Post by aria on Jul 21, 2009 14:05:18 GMT -7
†Aria-Isabelle-Black†
†Izzy, Belle†
[/center]†General Information†
Full Name: Aria Isabelle Black
Nicknames: Izzy or Belle
Gender: Female
Age: 78
Age they appear: 20
Race: Werewolf
Orentation: Heterosexual
Health Problems: None
†Personality†
Basic Personality: Aria is a kind and gentle person by nature, but one threat towards her pack, or any of her loved ones and she'll phase into her wolf form in less than a heartbeat and fight until her very last breath. Aria isn't a type of person who trusts easily, nor can you earn it very easily. You have to do something that she finds noble in her eyes to earn her love, trust, and loyalty. She doesn't give up a fight easily, whether physically or verbally. She has a very kind heart, but she's not a pushover. When you get her angry her tongue is just like getting bit or clawed by her own teeth or talons, she's not the type to hold back what she's feeling, and will let everything off her chest the instant you get her mad. She doesn't talk about people behind their backs, if she has a problem with you, she will tell it to you in your face. She will follow her leader or anyone with a higher rank in her pack without question usually, but if she sees something wrong, she's not afraid at all to speak up and speak her mind to them or any other person no matter how many times her mouth may get her in trouble. She also has a very tender spot for children, no matter what species they may be from. All in all, Aria is a gentle and kind person, but not one to be messed with.
Likes:
† Reading, especially romance novels
† Playing video games
† Running (in both her human and wolf form)
† Animals
† Spending time with friends
Hates:
† Spiders
† Tomatoes
† When people wake her up while she's sleeping (Thats a time for everyone within the area to run and hide, becuase their lives would depend on it)
† When people volunteer her for tasks without her having a say in it
† When people touch her things without her permission
Talents:
† Speed
† Stealth
† Drawing
† Thinks quickly on her feet
† Dancing
Habits:
† Singing
† Chews gum when she's anxious
† Sleeping in
† biting her nails, but she doesn't do it often
† Runs her hand through her hair when nervous
†Appearance:†
Skin Color: Light chocolate brown
Hair Color: Black with red streaks (and the red isn't dyed, it's natural and it cannot be distinguished unless directly beneath the sun in which case it will appear more as a hint of red rather than the color, kind of like a very few red hair between the black ones.)
Eye Color: Ice blue
Build: Athletic, slim, short
Piercing/Scars/Tattoos: Ear piercings
Choice of Clothing: Just about anything but country clothes, and will only where formal clothes at formal events
Wolf Appearance: Aria's wolf is all black with light gray at the tip of her paws and tail. She also has ice blue eyes. Just like her human form, the red isn't really visible unless she's in the sun.
Other: Aria is 5 ft. 3, and weighs about 119 lbs. She has what guys would say is a 'rockin bod', she has curves in all the right places and her breasts aren't too big or too small, they're just the right size. And she has waist length long hair. And her hair isn't really visible unless she's in the sun.
†History:†
History: Aria is a true born were, but she has no idea of who her family is. When she was born, she got seperated from her family during a gang raid. They kidnapped her, tied her up in a bag, and took her all the way on the other side of London and left her in the streets to die. But now 24 hours later, a human couple found her and took her in. You would think that since she got found, her life would turn for the better right? Well, thats where your wrong, for as soon as Aria could walk, she became their slave in ever sense of the word. She would always being to tasks that she wouldn't want to do. She would be sexually abused by her so called 'father', and doing all of the household tasks for her 'mother'. And if she took too long to do anything, or didn't do anything right, she would get hit or burned, or any other thing that would cause her physical harm. She was abused for ten years, until one day help came. A pack of Were's came in and slaughtered the people who abused her. It turns out an unknown source found out about the abuse that she was going through and snitched. Aria then when from foster home to foster home until she finally became old enough to live on her own. But to this day, it's still unknown to her of who her real family is.
Mother/Father: Unknown
Siblings: Unknown
Offspring: None
Other: Even though she was sexually abused, she still has her virginity, she was only supposed to bring her 'father' pleasure, he didn't touch her in any kind of way.
†RP example:†
I run down the streets of London, trying to enjoy my afternoon jog. Even though it appeared that I was ok on the outside, on the inside my thoughts were in chaos. Who is my real family? Where did I come from? It's pretty ovious that I'm a Were, I've known that since I was rescued, but that still doesn't help me know who my family is. My thoughts then took an adrupt turn to my more darker years, the years of my abuse. The pain and stress was becoming too much for me, so I quickly found an empty alleyway and stripped. I took off my running shorts and t-shirt, and I especially made sure to take out my ear rings. Next were my shoes, and then finally my hair tie. Without even a second thought, I began to phase. It doesn't hurt anymore like it did the very first time, it was reduced to a dull ache now. I dropped unto all fours as my hands turned into paws. I felt my tail sprout out to replace my tail bone. Then, as my ears went to the top of my head, my senses heightened, my hearing was sharper, along with my sense of smell, and sight. I shot off as soon as I was transformed, running at faster speeds that I could never reach in my human form. Phasing always made me feel better, I guess it was the sense of freedom and carelessness that I had that made it feel so great. The thoughts of my family and darker past got pushed in the back of my mind as I enjoyed the exhilaration that came with running as a wolf. The wind was roaring in my ears, and the only sound I made as I ran was the small clicking of my claws. I narrowed my eyes slightly to prevent them from drying out. My mouth opened to take in more oxygen, and my tongue lolled out to the side to better taste the London air. One day, I would hopefully run alongside my family like this.
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