Elaina Wood

[elainawood]

Elaina Wood;;
is now entering it's all in yer mind

About You;;
behind the RPer

Kate
Age:Fourteen+
Years of Rping:uh 2...maybe three idk
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ID Tag;;

Alias: Ella
Name: Elaina Wood
Gender: Female
Orientation: Straight
Real Age: 44
Physical Age: 8
Species: Were-Wolf
Sire: Does not remember
Religious Affiliation: Catholic
Wealth: In Poverty
Job: She works when she can, usually she just finds her money or begs for it

Dear Diary;;

Specialties:
1. Transformations (Full Moon for now)
2. Super Speed (both forms)
3. Enhanced Vision (both forms)

Summary:
Ella is pretty new to the whole werewolf thing. Her specialties are limited to only defensive techniques. Her super speed allows her to stay away from trouble, which keeps her alive. Ella is able to run as fast as a car going 25 mph, which for a young-looking child, is pretty fast. Her enhanced vision keeps her alert and focused, its as if her whole area of sight is in focus as well. She can concentrate on one thing, but her peripheral vision is much more adapted to her lifestyle. Transformation is just a gimme, she can only transform during a full moon, for it is the least painful route. She has only tried transforming without a full moon once, and it was too painful to bear.

Weaknesses:
1. Silver
2. Transformation w/o Full Moon
3. Scent of Fresh Meat

Summary:
Although Ella is getting used to the whole werewolf thing, she still has some weaknesses she has no control over. For one, Ella is dependent on the full moon for a transformation. She is much too weak in her child-like body for anything having to do with transformation without it. This is very hard because her offensive techniques only show through this stage. Another weakness is silver of course, but it is much more deadly if it comes in contact with her. Ella is still fragile and weak, even though she is intelligent. Her last weakness is the smell of fresh meat. She tries not to steal, but she cannot help it if her were-instincts kick in. At least she is good at conning people out of their food…it would be harder if she had to steal by force.

Human Appearance;;

Hair: Dark Brunette, which is long and passes her shoulders. Curls frame her face and roll like waves along her back
Eyes: Light Brown with flecks of hazel, making them exceptionally pretty
Height: 4’7’’
Marks: Freckles across her cheeks, a terrible gash on her side, most likely the cause of her lycanthropy
Race: Caucasian
Skin Tone: Extremely Pale
Body Type: Small and skinny
Clothing Style: Ella usually wears an old pair of jeans and a black shirt that clashes with her skin, she has a woolen jacket she got from her old guardian, she wears it during the winter
Footwear: She prefers to walk barefoot, but is now easing herself into wearing boots, due to the cold

Summary:
Ella has the appearance and stature of a new eight year old. Her face is rounded and young, holding a tiny nose and lips that conceal perfect “baby teeth”. Few freckles dot her cheeks, making it seem dirty due to its abnormal paleness. Although from afar, Ella looks as an eight year old child should, some things set her apart from one. Her height for one is above average for a girl of her appearance, but most people shrug that off of her image, thinking she was born tall. It is a good assumption, for she indeed was tall just like her mother before her. But she also possesses something else, something that isn’t even seen in the brightest of eight year olds. Her eyes, brown and chocolaty, carry the sense of wisdom that is rarely even seen in people twice her age. The tiny orbs that center her face are alert, and lack the innocence most likely to be found in children who do not carry lycanthropy. Although the innocence does not exist normally, Ella can fill them with the same sort of aura, which is how she cons so many. Many people believe her eyes are the most striking feature she carries, the most striking that is visible of course.

Ella usually wears anything she can find or steal. Sometimes it may be a pretty sun dress she got from a sympathetic woman, other times it may be a pair of overalls she snuck from the boy’s store. For now she wears a black t-shirt with boy’s pants, and a pink fluffy jacket on cold nights. Ella carries around some things she manages to con or steal in a Barbie backpack she snatched from a girl her age. It carries a brush, some snacks, and her money supply. Her hair she usually leaves untamed, meaning it curls down her back in majestic waves, some strands managing to frame her face. They make her eyes that much more pretty in a way. Ella does try to keep it up sometimes when she is off looking for a meal, but usually she cannot find a hair tie, so some strands of her hair may be stained with red, due to her dinner preferences.

