Post by stella on May 25, 2009 13:56:39 GMT -5
Stella Degarmo
is now entering it's all in yer mind
is now entering it's all in yer mind
About You;;
behind the RPer
Name: Bri (pronounced Bree)behind the RPer
Age:15
Years of Rping:3-4
Contact:I don't check my e-mail so don't contact me there, just go onto IM and add daqueenbitchfromhell and that's me.
ID Tag;;
Alias: Stellas/stellar/stella
Name: Stellana Degarmo
Gender: female
Orientation: bisexual
Real Age: 215
Physical Age: 25
Species: Were-tiger
Sire: doesn't know him
Religious Affiliation:Wicca
Wealth: 80,000 a year
Job: She's a military trainerDear Diary;;
Specialties:
1.Working with guns
2.painting abstract
3.Working with humans
Summary:
She can't be away from her precious Cubs. The humans she works with are always her cubs, and she will make any and everyone that hurts her cubs pay. She paints abstract only to make the time pass by when she doesn't want to work with anything or anyone, she can't go a day without working with her paintings and keeping her temper under control. But her love of guns is what truly keeps her in contact with the real human world. She cannot get enough of the explosive "boom sticks" as she put them so bluntly when she first knew about them. She loves the guns with a passion and will go into town with only one thing in mind: guns. She has a collection of guns and will take out an older gun and show them how easy her cubs have when it comes to shooting and guns.
Weakness:
1.Silver
2.her temper
3.her attachment to humans
Summary:
Of course, there is the attachment to humans she always had. She can go for days with humans and be raging with the lust for flesh, but she would starve herself for her cubs then take one for her own desire. Her temper is another something that anyone can take her down with. She can go off into a rage at the slightest thing. She will often yell, but there have been few times when she went off into a haze and killed the human, but that was isolated incidences and she didn't like the human any ways. Her weakness to silver is basic; she can't touch it, she can't have it any where near her. She loves the look, and uses it in her paintings almost all the time, but she cannot have the metal near her, just the essence from it makes her sick.Human Appearance;;
Hair:deep inky black
Eyes:deep icy Grey
Height:5'8''
Marks: she has a heart out lining her ankle and a smokey blue eye on her palm
Race: Were tiger
Skin Tone: ivory
Body Type: she's an amazon. she's tall and lanky with wry muscles
Clothing Style:
Footwear:Her Boots
her nice going out shoes
her everyday shoes
Summary:
She is a tallish 5 ft 8 in. and she uses it to her advantage, her long limbs and average torso making her look even taller. She wears short skirts and shorts to make her legs look even longer and tube tops to make her slim and fragile frame look better. She is very pale, deathly pale, and she loves it. She never tans, only burns. She isn't very coordinated though, so she never wears her high heels very soon. She loves to wear skinny jeans when she's not in training with the humans. Then she wears the normal military uniform and her hair's tied up into a high tight bun under her military cap. She doesn't wear dresses though, but she will wear skirts, but no dresses, the last time she wore them, she was checking in on the pregnant cows.Were Appearance;;
Eye Color: a bright orange
Fur Color:black, white and orange
Fur Length:a bit longer then average
Fur Texture:soft and silky (she has a thing about keeping it clean)
Size: she's a bit bigger then the average tiger
Marks: On her left hip (only in white)Personality;;
Likes:
1.Reading
2.working with guns
3.protecting her cubs (humans she works with)
Dislikes:
1.burning books
2.silver (hurts her)
3.being away from her cubs
Flaws:
1. her attachment to humans
2.clumsiness
3.her detachment to other weres
Blessings
1.heightened smell
2.speed
3.quick thought
Summary:
She's a complete total sweet heart when she wants to be, and will use that to her advantage. She can do anything she wants to you, but first she finds what makes you tick. She has her morals though; like she won't make anyone do anything that they don't want to do, she'll just talk you into doing it and wanting to do it. She loves to read in silent room and paint in just silent room too. She listens to any type of music and will memorize the song within minutes. She plays the violin, guitar, flute and clarinet. She has too much time, can you tell?Background Check;;
Family Members: all gone
Birth Place: Transylvania
Childhood: When she was young she can only remember large fields of wheat and barely out lined with trees of the wild forests that she always loved. Working hard on the farm and the pub were her delight always.
Transformation: It was painful, something she'd rather forget. She fell first when ever she tried to walk, then everything grew sharper, outlines like razors, colors like bombs. Every scent burst in her nose like she was smelling it anew. The grass under her paws was like blades if she didn't step on it just right, everything hurt her sensitive ears. She only wishes to get away from everything that that fateful day was.
