Post by nereza on Sept 6, 2009 18:31:34 GMT -7
† Nereza - Lynn - Compton †
†Rez†
[/center]† General Information †
Full Name: Nereza Lynn Compton
Nicknames: Rez
Gender: Female
Race: Werewolf
Age: 41
Age they appear: 21
Orientation: Straight
Health Problems: None.
† Personality †
Basic Personality: She is quiet and reserved to a point, but it won't stop her from running over and making sure you're okay if you've just tripped over the most embarrassing thing in your life; air. She wants a protector, a hero inside a broken and "bad" boy. She is naturally a cuddly person, but only shows it to those she cares about. She is very sweet until you mess with her or anybody close to her. She will only surround herself with protective people, and is annoyed if you aren't protective. She is a great listener, but will never leave you without conversation if she's comfortable enough with you. Unless of course she feels the need to relax in silence. Somehow she manages to be caught up in dramatic situations, if it's not one thing it's another. She's not a fighter, she's a lover- and will do anything to avoid conflict with a significant other. But she will kick some ass if you even slightly talk down about them. She may be skinny, but she's not inferior. She's had her share of parking lot madness. She is wanted by many, but only wants one.
Likes:
† being a werewolf
† cuddling
† being spoiled
† being the center of attention
† sneak attacking her prey
Hates:
† bad breath
† being chosen last
† feeling left out
† liars
† cheaters
Talents:
† being a friend
† writing
† hunting/spying (being extremely silent in movement, and casual to blend in)
† analyzer
† organized planner. IE: attack maneuvers
Habits:
† butting into a conversation
† shutting off a light when she leaves a room
† overprotective and defensive attitude when it comes to people she loves
† shutting people off when they annoy her
† speaking her mind
† Appearance †
Skin Color: white
Hair Color: blonde
Eye Color: blue
Build: slim/athletic
Piercings/Scars/Tattoos: none
Choice of Clothing: shorts and a tank top, more often than anything. If not, a tshirt.
Wolf Appearance: Picture is coming. She is a white dire wolf, with crystal blue eyes. Her tail, neck and chest have long, gorgeous locks of porcelain fur [long than the rest]. (If I need more here, just let me know?
)Other: gorgeous? <3
† History †
History: Stupidity, more so than anything, brought her to where she is today. Or at least, that's what she tells herself. Her parents changed her diapers, fed her and she learned how to take car of herself by four years old. They took care of her until she could walk, and then left her to do things herself. Showed her the ropes on how to hunt, kill, and eat; and she was set. Her parents were too uncaring, and it took her sixteen years to realize it. Sixteen years to put together why she got away with drinking, smoking, sex, drugs- in her own household. Why she could leave the house for "school" in the morning, and not be back until 4 or 5 am without any questions asked. When she'd been out all night drinking, smoking, partying and getting herself into trouble. Out with a boyfriend, a toy, with the girls, or with all of them. Smoking weed, stealing cars, getting into clubs and gangs: which led to bribing cops, paying off guards and hiding from authorities. No one waited up for her, she was lucky if her parents even said three words to her. They didn't care what she did, and when she did get brought in to the police she took care of herself. No parent phone calls in school, just her cell phone. She was an accident child, born to parents who would just rather she not be there. But they kept her around, and provided her the basic necessities. Why they did that? She still wonders. Maybe they thought because she was a werewolf, she could fend for and take care of herself- all on her own. Quite possibly they were right, because she's damn good at holding her own today. The neighborhood was relatively classy, but the friends she made weren't anywhere near it. They spent money on a junker car to get them from point A to point B, and from one gas station to the next to distribute the packages. She got the money to do the things she did by drug trafficking, and she did this with other friends as well. Until one day, she got fed up with being ignored, and uncared for. Why she thought it would be better in the streets? Of course, that wasn't how she planned it. She floated around to friend's houses, and stayed until she wasn't welcome anymore and then would float to the next house. She got odd jobs here and there, began supporting herself- got an apartment, a social life, and lived very well. And now she's moved here, to London. Where Werewolves are the head haunchos to the town, and all of them live high on the hog. Let's see how this is gonna be.
Mother/Father: Nicholas Compton [Father, Werewolf] x Maria Compton [Mother, Human]
Siblings: none that she knows of.
Offspring: none yet~
Other: N/A
† RP example †
Averti! She hissed, mother nature herself. She's scolding me again. This time, I killed another one of her god damned creations. It was just another annoying being, taunting me for thinking I am better than them. Well, I just proved my point, yet again. It's better without them here, dear, I assure you. The ones high on themselves. They take up your precious oxygen you use to tend your plants, they need to learn their place anyway. Killing them off will not teach them their place! All she can do is whine and complain, mourning the death of her precious child. That's all she can do, and she knows it. She has nothing on me. I am one individual that will not be swayed by her wantings. The one mountain that will not be moved, the 118th element to the periodic table. The deadly one. She sent her whirling winds at me, rustling my mane and giving oxygen to my immortal lungs. I snort, casting the unneeded carbon into the atmosphere.
I swear, if you- "Silence." I commanded, and all was still. Her nagging voice all but subsided, and the winds ceased to blow. I unfolded my wings from their perfect hiding spots, outstretching them. A series of small cracking sounds could be heard as I did this, they needed that stretch. I looked to the skies, and almost on command, the gale assisted; my wings catch the small draft and off I go. Like a gorgeous Lamborghini, I zip through the atoms, defying gravity at ease. My pupils enlarged, as my visions zoomed in on a petite brook that was occupied by a couple idle equines.
Averti. Now she pleads, hesitantly and lowly, her voice creeps into my head. Begging me not to interact with more of her creations. With a dismissal of her warning, a took a dive. Similar to that Busch Gardens commercial- the one where the boy is gliding through the sky before a sudden stop; he's inverted to be facing head first, and then released to plunge straight down. Just like that, except as I came within feet from the surface of earth, my wings flexed and caught my massive carcass; I land with a rippling thud on the lithosphere. I left my wings about, shameless for a moment. I landed in a part of the river that was uninhabited. By nature, or by pure coincidence? Nature. I growled, striking the damp emeralds beneath my behemothic cadaver with my hoof. I am your cursed nightmare, your damned destroyer. You will not hide your pathetic, disrespectful creations from me! My nape arched with wicked exquisiteness, my tassels nearly covered my apex. Chin tucked neatly to my broad chest, a hulk of muscle standing statue-still. There is an efficient reason as to why Mother Nature despises the fact that I am here. A well-known curse, I am. That was released by her own masterpiece. And now, I am here; The Bringer of Death. I await a perfect side-kick, to raid this mortal world with until we've fulfilled our duty here. Then, we will proceed to the next generation. I will make her like me, and Nature will regret her own existence.
† Let's talk about you †
Name: Nereza
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