Phoebe Hart

[phoebe]

;;First Middle Last;;
Is Entering Sins of Impunity

It’s All About You

Behind the Puppet Master

::NAME::
Sarrie
::AGE:
19
::GENDER::
girl
::RP EXPERIENCE::
5 or 6 years
::CONTACTING YOU::
pm or add me on MSN ([e-mail])
::ACTIVITY::
Eastern Time, and probably going to be online a lot.
::THE PUPPETS::
just Phoebe baby

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The Identification Tag

Character Basics

::ALIAS::
Phoebe. Just Phoebe. Call her Feebs and she’ll probably bite you.
::NAME::
Phoebe Audrey Hart
::GENDER::
female
::ORIENTATION::
bisexual
::REAL AGE::
60
::PHYSICAL AGE::
She looks to be in her early 20s
::SPECIES::
Were-Cheetah
::SIRE::
Owen Hart, her brother
::RELIGIOUS AFFLIATION::
Was raised Catholic as a child, now she’s more spiritual than religious.
::WEALTH::
fairly wealthy
::JOB::
The money that she has in her bank account is from saving up over the years. Other than that she’s a freelance photographer and writer.

Where Your Abilities Fall

The Character Talents

::STRENGTHS::
1. Writing poetry
2. Painting & Drawing
3. Photography

::SUMMARY::
To say the least, Phoebe is an artistic person. The woman grew up around it. As a child, her parents used to joke about how she was born with a paintbrush in her hand. She loves the smell of acrylic paints and led (not mixed together of course) and getting her hands dirty with art supplies. It’s just a good feeling for her and it’s very, very calming to her. That love of art falls into with her love of photography. She’ll take photos of just anything, people, animals, objects. Her favorites happen to be candid photos of people. To her, they’re the best views of beauty in the real world opposed to the beauty of posed works. Yet her drawings, paintings and photos don’t always express her emotions. She voices her emotions through poetry. She has a very descriptive, narrative style to her writing style.

::WEAKNESES::
1. self editing
2. balance
3. staying focused

::SUMMARY::
It’s a curse of a writer the ego is. When Phoebe writes something, she has to give it to someone else to edit because she will never find anything wrong with her writing or if she does she’ll rewrite the entire thing over and over again until she’s exhausted herself creatively or physically. When she’s not in her were form she’s clumsy. She admits this very openly despite her love of high heels. She’s known to trip over her own feet or run into something due to the fact that she doesn’t always look where she’s going. She blames a short attention span and getting caught up in looking at something (or someone. This is probably because she has a hard time staying focus and keeping that focus. Her mind goes from one subject to a completely different topic with just one word.

The More Human Side of Things

Human Appearance

::HAIR::
black/brown
::EYES::
bright blue
::HEIGHT::
5’6’’
::WEIGHT::
121 pounds
:MARKS::
There’s the scar on her right shoulder from where she was sired as well as the birthmark on her lower back.
::SKIN TONE::
fair
::BODY TYPE::
curvy and slim
::CLOTHES::
vintage, feminine, retro, comfortable

::SUMMARY::
Phoebe grew up in the 50s and 60s while she lived through everything else. It definitely shows what her favorite era is. Her clothing style is considered retro as she does shop at thrift stores often. She loves wearing dresses and skirt like she did when she was growing up. The modern day makes it so much easier since “retro” is in style now apparently. Normally her wardrobe consists of either pastel and bright colors. There is the staple black but that’s for business purposes. It is known that she has a love of high heels but often times she opts for flats so she doesn’t risk breaking her ankle unless she’s willing to break her ankle (which is more often then she likes to admit). Her dark hair is a wild mess and is either falling over her shoulders or pulled back into a ponytail or an upswept style.

