Miss Black [Finished]

[taylorrae]

Ophelia Renee Black
is now entering it's all in yer mind

About You;;
behind the RPer

Name: Taylor Rae
Age:18, going to be 19 June 26th
Years of Rping: Hah, Uhm, Probably since I was twelve. XD
Contact:
Aim: xraeofsunx3
Windows Live: [e-mail]
Yahoo: [e-mail]
Myspace: www.myspace.com/taybabii05

ID Tag;;

Alias: Ophelia, or simply Opi
Name: Ophelia Renee Black
Gender: Female
Orientation: Striaght
Real Age: 20
Physical Age: 23
Species: Were-Tiger
Sire: I never knew his name, after he changed me he left me for dead.
Religious Affiliation: None
Wealth: Middle class wealth.
Job: Zoo Zeeper. Works with all the Big Cats, especially Tigers of course, since she now uderstands them on a more personal level.

Dear Diary;;

Specialties: Besides the fact I change into a tiger? ;D
1. Darkness, one of the best things of being part 'cat'. I can see in the dark.
2. Super Speed, I am impossibly fast, and very agile.
3. Telepath, and thank my elders for being able to speak with thier minds to each other.

Summary:
Being Were is all so new to me, Of course I'd heard the legends, the stories my elders had told many years ago, but I'd never believed them. Not until now. Of course, before the change I was a pretty average girl. Ok, maybe I wasn't so average. I've never been a truly girly girl, not afraid of the dark or scary stories. Bugs and being dirty don't creep me out either like some girls I know. I used to love turning all the lights of in my room and playing in the dark. I enjoy running, for fun even, not just when I did Cross Country in high school, I enjoy the rush of adrenaline. I tend to be an adrenaline junkie, only sometimes though. I also enjoy swimming, I can swim just as fast as I run, maybe even faster now that I can become a tiger!

Weakness:
1. Control, Because this is new, I'm still having a hard time controlling myself when turned.
2. Tracking, My tracking is off, it's very hard to just focus on one thing, due to my ADD.
3. Trust, I'm a very trusting person, though sometimes too trusting.

Summary:
I tend to have a short temper, but very rarely, and because of this I have an Extremely hard time controlling myself when I've transformed. I'm trying to hard to learn self-restraint, you have no idea. I'm not exactly the smartest, and I can be easily distracted by one thing or another, I can't just focus on one specific thing. Ever. It's always oh that smell, and oh that sight, and oh that feel! It makes it hard for me to hunt, or even track things. I often lend my trust to the wrong sorts of people, and have gotten myself into a decent amount of trouble for it.

Human Appearance;;

Hair: Lengthy, brown black
Eyes: Grey, varies on lights and mood
Height: 5'9"
Marks: Tiger Lily Tattoo along the right rib cage
Race: White
Skin Tone: Pale, ivory-ish
Body Type: Slender, Long
Clothing Style: Varies on my mood, some days nicer than others.
Footwear: Usually heels, but sometimes it's just a flip flop kinda day.

Summary:
More than once have I been told how pretty I was, or how delicious I've looked. But that's not entirely what I care about. I love being me, and who I am, but some days I just wish I was some plain jane girl. I just want to be normal sometimes. Of course like any girl there are some days where I want to have everyone's attention, whether good or bad. All eyes on me. Mmm, what a yummy thought. I've never been much for tattoos, but the one I have is in Rememberance of my Grandmother, Emily Jane Black.

Tiger Appearance;;

Eye Color:Topaz/Gold
Fur Color: The usual bright Orange, with the Black stripes and White patches
Fur Length: Slightly longer around the face, and end of the tail, but the rest is normal.
Fur Texture: Smooth around the face, and most the torso, but a bit rough around the paws.
Size: A tiny bit smaller than the normal Sumatra Tiger, a bit more slender, kinda aerodynamic for lack of a better term.
Marks: Nothing particular, besides the white "eye make-up" I look like I have, but that's all Sumatra Tigers.

Personality;;

Likes:
1. Frozen White Mochas, and other yummy coffees.
2. Playing Piano, or listening to most music.
3. Endlessly reading, or writing down my thoughts before I forget

Dislikes:
1. Tofu, god that stuff even looks revolting.
2. Clutter, or messes! Ugh, I don't want to live like an animal, even though I'm part one!
3. Too much rain. Muddy puddles aren't much fun when you just washed those pants.

