Post by shade on Sept 18, 2008 20:17:14 GMT -5
Sierra Shade;;
is now entering it's all in yer mind
is now entering it's all in yer mind
About You;;
behind the RPer
behind the RPer
Name: Shade
Age: 15
Years of Rping: eh....2.5 I think >.>
Contact: PM
ID Tag;;
Alias: Tigress
Name: Sierra Shade
Gender: female
Orientation: Straight
Real Age: 118
Physical Age: 18
Species: Were-Leopard
Sire: Alice Moyer
Religious Affiliation: none
Wealth: Steady income but doesn't pay much attention to bank accounts, middle class
Job: Works as a horse trainer for a stable outside of New York training show horses and giving lessons
Dear Diary;;
Specialties:
1. Working with people and animals
2. Good photographer
3. Very good at sketching horses and other animals
Summary:
For the most part Sierra is a withdrawn person. She'll spend hours talking to the horses but only spare an hour on humans to give her lessons. Sierra loves to take pictures and sketch the horses she works with, especially Black Magic, her special baby. Though she may be quiet, Sierra is a listener and once you get to know her and she's comfortable with you, you'll find quite a lovely lady lurking under the facade of a seventeen-year-old. Always keeping a gentle touch, Sierra is really a sweet soul that can't help but have the heart of a predator and it shows once you get her riled up. At first glance you would think Sierra is an art student but who says you can't be an artist and a horse trainer? She's confident in her works when no one's looking, praising herself and pleased with results but then she stashes them away for no one to see.
Weakness:
1. Animal abuse
2. Self-conscious of her work
3. Knives.
Summary:
The first thing you must know is that Sierra is very touchy about animal abuse. Hurt her horses or any other animal within her sight and she will easily over-react and freak out. If a student messes up and accidentally hurts a mount, they fear Sierra's wrath and her ranting that can go on for well over an hour. A second weakness that Sierra is highly prone to is her work, both photographs and sketches. She's very shy about them and will quickly hide them away if she sees someone coming toward her while she's sketching or setting up for an amazing shot. Even if it means loosing that million-dollar photo, Sierra will pack up and leave. Finally we reach her major weakness, knives. Anything sharp in general will make her uneasy but knives are the major part of her fear. Because she saw her father held as a hostage at knife-point, Sierra has always been highly edgy around these weapons and refuses to use anything sharper than a butter knife. This seems unusual since in her other form she has teeth like knives but to her that is a totally different story. Sure, the excuse seems weak but she is adamant about her knife fear.Human Appearance;;
Hair: Very light blond
Eyes: Blue-grey-green
Height: 5 foot 4
Marks: A red cross is tatooed on her left shoulder blade, usually unseen unless she's wearing a tank top or a low-backed shirt while working in the stables.
Race: Caucasian
Skin Tone: Pale
Body Type: Slim
Clothing Style: Faded jeans, tank tops, denam jackets, anything cheap thats comfortable to work in.
Footwear: Sturdy tennis shoes or riding boots.
Summary:
At first glance you will notice that Sierra looks very pale, not the type of girl you expect to spend hours in the sun working with horses. She's always been naturally pale, from her hair color to her eye color and intends to stay that way. Her hair is the color of corn silk, pale and fine to the touch, usually tied back in a ponytail or braided. Her hair hangs down past her shoulder blades and sometimes has a piece of straw or hay stuck in it from working all day. More often than not Sierra can be found wearing fitted faded blue jeans, layered tank tops, an old leather belt and work boots unless she's out on the town which is a rare occurrence. Her eye color is a rather unusual shade of blue-grey though you could almost imagine a hinting of green hiding in the mix. Sierra's eyes are usually accented lightly with eyeliner but other than that she shies from makeup. Being only five feet four inches tall, Sierra looks up at people a lot but when she's angry, it's very hard not to shrink away from her glare of death which many students fall prey to during classes. She has a slim build that hides her strength but accents her grace.