Prey:Her prey is animals. She cannot stand the sight of a human being killed by her paws, she will go after moose, elk, and many more large animals, even carnivores.
Moon Tidings: she is not bound by the full moons, but the sliver moons. Every time the moon is below three percent, her instincts take over and she must
Other Transformation:She will never transform a figure of her prey, but it's her bite mixed with her saliva that shifts her prey, but her blood to their blood is most effective.
History:
She was a normal girl when she was young. She had a loving mother a caring father and seven siblings. She made everything as good as she could for her siblings and her parents. She was the protector of the younger siblings, the idol to the older ones, and the provider for her whole family. She would go out each day and work her butt off in the fields, then after that she would work until midnight at the local pub so that she could feed her parents. Her siblings worked on the farm with her and the boys worked with her in the field whilst the girls made sure all the animals had food and water and the pregnant ewes, horses, and cows were doing well. Her life was hectic, yes, but she loved every minute of it. She had gotten into this life with the joy of working, and she knew that until her parents had gotten better and over their illness, she wouldn't stop working.
She had gone out one night to check on the cows, three of them were having calves in a few weeks and she needed to know if they were premature or not, and had a feeling about something. Every time she looked over her shoulder though, nothing. She dismissed it quickly, thinking it was just nerves for the new calves, and went to check on the cows.
She had just come back in from the barn when something tackled her. She screamed, but no one came to her rescue. She was ripped open at her neck, her pale red blood spilling out and something dripped into the wound. She sat there trying to get a grip on her assailant. Before she knew it she was in more pain then the shallow cut to her neck could offer. Her bones ached and she was on fire. The fire spread and spread until she couldn't feel anything but the burning lust for the hunt was all that she could take.
She woke up the next day, her dress full of blood, and her hands and face stained with the elixir of life. She felt everything new, all the colors were a blast in her eyes, all the smells deadly assaults on her nose, all the noises cannons firing in her ears. She couldn't take it any more. She ran as far and as fast as she could from the farm, and isolated herself in a sound proof building so that she could work out what she was and how she could control it. But every eye slit moon (3% and less moon), she would go and kill to sate her hunger for the flesh of others. She would force herself to either pick someone who was obviously stalking someone for some evil deed, or someone that wasn't going to be missed. But that didn't work for very long. And after a few hundred years of moving from place to place in the forest not far from the city itself.
She soon had built herself a house, a Gothic looking house that no one dared go into, so she was safe from the random joggers and such as she worked on her ever pressing question: Can this be reversed? But she could not stand the silence for very much longer. She returned to the city and got trained as a military trainer. She found her fondness for humans then. They were so fragile, so delicate, so.... short lived. She couldn't help but become attached to the humans that were around her. She still lives to this day in her castle like home, training troops for the war, and making her tiger like self away from her cubs while she is hunting.
Code Word:
do the mashed potatoe, do the twisteMad Skills;;
A slim elegant girl with light brown hair with pink streaks walked in, her high stiletto heels clicking on the tiled floor. She sighed slightly, looking around, her light toffee brown eyes taking in everything but Jasper Swift, she wasn't used to having people around her at this time of night, just the AIs and the EIs. She yawned slightly, stretching and opening up her lab coat, exposing her White corset like shirt with bell sleeves and a black and blue cloth skirt.
She sighed slightly and yawned again, walking over to the paper work and gave a small growl
"Messy, messy, messy... I should expect that though... He's been up for such a long time... He should go home and get some rest... But he's doing so much and he's so close."
She smiled lightly and began to organize his papers, neatening them slightly, making them so he could see what he needed to and make other papers that were just notes in a separate neat pile. She pulled back her hair into a high messy bun and scratched the base of her head slightly.
"He's been working so hard... He's almost there... He's gounna get there as soon as he can."
she giggled slightly and flicked back her hair. She started humming as she worked on the mess he had made when he was working.
After she was done, she moved over to the other lab stations and started to clean them spotless. She barely ever went home, since she had no one to go home to, not since Egypt and her father...
She started to tear up, but she stopped herself and wiped her eyes free of tears. She shook her head, her eyes closed and clenched. She sighed and went back to cleaning the labs, the scientists were so messy, even the EIs were at least a bit cleaner then them. She giggled and scrunched up her nose cutely as she walked over to the garbage can and threw out the extra peices of paper that were left around.
She sighed looked down at her feet. She growled slightly and pulled them off of her feet, a sigh of relief escaping her lips.
"I don't know how people wear these all day."
She giggled at the thought of an even taller stiletto and shook her head 'Crazies' she giggled again and sighed as she sat down on a counter and looked up at the ceiling, mock bathing in the lights.
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