Ella’s mark is the result of a massive lycan bite that was given to her at a young age. The scar is hideous and dreadful, which is why Ella does her best to cover it up. The bite marks form a crescent-shaped scar along the left side of her tiny body, and it is very easy to spot when Ella can’t hide it, even from a long distance. The scar covers her whole lower torso, and even manages to conceal her belly-button. Sometimes people mistake it for a shark bite, but in reality, it is much much worse.

Wolf Appearance;;

Eye Color: Light Brown
Fur Color: Dark Brunette
Fur Length: Long
Fur Texture: Shaggy, almost curly in a way
Size: 5’5’’
Marks: When on all fours, her large gash is visible, for the fur covering it is very thin

Personality;;

Likes:
1. Other People, its why she lives in New York
2. Big Macs (Her absolute favorite cooked meat)
3. Running
4. Central Park
5. Daylight
6. Warmth

Dislikes:
1. Rodents
2. Funny Smells (Sewage; Vampire; Wet Werewolf; etc)
3. Her age (neutral)
4. Twilight
6. Snow

Flaws:
1. She is a thief
2. Not a problem solver
3. More of a follower, not a leader
4. Very quiet, not the one to start conversations

Summary: Ella is very bright and intelligent. She is an easy person to get along with, especially adults, for her vocabulary surpasses most of those who are around her age. Her words flow with ease, and most people refer to her as “the wandering prodigy” for her charismatic skills. Charisma is her gift, but strategic thinking is not. Ella can not solve puzzles if they are thrown at her, because she likes to work at her own pace. Snap-decisions are out for her, and she usually just runs if she senses danger. Luckily she has yet to be discovered by something dangerous that could pose a threat, but she feels her lucky streak may be running out soon.

Ella is a quiet person, she likes to listen more than she likes to talk. The human face and its many emotions amaze her, and she is always hypnotized by the way it moves when its owner brings on a new feeling. Her favorite is infatuation and embarrassment, for the colors it brings are beautiful to her. Ella spends her time in Central Park listening to conversations of other people that come to mingle. If she is approached, she socializes, but she never is the person to start up any talking herself. It is only when people ask her of her family that she starts up a conversation of her own. Most people wonder how she could be so pale when she clearly spends most of her time in the sun, for Ella is indeed the sun’s biggest fan. She hates rainy days, and embraces the sun by running through the many forested areas of New York. She tends to laugh at herself, one of the few childish traits she still carries around with her, for the sun and its warmth tend to make her more relaxed and comfortable. The sweet smells of nature and the sweet feelings brought on by the sun are two of her most favorite things.

Background Check;;

Family Members:Elain=Mother ??=Father
Birth Place: Chicago 1964
Transformation: Life before her lycanthropy is vague and colorless, this is because she was young when she was changed, and most things she recalls are major changes in her four years of normal life. Ella does not know the person her changed her, but she does remember that she was sleepless, as if her whole body was paranoid. She was thrown of her tiny bed and bit into on the side, or so she believes. Luckily, her mother saved her by killing the wolf with a silver bullet, which she had in possession due to her supernatural beliefs. It was a miracle Ella survived. She lost a pint of blood before doctors could patch her up. They did not know it was too late for Ella, and she would be cursed to a life as a cursed wolf forever.
Prey: Ella is rather fond of cooked meat, although most werewolves frown upon it. She does enjoy vermin and sometimes she may try to hunt larger mammals if the moon is very big and full.
Moon Tidings: Although Ella does have the ability to transform whenever she chooses, it is far too painful to try transforming without the moon’s presence.
Other Transformation: Although she has never dared to bite another on purpose, it is when a human’s bloodstream comes in contact with the saliva that resides in her mouth.
History:
Ella had only four years. Four years to live a human life. Four years to experience a human nature. And four years to be loved by her superstitious mother. She had only four years, because on the eve of her fifth birthday, she was brutally attacked by an unknown being, and she only survived thanks to the silver bullet that pierced the attacker’s heart, the silver bullet that her mother kept in her “jewelry box”. No one knows why Ella was attacked, no one except her mother, and Ella’s mother is long gone.

