Post by fluffy on Mar 7, 2010 0:25:09 GMT -7
† Zuleika - Genesis - Mejias †
†Zuly†
[/center]† General Information †
Full Name: Zuleika Genesis Mejias
Nicknames: Zuly, Zookiki, Zoozoo, Zumie, Z.
Gender: Female.
Race: Werewolf.
Age: 34 y.o.a.
Age they appear: 21 y.o.a.
Occupation: Waitress.
Orientation: Heterosexual.
Health Problems: N/a
† Personality †
Basic Personality: Ah, her personality. Zuleika has a somewhat complex personality that is full of contradictions and other mishaps. She is the type of gal who can be your best friend or your worst enemy, can be quiet and reserved but can easily hold her ground and know when to stand up for herself. She is a balanced mixture of sugar and spice and it most definitely suits her well. Intelligence along with pride and a stubborn nature tends to cling to her skin and because she rarely ever talks about her past, many believe her to be quite mysterious and sometimes rude for not speaking even when spoken to. She rarely talks unless necessary but knows how to have fun and let loose. The female is normally full of smiles and is someone whose actions tend to speak louder than the words she rarely speaks but, still, when she does speak it is usually very important and could possibly have a double meaning. When upset or angry, she tends to become violent but only when pushed harder than she should have been. She tries to avoid violence at all times but sometimes it is simply unavoidable. Zuleika will sometimes punch a hole in the wall or go out for a run, sometimes even transform just to get her mind off whatever angered or frustrated her so. Generally, though, she is simply mellow and introverted.
Likes:
† Dancing and running.
† Sunrises and sunsets.
† Animals and nature.
† Music and stretching.
† Her 'wolf' form and the moon.
† Sex and her boyfriend.
Hates:
† Vampires.
† Vegetables.
† Her past.
† Bloodshed.
† When she forget to take off her clothes.
Talents:
† Tracking.
† Dancing.
† Fist fighting.
† Listening to others.
† Keeping secrets.
Habits:
† Stretching every morning.
† Cracking her joints.
† Getting really quiet when something is wrong.
† Biting her lower lip when she's going against her pride.
† Being prideful and stubborn.
† Appearance †
Skin Color: Sun kissed tan.
Hair Color: Dark brown/black.
Eye Color: Bright Blue.
Build: Slim/Slender/Fit.
Piercings/Scars/Tattoos: None.
Choice of Clothing: Zuleika likes dressing very comfortable so she is very much so a jeans and tee shirt kind of gal. The easier it is to take it off, the more likely she is going to be wearing it. Loose clothing is a definite along with a lot of flats. Her style isn't eye popping. Instead it is very average and simply put together.
Wolf Appearance: She's a tad bit smaller than most werewolves but because of this it makes her a tad bit more agile and able to run a bit faster. Her fur is almost jet black, a few dark brown hairs mixed in, and her eyes are a bright blue that really contrast against the dark tone. She looks fit, because of the exercise she does on a daily basis to stay in such a way.
Other: N/a
† History †
History:Birth. The circumstances surrounding Zuleika's birth were both grief stricken and joyous. Her father was the alpha of a pack in Bucharest, Romania, and for the majority of his life as an alpha, was a major political power in the small European country. Her mother was simply his wife, a woman who had a strong sense of morals and knew better than to let anyone trample all over her. The two had been put together by their parents when they were in their late teens and their first born, Zachary, was the product two years later. Only a short time after did Zuleika come into the world but at the cost of her mother's life. Because of such a tragedy, her father ended up having many suitors in order to fill in her mother's place but it never seemed to work and he tended to treat Zuleika harshly, though he loved her so, because she looked exactly like her mother. So they years dragged on as she grew up in the country she learned to love and grow attached to and nothing major truly happened until the day they came to attack...
People. But they weren't normal. They were pale, had fangs...Zuleika had been thirteen years old at the time and what seemed like a tiny fight broke out into mass chaos. Not wanting to, surprisingly, drag humans into the mess (her father...always the diplomat), they had taken the fighting into the mountains, away from the capital city, and the casualties were far too great on both sides. Zuleika was never told why there was a fight. Apparently, as rumors always go, her older brother had been fooling around with a human female that meant a lot to one of the vampires of that specific coven. Well, the result of the fight was the death of their alpha and in his place went Zachary with the human female that Zuleika learned to despise, but respected nonetheless since she was now part of the pack dwindling in numbers.
