Post by Greylyn Blair on Aug 23, 2010 17:10:37 GMT -7
† Greylyn - Dawn - Blair †
†Grey†
[/center]† General Information †
Full Name: Greylyn Dawn Blair
Nicknames: Grey
Gender: Female
Race: Werewolf
Age: 17
Age they appear: 17
Occupation: Student/Cafe Barista
Orientation: Straight, but she'll dance with anyone. ♥
Health Problems:Environmental allergies.
† Personality †
Basic Personality:
Greylyn is very peculiar. At first glance, she looks like any other moody teenager, but in truth, she's harboring a lot of pain. She does not let this show, except disguises it with sarcasm and witty remarks in conversation. She holds herself high and walks with a nonchalant swagger; she has an almost stony calm about her. But if one was to get her alone, they would find someone with deep emotional scars. She is quiet when she's thinking and loud when she is angry, showing she gets stressed very easily and lashes out.
Grey also has a problem with being controlled. Having a superiority complex, she will challenge anyone that tries to tell her what to do until she has pushed her limits
Grey is happiest when she is at a concert and thrashing about in a mosh pit. She loves the adrenaline rush, being almost a drug to her. She absolutely adores the thumping beat of the double bass pedal in her chest and the pushing-pulling motion of the crowd around her. This may make her seem like a violent person, but in reality, she is quite the pacifist and will do anything to achieve piece.
She is lazy, but does aspire at her school work. Never one to try to make first impressions, she doesn't care what people think about her first. She would rather be given the chance to get to know people by actually talking to them. However, Grey does try her best to please the few people she actually lets in, like her big brother Sterling.
The smallest thing can set her off depending on how her day goes, but it is also very easy to make her smile or laugh. She is very intuitive despite what she wants people to believe, and will often go along with a plan to see how she can benefit. She is quite selfish since she has been on her own for a while and sees this as the only way to survive.
Likes:
†Old horror movies.
†Converse.
†Wild colors in her hair.
†Mosh pits/raves.
†The color purple.
†Hardcore/alternative/old rock.
†Winter.
†Food food food, especially Italian and chicken.
†She actually does like school, and she is sad to graduate.
Hates:
†Smell of blood makes her sick to her stomach.
†Smoke because she is allergic.
†Taking orders. (Reason she is not in a pack.)
†Competition.
†Hunting in wolf form.
Talents:
†Very good dancer.
†Coloring her own hair.
†Good at faking innocence.
†Making hemp bracelets.
†Sarcasm (her natural language besides English, a little bit of Spanish from high school, and wolf language.)
†Perfection of the art of stripping when she needs to change into wolf form. Rarely rips cloths.
†Very fast and agile because of her small size. Most underestimate her, but her size makes her lethal.
Habits:
†Ruffling up the shorter layers of her hair to make them stick up
†Animalistic faces even in human form.
†Stays mostly in human form except when she really needs to change.
†Many bracelets on her wrists as a security. (She's not hiding any self-mutilation scars.)
†Staying up late at night with all lights in the house and setting up a place to sleep in her living room, which she actually doesn't sleep.
† Appearance †
Skin Color: Somewhere between pale and tan.
Hair Color: A white-blond with dark brown underneath and a streak of purple and black by her right eye. Her hair is also cut in a style with short layers on top and longer layers to her shoulders underneath. Sometimes she pulls the long layers back or teases the upper layers.
Eye Color: Blue-Grey.
Build: Height-5'4. Weight- 127. Lean with a little tone that comes natural from being a wolf.
Piercings/Scars/Tattoos: A simple white gold band on her right hand. Piercings include a small Monroe on the left side of her lip and a silver bar in her left eyebrow. Size 12 gauges in both ears. Bellybutton. Only has them in when she is going clubbing. Three stars descending in size under her left eye. Many hemp and plastic bracelets and concert wrist bands up her left with a solitary grey hair tie on her right.
Choice of Clothing: Greylyn's wardrobe changes from day to day. Her favorite articles of clothing usually consist of her favorite band t-shirts, v-necks, and anything with bright colors. She likes skinny jeans or flare as long as they fit good. She has a few dressier things that she wears out to the clubs. She is occasionally seen wearing a grey scarf like a bandana with tassles hanging from it. She is almost always seen wearing the same ratty, old pair of Converse that she will never let go of.
Wolf Appearance: She stands about 4 feet and weight about 180 pounds. White-blond fur on top with brown near her feet. A small patch of skin where her star tattoos are. Purple tufts of fur near her right eye. Link
Other: Her eyes look naturally bruised from lack of sleep.
† History †
History:
Greylyn's story starts off like anyone else's. She was conceived and born. Her father was a full blood, Alpha male of the dominating pack of her region around Michigan in the States, and her mother worked as a nurse in the town the pack protected.
The two fell in love and soon got married. Grey was born three weeks early, making her a runt in the pack. She stayed in the hospital for about two weeks, but was able to come home eventually and begin a normal life.
Well...mostly normal except for being a wolf. An Alpha's daughter at that. Her first change occurred when she was eleven on a full moon, ironically. The burning and shifting was terrifying, even though she knew what she was becoming. Her family was by her side the whole night.
The first change took about three hours, but when it was done, she was allowed to look at herself. A pure white fluffball was standing before her in the mirror. Later that night, the pack took her own her first hunting trip.
Growing up, she wasn't necessarily made fun of for being a smaller, but was definitely treated differently as if she was more fragile. This cause her to push herself away from her pack family, thinking of herself as inferior.
One winter when the pack was coming back from a hunting trip when Grey was fourteen, they encountered a coven of vampires. Feeling as if there territory was threatened and being a pack who did not have friendly tendencies towards vamps, they attacked. This cause a bloody loss on both sides. Most of the causalities were on the coven's side, but the pack lost their leader.
Her mother followed a year later, dying of a "broken heart," leaving her and her brother Sterling, being 19, to fend for themselves. Sterling was next in line to be Alpha, but he had no interest in it. No longer being bound by a leading force, the pack dispersed and went their separate ways. Sterling and Grey moved to London where Sterling attended University.
Now the last four years she has wondered around, never allowing herself to get close to anyone in fear of losing them. She spends most of her time in concert halls, clubs, school, or just hanging around to pass the lonely time.
She knows of the hold the werewolves hold on London, but her and her brother have no particular interest in getting involved. She holds no prejudices against humans seeing as many of them are her classmates. Soon, she will find herself in the middle of the supernatural war that looms over the city.
Mother/Father: Kay Blair(father)/Nessa Blair(mother)
Siblings: Sterling Blair (older brother, 23)
Offspring: None.
Other:A few casual friends, but she doesn't allow herself to get close to anyone.
† RP example †
The club was bouncing. Flashing lights, techno music thumping in her chest, smells of smoke, alcohol, illegal drugs, and sex assaulted the teen's nose. Grey was here for none of these things.
Her fake ID was her passport into the underground world of the nightlife. It was an escape from the mundane life above.
Greylyn dove into the thrashing pit of bodies that moved to the pulsating beat, weaving her way to the center. She followed the flow, moving with the sea of rocking flesh.
Blue eyes disappeared behind purple lids as she shut out the rest of the world. Heat coursed through her body as the rush picked up and the tempo faster.
The push and pull of the dance floor was like a hypnotic lullaby. Every other sense shutting down to the rhythm...
Then a shock coursed from her arm to her heart and she shrieked. No one heard of course.
Her eyes shot open and the stink of something bittersweet
filled her nose. A low rumble emerged in her throat. When her sight landed on the retreating form, she raced after it.
† Let's talk about you †
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