Leopard Appearance;;
Eye Color: Grey
Fur Color: Sterling silver accented with ebony spots; white underbelly, chest and chin
Fur Length: Short
Fur Texture: Sleek, like bird feathers
Size: Small/medium
Marks: none
Personality;;
Likes:
1. Horses
2. Peaceful days
3. Photography
Dislikes:
1. Attention
2. Animal abuse
3. Knives
Flaws:
1. Very shy when not teaching classes
2. Self-concious about appearance and works
3. Easily startled and obedient
Summary:
Sierra is a shy person when she's away from her classes of human kids. She doesn't like to be stuck in the spotlight and absolutely hates people criticizing her work. Because of this, when she's not working in the stables or with a class, Sierra will simply drop off the face of the earth and go find some place to sketch Black Magic or some of the other horses at the stable. When she gets into something or deep in thought, Sierra is easily startled and then embarrasses herself easily. This is yet another reason why she's so shy and will tend to skulk off to be alone with her horses. Because of all these things, Sierra is also soft spoken and will tend to do what you tell her.
Background Check;;
Family Members:
Mother- Laura Laurent-Shade
Father- Andrew Shade
Brother- Jason Shade
Birth Place: Oakwood Ranch (in Kentucky)
Childhood: Sierra always worked on her father's ranch as far back as she could remember. She would work beside her older brother Jason or with her father and mother learning how to train horses, harvest hay and run the ranch the right way. At the age of five, Sierra got her first horse, a mustang named Ace whom she loved to death. He was her best friend all through growing up and by the time she was thirteen, he was also her best show horse. Often Sierra thinks back to when she used to race her brother and his horse, White Witch, down a stretch of lonely road that connected their ranch to a two-lane road leading into town. Sierra would spend long summer nights catching lightning bugs with Jason and sitting beside her mother's rocking chair listening to her read ghost stories aloud for them. Her last memory is of looking up at a stormy sky while feeling the wind rush past her, whistling in her ears before everything goes black.
Transformation: Sierra's father owned a plot of woodland that he allowed people to ride on publicly, including his own daughter. This trail was Sierra's favorite and one she often rode with Ace and her best friend Alice on one of their borrowed horses, a gelding named Black Jack. While they were riding one day however, a storm began to brew as they were going across a narrow wood bridge over a creek about twenty feet down. A flash of lightning and crack of thunder scared Ace and made him rear. Sierra rolled to get out of the way of his hooves when she hit the ground. She accidentally rolled off the bridge and into the creek. Alice Moyer, Sierra's best friend, had a secret. She was a Ware-Leopard and to save her friend bit her after fishing her nearly dead out of the creek, sending their horses galloping away in a fright. When Sierra came around, Alice explained that she couldn't go back home and what she had become. At first Sierra tried to deny it but soon came to except her fate and followed Alice faithfully until Alice was killed in a fight when they first came to New York several years ago.
Prey: Mostly homeless people.
Moon Tidings: Uncomfortably during anytime but easily during full moons.
Other Transformation: Alice had the ability of turning her prey by feeding it her blood, this ability was passed on to Sierra. Her bite and scratch will draw blood but it takes her blood to change her prey.
History:
Born in 1891, Sierra came to being four years after her older brother Jason. Her parents were happily married and owned a large horse ranch in a small town in southern Kentucky. Because she was born on a ranch and not in a city, Sierra had a little bit more free reign then other girls her age at this time. At the age of five, Sierra learned how to ride a horse, her beloved mustang Ace being her mount and her father and brother her teachers. Though she couldn't go into the hay fields with her father, he did allow her to ride on the trails around their ranch which she did, often with her brother or rarely her mother. For the most part their lives were content as country folk until Sierra was ten years old. A drunk man stumbled onto their property demanding money and held her father at knife point until Sierra's mother Laura could find enough to give him. This is where Sierra's discomfort with knives sprang from and ever since she has felt a cold dislike for them.