When she was seventeen and still without a mate, Zachary took it upon himself to find her one. The son of a politician in Wales. She new him by his last name, Constantine, and was sent almost immediately to go and maybe even bring him back to Romania to somehow combine his father's pack with her own. That, sadly enough, was not the case. Upon meeting him, Zuleika had no interest in him which lead to a lot of arguments on both their parts and butting heads. They were practically polar opposites and she couldn't dislike him anymore than he could dislike her, or maybe the dislike was simply from her end and he was simply desperate to get into her pants. He tried changing her, on numerous occasions; tried getting her to dress different, act differently, fit into the customs of his pack rather than maybe he fitting into the customs of her own. Like the bi-monthly hunt to keep the pack in unison. He did not have that because of the lack of wilderness in the area. However, too stubborn and prideful to change her ways, she simply got up in the middle of the night and took off, the night before they were meant to be married. When the news reached Zachary, he was, of course, extremely angry, but not having the heart to really refuse her back into the pack, told her to stay in London and help as much as she possibly could and maybe learn their ways to help revolutionize their traditional and old ways of thinking; such as praising their moon goddess, Selene. Zuleika had yet to see another pack do such rituals...Maybe they were just a bit too primitive.
She arrived and settled down in London at the age of nineteen and years later, met a man by the last name of Cook. He was charming, but very much so human, and for months he pursued her and she respectfully or flirtatiously would refuse every single offer of any kind of meeting. He had no idea she was a werewolf and she did not want him to know. Where she came from, humans knew of her kind's existence but they blissfully ignored it, not bothering to really figure out who was one and who wasn't to avoid actually confronting the underlying fear that such knowledge could bring into their lives. But he continued on and after a few more months, he finally won her over and after a few dates, the two were officially together. Everytime she wanted to change, she would simply make up an excuse to not spend that certain amount of time with him and usually she would take a drive to the country and spend her time there, not really being that much of a city person to begin with. He has yet to know about her being a werewolf, though he has knowledge of their existence, and she intends on keeping it that way. It is much easier to be with someone of your own kind, at least in his perspective,and thus, she would much rather keep it easier on him...and herself. The two have been together for quite some time now and she feels that with all the pressures of society, with the problems between the wolves and the vampires, that she will eventually get dragged in, despite trying her hardest to stay out of it and stay as ignorant to all the chaos as the man she lays with night after night.
Mother/Father: Genesis Mejias - mother|Tobias Mejias - father
Siblings: Zachary Mejias - older brother.
Offspring: N/a
Other: ___ Constantine - ex fiancee|Lukas Jakoby Cook - boyfriend
† RP example †
Suri leaned against him slightly, weariness and her determination battling and the weariness was coming in very close, "If you're not intense, monsieur," she said softly, "They walk all over you...and make you feel like complete and utter shit," then her eyes landed on the coffee shop, just opening up, and glad it wasn't too crowded yet. She seemed to perk up just a tiny bit and her pace quickened, small hand grabbing his wrist gently to tug him to keep up, which probably wouldn't difficult. Without even looking to see if any cars were coming, she crossed right on through the street, slipping into the tiny coffee shop, a girl in her early teens at the register and the entire place smelling like baked goods. God she loved this little shop. She always tried coming here but, granted, she would end up at Starbucks since it was right along her route to work and they always had her coffee ready just the way she liked it so all she had to do was walk in and pick it up, "Largest cup you have, black," if she wanted to wake up, it had to be as bitter as possible, "What would you like, monsieur?" she was already giving the young woman a hundred dollar bill to pay for whatever he wanted along with her own, "Keep the change, mademoiselle," she didn't like carrying cash on her so if she could get rid of it, she usually did.
Suri ran her fingers through her hair, seeing an older woman, probably in her thirties, making her coffee and then handing it to her. The twenty four year old seemed completely grateful for the simple cup of Joe and she took a seat on one of the very comfortable couches, bringing her long legs up to stay neatly underneath her. Bringing it to her lips, she took a sip and closed her eyes, taking in the aroma and her shoulders slumping a bit as she felt more at ease, "When did you realize you wanted to act for a living?" voice still quiet, still weary, the coffee not entirely helping but it should soon enough-once it hit her system. She asked genuinely, however, instead of in such an interview manner like the last time they had a full conversation together, "Like, were you in grammar school being asked what you wanted to be when you grow up did you automatically think of acting?" She was simply curious. She remembered when they asked her and she said happy and her teacher told her that wasn't a valid answer...Suri's mother had explained to Suri that she was right-that being happy didn't mean you would be successful. However, upon reaching the age of seven and moving to France, it was different. There she was taught if she wasn't successful, there was no way she could ever be happy. Well, she was currently successful and only partially happy.
Deep down, she didn't know exactly what she needed to be completely happy or if that Utopian idea even existed. It probably didn't. She never saw one person completely happy with their life. Her mother had been content but it was obvious by the way she would simply stare off at nothing sometimes that if she and her father never stopped their affair she might be happier...Who knew? Maybe someday Suri would end up in the same position as her mother, pregnant or with a child who had the same color eyes as the man you loved, the same freckles, same ambitious nature...But at least she'd be content with at least having someone in the world love her back unconditionally no matter how much wrong or right you ever did.
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