Alejandra Pereira

[Nadia Blackburn]

;;Alejandra Rosa Pereira;;
Is Entering Sins of Impunity

It’s All About You

Behind the Puppet Master

::NAME::
Anna
::AGE:
24
::GENDER::
Gal
::RP EXPERIENCE::
Too long
::CONTACTING YOU::
Yahoo or PM
::ACTIVITY::
All the time
::THE PUPPETS::
Isabel Morgan

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The Identification Tag

Character Basics

::ALIAS::
Ali
::NAME::
Alejandra Rosa Pereira
::GENDER::
Female
::ORIENTATION::
Bi-Sexual
::REAL AGE::
107
::PHYSICAL AGE::
28
::SPECIES::
Were-Jaguar
::SIRE::
Unknown (See background)
::RELIGIOUS AFFLIATION::
None
::WEALTH::
1.7 million, spread between multiple banking establishments
::JOB::
Commands a potent cocaine trafficking and production ring.

Where Your Abilities Fall

The Character Talents

::STRENGTHS::
1. Transformation - When the moon is not full
2. Super Healing
3. Call of the Wild

::SUMMARY::
Alejandra's biggest strength is her ability to shift into her were form when the moon isn't full. This asset has given her the ability to manage several different operations within her drug ring and avoid authorities on night time raids and sting operations. Her ability to heal abnormally quickly also keeps her professional games going since she can take a few blows and hits from rival drug teams and undercover cops and keep going. She also utilizes her ability to call forth other younger weres and wildlife to her advantage when she needs deterrents and decoys. She doesn't often use this ability, because it generally ends in someone or something dying and she's not willing to over-prune her resources.


::WEAKNESSES::
1. Feral (weakened state of mind when transformed - more prone to frenzy or lash out)
2. Light Sensitivity
3. Drug Addiction

::SUMMARY::
Ali is fairly old in comparison to other weres in South America, and it's due in part to the fact that she's incredibly feral. She's been able to survive in the generally unsurvivable climes, but she's often lead to a frenzy. Killing for sport, aggressive hunting, and even lashing out at other members of her pack. While she is still coherent and aware of her actions, her were blood is quick to overpower her human side when she's transformed. As a high-profile dealer, Ali also suffers from a chronic cocaine addiction. Often taking cuts of her own product for "testing" she severely diminishes her profit compared to drug lords who've been doing this for not even half the same amount of time. Due in part to her drug addiction and her albino were blood, she's extremely sensitive to light. Bright lights are nearly crippling in her human form, and in here were form they can impair her vision, her equilibrium, and break her concentration causing her to revert to her feral roots.

The More Human Side of Things

Human Appearance

::HAIR:: Brown of a medium length
::EYES:: Honey brown
::HEIGHT:: 5'11
::WEIGHT:: 152
:MARKS:: Two sets of piercings per ear lobe, a cartilage piercing in her right ear, and a deep scar behind her left ear - usually concealed by her hair as long as it's left down.
::SKIN TONE:: Bronzed, natural colored for her ethnicity and locale
::BODY TYPE:: Unnaturally skinny
::CLOTHES:: Utilitarian, plain cargo-style pants (ranging from solid dark colors to the occasional camouflage print) with similarly plain t-shirts. She wears heavy boots in order to avoid ruining her feet in poor road conditions or in the thick rain forest grasses and mud.

::SUMMARY::
Boots are a must in the Brazilian rain forests, and Ali's dress is modernly utilitarian to fit her needs. Often running the risk of pursuit, she steers clear of formal dress and the fashionably un-practical designs for more traditional pants and shirts. She avoids modern fabrics like rayon, pleather, or polyester and instead opts for pure linens, tropical wools, and jersey knit cottons that are both durable and practical. She would be a gorgeous woman if it weren't for the effect the drugs have had on her skin complexion, rendered her hair dull, and given her the nervous habit of chewing on her fingernails (or claws, in were form).

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Battling Personal Demons

Were Appearance

::EYE COLOR:: Red
::PELT:: A sleek and soft albino shade
::SIZE:: She's roughly 72 inches long, excluding her tail. Her weight bulks from her human form to being closer to 190 pounds
::MARKS:: She shares the same scarring from her human form - explained in her back story. It's very apparent on her albino coat that she's been involved in several scraps and some smaller scars riddle her front legs in varying sizes. Many appearing to be bite wounds from altercations with other wildlife.

