields
History:
It’s the typical story, an average girl in an average world that gets a streak of bad luck that costs her everything she knew. That’s my story, at least. I was a small town girl with dreams of seeing the world. I was the first girl in this small town to graduate valedictorian that didn’t go to some fancy university. Instead, I enlisted in the military. My parents were not sure whether to be proud or not: they were a patriotic bunch, but the thought of their straight “A” little girl in a man’s world scared them. I left home for the first time fresh out of high school, fighting my way through basic training and everything else that this new life demanded of me. But finally, I was a real soldier.
Did it scare me that my boots were still perfectly new and I was sent to war? At first I had a rush of nausea. But this was what I had signed up for, to use the skills I was taught to serve my country. Besides, I was female and not aloud in active combat. That’s why I had gone the nursing route. Blood had never bothered me and it kept me in the action, gave me something important to do. I was stationed in Afghanistan for three years before my unit was moved to Iraq. I had new strips with the move, being promoted to the rank of Sergeant not long after arrival. It did not take me long to settle into my everyday routine, though one that most considered odd. They didn’t deal with the dead and dying everyday, but when you are in my field, you slowly get used to it. If that’s even possible.
I remember that day like a nightmare. The camp had been rushing all day, our medical tents buzzing with nervous activity as they aided the wounded, saved as many lives as they could. I recall that my gloves were covered in blood when I heard the shots, felt the bullets whiz past my head as I had my hands deep in the patient before me. The look in the soldier’s eye was one of loss, like they had seen a ray of hope only to have it snuffed out as the Iraqis’ attacked.
My stay with them was not one that could be considered a vacation. The men had learned early on that to try and protect the females only made it worse on us, only made our torture more brutal. But this group of “terrorists” had developed a new way to torture their guests. Beheadings were things of the past. Personally, I would have preferred that. The men were forced to do hand to hand combat with lycanthropes that were kept as pets, the females forced to “mate” with the creatures, willing or not. I think it was my changing that twisted my mind the way it did, made me an impenetrable hard shell with a fiery core.
We were finally rescued, those of us that had survived. But we were never the same, not because horrible things had been done to us, but because now a beast coiled beneath our skins, a creature we could not control. All from that prison were soon discharged after our rescue, because the good US of A couldn’t have monsters in their ranks. And so we were let free upon the general population of America without the ability to control what was inside of us.
The taste of blood is bitter at first, or at least it is when following murder. But the call was one I could not deny, not at the time. I thought death was a mercy to my victim, instead of sharing my curse. However, God took mercy upon me that night. Deep in the night crested park of my little town did I find salvation, one that could teach me to cage the animal inside of me. He taught me far more then simple control, he taught me to use my beast to my advantage, to further my power until I exceeded his own. And so he bid me farewell after a years’ time, sending me to a friend that was the leader of his own Pride, a man that instantly took favor of me and guided me through the advanced life of a lycan. My powers grew, until I was a match for him in power.
Update:
I said goodbye to this man and his Pride in search of my own. But I am a creature of darkness, one that was twisted and broken, and now rebuilt into an animal. I am a monster that is willing to sink my claws and teeth into anyone that is unfortunate enough to cross my path. But it is a secret darkness, one that I keep deep inside, until the temptation spills over and I have no choice but to give in to the lust for blood and pain.
Celebrity Used: Jessica Biel
Breed: Lioness
Level: Alpha 3
Age: 24
Height: 5’7
Weight: 130
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Blonde/Brown
Nationality: American
Languages: basic Afghani, English
Locations: United States, Iraq, Afghanistan
Martial Status: Single
Special Abilities:
Heightened Attributes
Heightened Senses
Sense Deception
Shifting
Beast Quell
Familiarity
Group Detection
Increased Healing
Partial Shift
Beast Calling
Beast Claws
Commanding
Invokation
Rejuvination
Shields
History:
It’s the typical story, an average girl in an average world that gets a streak of bad luck that costs her everything she knew. That’s my story, at least. I was a small town girl with dreams of seeing the world. I was the first girl in this small town to graduate valedictorian that didn’t go to some fancy university. Instead, I enlisted in the military. My parents were not sure whether to be proud or not: they were a patriotic bunch, but the thought of their straight “A” little girl in a man’s world scared them. I left home for the first time fresh out of high school, fighting my way through basic training and everything else that this new life demanded of me. But finally, I was a real soldier.
Did it scare me that my boots were still perfectly new and I was sent to war? At first I had a rush of nausea. But this was what I had signed up for, to use the skills I was taught to serve my country. Besides, I was female and not aloud in active combat. That’s why I had gone the nursing route. Blood had never bothered me and it kept me in the action, gave me something important to do. I was stationed in Afghanistan for three years before my unit was moved to Iraq. I had new strips with the move, being promoted to the rank of Sergeant not long after arrival. It did not take me long to settle into my everyday routine, though one that most considered odd. They didn’t deal with the dead and dying everyday, but when you are in my field, you slowly get used to it. If that’s even possible.
I remember that day like a nightmare. The camp had been rushing all day, our medical tents buzzing with nervous activity as they aided the wounded, saved as many lives as they could. I recall that my gloves were covered in blood when I heard the shots, felt the bullets whiz past my head as I had my hands deep in the patient before me. The look in the soldier’s eye was one of loss, like they had seen a ray of hope only to have it snuffed out as the Iraqis’ attacked.
My stay with them was not one that could be considered a vacation. The men had learned early on that to try and protect the females only made it worse on us, only made our torture more brutal. But this group of “terrorists” had developed a new way to torture their guests. Beheadings were things of the past. Personally, I would have preferred that. The men were forced to do hand to hand combat with lycanthropes that were kept as pets, the females forced to “mate” with the creatures, willing or not. I think it was my changing that twisted my mind the way it did, made me an impenetrable hard shell with a fiery core.
We were finally rescued, those of us that had survived. But we were never the same, not because horrible things had been done to us, but because now a beast coiled beneath our skins, a creature we could not control. All from that prison were soon discharged after our rescue, because the good US of A couldn’t have monsters in their ranks. And so we were let free upon the general population of America without the ability to control what was inside of us.
The taste of blood is bitter at first, or at least it is when following murder. But the call was one I could not deny, not at the time. I thought death was a mercy to my victim, instead of sharing my curse. However, God took mercy upon me that night. Deep in the night crested park of my little town did I find salvation, one that could teach me to cage the animal inside of me. He taught me far more then simple control, he taught me to use my beast to my advantage, to further my power until I exceeded his own. And so he bid me farewell after a years’ time, sending me to a friend that was the leader of his own Pride, a man that instantly took favor of me and guided me through the advanced life of a lycan. My powers grew, until I was a match for him in power.
Update:
I said goodbye to this man and his Pride in search of my own. But I am a creature of darkness, one that was twisted and broken, and now rebuilt into an animal. I am a monster that is willing to sink my claws and teeth into anyone that is unfortunate enough to cross my path. But it is a secret darkness, one that I keep deep inside, until the temptation spills over and I have no choice but to give in to the lust for blood and pain.