Post by Sage on May 12, 2010 9:23:59 GMT -7
† Sage - Jemini - Kessler †
†Mutt†
[/center]† General Information †
Full Name: Sage
Nicknames: Mutt, Dog, Sagey (s-eh-g-ee)
Gender: female
Race: Lycanthrope/ Werewolf
Age: approximately 98
Age they appear: 24/25 (Mid 20ies)
Occupation:
Orientation: Straight
Health Problems:
† Personality †
Basic Personality:
~Sage was taught most of her life to not think for herself. She was taught to obey and be commanded by her superiors, and has never even thought of going against them. Because of the beatings it took at a young age to learn this, she is fairly submissive to certain people. Part of her job for her master was to be a sort of ‘guard dog’, to protect Kilean De’Journe during the daylight hours and on his outings.
~Due to her history and present situation, many things have been forgotten to her, mainly the typical basics such as feeding herself, walking as a human, talking and communicating, etc.
~All things considered, she’s surprisingly trustworthy, and believes that she will be looked after by whoever commands her. Her loyalty can be bought and sold, and this is a fact that she understands and accepts.
~She doesn’t really get along well with other animals.
~She enjoys going for walks, when it’s permitted, and playing tug-of war, tag, and racing is something that gets her fairly energetic and excited.
Likes:
†Going for walks
†Having meat and table scraps
†Napping
†Gazing out the window
†Playing
†The place just under her ribs being rubbed
Hates:
†Squirrels
†The acrid scent of human blood and their machines
†Being forced to do ‘tricks’
†The other animals
†Killing those who oppose her Master
Talents:
†Killing (this is something she’s not too fond of)
†Obeying
†Running and jumping activities
†Protecting and being aware of danger
†Tracking
Habits:
†She has a habit of chewing her nails when they grow too long
†Lowering her nose to the ground and sniffing, then lifting her lip as if smelling something bad
†Shaking her fur out
†Playing with her hair
†Looking at her own reflection, often in confusion
† Appearance †
Skin Color: White (Caucasian)
Hair Color: bright red
Eye Color: silver/gray
Build: lean, strong, and fast, thought she’s mostly built for speed
Piercings/Scars/Tattoos: No piercings or tattoos, though there are a few scars on her thighs and along her neck, a few on her back. Mostly they’re covered, but it’s not too difficult to find them.
Choice of Clothing: Whatever she can find after changing pretty much. Generally it’s baggy, men’s clothes, but if she plans on staying in her human form for a long period of time, she’ll look for something a bit more feminine and “normal” such as jeans and a shirt.
Wolf Appearance:
Her pelt is a variety of light reds, much like her hair colour. Along her back and tail, is the darker reds and a few browns, and going down, the fur becomes a light tanned/reddish brown colour. She has a fairly thick and healthy coat that’s frequently groomed and washed.
The scars on her back are fairly faint, although because of the positioning of her flanks and neck, the slightest part in her fur hints at the light pink scars that lay underneath.
For a wolf, like most lycanthropes, she is slightly larger then the average wolf. She has long limbs that allow for her running, and a fairly sturdy frame that shows she’s well fed, healthy, and exercised.
Around her neck is a thin black collar with her tags.
In her wolf form, her eyes become slightly greener, though mostly stay their normal colour.
Other:
Sage’s general height is 5’8” in her human form. Her hair is fairly long, wavy, and a natural bright red in colouration. She’s fairly pale from over-all lack of sunlight.
The scars she received on her back are from lashings when she disobeyed in the first three years of her puberty, when officially made into a slave. Along her flanks and neck are fights from various creatures. A few from her own kind, slain by her own teeth.
† History †
History:
Truth has many faces. You just have to learn how to recognize them all.
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Sage’s parents were murdered when she was the age of two. Her memories of them, though faint, still exist, however the night of their slaughter is hazy. Kilean De’Journe was their murderer; not directly, but he had ordered their deaths and had been present for them. Her parents stood no chance, and within seconds, were dead or dying in a pool of their own blood.