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Personality is Everything

How They Might Act

::LIKES::
1. Control
2. Wealth
3. Cruelly Asserting her Authority

::DISLIKES::
1. Authority Figures
2. Being indebted to others
3. Opposition

::FLAWS::
1. Dishonest
2. Selfish
3. Blunt

::BLESSINGS::
1. Cunning
2. Resourceful
3. Gorgeous

::SUMMARY::
Alejandra is everything she ever wanted to be. In charge of her drug trafficking ring, she maintains a level of power that most women in Brazil can only dream of. She's passionate, as are most women of her descent.... but power and authority have made her cruel. She's lived an exceptionally long life and has no intention of letting go of everything she's worked to achieve. She doesn't like to be a bystander of situations and often winds up in the middle of things that may not even involve her. While she hates being indebted to others, she loves seeing someone indebted to her. She's also made it a point to take heavy control of the cocaine distribution from the Rio area, shutting down numerous operations to fund and support her own ring.

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Checking Out the Background

Historical Stuff

::FAMILY MEMBERS::
Mother - Yarah Carvalho-Pereira; took in the wash in a lower class hotel chain in Rio
Father - Davi Pereira; worked as a legal cocaine proprietor.

No siblings, but had several unmemorable cousins who have not lived to witness Ali's success.
::BIRTHPLACE::
Sao Paulo, Brazil
::CHILDHOOD::
Did not have a formal education, and instead often played with the other children in the Rio slums. Built a decent friendship with several of her cousins and as a tom boy wound up best friends with Jaden.
::TRANSFORMATION::
(See History)
::PREY::
She feeds from other wildlife generally - but she has little reservation to feed by killing humans as well. Especially any that get too close to her human operations
::MOON TIDINGS::
She can turn during any time of the month, but she MUST take her were form for the 2 nights preceding the full moon, the night of the full moon, and the 2 nights following. She cannot prevent this change by any means.
::TURNING OTHERS::
Jaguars generally kill their prey by piercing their skull. If she were to change a captive, she'd utilize this in a different manner and she would bite down over their ankle. She can pierce the lower vein and ultimately break their ankle - leaving it vulnerable while she blood bonds her victim by cutting her own palm open and co-mingling their blood. Afterward, her victims are collared with a pure silver ankle cuff and closely monitored by her mortal drug associates. With her quick healing, if the were transformation does not take (as would be evident by the lack of branding on their ankle) then she deems them unfit to be her childer and orders them killed. If the blood does take, the cuff is removed but it does leave behind a very distinct scar that brands them as her childer and her property.

::HISTORY::
Humble Beginnings:
Born in 1905 in San Paulo Brazil, Ali was the only child in what started as a poor family. Her mother worked hard for little money in a hole-in-the-wall motel while her father worked with a handful of other men in the area on a small outcropping of farm land. Typically cultivating food to both share amongst themselves and to sell in town, they eventually managed to secure a small patch of coca plant. While Ali spent her time playing in the streets and alleys of San Paulo, her father and his associates began to produce a potent strand of cocaine that they had begun to export towards the United States and Europe. During her childhood, she wasn't awarded the opportunity to attend a public school and gravitated towards hanging out with boys her age instead of other girls.

The Family Business:
By the time Ali was 15, she had begun assisting her father with his farming business. She grew apart from a good majority of her former friends and was beginning to learn the weights and measurements associated with their export of choice. Through work with her father, she gradually began to learn to read and write and excelled quickly at the basics of math. As the illegal trade routes became more complex to avoid persecution by both the Brazilian judicial system and the United States legal system, Ali wound up getting deeper and deeper into her father's organization. Eventually winding up taking the "drop" from the farm to the trafficking ring in Rio De Janerio to be exported and getting her father's half of the cut.

Turning Point:
It was 1933 and Ali had risen to the lead position right beside her father. She had learned to cultivate the cocaine plants, maintain the cover from the local authorities, and commanded her own lower command of thugs to back her during her drug runs. She was on a routine drop outside of the Guanabara Bay port to a group of men headed for a second drop in Puerto Rico. It wasn't uncommon for drops to be interrupted by a small gang trying to get their own share of Ali's profits.. but on this night, August 10th - her backup was cut down almost instantaneously. Guns and knives flashed and Ali was no exception. She was always toting a semi-automatic .35 caliber handgun and managed to fell a few of them before being attacked by what she then assumed to be a rabid dog. It became apparent that the dog was no dog as it sprung forward and bit down at her upper arm before attempting to rip at her throat. Staring face to muzzle with a powerful jaguar, she narrowly avoided a powerful swipe that nearly took her ear off and nearly knocked her into a blackout. Having never encountered a jaguar in the city before, Ali's only saving grace is that she was able to bring up her gun and slam the butt of it against the skull of the large cat. It retreated as Ali emptied the chamber of the gun in its general direction but it left seemingly unscathed. Left with only one retainer from her initial crew, Ali tied off a tattered remnant from her assailants shirt around her arm and returned to her father's farming location only to find that it was abandoned.