Flaws:
1. My ADD/ADHD
2. My Slight Temper
3. Addiction to Caffienated Drinks

Summary:
I'm so glad my mother made me learn piano, it's one of the best things I've ever done. I often find myself lost in music, [With no help from my disorder] and if you notice I'm playing 'the invisible piano' with my fingers then know I'm most likely not listening. Sorry! I'm often looking for things to do with my hands, and I hate seeing a messy room so usually you can find me cleaning. Everything. If it's muddy outside you better expect to be taking off your shoes at my door, because I will not have muddy foot prints in my house. On a plus, I like reading, or writing in my journal. When I don't have plans I suaully end up at a Starbucks, or local coffee shop to enjoy some 'Me' time.

Background Check;;

Family Members:
Brooke Renee LoSasso; Mother, 47. Living in Brighton, MI.
James Alexander Black; 49. Also in Brighton, MI.
Logan Riley Black; 14. Living in Brighton, MI with Parents.
Birth Place: Detroit Hospital, MI.
Childhood: A decent amount actually, because I'm not all that old really. It was pretty easy life, middle-class. My father worked a lot, and My mom was a stay-at-home until I started Elementary school, she did the same for my younger brother, Logan.
Transformation: I was spending a summer on the island of Sumatra, which belongs to Indonesia. I was attacked by a Were-Tiger, which I didn't even know existed until then, and left for dead.
Prey: I try to hunt outside of New York, I'm too afraid to get caught. I'm also too afraid to try and eat a human, so I avoid them at all costs during the change. Usually I go for fish as much as possible, an occasional coyote or even small bears if I'm hungry enough.
Moon Tidings: It's something to do with the moon, but I'm having a hard time pinpointing it. Just when I think I've figured it out I find something new I've missed.
Other Transformation: Oh god, I wouldn't if I could help it. I didn't get a choice in my fate, and it sucked, so why curse that on someone else? But if I did, it would be a bite, and exchange of my saliva into their bloodstream.
History:
Oh, the story of my life? If you really, really want to hear it. Life 'pre-were' was pretty normal. On August 1st, 1988 I was born in Detroit, Michigan I wasn't much of a special girl, though I did have a pretty large crowd of friends. My parents loved me to pieces, and wanted me to have the best they could give me. They sent me to some of the better schools, and got me spectacular piano lessons. Since I told them I didn't want to be a ballerina like the other girls, they figured piano was the next best thing. When I was 6 my mother got pregnant with my little brother, and he was born after my 7th birthday on November 5th, 1995. Logan was the prettiest baby boy I'd ever seen in my life. Gorgeous dark black hair, and beautiful caramel colored eyes. We grew up practically inseperable. I did my best to help him with his school work, but he didn't need it. Logan was actually very smart. Years passed and I had finally made it through the awkward stages of middle school, and into the more confused teenage years of highschool. It felt like I breezed through it, all to easily. Though I was pretty, and had a decent amount of friends, I never spent much time bothering with boy friends. Sure there were plenty of boys who liked me, but my mother had imprinted into my brain that boys were trouble and to avoid them as long as I could. When I graduated highschool my little brother begged me to stay near home for college. He claimed he'd miss me too much, so I caved and stayed in Michigan as long as I could stand it.

It was only a year since I'd graduated highschool, and I had a steady job working at the zoo. I did a lot of odd jobs when I was younger, but when I graduated a more experienced keeper took me under his wing to help teach me to become a keeper as well. It was the coolest thing I've ever done in my life. All of my coworkers were very proud of how far I'd come, and that I had finally become part of their "family." That summer they invited me to go on a trip to Indonesia, to bargain with a reserve about getting us a pair of Sumatran Tigers. I was so excited, and I couldn't turn them down. The trip was scheduled to take all of the month of June, with the option of leaving early if things didn't go as planned. Which of course, they didn't. I had taken it upon myself to go out hiking one day, with only an hour or so until dusk. At the time it didn't seem like such a bad idea, I was dying to see what sorts of animals came out at night in this strange rainforest. I stumbled along the dimly lit trail, doing my best to try and mark my path so I could find my way back. After what seemed like hours of wandering, with no luck of any interesting wildlife I heard a low growl. I froze in place, hardly daring to breathe, praying the growling creature wouldn't hear my heart wildly pounding against my rib cage. I stood there for about 5 minutes before the growling stopped, at which point a took a very, very deep breath. The last thing I remember seeing was a deep orange monster flying at me, then.. darkness. When I awoke I was inside the nurse's tent, bandages wrapped around me in all sorts of places. They explained how they found me, and that I would've been dead if they had gotten to me any sooner. After that night, my life had changed, and I didn't even know it yet. About a week after the accident we headed back to the U.S., accompanied by two beautiful Sumatran Tiger mates.