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Battling Personal Demons

Were Appearance

::EYE COLOR::
golden brown
::PELT::
The main color of the coat is a tawny golden color with black spots decorating her in a specific pattern that sets her from other cheetahs. She prides herself in her coat as it is sleek and soft. There is a tuft of fur that runs along her neck that is a combination of the tawny color with the black of the spots that is particularly soft.
::SIZE::
From head to tail she is five feet in length. From the ground to her head she stands at about three feet in height.
::MARKS::
In the style of the king cheetah, there are two black stripes that run parallel to each other down her spine.

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Personality is Everything

How They Might Act

::LIKES::
1. Dancing & Music (specifically jazz and Broadway)
2. naps in the sun
3. Running, just running

::DISLIKES::
1. loud, sudden noises or chaotic noise
2. being woken up from her naps
3. deadlines

::FLAWS::
1. short tempered
2. easily flustered
3. sarcastic

::BLESSINGS::
1. passionate
2. creative
3. friendly

::SUMMARY::
Phoebe loves flustering people but hates it when they get her flustered. It’s a funny little chain of events. When she gets flustered she often becomes defensive and angry with herself or the other person (not like she’ll do anything about it. It’s apparently cute, or at least that’s what she’s been told. It’s very easy to get her riled up and once people know her and see it, well it’s hard to resist doing it again just for her reaction. When she’s upset it’s fairly noticeable as she grows very sarcastic and defensive. It doesn’t take her much to upset her though. It’s fairly easy to do as her temper is horrible. She may smile a lot but if her sarcasm becomes obvious, that means she’s upset for sure.

On a good day, she’s a bright, young woman who shows her passion through art and actions. Her smile is exceedingly bright and shows how open she is to people despite her tendency to move away people as her way of protecting them. Normally she can come with a witty or creative solution to a problem or approach things in a manner that is different from the norm. Her passion is her creativity to put it bluntly. It’s just something that she lives for. Art is her solace and her soul in a nutshell.

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Checking Out the Background

Historical Stuff

::FAMILY MEMBERS::
Mother – Margaret Hart (deceased)
Father – William Hart (deceased)
Brother – Owen Hart (missing)
::BIRTHPLACE::
Baltimore, MD
::CHILDHOOD::
One specific memory is of when she was about eight or nine (she can never remember exactly) she used to swing on this swing set that was in the backyard of the family home. She would do whatever she could to swing herself as high as she could because it felt like she was flying. Every once in a while her brother would come out in between breaks from homework or helping their father out in the store and push her so she could go higher and higher.

It was a rather peaceful childhood from what she knows. She always looked up to Owen like he was some hero or something and followed him around everywhere she could. He would just laugh and often times carry her around or hold her hand to make sure she didn't wander off. She always tries to remember that Owen...
::TRANSFORMATION::
Her brother, Owen, bit her a few weeks before her wedding.
::PREY::
When the need arises she prefers small game like rabbits and raccoons. If she can catch a deer then it’s a good week.
::MOON TIDINGS::
She can change at will since it’s been quite a few decades since her transformation. The moon still has a hold on her, though it’s very weak. She finds that it is easier for her change when there is a full moon or a new moon.
::TURNING OTHERS::
She bites whatever she can reach; usually a hand or an arm.

::HISTORY::
Phoebe was born in the late winter of 1950, specifically on February 13th, 1950. She was born into a family of loving parents and an overprotective over brother that loved her very much. As she grew and grew, she often found herself either by her mother’s side in the art studio that occupied the upstairs portion of their home or with her brother as he did homework or studied mechanics. It was then that her love of art began to flourish under her mother’s care and instruction. It quickly became her outlet for everything as the years passed on. It helped her get through the public school system and bullying to dealing with high school crushes once puberty started and evil teachers who gave too much homework. It was a comfort; a constant comfort that was always there for her, even when people around her weren’t. For the most part, she lived the life of a normal girl; dreaming, reading, and going on with life as if nothing interesting would happen.

