Leotie Soaringbird

[flaminggecko]

Character Name;;
is now entering it's all in yer mind

About You;;
behind the RPer

Name: Sarah
Age: 18
Years of Rping: 10
Contact: PM

ID Tag;;

Alias:
Name: Leotie [LEE-oh-tee] Bernadetta Blueridge- Soaringbird
Gender: Female
Orientation: Bi- Sexual
Real Age: 28
Physical Age: 28
Species: Were Eagle
Sire: Technically her great grandfather
Religious Affiliation: Non-practicing ancestor and nature worship
Wealth: Upper middle class
Job: Inheritance from family members, profits from her tribes land, and her business in New Mexico and Arizona. The land she owns in these states serves as a rock climbing, hiking, camping, and nature preserve business. They go by the name of 'Soaringbird Eco Parks' and are managed by her cousin. All of these are safely invested or stored in a bank account.

Dear Diary;;

Specialties:
1. Hunting or tracking
2. Reading people or lied
3. Camouflage, blending in
Summary:
Long years living in the lonely desert stretched her personal space bubble to the horizon. Whether it be heightened or just that sense that tells you someone is looking over your shoulder Leotie just seems to be able to track down anyone or anything . One the person to person level, she can practically sniff out a lie. While she can't play poker Leotie can still observe the tiniest twitch or blink that belies a lie or concealed emotion. On her wide and varied travels she picked up the ability to not be noticed. It's not invisibility, merely the ability to be a person in the crowd if she so chooses.

Weakness:
1. Those close to her
2. Doesn't trust easily
3. Personal space issues

Summary:
Due the death of her parents, Leotie built and extra close relationship to her aunt, uncle, and cousin. Though these have suffered in recent years she would wither away without these people. That being said, strangers are completely different. She might be friendly or amiable, but won't trust most people for a while. Growing up in the high desert with nothing near for miles and miles, New York is a form a unique torture for her. It's a strange thing, but Leotie usually keep at least half a foot between her and the world.

Human Appearance;;

Hair: Long, black, loose curls
Eyes: Brown
Height: Five foot, seven inches
Marks: Three deep, white scars on her left shoulder, one on her left shoulder blade. Think of talons gripping something.
Race: Native American
Skin Tone: Very tan
Body Type: Slim and athletic
Clothing Style: Casual to the point of nudity
Footwear: Anything that isn't high heeled

Summary:
Leotie is taller that average with a slender build that belies tone, compact muscles. Her skin is a creamy tan reminiscent of Star Bucks a is set off by loosely curling black hair to her waist and deep, almost black brown eyes. Her face is framed by soaring cheekbones and a strong jaw that highlight her almost delicate lips and slightly to aquiline nose. Usually one can find Leotie in second hand jeans and thrift store t-shirt, since one can't carry a bag in one's wings. Her voice a soft, slightly hoarse alto that seems worn away by the wind.

Were Appearance;;

Eye Color: Yellow
Feather Color: Gold, various shades of brown, black
Feather Length: Short
Feather Texture: Neat, smooth, and very sleek
Size: Four foot tall, six and a half foot wingspan
Marks: Splash of gold feathers around her neck and shoulders

Personality;;

Likes:
1. Flying
2. Good food
3. Great Outdoors

Dislikes:
1. Thieves and invasion of privacy
2. The dead and vampires
3. Alcohol, drugs, or smoking

Flaws:
1. Selfish
2. Overly controlling
3. A bit arrogant, always thinks she's right
4. Superstitious

Blessings
1. Very intelligent and quick witted
2. Agile and fast
3. Ferociously loyal

Summary:
Leotie's first love is flying. The rush of air in her feathers is better than any drug induced high, which is merely one reason she can't stand them. Granted the other reason is that she hates being out of control, but that's not the point. A flaw from her eagle that seems to have rubbed off is her annoying possessive habits. If it hers, don't touch it. While she doesn't have many possessions, she guards them fiercely. Leotie is used to thinking on her feet (or wings) and tends to thinks she's right. An odd little habit she has is rubbing the soft skin of her inner wrist when she's thinking. Leotie was raised in the traditional beliefs of the Hopi, which teaches the obsessive avoidance of the dead and their ghosts. Since she was a child she has hated even the thought of being near dead people and she hates vampires.

Background Check;;

Family Members:
Lonan: Great grandfather. Shaman that started the curse.
Mala: Great grandmother. First to be cursed.
Agustin Soaringbird: Father. Died in the car accident.
Flora Blueridge: Mother. Died in car accident.
Jacy Soaringbird: Uncle. Raised her, also the shaman that taught her.
Conseja Soaringbird: Aunt. Raised her.
Joseph Sike Soaringbird: Cousin. Like a brother to her and runs her businesses.

Birth Place: Hopi Pueblo Reservation, Arizona
Childhood: Living in the empty desert with my aunt and uncle
Transformation: A curse passed down through my family.
Prey: Anything that I can get my talons on. I've been known to eat everything from mice and prairie dogs to livestock and wolves.
Moon Tidings: I change anytime
Other Transformation: I can't transform people
History:
Leotie's story starts far before she was born. One hundred and seventy years ago to be precise. The Hopi tribe had lived peacefully through Spanish conquistadors, French troops, and Mexican soldiers but had succumbed to raiding wars with the surrounding Navajo and Apache tribes. Her great grandparents were a young couple, newly married and already expecting a child. Neither knew, though. Living happily, they were the epitome of contentment until their camp was raided late one night.

