Post by Natasha on Jul 27, 2008 10:44:43 GMT -6
GENERAL
Birth Name: Natasha Valenne
Race: Lycan
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Occupation: High School Student
Birthplace: England
Current Location: Vatican City
Family Relations: Mother (Alive), Father (deceased), and Aunt (Alive and lives in Milan)
Weapon: N/A
Other Items Owned: N/A
BACKGROUND
Personality: She is a fairly reclusive girl and can be easily scared. However when she is forced to turn, she is anything but herself. She becomes a monster and she learned she got it from her late father, slaughtered by a pack of lugaru.
Detailed History:Natasha was born and raised in the Vatican. Her father had been the one with lycan blood, and her mother devised a pill for him to take so that he would not turn. Her daughter however took glory in her lycanthropic transformation. She was a fairly secluded girl and often does not entertain in group functions.Her father was killed one night after taking a business trip to Milan. He had forgotten his pills and when turned, lugaru attacked and killed him. Natasha swore revenge and without telling her mom why, she talked her mom into letting her go visit her aunt in Milan in the summer. She would find every last lugaru and kill them.
Fears: Losing more of her family.
Strengths: Her lycanthropy.
Weaknesses: He extreme faith in her powers as a werewolf.
Likes: Other lycans.
Dislikes: Lugaru, public functions
APPEARANCE
Facial Appearance: She is pale and wears dark make-up. She would be considered a "stereotype goth" in many people's eyes.
Clothing: Normally darker clothes. Always jeans and boots or tennis shoes.
Build: Average teen
Marks/Scars: Birthmark on the back left side of her hip.
Role play Sample: Kylie walked down the streets as the sun set off in the distance. She walked over the damp cobble stone and stared up at the sign that seemed to be falling apart. It said Underground Milan. She pressed the ringer and then an eye peered through a slit. He recognized her and opened the giant steel door. She then walked in to the booming of a deep bass and a large crowd of people on the floor.
Kylie walked to the counter and ordered a specialty. She ten went over to some friends and began to chat. Every now and then she would glance at the crowd but she never saw anyone worth looking at.
Password: skittles
Birth Name: Natasha Valenne
Race: Lycan
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Occupation: High School Student
Birthplace: England
Current Location: Vatican City
Family Relations: Mother (Alive), Father (deceased), and Aunt (Alive and lives in Milan)
Weapon: N/A
Other Items Owned: N/A
BACKGROUND
Personality: She is a fairly reclusive girl and can be easily scared. However when she is forced to turn, she is anything but herself. She becomes a monster and she learned she got it from her late father, slaughtered by a pack of lugaru.
Detailed History:Natasha was born and raised in the Vatican. Her father had been the one with lycan blood, and her mother devised a pill for him to take so that he would not turn. Her daughter however took glory in her lycanthropic transformation. She was a fairly secluded girl and often does not entertain in group functions.Her father was killed one night after taking a business trip to Milan. He had forgotten his pills and when turned, lugaru attacked and killed him. Natasha swore revenge and without telling her mom why, she talked her mom into letting her go visit her aunt in Milan in the summer. She would find every last lugaru and kill them.
Fears: Losing more of her family.
Strengths: Her lycanthropy.
Weaknesses: He extreme faith in her powers as a werewolf.
Likes: Other lycans.
Dislikes: Lugaru, public functions
APPEARANCE
Facial Appearance: She is pale and wears dark make-up. She would be considered a "stereotype goth" in many people's eyes.
Clothing: Normally darker clothes. Always jeans and boots or tennis shoes.
Build: Average teen
Marks/Scars: Birthmark on the back left side of her hip.
Role play Sample: Kylie walked down the streets as the sun set off in the distance. She walked over the damp cobble stone and stared up at the sign that seemed to be falling apart. It said Underground Milan. She pressed the ringer and then an eye peered through a slit. He recognized her and opened the giant steel door. She then walked in to the booming of a deep bass and a large crowd of people on the floor.
Kylie walked to the counter and ordered a specialty. She ten went over to some friends and began to chat. Every now and then she would glance at the crowd but she never saw anyone worth looking at.
Password: skittles