Were-Life:
It wasn't until September of 1933 that the first full moon occurred after her attack. She had healed well, but the moon had brought forth a violent change. Her body elongated, white fur sprouting from her pores as she fell to her hands and knees as her knee caps inverted and she was down on all-fours. The transformation was painful, and Ali was alone in her bedroom. Her nightstand was overturned and her nightly cocaine line spilled onto the floor. She fled into the night - not returning for several days. It would be months before she would reveal her new, unknown, nature to her closest associates. It took several years for her business to return to its normal routine, but her new found prowess and power helped them overcome both physical and mental limitations. What was most peculiar is that Ali hadn't encountered anyone else of her kind since the night of her attack and her body forced her transformation for a span of 5 days out of the lunar month. She believes this to be 'normal' for her race, and eventually learned to maneuver around the inconvenience. She will do her best to avoid travel when the risk of an uncontrollable change is imminent.

Addiction:
Even after becoming a were-jaguar, Ali couldn't shake her cocaine addiction. It became as large a control over her life as her were-form and has cost her a considerable amount of money. Now she specializes in what's known on the market as 'Black cocaine'. A cocaine that's been treated chemically to look more like an ink toner or fingerprint powder and is easier to transport, smuggle, and is rendered undetectable by both drug dogs and chemical tests. She makes regular trips into the United States (mainly centering herself in prime selling locations, larger cities like Los Angeles, Miami, New York City, Detroit, and Chicago), as well as several trips per year to Europe with a hefty supply. She makes a sparing trip to Asia every so often, but the drug of choice over there is a combination of heroin and crystal meth. Still, cocaine has its fans all across the globe and Alejandra is glad to serve them all. Well.. for a price.

Currently:
Alejandra is currently residing in an upscale penthouse in one of Rio's nicer communities. While Rio de Janerio is often times riddled with crime, Ali's residence remains quite undisturbed. She recently returned from a trip to the southern reaches of Australia where she completed a hefty cocaine drop that's accumulated her a net profit of close to $200,000 USD. When the moon is tiding towards her unusual turning point, she retreats to her father's old farming plot where she hunts, feeds, and sleeps off her uncontrollable transformation. As far as the jaguar society goes in the local area, Ali is the alpha female. Partially due to the hunting of any female who attempts to usurp her position in her absence. With her transformation well into the horizon, she is planning a trip to the United States within the next two weeks to drop some cash, risk some stock, and perhaps stalk some choice prey in Las Vegas..

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Your Own Mad Skills

How Good Are You?

::CODE WORD::
do the mashed potatoe, do the twiste
::APPLICATION STATUS::
Finished
::RP EXAMPLE::

She looked down at the business cards, retrieving the pen from the tabletop and fluidly writing down a sequence of numbers for him to maintain. It was a curiosity that couldn't be maintained by her research alone. His words made sense, especially with the types she'd encountered in her travels. As a modern day wandering bard.. Isabel had encountered all walks of life. Feeble choir singers, pretty women who'd just as soon sell their mortal souls for a shot at the "big time". "Do you not remember your own soul?" she asked simply. She was young.. ah! So young, that she clung to her mortal ties so hard. She fidgeted with her now empty cup, continuing as her voice became slight. "Religion and undeath are not so distant as you may think.. but to be taught one side of the story since the day my ears could listen to a voice, and to then have that shattered like a mere coffee cup?" She chuckles, "What would you know? That it hurt? That it was as damning as it was illuminating? Most, I'm told, just find their restrictions lifted when they're embraced. They feel the weight of mortality just rise off of their shoulders. Perhaps fleeting memories and pain that their relationships forged during their mortal life will not live to see the end of time as they might... but instead I'm forced to suffer that everything I've ever devoted my life to was a single-sided lie. A lie that I now am forced to live!"

Her voice rose, her eyes sparkling with unspoken frustration. It wasn't Zakhar she was upset with, but merely her position. Placed into a cruel game betwixt God and Satan. Both prying her and seeing to whom her will would break first. The barista had returned, looking uncomfortable as she motioned towards Isabel's cup. "May I get that for you... miss?" Isabel slumped in her chair, her frustrations pressed aside by the voice of the simple coffee slinger who had been serving her. "I'm sorry, no. I'm fine, thank you.." She instead hands the young woman a couple of bills to cover both her drink as well as a generous tip. She leaves hurriedly, not wanting to intrude upon the conversation at length. Instead Isabel simply resigns herself to picking up his card and slipping it into one of the many books she's surrounded herself with. "I thank you for your kindness.. and for allowing me the opportunity to see the very things I've searched for my entire immortal life. It's wrong of me to have such outbursts, it's none of your doing that I'm subject to this moral crux. It's an increasingly frustrating notion though, and without my singing lately... I've had little to occupy my time outside of tormenting myself."

Edited: Because my cocaine addiction in my character makes me write things that don't make sense xD

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[Urjasz Volkova]

Nice, second South American character we've had. Only question is about the transformation, if she's a jaguar I'm assuming what she thought was a dog was a jaguar?

Otherwise accepted