Though Lonan, then a shaman in training, fought valiant to defend his wife Mala was carried of by a swift riding Apache warrior. He was distraught with worry for her, spending the empty nights searching for an answer in his magic. Weeks passed with little more result than a pile of odd smell ashes.

Meanwhile, Mala managed to sneak away from her captors and cross the open desert. Risking life and limb she managed to struggle back her husband she was visibly showing signs of pregnancy. Lonan was enraged, thinking the baby was the rape child of the Apache and casting her out of his life. His last words to her were a curse. They cursed the child and Mala to wonder the desert as solitary as the soaring birds.

Mala roamed the desert for a time, birthing the girl in a cave. Finding a new village she told a story of a murdered village and started a new life, though she was never the same. It wasn't until the girl's coming of age did Mala realize that Lonan's last words were more than she'd thought, as her daughter sprouted feathers and flew.

From the then on at least one child in a generation was an eagle.

Years and years later, Leotie was born to Agustin Soaringbird and Flora Blueridge on the blisteringly hot night of August 16, 1981. Agustin and Flora lived about two hundred miles outside Phoenix, Arizona on the Hopi Pueblo reservation. Her mother was a substitute teacher for the school district while her father was a technically a janitor, but his real passion lay in shamanism. They lived peacefully for nearly three years before they were killed in a terrible collision with a drunk driver. Though her father was a eagle like her, his injuries were far to severe to heal.

Tiny Leotie had been left with her aunt and uncle who took responsibility after the crash, raising her with their own child. Her school years were spent with her cousin Joseph as the two were inseparable. Though complete opposites, one was never far from the other. Both their grades were perfect, though Leotie often came home with comments like "Needs to be more active" or "Needs to learn to keep some comments to herself".

High school passed with little drama. On her fifteenth birthday, during her freshman year and just before her coming of age ceremony, Leotie shifted for the first time. But, Joseph didn't shift and it was finally revealed that he had been adopted as well since her Aunt Conseja was barren. Feeling desperately alone, the small family drifted apart, passing the four years in near silence. Both students graduated with full honors.

The day after graduation, Leotie left the reservation to soar around the country. For two years, the were-eagle did nothing more strenuous than hunt and contemplate the world from above. She didn't speak to another creature this time. Finally, with out warning, she landed on Joseph's dorm roof and enrolled in the college to major with Joseph in business.

Once again they graduated together and started the "Soaringbird Eco Parks" pretty much starting the eco tourism trend. They ran the two parks on the New Mexico and Arizona border, starting from the ground up until there was little for Leotie to actually do. The parks and land ran themselves and as their popularity grew, so did the staff. Though every week she would safely soar the valleys and deserts in the hundred square mile parks, she was board once again.

Seeing Leotie's need for freedom, Joseph offered to run the company if she would sell half of her share to him, splitting it seventy-five to twenty-five percent. He waived her off from the highest point in the park as his cousin took form and flew away.

Wondering the country from coast to coast and border to border, never staying longer that a month, Leotie has finally landed in New York. Who knows if she will stay or not? Leotie certainly doesn't
Code Word:
do the mashed potatoe, do the twiste

Mad Skills;;

Flap. Flap. Flap. Flap.

Ch-ChckBOOM!

The high caliber silver bullet whooshed past Leotie, so close she could feel the the air currents ruffle her tail feathers. Squawking in surprise, she dropped a few feet in an undignified heap before she regained her composure and steadied herself in the air. With a warlike screech Leotie's wings pumped the air and carried her fast for cover.

Ch-ChckBOOM!

This time the bullet passed straight between her wing and body, only luck and air separated her from death. 'Hells bells,' thought the still human part of Leotie, 'Someone's hunting me!' Quickly she decided that cover was her first priority and flew hard for a nearby clump of desert pines. The wind whistled in her ears and her heart pounded with fear and adrenaline in her throat. If she could just make it in time!

Leotie crashed into the tree branches with the third bullet shattering the wood above her head in a shower of clean smelling splinters. Gravity took hold and she desperately scrambled to change shape as the fell through the spiky branches. Trailing needles and bark, the were eagle fell to the ground as her bones cracked and split. Her talons shrank, beak receded, and legs grew. As if in rewind, Leotie's feather reverse grew back into her now perfectly bronzed skin.

A tall, golden, and above all naked woman landed in a heap at the base of the tree to the hunters surprise. Rising with murder in her eyes she ran for the hunter, who's fluorescent orange 'camouflage' was to the charging woman as a red cape to a bull. With super human speed Leotie bore the man to the ground, ripping the rifle from his hands.

Pressing the barrel hard to the man's throat, leaning nearly all her weight on the metal, she growled between clenched teeth, "Don't you know poaching's illegal?" Leaning nose to nose with the poacher, and eyes still flooded with raptor yellow, she pressed, "Well do you?" Though the man looked like a heart attack waiting to happen, the were- eagle had him pinned with a bar leg on either side as her pitch black tresses spilled around their faces. Eyes finally begin to swirl a darker brown with the predatory gold, Leotie gave a hoarse caw as the man nodded with genuine fear. "Good." She muttered, and knocked the butt against his temple.

Leotie stood and arched her bronzed body in a perfect stretch. Cracking her neck she began to walk away. Slowly, her pace increase and her shift began to take hold. Soon she was running and sharp spiky feathers had begun to sprout while her features stretched into a beak. Soon she was sprinting and bones were snapping while her fingers and spread into wings.

Soon there was only the soaring bird.

[Isi Runasimi]

very nice!
a c c e p t e d !