It took a few weeks before the change happened. It was on a night with no moon, and luckily I had taken myself out camping that weekend. The pain was excruciating, I really, truly thought I was dying, for whatever reason. I laid in the middle of my campsite, writhing in pain, ending up covered in dirt and sweat. My eyes turned gold, claws sprouted where my finger nails should have been and a long tail appeared out of nowhere. Before I knew it, the pain stopped, my clothes laid in torn pieces all around me, and suddenly I felt different, unlike myself. I caught sight of my reflection in the silver metal of a pan laying near some of my things. I tried to scream, but all that came from my mouth was a deafening roar. With that, I ran for my life, scared out of my wits. I ran for what felt like hours before I stopped, my path cut off by a long winding river. I paced at it's edge, breathing harshly, afraid to look at my all too unfamiliar reflection again. I closed my eyes, peeking over the edge of the water, took a deep breath and opened them. What I saw staring back at me was a beautiful sumatran tiger, I couldn't believe it. 'What the hell happened to me?!' I thought bitterly, angrily. I let my now tiger body collapse at the river's bank, a loud huff escaped my nostrils. I closed my eyes, willing myself to be strong, and praying that this was only some wicked dream. After a few moments I opened my eyes again, still finding myself an exotic tiger, just hanging out in the forests of Michigan. My mind wandered many options, and ideas, before coming to some very real decisions. One, part of me now and forever will be a Tiger. Two, I could not let anyone see me this way, and would do anything in my power to make sure of that. Three, I was NOT going to be a monster. I'd survive off of wild game just the way a real tiger would survive. Four, That this was, by far, the most spectacular thing that had ever happened to me.
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Why am I in New York? Heh, I was wondering when you'd ask me that.
Well, I got offered a job transfer from the Detroit Zoo to the New York Zoo. An offer I couldn't refuse. All of my family, friends, and my coworkers supported my decision to take the job, and were very happy for me. Logan was horrified that I was leaving him, but I promised he could come see me whenever he wanted, and I would make trips to come see him as often as I could manage.

Code Word: Do the Mashed Potatoe, Do the Twiste [?]
In the rules

Mad Skills;;

I am running, faster than I have ever ran before. I'm being chased by some hideous monster, he was slowly gaining on me. His four feet gaining more ground than my only two. Even with that fact in mind I ran as fast as I could, taking a deep breath as I plunged into the growth of the looming jungle ahead of us. My eyes focused hard, watching for anything that would hinder my progress as I managed to make my way through the branches and shrubbery of the ground beneath me. All of a sudden the monsterous beast was looming in front of me. I stumbled to a stop, falling to me knees at the feet of the beast. I looked up into it;s golden eyes, begging for my life. The creature looked thoughtful for a moment, before it's golden eyes flashed red and everything went black.
Ophelia Black broke into a cold sweat and awoke screaming in a tangled heap of sheets on the floor near her bed. When her eyes finally adjusted to the dark light and realized where she was her screaming stopped. Her breath was ragged as she tried to regain her composure, "Oh my god." She groaned, leaning up on her elbows and searching for her alarm clock. The bright red glare caught her off guard and she shielded her eyes, "Ugh," Ophelia grumbled moving so she could see the time clearly. '5:38 A.M.' Too early to be awake, yet too close to the set alarm to even consider going back to sleep. She wearily untangled herself from her sheets, leaving them in a lifeless pile on the floor before she let herself collapse onto her queen sized bed. 'Good thing I live alone.' She thought bitterly as she closed her eyes and listened to the thick silence that fell around her. After a few moments she regained herself, her thoughts, and her senses. "Ok, time to get up." She told herself, slowly getting out of bed, and trying to go about her daily routine. "Just another day," Ophelia tried to convince herself as she prepared for another day in New York.

[Isi Runasimi]

Good job!;;
a c c e p t e d !

[taylorrae]

WAHOOOO -does happy dance-
Where should I begin? ^^