Post by aro on Sept 10, 2009 21:12:23 GMT -7
† Aro - L Y N N - Spelnoff †
†Baby Girl†
[/center]†Lyrics To Describe†
Somewhere beyond happiness and sadness
I need to calculate
what creates my own madness
And I'm addicted to your punishments
And your the master
And I am waiting for disaster
† General Information †
[/center]Full Name: Aro Lynn Spelnoff
Nicknames:Baby Girl (Vince fron Past)
Gender:Female
Race: Werewolf
Age: 37
Age they appear: 23
Orientation: Straight
Health Problems: None
† Personality †
Basic Personality: Doesn't really talk to anyone other than other werewolves. She's one of those that'll keep to herself out in the woods but will come out to party or to hang out. Very silent unless you befriend her. Once befriended, she's very good listener and explain her thoughts on all sides of the box. If starting a fight, she does get a tounge on her. Someone gets her angry and she'll start snapping.
Likes:
† running in the woods
† being alone
† My home in Russia
† IPod
† American Food
Hates:
† Other cooked Food
† Alcohol other than Vodka
† people that look down upon her
† vampires
† the humans that ‘wanna-be’ vamp/were
Talents:
† Hand to Hand
† Knife Fighting
† Making small bombs
† Actually making coffee
† shooting a gun when nessicary
Habits:
† Hunting alone in wolf form
† Very independent
† Will lip off
† Drinking
† getting rid of annoying humans
† Appearance †
Skin Color: pale, due to living in the Siberian lands
Hair Color: brown, with natural highlights
Eye Color:brown, but have that flicker of black towards the edge of the middle around the pupil.
Build: muscular for a woman
Piercings/Scars/Tattoos:
Scar 1: claw marks from her left shoulder blade, crossing her back and ending on her right hip.
Scar 2: across top part of breasts, starts by collarbone on right and ends under her arm on left.
Choice of Clothing:
Summer: Tank top, hipster jeans with torn knees, vans or no shoes
Winter: Long leather trench coat(brown), grey longsleeve shirt with black tank over it, dark colored jeans and vans.
Wolf Appearance: pure black, scars can be seen, show soft pink like scars always would. Her paws fade into grey. Eyes are soulless black, you can see no reflection in them.
† History †
History: Aro was born in a little house on the edge of Moscow Russia. Born to the infantry father and his maid that he had at his mothers and fathers home. She grew up as mostly a servant unless father came home, then she'd be able to go with him and go on his hutning trips with him and the boys.
There was one werewolf they could never catch though, one that rampaged through the country side and actually killed many. He loved the taste of human flesh instead of hunting on the wilderness and he was quite a handful. In Russia alone there was 6 full time hunters on his head and another two on the boundaries, trying to keep him contained. Her father took her on one hunt, which ended her fate.
Aro and her father were out on one horse bareback with two other gentlemen at their sides. Vince, the werewolf they so desprately hunted, came across the hunters and killed all but Aro and her father. Once Vince saw how beautiful Aro was, he left, leaving the two be to go home with the bodies.
Aro slowly ventured out by her self one day, with a boy to her side as a guard because her father never thought it was right for a lady to hunt alone. She came across Vince, he killed the boy and turned her after a long fight. Scared, she kind of clung to Vince though she hated him. Once learning the basics, she ran from him and his monsterous ways hoping to learn more about her kind and to go back to kill him off and let the lycans of her home land roam hopefully with out being hunted ever again.
Mother/Father:
FATHER: Varnhyrn Spelnoff, human, 24, military front line/hunter
MOTHER: Donyette Copf, human, 27, house maid
Siblings: NONE
Offspring: NONE
Born: December 21st 1970 Moscow, Russia
† RP example †
(From Cimmerian with my chara Vince)
This forest sucks. There’s nothing to hunt, nothing to even be worth my while. Something snapped under my feet as I just looked over, watching the sunset. Low and behold, a young lycan sitting under me, dead. What a pity, don’t join, don’t live. It was only time when America would see the best of us.
Humans living in the city next door to this forest liked the lights and music. An odd town, must be all young people. Great. It was only time when we’d hit into a group like this. A growl came from me as I slowly crouched and put my elbows on my knees, my eyes looking down to the body as my wolf side took over, feeding on the dead lycan.
My hunger subsided as I wiped the blood off my mouth with the youngsters shirt. My hands moving along the trees as I moved again, going towards the edge of the forest, My eyes looked over the city again, taking it all in. Night club, beach, forest, homes, Mall. The normal things Americans always have had. They waste their time gambling and talking, no work hardly ever done. No wonder why America’s in such a slump. This is what humans do to this earth. Make it a waste of time.
Lycans should be ruling, taking over the humans and slaying all vampire into extinction. Those stupid blood suckers have no clue what’s coming. Heh heh.
The wind whipped across the path of trees, making it’s way from the city to me. The scent of young ones boiled through the disgusting smell of humans, and a small scent of vampire. Well, that’s a very good sign indeed, not many vampires to try and kill. What a coincidence. But the Lycans did rule this town, it’ll take some time to gather information and figure out who would turn easily and who wouldn’t.
Luckily enough my little tracker lover is well fitted for that. Her lovely ears pick up the tiniest sounds. What a jewel she has become since I found her in the woods, barely living and making herself cower to the humans. She learned quickly.
Lets see what this town has for livestock.
† Let's talk about you †
Name: Aro
Other Characters: Others coming.
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