Then she met him; Alexander Grant. They met at a public function of sorts. Phoebe’s beauty was fairly noticed around the boys in her area and she never really was short of suitors but the boys that chased her never interested her. She would always tell her mother that they were “easy game”. Where was the challenge in that? Alexander on the other hand, he didn’t chase her but he made his intentions towards her very, very clear to her and to her family. They dated for a while or “courted” as her parents joked until he proposed to her. She would’ve been a fool to say no. Right? At the time, Phoebe thought so.

When it was announced that they were to be married, Phoebe’s parents were elated while her dear brother tried to put on a happy face but failed miserably. After the announcement Owen grew sullen and depressed. The few times he wasn’t in a mood he would fly into fits of angry and violence. To say the least, Phoebe began distant towards the brother had protected her from the world as best her could. It made her uneasy for her to avoid her own flesh and blood and to exclude him from the wedding plans that were already underway. It didn’t help put Phoebe’s mind at easy that Owen began staying out late at night or not coming home at all. Rumors began to spread around their neighborhood that Owen had fallen in with a bad crowd.

It was a few weeks till the wedding when Owen began to appear to return his normal self. It was to say the least, disarming for Phoebe who had prepared herself for another fight for him to offer to take her to a burger joint for dinner, his treat. To say the least, Phoebe didn’t think twice as they ate dinner and laughed like they used to do when they were children. On the way home, Owen assured Phoebe that he knew a shortcut home and she believed him. It was an odd path to say the least. They walked in silence and a chill washed over Phoebe before she was grabbed around the waist by her brother and the shoulder of her dress ripped off. She didn’t have a chance to scream as she was bitten. It was only afterwards that Owen confessed everything to her; about being a were and about him changing her. About how he was destroying her happiness for the sake of his. Then he was gone. She hasn’t seen him since that night.

Phoebe pretended that everything was fine when she arrived home, that she had been attacked by a dog and that Owen had gone to find the owner; or that’s at least what she told her parents. Owen never came home again. The last few weeks before the wedding disappeared and there she stood at the altar in the church as the vows were read and they came to the “I dos”. When it was her turn, she stared up at the stained glass windows in the church silent for several minutes. Finally, her silence was broken by a soft apology and her running down the aisle, away from Alexander and her family. From there, she returned to the home she grew up in, packed what clothes she could and left Baltimore. From there, she left the life she once knew behind her and continued forward into a new day as a amateur photographer.

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Your Own Mad Skills

How Good Are You?

::CODE WORD::
the CATS pajamas
::APPLICATION STATUS::
Finished
::RP EXAMPLE::

The slums were her home. It was not something that anyone was proud to say. The slums were not the safest place in the world and often times monsters lurked between the areas. Sometimes the small flower girl wondered how she made it home between the church and her mother's house each night. It was normal for attacks to occur and people to die if not at least be mangled a bit. Somehow Aerith had for the most part been able to avoid such attacks. It was like the monsters avoided her for some reason. How odd.

Well, it was odd until recently.

Night had long since fallen and darkness had come over the slums. She had stayed late at the church to tend to her flowers and to talk to them, as if talking to them helped them grower better. That and it calmed her and took away the tension that would gather in knots in her back and shoulders. It was a relaxation that the small woman had welcomed as she walked down the small set of stairs from the church doors. Gravel and dirt met her feet as she looked up at the church wistfully. It was as if she was leaving her home behind...

For the most part, it was quiet in the slums as most people were gone inside to their homes and families or taking what shelter they could wherever they could. It was getting colder too. She gulped and pulled her jacket closer to her body as she looked around nervously. To say the least something didn't feel quite right. Something felt very...odd, like she was being watched.

Out of morbid curiosity, Aerith turned her head around, her body following as her eyes widened. There she was, rooted to the ground seemingly, staring at a monster or what looked like to a a porcupine that nature just didn't want anymore because its quills were too thick and too sharp and that it was walking upright. From what she could tell, the creature came up to her chest. Her mind was screaming for the run but her legs were frozen in place...

Someone...help...me...

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[Anastasia Kirilovna Marisova]

I used to have a were-cheated modeled after the king cheetah. *nod* Such beautiful creatures.

Accepted.