Post by chaz on Jun 20, 2009 7:06:18 GMT -7
carolina nicole sanford
carol
[/center]general information
Full Name: carolina nicole sanford.
Nicknames: carol.
Gender: female.
Age: 23.
Age they appear: 20.
Race: human.
Orentation: straight.
Health Problems: color blind.
personality
Basic Personality: When it comes to her mind, there's really nothing there. She lives to work for others and according to her, she's a slave since she's beat. She thinks she's nothing less than the ground others walk on. She’s a very quiet girl and does what she’s told and nothing else. She’ll listen to only those higher than her, like the leaders, but if no one else around her is higher than the leader. She’ll still listen and give no problems. She can take hits and doesn’t make a noise just to make it easier. She won’t fight you either, she gives in and won’t run away, she won’t scream for help. She gives into pressure even though she hates it. When it comes to men, she is very scared and backs down, giving into what they want, she’ll do anything to stay out of trouble even if it means giving them pleasure and being forced to do the dirty work. She doesn’t talk either, only when she needs to and if she’s spoke to and they want her to respond.
Likes:
♥ silence.
♥ reading.
♥ writing.
♥ swimming.
♥ being alone.
♥ water.
♥ not talking.
Hates:
¤ her father.
¤ storms.
¤ dancing.
¤ thunder.
¤ talking.
¤ pressure.
Talents:
● going long without talking.
● swimming.
● giving in.
● ignoring.
● taking in pain.
Habits:
× not talking.
× ignoring other.
× doing what she's told.
× listening to commands.
× taking in hits.
appearance:
Skin Color: tan. [light]
Hair Color: brown.
Eye Color: brown.
Build: slim/athletic.
Piercing/Scars/Tattoos: scars [in random places]
Choice of Clothing: really anything, no boys clothes. tank tops, shirts [long], pants [blue jeans], shorts.
Wolf Appearance: none.
Other: human, 5'6", 130 pounds. nothing else to really say, damien's personal sex toy.
history:
History: It wasn’t long ago when Carolina was born well according to others of her family. She was born in the family of werewolves, she didn’t go to school, she was home schooled after a vampire almost attacked her. Carolina’s family is an odd one with a father who hates her. It’s random when he mother is ever home. She lives for her job and hardly comes home. Only comes home to check up on carol and the rest of her family. It’s hard to look up to the leader and her father. She hates her father with a passion which will never leave her. As she got older, she got beat when she turned 15. The beatings were random and they were harsh. It was unknown of why she got them. The only reason she though she got them was because she wasn’t a wolf like her dad. She didn’t want to be one like her dad. Her dad is a workaholic and is hardly home, while she’s out and about. Unknown to her mother, he dad does drink and usually does it when he’s home. When it comes to drinking, carol tries to sneak out but before she can it’s useless he already has her. If you look over her body, you’ll see the marks. As soon as she turned 18, she packed her bags and moved. Yet her dad still bothers to visit now and then with her ‘special beatings.’ For now she works for
Damien and his little group now a days, also as a waitress at a bar.
Mother/Father:
david [father, werewolf, 56, alive]
missy [mother, human, 56, alive; but not around]
Siblings: none.
Offspring: none.
Other: none.
rp example:
TILLY;
ain't no rhyme or reason, no complicated meaning,
ain't no need to over think it. LET GO LAUGHING.
ain't no rhyme or reason, no complicated meaning,
ain't no need to over think it. LET GO LAUGHING.
i watched the blood splatter on the walls with no care in the world even some splattered on me. i froze in place from under the car. i didn't move an inch as laid there under the car, my mind was racing as i watched the fight. my mind was hazy by the blood. i could have swore it was every where as i watched the males fight for something. i didn't know what. i didn't know the males, but one. i don't really remember his name, father talks about him alot and how good he was to wards his pack. he was soon to be the alpha when his parents gave up the throne for him. wait..marcus. i liked the sound of that on my tongue. i watched them as the other male fled from the scene. i slowly looked at marcus. my head lowered on the ground to look at him. he was almost covered in blood and so many cuts with some bites marks. i winced inwardly, trying to stay quiet. "you're an idiot you know that?" i shallowed hard in my place. was...- did he know i was under here? i could have swore i was down wind a couple of minutes ago... "yeah. you under the car." i gulped and slowly scooted back. i paused seeing him gone. he moved! where did he go?! was i next?! i almost let a whimper escape, but he forced it out. he bite down on my leg and pulled me out from under the car. i whimpered at this and looked at him, he had rolled me onto my back. i looked up at him with scared eyes. he smirked at this. "scared already?" i continued to shake in place, hoping to god i wasn't next. for a split second he looked to the side and i pushed him off with much effort, maybe a little to much. i scrambled to my feet and ran away, heading into the open door to the church. the lights were off expect one where the preachers spoke. my nails clicked along the ground. i heard him behind me, a wild snarl escaped his lips. i was nearly two and this wasn't helping me right now. i yelped, tripping over my own feet. why was i so clumsy...i was never this clumsy around others. i had balance. i skid along the grounds for a few seconds and hit my head on the stairs. i looked behind me, he was running up the isle. i got up and ran up the stairs, i ran into the preachers podium. i shook my head and scrunched my nose from this. "ouch.." i muttered. i tensed as i stood, hearing heavy breathing. i turned and pressed against the wood behind me.
