Post by haven on Mar 27, 2011 23:39:53 GMT -7
† Haven - Lynn - Kraelis †
† Havey †
[/b][/font][/center]† General Information †
Gender: Female
Race:Werewolf
Age:70
Age they appear: Early twenties
Occupation: Former Tracker / Recruiter, Now Underground Fighter for the time being.
Orientation: Straight
Health Problems: ---
† Personality †
Basic Personality:
Haven is not someone you can grasp upon first meeting, or let alone at all for she has an ever changing facade never letting anyone see the real her unless permitted with is beyond rare. She can act like no other, constantly changing her personality and molding it to situations to get her ahead and closer to the goal she is trying to approach.
In reality she was created into something instead of left to become something she may have grown into, now she is a valuable piece that could be paced within the works of any area be it good or bad. Steel cold walls are thrown around her, she is merciless and manipulative with the ability to make you crawl at her feet before she takes your jugular as her own. She can kill and torture anyone without losing a single night of sleep or feeling bad, its as if all emotions are detached from her.
Now Haven is intelligent, books smarts and street smarts thrive within her and she had the potential to become anything ranging from a doctor to a politician but instead she is dominated by animal instincts even within her animal form. Seeds of loyalty, anger, possessiveness and such that lie within any animal are stronger in her. Logical social thinking has to be forced and she has to concentrate upon it, she is more hard wired to stalk kill, recruit, and watch.
Now sexuality, seduction, and sexual tension oozes from her, its not by choice its just something natural within her causing people to become attracted of become disgusted usually debating upon gender. Love is something she has never experienced and doubts she will though the feeling of needing to pass on her genes wedges into her thoughts every so often. Now this she will NEVER admit.
Likes:
† Quiet nights.
† Nicotine.
† Red Meat.
† Running.
† Watching/Manipulating people.
Hates:
† Pork.
† Crowded areas.
† Feeling belittled.
† Loosing control.
† Being touched without her consent.
Talents:
† Running, she is quick and can go long periods with out the slightest negative effects.
† Manipulation, the girl knows how to get what she wants and will twist and mold a situation or a person with lies and masks till she achieves her goal.
† Stalking / Watching people, she can blend in and mask herself as any character personality she pleases.
† She can kill and hurt people with out flinching, some say she is cold hearted, has no soul, and so on but she sees it as a gift.
† Agonizingly high tolerance for pain.
Habits:
† If she is touched by surprise she will tense up and dig her nails into her palms till they nearly bleed as to not hurt the person in contact with her.
† Teeth will knead her bottom lip roughly if she is thrown off in a situation.
† She will refer to her animal instincts more often than her human
† She will check her apartment doors and windows three times to make sure they are all locked before she goes to bed or leave.
† She runs for at least two hours a day, it's like a drug for her.
† Appearance †
Portrayed By: Megan Fox
Skin Color: Golden Bronze.
Hair Color: Deep shades of chestnut and auburn.
Eye Color: Light piercing gray.
Build: Haven is lithe but has curves and a tonedness to her.
Piercings/Scars/Tattoos: Three lumps of scar tissue between her shoulder blades.
Choice of Clothing: Appearance is something she holds very highly so she is usually in something sleek and elegant. Very rarely is she ever seen in jeans and tee shirts unless lounging around the house, instead closet is consumed with business like attire to attract attention but demand respect all at once. Also other parts of closet and drawers are littered with silken dresses and satin skirts for a little extra fun.
Wolf Appearance: In wolf form Haven seems to be exactly the same, slightly small in build but very feminine through out while pelt is smeared with the dark earthen colors of auburn and chestnuts just like her normal human hair. The only slightest difference that can be seen is the lighter shades echoed within patterning of pelt, light creams mingle their way almost absurdly out f place upon her frame but seeming to fit all at the same time in a striking way. CLICKETH!
Other: ---
† History †
History:
Haven was born into an organization that was slowly dominating the western coast of Canada slowly, a new form of domination in the rise but not yet completely blossomed. Her parents both claimed the genetics of werewolves so undoubtedly Haven herself had been handed down that torch. Now this organization, her parents were both supporters and her father the second in lead or "Beta" some would call it in a wolf sense. The organization was for were wolf dominance, THEY wanted to control every aspect of Canada, every wolf that roamed its expanse and every other species that happened to be there, no one else and no other pack that wanted to do the same.
Now Haven wasn't born out of love, lust, or some screwed up one night stand accident. Instead she was planned, created to help with the advancement and flourishment of the her father. Were her parents married? No. Dating? No. Involved? No. her mother and father and been paired based upon genetics and the probability of what their child would come out as. Insert Haven here.
Now as years passed Haven was trained, classes were thrown into her brain while drills, ideas, plans, schemes, and other personalities not her own were ingrained into her until she was no longer a child but some useful mechanism. She had been dubbed a succeess in their eyes.