It all started in Chicago. It was a rapidly growing community, one where creatures of the night were seen as myths and fantasies. Elain Miller lived by herself in a two bedroom apartment on the fifth floor of Worstershire Apartment Complexes. She was forced to the city because of work, which she strongly detested. Her few friends she had in her hometown of Milwaukee had encouraged her to move to Chicago, so she could support herself, and her bulbous stomach that protected a tiny child that had been the consequence of a sexual assault. Elain was scarred after that occurrence, and had a new air to her. Her friends had noticed that she was starting to believe in vampirism and lycanthropy, exclaiming that she had been taken control of by a wolfish man, too fierce to have fought back against. Her friends thought she needed a new start, which is why they all but kicked her out of Wisconsin. Elain found a job in Chicago, which she reluctantly took. She had now lived there for six months, her career was taking off, she had already been promoted twice, most likely due to her good looks and full figure. Rumors had been circulating about the boss being fond of the budding bartender, and had even asked for a dinner date with her. Elain declined politely, but that did not waver his efforts. Elain wanted to quit, but stuck to it for the money. She was expecting after all. The young woman continued this lifestyle until April 13th, the Friday her daughter was born. Not a good sign. But she welcomed in Elaina Wood Miller with open arms, and enough cash to support her for now.

Elaina’s first birthday came with good tidings. Elain had taken her to Milwaukee for her celebration, and Ella met many of her mother’s friends. Presents were scattered everywhere within the small space of Elain’s mother’s home. Everyone was excited to see Elain so happy, so they went all out with gifts for baby Ella. Many things she received were preposterous, especially for a one year old, but Elain was happy, and so was Ella.

The rest of Ella’s childhood is dim, only sometimes coming back to her when she truly thinks about it. Her birthday is her fondest memory, it’s the only memory she has of her mother’s face as well.
Ella was up late at night on April 12th 1969. It was almost midnight when a strange noise came from outside her window. It sounded much like howling, or so it seemed. Ella’s heart rate shot up almost immediately, even though her mind just called it off as a stray dog howling in grief. Her mother had bought an apartment in New York two years ago, and now she had a large room with an open closet… Ella trembled as she tried to hide herself under her pillows. Her mother’s apartment building was on the first floor, and Ella’s window faced the open alleyways littered with trees and roses, her mother’s attempt to make it more appealing. Ella shivered underneath her covers as sweat began pooling on her forehead. She had the strange sense of paranoia, which overtook her immediately. Ella sat up in her bed and scoped around, not finding anything out of the ordinary. She hummed to herself, but the paranoia became worse as another ear-splitting howl came from outside. The moon was full and bright, casting an eerie shadow in Ella’s room. She shivered some more before finally calling for her mother’s presence. Her voice was light and soft, but she heard her mother in the next room. She waited patiently for her to come see what was wrong, but her patience was lost when dark and muggy air began hitting the side of her neck…the side where her window was. Ella managed to let out a short-lived scream before being knocked to the ground, razor sharp teeth cutting into her side. She screamed in horror as the teeth cut in deeper. Her heart raced as panicked footsteps from outside her bedroom were heard. A drawer opened, and before long Ella’s bedroom was now accompanying three people. Her mother held a shotgun in her hand, aiming it at the thing biting into little Ella. Elain shot at it twice, hitting the beast’s side and head in the process. The beast roared once before falling to its side, jaws red with Ella’s blood. Elain hurried to her daughter, picking her up and racing for the front of her apartment. She worked hastily, covering Ella’s torso with towels and bandages. Afterwards, she picked up the child and carried her to her car. She raced for the ER, Ella moaning in the front seat, losing blood most likely. In a matter of minutes, Elain had Ella in the emergency room, surrounded by specialists. They moved quickly, sewing up the wound before pumping blood into the dying child. It took all night for them to get her fixed up, which was enough time for the saliva that had been deposited into the wound spread through her bloodstream. Which of course, was not good.

It was the day of her birthday , it was also the second day of the full moon, which would rise as soon as the sun set. Ella was in the hospital, slowly recovering from the massive assault that had occurred last night. She was light-headed and drowsy, only waking up once throughout the whole night. Her mother stayed by her side, holding her hand and telling her soothing words. Ella could not make out her mother’s face, only her voice as she sang lullabies into Ella’s ear. “What a birthday, huh Ellie.” Elain said softly, the last thing Ella ever heard from her mother.

