Myra Winters

[celia]

Myra Winters;;
is now entering it's all in yer mind

About You;;
behind the RPer

Name:
Age: 18.
Years of Rping: 1 ish.
Contact: [e-mail]

ID Tag;;

Alias: Myra Winters.
Real Name: Celia Anna-Marie Sherman.
Gender: Female.
Orientation: Straight but, Bi-curious.
Real Age: 134.
Physical Age: 24.
Species: Were-Lion.
Sire: Unknown.
Religious Affiliation: None.
Wealth: Wealthy enough to buy a house if she feels like it.
Job: Self employed / Investment property owner.

Dear Diary;;

Specialties:
1. Hunting.
2. Reading people.
3. “Acting” Or at least masking emotions.
4. Determination
5. General Were Specialities

Summary:
One things for sure, if Myra gets any ideas in her head. She will Do it. No questions asked. Her determination and focus, has helped get her through quite a considerable amount. Especially when hunting, and staying alive. In her younger years a Celia. The village that she grew up in taught her alot about tracking and hunting. Now as a Lioness, those skills where advanced, and became extremely useful.
Myra has a great skill at keeping herself hidden, masking things when necessary. Over the many years she’s lived, she’s needed to lie to keep alive and not be found out. So be warned. Myra has a great poker face.

Weakness:
1. Seeing friends get hurt.
2. Being in love.
3. Having nothing to do.

Summary:
No body wants to see friends get hurt, specially when friends are few and far between. To have a real friend is the world to Myra, and if that world is broken, she wouldn't know what to do. Same as being in love. Its to distracting and hurts to much. If she can't tell them who and what she is, what's the point? And if they grow old and she doesn't, it's just more pain. Having nothing to do is bad, Myra can't handle it. Having nothing to kills her. She starts getting depressed, and distracted. Which could cost her, her life.

Human Appearance;;

Hair: Slightly unruly, Long dark brown hair.
Eyes: A deep red brown.
Height: 5’8”
Marks: Old scars, on upper right arm, from when she got bitten.
Race: South African.
Skin Tone: Slightly tanned.
Body Type: Athletic, strong but graceful.
Clothing Style: Leaning toward hippy. Skirts and mainly off shoulder tops.
Footwear: Mainly jandals or bare feet.

Summary:
Lazing around in the sun every so often, has given Myra a stunning complexion. She has a health glow about her; the only flaw on her skin is the scars she has from when she was turned. The scars are faded but still there. But it doesn't bother her to have her scars exposed. Myra’s hair is somewhat un-ruley but she doesn't care to brush it every day, that’s far too high maintenance and time consuming. Her style is free flowing skirts, or dresses. The tops she wears are usual shoulder less or with thin straps. The only colour she wears is earthy colours. Making her seem like a little bit of a hippy girl and the fact she hardly wears shoes doesn't help. Myra’s body is in top shape, due to her walking, running or biking everywhere. She has an athletic body, but still seems to have soft feminine look. But don't be fooled, she is extremely strong.

Lion Appearance;;

Eye Color: Deep red brown. Same as when Human.
Fur Color: Tawny light Golden brown.
Fur Length: Short and thick.
Fur Texture: At touch, smooth.
Size: 6’1” Head to tail.
Marks: Light scars on right front leg.

Personality;;

Likes:
1. Finding / Learning new things.
2. Hunting.
3. Poker.
4. D.I.Y.
5. Running.
6. Dancing.

Dislikes:
1. Being trapped in small spaces
2. Traveling in Buses, cars, or planes. Not fond of boats either.
3. Sitting still.
4. Crowds.
5. Being ripped off.
6. Technology

Flaws:
1. Can be extremely intimidating.
2. Quick to anger.
3. Tries doing everything herself, and then doesn’t know when to ask for help.

Summary:
The beast within Myra is constantly fidgeting, making her want to move, and do something productive. And some how D.I.Y always seems to settle her. She'd always liked fixing things, and now its turned into a nice money making scheme. As well as Poker, the thrill of gambling is addictive, but luckily she can't sit still long enough to do any damage. But strangely enough, she has earned the reputation as "The Lioness" at the casino. Always hunting for good prey, and slowly suffocating her opponents. She found it ironic, but went with it. Most of her opponents found her intimidating, especially her stare. Some people said it's like being hunted, which is partly true.

Don't piss her off. You'll get your ass kicked. If you press one of her buttons watch her explode. Well, it's more the beasts rage. And don't catch her in a elevator, or any small confined spaces. She'll panic, and you don't know what will happen. She's still quite old fashioned, as she has no technology apart from her cell phone. Myra doesn't even like using it. Also don't make her go in a car, or anything with a motor and wheels. A push bike is fine. And the less technology the better.