She started as a tracker when she hit 16, this involved her seeking out those who had betrayed the organization and either drag them back or kill them. She was a natural. An asset. The grand pawn in their schemes. years spun by from there, her never thinking anything of what was going on let alone feeling bad for the blood she had spilled of her own kind, humans, or vampires.
Age forty hit fast and hard, promotion was slapped upon her and she began recruiting more wolves into the thriving association she was built and born into. She was a legacy, her name upon their lips in whispers and awe while others feared her.
Age sixty? A blur of commotion and upset. THings began to fall apart as riots were raised and soon a silent war it seemed. vampires revolted and attacked, sending the organization to pieces. Blood was drawn and fights raged till the organization was nothing more than rubble streaked over the ground. Many lost their lives and Haven had a price on her head, so she ran to the welcoming arms across seas.
From there she began a new life grasping upon its history and devouring it, no regrets were left with her parents, teachers, and creators. They killed, they were killed. plans fell apart and now she was in search of a place to set herself once more. She had been clueless to other world orders and issues, she had been secluded and brainwashed. So now she uses her strengths to beat upon those in cage fights, the underground black market for a good time. the best place to instill her animal instincts till something more comes along.
Mother/Father: Cleo / Drake
Siblings: ---
Offspring: ---
Other: ---
† RP Example †
From another site i am on, RubyMoonlight.
Optics became brooding and iced over once more as he stood towering over her as if he were a god. Every shift and breathe she made echoed within his very own nervous system and he pulling away from his closeness just set him off. Every soft emotion and almost compassion of old days that was about to blossom wilted and died before it even had the meagerest of chances. She had actually pulled away, she was repulsed by proximity. So be it. So maybe a vague that had wormed its way into brain that maybe things could be fixed but if she couldn't even be that close to him then it would never happen, the worm was plucked from brain and stomped on aggressively while he just glowered in silence. Body pulled away from her as limbs stalked a good distance away, folding in upon themselves so he was sitting once more giving her more than enough room.
A slight sadness and let down shifted through him beneath the surface, the feeling of rejection ringing clear within ear drums and bothering him to a high extent. He did't like rejection and this was a first for him in truth. he had always gotten what he had wanted and though he was so up in the air with this situation a small child in him screamed to wipe away the hurt and start anew. But now, oh now that horrible feeling wreaked utter havoc and crushed the small child that was weeding it way within him.
Then lyrics taunted him, those feminine wiles wrapped up in delicate harp chords that burst from her lungs and slapped him across the face with very syllable. Explanation took form but his own mind was still reeling with the feeling of being rejected, understanding just had no place within him as he just stared at her in both disbelief and complete blankness all at once.So she had found adventure and new places, but she had left a boy behind. Words uttered statements of being lost and loosing track of time but all his mind intercepted was that once more she couldn't tolerate him or his presence and needed to seek more. It all just clarified his thoughts.
A young curious heart got what it wanted in the end i suppose. Hell you can't even stand to be that close to me so why stick around before, right?"
Muted and grayed tones flushed from his system, his gaze slipping away from her and probing the distant and darkening skies that threatened a downpour upon them. When it rained it poured and a rainbow didn't always appear after the storm.
"And because you came back doesn't solve all, leaving kills love. Leaving kills wolves look at my damned father! my mother has done this to him and now he is so screwed up he cant decipher whats real, what's imaginary let alone the past and present. He mistook my d**n sister for my MOTHER! And you can keep that line of pretending garbage to yourself Vovo, im seeing things as they are and were. you want to pretend? Then PLEASE don't contain yourself. I offered you to stay, if i didn't want your presence here i would have told you to get the hell off my lands but instead i offered you position within the pack. Should mean something right?!"
And there was the hurt yowling lion once more, words growled and snarled out getting louder as they erupted from chords and burst from confines of his maw. Anger recoiled within his visage while angry gaze held on her as if he were venomous snake ready to kill.
"I loved you point blank. Yeah i was young, stupid, delusional and a little more nuts then you realized and never really understood it but it hit home when you pranced off. I don't give a flying hell if you didn't think you would be gone long and you would be back. How long has passed Vovo? Quite awhile and time murders things and people. I'm not a pup anymore nor are you.If you felt the same a little heads up would have been given just in case something like this happened but you didn't do that. Your heart was in the adventure and exploring not in me, as you said yourself it was or is curious. And there is no ash right now, its all up in bloody flames!"
Whole body was tensed, muscles raged and coiled beneath pelt as anger and frustration of feelings began coming undone leaving him in a torrent of near explosion. He wanted to maul her and chase her away while breaking down in tears all at the same time. Mitts kneaded the earth beneath him till it was nothing more than a shredded mess while he sat marble still attempting to contain the leaked explosion that had bypassed all of his barriers. Ivories ground within his maw, another battle was raging in him as he attempted to lock everything back in a box and bury it as he had so long ago when she left. Everything was a mess...
† OOC Information †
Name: Haven
Other Characters: ---
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