Night crawled upon New York City, and as soon as the full moon rose, Ella woke up, giddy and alert. She felt alive and healthy. Her nostrils picked up the scent of blood, and her eyes made out the bag full of the liquid next to her bed. New scents filled her nose, and new sounds filled her ears. Her skin was on fire under the hospital sheets, so she immediately kicked them off. Something within her ached for freedom, which couldn’t be that hard to find. Ella made her way towards the window of her fourth-story room, and looked out, eyes immediately glazing over when the full moon came into view. Her mouth opened widely as her hand pressed against the glass. It was as if the moon was hypnotizing her, and she was too weak to look away. A chorus of howls filled her oversensitive ears, and immediately something began to happen. Pain unbearable began to make its way through her, engulfing her in some sort of smothering blanket. Her bones her snapping and readjusting themselves, and new bones were beginning to grow. Muscles within her stretched over her new limbs, and her whole body was consumed in a blanket of brown fur. It felt as if it had taken a thousand minutes, but when Ella looked over to the clock, she saw that it had been a mere two minutes. She tried to stand up, but whenever she did so, she fell back down on all fours. Something was bothering her though, and as she scoped around, she noticed that her once creamy skin was covered in shaggy brown fur. Her ears twitched, a new movement she had never been able to do before. She growled when she took not of a long spindly limb coming from the rump of her new body.

It was a tail.

Angst filled her to the top as she realized what she was. She was a dog. A five year old…a dog. Confusion filled her, but also a new sense of intelligence…her mother had told her that dogs were all born smart…it was because of their…instincts? Immediately her mind went blank and Ella’s instincts took over. She broke through the glass, and free fell down to the sidewalk that aligned the giant hospital. She made a run for it, but the rest that had happened was blank…her instincts had wiped away her memory.

Now a more intelligent werewolf, Ella has grown into the appearance of an eight year old in 39 years. She is smart and witty, knowing how to look after herself defense wise. Now she searches for her mother, and on the nights of the full moon, wanders the streets of New York, a creature of the dark.


Code Word:
i hAve read the rules

Mad Skills;;

[Example of your Role-Playing]

It was evening time in Camar, the stars twinkled in the distant skies and the harbor that was usually packed with ships with fish was barren, due to the twilight hour. The roads were dimly lit by the lanturns that hung low enough to be touched by small children. For the most part, the streets lay deserted, no one walked these roads at night, they all stayed hidden in their homes, sleeping their troubles away...Well most of them anyways.

A man with long black hair was making his way through a normally busy street that lay in Camar. He looked like a beggar with his lack of shoes and his dirty silken slacks, walking quietly down the road without any referance to where he was headed. His eerie yellow eyes seemed to glow under the fire's light as he strolled on through, making no note to the barren atmosphere. He was used to walking alone, and he wasn't expecting to be bothered at a time like this...when only the predators are awake..

The man stopped infront of a large glass window, peering in to see fish hanging from the ceiling. The scent of the carcasses drifted from the vent above, allowing the man to inhale the delicious fragrance. A white hand pressed against the window, longing to snatch a fish for himself...and eat it raw. The man licked his lips with his serpentine tongue as he watched the fish swing loosely, as if they too wanted to be freed from the shop as well. The man was too engulfed on watching his could-be dinner to notice another passerby that made their way down the same street he had stopped on.

That was from a while ago, so if ya need a better one, I'll come up with one right on the spot

[Lord Xavier]

You mentioned, in the Human Appearance Summary, that her eyes portray a certain wisdom, but also repeat the prettiness you mentioned earlier, and, with the Summary, mention the scar on her side, a little more detail on that point of her appearance.
Considering the amount you wrote for her Likes, Dislikes and Flaws, it would be worth doubling, if not trebling, the volume of the summary to meet the number of points made, it seems a little too vague of the points listed.
The rest is champion.

[elainawood]

alright I hope i fixed it. I tried revamping both of the areas you stated earlier, so if they need any more work, feel free to point it out

[Isi Runasimi]

Accepted. = ]