Post by astrid on Jun 7, 2009 11:22:37 GMT -7
†Astrid-Koal-Vuittan†
†Az†
Theme song;; Room of Angel from Silent Hill 4
[/center]†General Information†
Full Name: Astrid Koal Vuittan
Nicknames: Az
Gender: Female
Age: 62
Age they appear: 19
Race: Werewolf
Orentation: Straight
Health Problems: None currently.
†Personality†
Basic Personality: Astid is usually a "stay-by-myself-and-think" kind of person. Everything she feels is tightly locked away inside and she never opens up to anyone. Trust is almost impossible to get from her. Astrid will respect any authority when it is deserved, but that is not the same thing. She does not like crowds, but that is getting better over time. She has led a gang of werewolves before, so dynamics of such things are not foreign to her. She has a strong mind, as well as body, so Astrid is a real fighter. She is a wild child, like the wind in the way she will flit from one place to another but still stay in about the same area. Once she belongs to a group in this new place, she hopes to be a little more grounded and find a home. She is slightly unstable at times, and is constantly at war with her own instincts. Her wolf and human personalities do not differ at all, and they flow seamlessly together. She mostly can control her wolf side perfectly. Like most children who have been abandoned, she shuns all forms of love, but secretly longs for companionship.
Likes:
† Being a werewolf
† Messing with guys
† Partying
† Swimming
† Annoying people with her cold attitude
Hates:
† Traitors/Betrayal
† Two-faced people
† Loud people
† Fake blonde girls
† Small spaces
Talents:
† Swimming
† Fighting
† Messing with peoples heads
† Leading
† Hiding her emotions
Habits:
† She tends to glare a lot
† Stands really straight when she is displeased
† Pacing
† She is a little OCD
† Flirts with any attractive guy she meets
†Appearance:†
Skin Color: Pale
Hair Color: Platinum blonde with a hot pink streak
Eye Color: Ice blue, almost white
Build: Thin, slightly muscled because she has been swimming her whole life
Piercing/Scars/Tattoos: One scar that goes from the base of her jaw, down the right side of her neck, and ends at her collarbone.
Choice of Clothing: It varies depending on her mood, or what she is trying to accomplish.
Wolf Appearance: Astrid's wolf form is a reflection of her human form. She has longer fur than normal, and is built more sleek than werewolves. She was built for speed, not fighting, but she can definitely hold her own. Her paws are a little smaller than usual, and her muzzle is very slender. She looks very sensual, yet still elegant and powerful. Sprouting from behind her right ear is a pink streak that ends level with her shoulder.
Other: None...
†History:†
History: Astrid was born to an impeccable line of werewolf genes. Her mother and father were both leaders, and secretly hoped for a boy, but when they had Astrid they were in no way disappointed. They watched her grow from an inquisitive child to a strong teenager, and were going to intrust her with the pack. However, they both fell ill and died about three years apart, and Astrid wanted nothing to do with her old home anymore. She was never close with any of her family, and had no problem leaving them all behind to start over. She lives alone now, and still holds true to her principles. What you can't get on your own, you can get from men. What you can't get from them, you can steal. What you can't steal, you can kill someone that has what you want. That will get you far in this cutthroat world.
Now, she is well-known by the posh crowd. Being a model has its advantages, like being on the guest list for the best parties, and Az is getting more used to the attention. However, being known by a lot of people leaves room for lots of enemies. She has to be careful, but good luck getting to her. She is a true Ice Queen.
Mother/Father: Lorraine and Edward Vuittan
Siblings: None
Offspring: None
Other: None
†RP example:†
It had been a long time since Astrid had gotten to really enjoy herself. No consequences, no squirming just to get by, and no foster family to bitch at her about nothing important. So she was distant... so fucking what?! You would be too if your mom died when she gave birth to you, and your father fucking ditched you on the spot. Anger was boiling inside her now, white hot... the kind that left a mark every time she let it touch her. She needed a release... something to put her mind on that was calming. Something she had done all her life. She needed to swim some laps.