Kilean had spared the two year olds life. She had no idea why, but in the limo on the way back she was treated fairly. As it turned out, De’Journe was an exotic creatures’ collector; his prize creature had yet to be obtained… until that day. His own parents having been slaughtered by werewolves, as well as his arrogant daughter made making Sage his pet easy on his conscience. When she came of age to change, she was forced into it. It took another two years for her to hold her form for longer then a day, but once she could, she was no longer permitted life as a human. Three times she had changed after that, all three of which she had been beat for. Her punishments were more painful then the change itself, and Kilean managed to discourage the young werewolf from ever again disobeying him.
For years she served by his side. Protecting him, fighting for him, killing her own kind for him. Those 84 years of life pretty much drained away her common sense as a human. To the point where if she were to change at present, she would need to be taught how to use her hands, go to the bathroom, get dressed; things considered basic by the norm.
It wasn’t until a few months ago that she’d gained her “freedom”. One night, after having left Sage behind as he went out on an “errand”, Kilean’s head was returned to the mansion in a sack. Eventually, werewolves and even a few humans came to the house to ransack the place. She’d managed to escape, but now lives on the streets, uncertain with how to live. She doesn’t know how to feed herself properly, and scrounges around garbage bins for her food; when she isn’t chased off by the store owners. Her life is one of shame, and she barely even knows it.
Mother/Father: Harriett Kessler (mother); James Kessler (father) Both are lycanthropes/ werewolves
Other: Kilean De’Journe –Killed her family and kidnapped her as a toddler. Raised her like an animal and made her his protector. Her ‘Master’. Vampire. Deceased.
† RP example †
Shock was still flooding her veins as servants and guards ran around the house, trying to get together their belongings before others came. Sage stared down at the head, eyes sightless, mouth open, and fangs glistening in her master’s own blood. A low whimper rang in her throat and she nudged the lifeless head. It didn’t do anything but roll down the steps, bouncing its way down with sickening sounds. All the werewolf could do was stare down after it, tail lowered, eyes blank. She should have known this day would come eventually, but she’d never imagined she would be alive when it did. Sage was supposed to die at her master’s side; die protecting him.
She silently padded her way down the stairs, grunting when a guard bumped her into the railing in his rush to flee before light came and he was trapped. The wolf’s steps didn’t falter nor pause, though, as she continued her way passed the head and to the kitchen. In there, was a cellar door, a small flap for her to use at the base. Within minutes she was in the cellar. The place she had first changed back after finishing puberty. Yes, she remembered it well, no matter how long ago it was.
The sting of the whip could not be forgotten. Something like that beating would never be forgotten. Even the room couldn’t seem to forget. After all of these years, one with superb smelling skills such as herself and her kind could trace the faint scent of the blood of hers that had been shed that day. The mould that grew in the corners of the cellar where it was moistest seemed to cling to the scent, as if it were their reason to grow. Much of her blood had been shed that night, as well as the two other times after that. You can’t erase history from a place, no matter how hard you try, or how much bleach the maids had used.
It was hours before the wolf moved again. Just by her fine hearing she could tell the only remaining occupants in the house were the rats hiding somewhere else down here. Eventually they would venture upstairs and eat the remaining food that had been left behind. She turned and made her way back up the rickety wooden stairs. No one, no sound, nothing.
In the end, it was the sound of approaching people that caused the wolf to flee the house. She ran, following the acrid scent of cars down the road she had been many times down in the limo. It took her until the fall of the next night to reach the city. She was exhausted, and after some wandering, lay down beside a restaurant, under a garbage bin lid that hid her from the rain.
The first day of her freedom, and she knew not what to do with it other then sleep and run. Perhaps tomorrow she would eat. Her stomach growled in reminder that the last time she’d eaten was when Master had brought out her breakfast in the kitchen. Closing her eyes, Sage’s ears flattened against her body as she tried to sleep through the honks and noises of the city.
† Let's talk about you †
Name: Teris
Other Characters: Anna-Leigh Evers and Jenna Costello
Notes: I know, it’s kind of a cheesy character, and I understand if you want me to fix her xP I just kinda wanna try RPing her like this… lol. Your decision though.
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