Post by spider on Feb 8, 2010 17:17:02 GMT -7
† Clarissa- Dawn - KilBride †
†Clary†
[/center]† General Information †
Full Name: KilBride, Dawn Clarissa
Nicknames: Clary
Gender: Female
Race: Werewolf
Age: 22
Age they appear:
Occupation: Cashier
Orientation: no-sexual (well probably hetero, if she had to choose)
Health Problems: Insomniac, Enochlophobic, and obsessive compulsive
† Personality †
Basic Personality: Clarissa sees human contact as a means to an end, therefor when she is forced into such contact, via her job or some other means; she is dark, short, impatient, and cynical. Why? Because she absolutely detests the idea of being with other people. Why? Well, don't concern yourself with that, yet. Clary used to at one time be a bright and happy youth, she just graduated with great marks, her parents were proud of her, and things were looking up. She was ready to start her life after school, and she was social. Oh, she was. She went on a date every night, whether it was with the same guy or someone else, but now? She thinks of touching someone else only to bite them, or hit them out of the way. She has completely shut herself off from the rest of the world and wants nothing to do with it, just because she feels no one would want anything to do with some weird creature like her.
Likes:
†Long books
†Vast, open spaces
†Large Vehicles
†Bouncy Balls
†Alphabetical order
Hates:
†Surprises
†People; men,women, or children
†Random sharp edges
†Rodents
†Cats
Talents:
†Juggling
†Navigating by way of maps
†Being a total shut-in
†Hunting
†Remaining unseen
Habits:
†Blinking rapidly
†Laughing for absolutely no reason
†Stuttering when spoken to
†Walking, or 'ghosting' about on the tips of her toes
†Brushing her hair fifty times on each side
† Appearance †
Skin Color: Caucasian, and she'd just might be tan if she stayed out in the sun for a while.
Hair Color: Dark brown, bordering on natural black
Eye Color: Glacier Ice, blue. Sometimes in the sunlight, it takes a more green tinge.
Build: Spidery thin, skinny. Not very athletic.
Piercings/Scars/Tattoos: There are a couple of scratches on the back of her leg, but it's not like you'd ever see them.
Choice of Clothing: She dresses for comfort. She dresses for the weather. She shops at the thrift store she works in and most--all--of her clothes are "out of fashion." Does she care? Of course not.
Wolf Appearance:
Other:† History †
History: Clarissa KilBride...she grew up in KilKenny, Ireland with her mother and father on their farm on the outskirts of the city. They never really had no extra money, but what was left over went toward Clary's schooling. When the money was enough, and Clary was old enough, she went to London for a great and prestigious education. But the Big City got to her head and instead of books, like she was sent there for, she became addicted to people. She was the most social butterfly in the world. She had a million friends, they all knew her as best as any one could and her life was absolutely fantastic.
One a lovely evening out, her and three of her best mates, were heading back to her flat after a totally banging party when they realized they were being followed by two of the extra saucy fellows they had more or less shamelessly flirted with. What did Clarissa suggest? They wait up for them. So they did.
In the middle of an alley.
Turns out, those two beasty boys really were beasty. Clarissa was standing a little bit farther back from her friends at the time, only because she had just gotten a call from her mother, so she was talking hush hush. When she turned around two of her best mates were already dead and the third was being ripped apart. Clarissa, though now a complete party girl, was raised on a farm so she pulled out the Rosco she carried with her and managed to subdue the closest boy with three well aimed bullets. She took off running.
She ran and ran and ran. Both of the heels had broken off of her shoes and her dress was ripped up her thigh because of her long strides. She had just gotten onto her own street when she felt teeth bite into her leg and she let out the loudest noise she had ever made, in bed or not. She fizzled away from reality shortly after and when she woke up, she was in her bed with nothing but a hazy memory and a sore leg. It was only a month to the day later that she turned, in the safety of her own flat but, most of her furniture was destroyed in her initial change. She could hardly believe what was going on to her and on that night and every night since, she has stayed away from anyone and everyone. Two years its been. She managed to get through her schooling, got a job working the afternoon shift at a barely-there thrift store that was right on the corner of her street.
Mother/Father: Gwenivere KilBride 57, Carver KilBride 60; both are alive and great.
Siblings: None
Offspring: None
Other:
† RP example †
Three words were flipping through her head while her eyes went in and out of focus on the Tv. The cable had went out a week ago, she suspected rats were to blame, so the only thing on the Tv was black and white. Pathetic. The first word summed up herself. She was pathetic. She hadn't spoken in a month, she hadn't smiled in two years, six months, two weeks, and three days. She hadn't opened her refrigerator in a fortnight, hadn't cleaned it in a month. She hadn't showered in three days. Why not? It's not like it mattered.
Blasphemous. It was what she was. She was a disgrace against the very fabric of nature. She could transform into a wolf that stood four feet high. She was bitten by some creature, after her closest friends were murdered, and she could change her form. She shouldn't be allowed to live. There should be some sort of organization out there that rid the human world of people like her. Maybe if they had existed before she was turned, then maybe the thing that got her would have been killed and then she would be fine. If only.
Hopeless. It was her situation. She couldn't do anything to stop it. She ate raw meat for crying out loud! She was never going to be normal again! She was never going to enjoy being alive! Never enjoy feeling another human moving against her, doing something that was their God-given right, never attend another party, never see her giant family, never enjoy a holiday. Never have children.
Her mouth opened slowly and out slid a dark and sadistic chuckle. It happened often. She looked down at her hands that sat palm-up, against her thighs. Her senses around her awakened slowly. She could hear a car alarm down the street, someone was taking a shower down the hall, and the smell in her flat was absolutely awful. She realized it was the rotting meat she had left out last night. She wrinkled her nose and stared at the TV. She'd clean later.
† Let's talk about you †
Name: Spider
Other Characters: None at the moment, but that'll probably change soon
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