Donning her simple black bikini, Astrid did a quick mirror check. She had always been skinny, she figured it was genetic. The muscles, those were all hers. She had quit the swim team at her last school - a prep school called Saint Michaels - because of an 'urging' by the headmaster. See, they expected she was cheating. Her crowd didn't help, they were the pot heads and the stereotypical 'lost causes' that every school possessed. She had been their star, their shining knight, and their trump card. They didn't lose in the three years she had been on the team. After they kicked her off - or rather, she left before they could - they lost to the rival school, Laverne Academy. Sucks for them.
Picking up her towel, and slipping into a pair of her old team's sweatpants with the logo "SM" on the rear, she strode outside. On her way out the dorm, she tossed on her sweatshirt. Sure, it was February, but at least the pools were heated. Besides, swimming did things for her that therapy hadn't been able to. It made her calm. The anger just washed away, like dirt, from her. It was a magical feeling.
Finally reaching the pool area, she was relieved to see steam rising from the surface of the glass-like swimming pool. There were no lane ropes, but she didn't mind. She wasn't at a meet after all, she was just getting some well-deserved rejuvenation. Her clothes fell to the chair she had designated to place them in, her white cotton towel draped over the back of the chair. She didn't put her hair back, because she wasn't focused on speed today. She was focused on a rhythmic pattern of back and forth through the liquid. That magical feeling touched her again. Poetic, almost like a song.
She slipped her feet into the pool, barely disturbing the surface as the water rose to her knees, and then to her hips. Her pale skin glowed in the moonlight. She looked like a lunar creature, trapped here on earth as a punishment of sorts. Punishment from what? Who knows.
Liquid nitrate scanned the orb in the sky that lay dormant on the mirror surface of the water. Then, she walked to the side of the pool, lowered herself beneath the surface, and pushed off the side to begin her first lap.
Her strokes were even and mechanical, like she could swim in her sleep. It was here, swimming at night, that she felt most at ease. It was her niche, her place of belonging. As the water caressed softly over her shoulders, down her back, and rejoined the water, she felt her anger sliding off like impurities. She closed her eyes, using her senses to find the other end of the pool. She did a forward tuck, turned swiftly beneath the surface, and came up to start her new stroke towards the way she had come.
It was now, in this lap, that the thoughts would come. With each stroke of her arms, a new question was dredged from her tightly locked mind. Her father... what had she done to displease him? Was it because she had killed his wife? Because she had been a burden? Or was he just sick of her already, and didn't want to raise her? Whatever the question, she couldn't help but still grieve for her nonexistent relationship with him. To hide the pain, she would show anger, but it was no more than a facade. She always wondered what she did wrong... what crime she had committed to cause his displeasure and abandonment.
She had searched for it once, in the arms of other men. She had looked for love, and thought she had found it, but it had been snubbed back in her face. Then, she had tried the other approach. She had begun to keep guys around, dating whomever would ask if it would get her something in return. She would look for reputation, popularity, or money. To keep them around, she did whatever they would ask her to. She would give them money, drugs, and parts of herself that she didn't really want to let them have. But she felt as though she had to have them around, even though she knew they would just leave her for some other bottle-blonde who was about as deep as an empty baby pool. They hurt her again and again, but she didn't care. She felt like they were what she needed to be whole again.
Taking a deep breath, she went beneath the surface again as she reached the other side, doing another smooth twist and starting lap three.
Soon, the things she was giving her men found their way into her pockets. The drugs, the alcohol... it had torn her to pieces. That is, until she became used to it. At her private school, drugs had been as easy to get as playing hooky in the back of some jock's Porsche. Anything from crack to heroine, and anything else in between. It was the alcohol that really did her in. She was borderline alcoholic by the time her last foster family was sick of her. Figures. They were so close minded. So she had taken to living off what the streets would give to her, using any method she could to get what she needed. Withdrawal had been a bitch, but she was still alive. Though just barely.
A few more laps had passed without her mind even registering she was still swimming. That was how it got sometimes. Therapeutic... it was wonderful.
But where was she now? Who would she be able to reach for here? She couldn't stand on her own two feet, or four paws... what would she do in this strange place? Sure, she had Rae now, but there was still something else she needed. Closure? Not likely... but there was something missing in her. A spark. Real life.
†Let's talk about you:†
Name: Just call me Sammy or Az.
Other Characters: None!
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