Post by typicalteaser6309 on Jun 28, 2009 20:30:48 GMT -7
†Theodora-Lyn-Harper†
†Theo†
[/center]†General Information†
Full Name: Harper, Theodora Lyn
Nicknames: Theo
Gender: Female
Age: 19
Age they appear: 19
Race: Human
Orentation: Heterosexual
Health Problems:
†Personality†
Basic Personality:
Theo usually keeps to herself, over the years of her life she has found it better to be that way than get caught up on the drama of someone else’s problems. She is quiet when not spoken to. Normally she is graceful, and swift in her movements. But there have been times when she’s stumbled up the stairs or tripped over and invisible stone on the sidewalk. It happens to the best of people. But behind the isolated mask, Theodora is a kind and caring individual. She adores what friends she has, and would do anything for them. Well almost anything. Being athletic her attitude is somewhat tomboy-ish, and that is usually reflected in her attire. Why should she care about clothes, there are more important things.
Likes:
†Playing what sports she can
†Animals (minus wolves because you can never trust what they really are.)
†Sunshine
†Art and Music
†Being alive
Hates:
†Spiders
†Dark places
†Being confined
†Being ruled over by the Werewolves
†Being watched
Talents:
†Can run pretty fast for a human
†Can run for long distances
†She can carry a tune in a bucket (aka she can sing pretty good)
†Drawing (more like doodling but don’t crazy her confidence)
†Is pretty good at sneaking about unnoticed
Habits:
†Is unusually quiet
†Plays whatever sport she can when she can
†Watches and pays attention to more things than she should
†Listens to music almost all the time
†Sings and dances along to music when she thinks no one is watching
†Appearance:†
Skin Color: Slightly tanned
Hair Color: Auburn with honey highlights
Eye Color: Ice Blue
Build: Athletic
Piercing/Scars/Tattoos: Earrings; one in each ear
Choice of Clothing: Jeans and a t-shirt or tank top, maybe with a hoodie, and sneakers or boots are a necessity.
Wolf Appearance: She’s a human
Other: She has an almost childish facial appearance that keeps a stern and yet innocent look as part of her constant expressions. Her face is square like, but not overly angular with full lips. She only stands about 5’5” without shoes. But just because she is short, doesn’t mean she is stocky built. Oh no, almost the opposite. Her slightly curvy appearance is kept well in shape by her constant activities. She has and athletic appearance and slight muscle tone underneath the expanse of her cream colored skin.
†History:†
History:
Theodora was born to Rachael and Michael Harper, their first and only daughter. They were afraid to try for another due to the fact that life for a human was always short lived now a day. She grew up on the out skirts of London. Theo went to school, like any normal child does. And in these institutions is where her love of sports exploded. Especially in gym, her clever and quick mind always knew the right move to make to win the game. And heaven forbid is the lost. Oh what a pouty temper the young one had. But the thrill of competition is what addicted her.
The grades went by as did the years. Her parents had taught her everything they knew about surviving in a world controlled by dogs. Learning to stay out of the way, and hidden “Out of sight out of mind” as the old saying goes. Graduation came and went. Theodora attempted two years of college. Not doing an excellent job, but maintaining decent enough grades to get her closer to a degree in Medical Sciences. She is still a student, but is living on her own. After graduation she saw it fit to leave her parents. But the girl is constantly reminded that the world is not a fair place.
Mother/Father:Rachael and Michael Harper
Siblings: None single child
Offspring: None
Other: None
†RP example:†
The weather in the woods was cooling. Calm, a time to reflect and enjoy nature as it was, it was a time when the slight rain sprinkling on your face was cleansing. If was always a joy to be out of the house and doing something, but that was how Theo worked. Activity was the best way to keep her happy and sane. Quietly the rubber soles of the sneakers padded along the leaf littered ground. Treading lightly across the surface as the forward motion continued. Running felt awesome. Her breathing was slow and steady but then again in rhythm with her strides. Well maintained and balanced, something she learned over the years playing sports. Control your breathing and keep moving.
Light brown curls were pulled back in a pony tail atop the girl’s head. Blue eyes watched the forest ahead of her, calculating the next path to choose, the next log to leap over. Cut off jean shorts adorned and helped accent her trimmed slightly tanned legs. A navy colored t-shirt clung tightly to her torso but it was covered by an unzipped black hoodie. The relaxed clothing made the journey all the more comfy. This was the second best thing that she could think of to have fun. Playing sports out in the front yard by yourself tended to get lonesome after a while. So hiking was the next thing on her ‘To Do List’.
Everything seemed quiet. The birds were chirping happily over head. Rain tapped gently against the leaves hanging from the trees above. The only sound that she could hear was the sound of her own feet hitting the ground. She was alone, or so she thought. Though you could never deny the existence of animals crawling about the place from deer to snakes and others like that. But there was not another person in sight. The pony tail of tresses bounced back and forth with her movement dusting lightly across her shoulders. Everything was perfect.
Or so she thought. The air was split by the sound of screams and the explosive sound of a gunshot. Instantly Theo froze. Eyes widened appearing almost like a deer in the head lights. Her body was screaming to dart away back home, but her mind was whispering questions of curiosity. She still refused to move. Knowing that some hunters in the woods would shoot at anything that moved. Hands balled into fists as she finally built up enough courage to move forward. Slowly her steps carried her towards the direction where the sounds had emanated from.
†Let's talk about you:†
Name: Moxy
Other Characters: None at the moment
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