i looked up at marcus, my legs shaking as i gritted my teeth to keep composure and not run...again. he looked at him a stern look on his face. "geez. i wasn't going to hurt you." i looked at him in shock. he snorted at this and licked over his cuts and marks. i watched him and scooted back closer from the blood. i hated it. he ignored me and continued his task at hand. i watched him. he didn't seem to care about it wounds or the fact i was watching...though days later. i lost all my trust in that asshole.
dream over
my eyes opened quickly as i awoke from my slumber. i glanced around quickly, looking at where i was. no wonder why i had a nightmare. i sighed. of course...not all of it was a nightmare. i layed my head down, listening to the silence. i was older now and i had to forget the past. i just wish the past would forget me. i looked at the ground. i was exhausted from running again and about having a heart attack. i licked over my dry lips, it's been awhile since i have decided to move from this place. i've been here for awhile. i'm so drawn this place and why i had no clue. i looked at the floor, though i had no interest in it. i continued to stare, slowly drifting off again. my mind went elsewhere. where was marcus? did he ever give up? i saw him not long ago but that wasn't much. i did out run his ass. i had the speed and he knew that. that day under the car, if i hadn't tripped i could have out ran him in no time. i slipped deeper into my dreams, which i hoped would meet me soon as i slept, but that didn't happen. my lips twitched.
dream
i ran through the barn and slid to a stop in front of my mother. i pouted. "do i have to go mom?" she sighed and i frowned. i didn't want to meet the pack. what if they didn't like me? she nodded. "yes baby." i sighed and slumped to the ground, but my dad walked in. "kinetic." i stood at this and walked over, then as soon as i got by him he took off. i grunted and ran after him. he was like marcus in a way. i easily slipped next to him and we continued towards the pack area. i never knew why dad hung around them. he didn't like their views. i didn't know what their views where but...something didn't seem right about the pack. i wouldn't argue with dad though. he was good friends with them and i wouldn't say a word to him about it. i couldn't, i just couldn't. my eyes looked ahead at the dogs, seeing them gathered in one place. we slowed and walked towards them. i saw him as if i didn't just see him earlier. i hope that didn't give my parents any ideas. i closed my eyes, but my dad nudged me and i opened them. he shook his head and we stopped in front of a large male. 'damn' i thought. he was big and so was his mate. i knew her. she had come over once when i was only one years old. her name was missy. she grinned down at me. "my how you have grown..." i grinned, sitting down beside my dad. i noticed one thing...the males eyes were on me. i shifted closer to my dad. he shifted closer as the large male glanced at his comrades. each were given a glare. which sent them moving away from us. "sorry. they don't know how to control theirselves in front of a young lady." i nodded. lady? no one ever called me a lady.
"it's fine." even though that being said, he watched them time to time. i didn't feel even secure around this place. my fur prickled a little along my spine as i felt each glance. then i grunted, watching who was coming over. "ew it's you." the remark came out flat from him. i ignored him and turned, my back facing them wqith easy. i heard a sigh from his father. "excuse him kinetic." i closed my eyes, trying to ignore them even if i wasn't suppose to. then i jumped back feeling some breath in my face. i opened my eyes quickly. "you're kinetic?" i looked at marcus dumb folded and nodded. wow that was nice. he didn't even know my name. the church was the first time we have meet in appearance. though dad described him well. so it was easy to know who he was but...he didn't seem to know me all too well. he looked at me. our noses almost touching before someone cleared their throat. "cute aren't they?" i gasped at this and looked at missy. she chuckled at this and continued to look at her in shock. marcus didn't seem fazed by this, the smirk on his lips made me want to gag. he pushed me over and walked right over me and sat down between his mother and father. oh boy i hated him...i slowly stood and sat down quickly seeing someone glance me over. marcus glared at the male. i couldn't help but grin and i stood back up again. this was getting interesting. i felt the males eyes on me again. this time marcus stood and walked past, before i knew it a growl was heard. his dad smirked. "he should know better than to mess with a female and including a friend of marcus." i glanced to him. friend? i didn't say anything and i felt marcus push my rump down, he stayed behind me. i don't know why but..it felt nice being this close. i glanced at him, his face was stern but i ignored it till we left.
though dad stayed as i ran off. "interesting indeed." i muttered leaving the sceen.
dream over
i slowly opened my eyes, it's was still dark and i looked out the window. wow. what time was it? it wasn't bright but some lights were on outside. it was hard for me to see in the dark, mainly because i didn't like it. it creeped me out and...it wouldn't help me find from him. i held back a whimper as i stood and shook all over to wake myself up. my tail wagged for a split second. maybe it was time to look around outside, but something dreaded me from going out there and look around. though i was hungry..and i haven't ate in awhile. people obviously don't like dogs in their trash. a frown slide over my muzzle as i walked down the steps and headed over to the door, though i would have to push the door open and that took some time. i sighed softly. enjoying the cool air around me.
HOW ABOUT YOU DON'T MARCUS.
please don't say that it's over,
it's only been 1641 steps till you're done.
then you can say bye with a little prayer.
i want to show that i still love you,
how about you don't.
a little not: closed for akree and marcus
let's talk about you:
Name: chazFOOL
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