When she was fifteen, Sierra met Alice Moyer whom claimed to be seventeen and living in their small town while waiting for her sweetheart to come for her and marry her. Sierra became fast friends with this mysterious black-haired girl and when she found out Alice could ride she was overjoyed. Soon their mount Black Jack might as well have been hers as she accompanied Sierra all through the Shade's ranch. Alice would tell Sierra stories about her sweetheart and share love letters he sent her and for two years they were quite content as friends though Sierra always felt that Alice was hiding something. On Sierra's seventeenth birthday, they decided to ride through an old trail near the edge of the ranch going through the woods. A storm brewed up and lightning flashed, thunder growled and Ace, aging by now, was easily startled. The mustang bucked Sierra off and to avoid being kicked, she rolled, falling off the bridge and into the creek. She went down and struck her head and doesn't remember anything other than intense pain for what seemed like forever.
At long last the pain faded and when Sierra woke up, her head was pillowed in Alice's lap and it was nearly sundown. It turned out they'd been in the woods for several days, Alice leading away the search parties that came to search for them when only their mounts returned to the ranch. Alice explained what seemed impossible to Sierra and after many hours of denial, she finally had to accept it was true. Her life had changed and taken a drastic turn for either the better or worst. For nearly fifty years they lingered in the west and midwest, watching as things came and went. Sierra pained for her family for many years before coming to believe that Alice Moyer was the only family she needed. Her skill with horses developed more over the passing years and she was able to find work in various animal related jobs over the years from a track jocky to a stable hand and now working as a trainer.
Alice decided it was time to go to the east, that Sierra was fit to be around more people which meant they headed straight for New York. Other Ware-Leopards caught their scent and tried to advance on them. Alice fought them off, called Sierra to run and try to lead them off. It didn't work and they all ganged up on Alice. Still not good at transforming at will, Sierra tried to find help but no one would help her. When she went back for Alice she was in time for her friend to die in her arms, leaving her all alone in a city so strange she may as well have wondered into a jungle. At least there, one part of her would be somewhat content. She managed to have Alice buried under the name of Alice Jeeves, giving her a fake birthdate and continues to visit her to this day. Finding a small stable on the edges of New York, Sierra got herself a job and fakes saving up for a collage education which she's already had more than once.
Code Word:
poof the magic fairy baby
Mad Skills;;
The steady clopping sounds of hooves on a paved stone stable yard was the base rhythm for Sierra's life and had been since her days as a human so long ago. With the reins of a large sixteen-hand Frisian stallion named Black Magic held in her gloved hand, Sierra guided the touchy stallion into the autumn sunlight, pausing to look up at a clear, crisp blue sky spread out overhead. Sunlight glimmered off her corn-silk hair, flowing freely today rather than clipped or tied back. A riding helmet was tucked under one arm, a denim jacket covering her upper body. Black boots adorned her feet, legs sheathed in an old pair of jeans. An impatient nudge from the temperamental but affectionate Black Magic brought his trainer from her thoughts.
Leading the big black stallion over to one of the corrals, Sierra stroked his neck once or twice before putting her foot in the stirrup and swinging herself up into the tall horse's saddle. Black Magic had been her first purchase after coming to work at the stable and was her mount for competitions and her classes. He was very stubborn but had a soft spot for peppermints which was how Sierra had won him over. Now nearly a year later he was the best mount she'd ridden since Ace so long ago. Pushing away affectionate thoughts of her old buckskin mount, Sierra guided her Frisian to a trot around the corral to warm him up. She loved the feeling of graceful power Frisian horses gave off when they moved at any gait, whether just trail riding or riding dressage in a national competition. Black Magic never failed to amaze her with his strength and power.
"Don't you wish we could just jump these fences and keep on riding?" Sierra murmured to her horse, patting his neck with one hand and holding the reins in her other.
Black Magic bobbed his head and grunted as he continued to circle the large training corral. With a smile, Sierra took that as a yes from her animal companion and glanced up at the sky again as she slowed him. Tonight would be a full moon and the cat inside her wanted to come out and play. She would have to be careful today and not get carried away in the lessons. Her inner cat tended to be rather too playful and too willing to gallop at breakneck speeds that would scare the living daylights out of her young charges whom were now approaching with their own saddled mounts. Yes tonight would be a fun night once her inner leopard got a chance to stretch its legs.
Just a few more hours, Sierra told herself firmly as she turned her attention to her seven students.