Independence is one thing Myra takes a pride in, but she always takes it to far. If she’s in trouble she wont ask for help, or like it when someone does help. A definite flaw. But apart from being independent, she's usually warm towards new comers. And enjoys others company.

Background Check;;

Family Members: Mother, Father, sister – All deceased
Birth Place: Cape town, in South Africa.
Childhood: Only remembers alittle, nothing of importance.
Transformation: A lion was found injured near the village, the tribes people brought it in for healing which her family was known for. Known as Celia then, she was stitching up open wounds when the lion woke. Being dazed and confused, he bit Her. A mix of blood did the trick.
Prey: She tries not to hunt humans, so large cattle is on top of the list. But she mainly goes to the butcher down the road.
Moon Tidings: Myra can transform when ever and any part, but the moon still controls her transformation.
Other Transformation: A mixing of blood, through a bite.

History: In the late 1800's Celia Anna-Marie Sherman was born into a house of rather odd nobles. Odd in the sense that all they wanted to do was help people. Her parents had dedicated themselves in the medical arts, and even opened up a small clinic in there house. While growing up Celia use to watch them, and learn small things, like how to bandage up wounds, stitches, and how to set broken bones. Although she wanted to help out, her heart wasn't in it. Her parents, not understanding why she wouldn't commit herself, started giving her the cold shoulder. And if she needed help, they where always "to busy," so more or less she was on her own.

Celia’s younger sister Victoria, had committed herself to the medical arts, only because see saw what happened to Celia. But that only made the sister bond stronger. Sadly, it wasn't going to last long. Victoria had got a marriage proposal from a French nobleman, and was more than over joyed and accepted. Which left Celia all alone again. Although she did had friends, they just lacked something her sister had, had. With Victoria she could talk about anything, they could run around outside. But all her friends where interested in was men, and dresses.

When Celia turned 21, her parents decided to go help out amongst the people. And not being married, she had no choice but to with them. So the next year few years, she spent her life without comforts, no clean things, in cramped spaces, but loving every minute. She loved being amongst the villagers, learning there way of living, going hunting for food instead of having it brought to you. It was exciting, it was having adventures. This was the kind of life she loved. And there was always someone interesting to talk to, instead of mindless cattle. Even her parents started talking to her like a daughter again.

But the best years of her life came to an abrupt end when her life changed for ever. The villagers had discovered a badly wounded lion not far from the main camp. It was so badly wounded they brought it in. Her parents at the time weren’t around, so Celia had to step in. She didn't no much, but what she knew was hopefully enough to save it's life. So she went to work. Covered in the beasts blood not knowing fully what to do. She started stitching the main wounds which where on the hind legs. Not seeing that the beast was waking up, she continued. All she remembers was a giant roar, and searing pain for several days.

When Celia came to, everything seemed different. There was something inside her that she couldn't seem to tame. Something that had to keep moving. Hunting seemed to do the trick. For two, three weeks she went on every hunting trip the villagers took. And then the full moon appeared. Everything was a blur the first time. When she woke up, she didn't know where she was, but she seemed satisfied. The thing inside her was still.

As the years went by, she learnt what had happened. What she now was. And how to live along side her beast. Celia never saw her family again. Or any of the villagers. But as time passed, the pain slowly disappeared. Times changed, she didn't. Celia changed her name to Myra, since Celia had to technically be dead. She never did grasp the concept of Technology. Living in the old world in the new world. Myra keeps herself busy, with her love of D.I.Y and gambling. And is now content with herself living in New York.

Code Word: 'i hAve read the rules'.

Mad Skills;;

There was a large crashing noise, and all that could be seen was a big white dust cloud. Then the sneezes started. Myra ran outside with tears streaming down her face. She couldn't stop sneezing! Ahcoo! She gulped down large breaths of fresh air and slowly managed gain control again. 'Wow this house is as old as me.' There was so much dust in this house it was unbelievable. She'd have to wait another thirty minutes before everything had settled again. 'Hmm.. Maybe this house was abit ambisus.’ Shaking her head at herself, Myra grinned flashing her pearly whites. There was nothing, or at least hardly anything she couldn't do. She would master this house.

"Alright, lets get this done," She said to no one unparticular. Her deep alluring voice still held on to the last traces of her south African heritage. Picking up the mallet, she'd dropped. Myra glared at the wall, that was half there. She was strong, so it didn't take her much to get rid of things. This time though she put the dust mask over her mouth and nose. Mallet at the ready, a small growl came from deep within her. Then with all her annoyance, she attacked the wall.

Ahcoo! She was sitting outside again, Ahcoo! But this time Myra was glaring at the house from afar. Ahcoo! She was really starting to hate this house. The old villa seemed to loom over her, laughing. She'd fix this house.. And sell it. For a ridiculous price, just because.. Just because of the annoyance it brought her. Ahcoo! She growled again, and continued glaring. Waiting for the dust to settle.

[Isi Runasimi]

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