Post by sin on Jun 8, 2009 18:28:39 GMT -7
CAIRO - AVAMIRA - JONES
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CAI
[/b][/font][/size][/font][/center]†GENERAL INFORMATION†
Full Name: Cairo Avamira La'urvere Jones.
Nicknames: Cai - Row - Avvie.
Gender: Female
Age: 61
Age they appear: 17 (ish)
Race: Ware-Wolf
Orentation: Bi-Sexual
Health Problems: None that she knows of.
†personality†
Basic Personality:
Likes:
† Blood.
† Boys (mainly).
† Fighting.
† Friends.
† Other Ware-wolves.
† Partying.
Hates:
† Vampires (sadly).
† Traitors
† Liars
† Whimps
† Pleople that act stupid.
† Huamns (most of them).
Talents:
† Piano.
† Art works.
† Fashion (scene - gothic lolita).
† Cooking.
† Being Suductive.
Habits:
† Popping Nuckles
† Only sometimes nail biting.
† Playing with her Hair.
† Blasting her music.
† Being Random.
†appearance:†
Skin Color: White // Pale white.
Hair Color: Blonde.
Eye Color: Bright Blue.
Build: Skinny // lean.
Piercing/Scars/Tattoos:
PIERCINGS; both hips , lip (on the right) , ears.
SCARS; none yet.
TATTOOS; a black star on the small of her back (her crack)
Choice of Clothing: scene // gothic lolita // high fashion.
Wolf Appearance:
Shimmering yellow-green hues; her hues filled with nothing but utter enjoy, and glee. Unusual for a Fae, long eyes lashes surround her rounded hues that shimmer with a certain moist quality. The lashes hold firm, as the gracefully peel up wards with their thin fluid like pattern, repeating ones self until the end of the Fae's hue. Scents picked up but the small sleek black nose at the end of Emilia's long sleek maw, light in the dark and bright in the light; blissful in every aspect. Each and every sliver of her pelt on her maw is smooth and silky to the touch; the mix of her maw and the hues that sit up not to far away from its very tip; she gleams like a polished gemstone.
Euphoric harks; the vocals of an angel; graceful, light, sleek, as calming as a soft whispered lullaby with an angels harks. Fangs that protrude from her Fae's thin smooth black upper lip a sweet honey cover ivory. A long sleek pink ribbon inside her jaw; graceful as it laps up water from a nearby stream; euphoric as it cleanses the blood of it's prey of her limbs. Immense in this scent; sweet honey like even, slippery and encased in her own DNA packed saliva. Death in every aspect; every curve, including the silvery goddessa like pelt, with its gleam in the sun, she stuck out; like a silver thumb.
Thin, small, sharp, her audits graceful as the protrude out of her head; soft to the touch just as her entire pelt is. Little hairs stick out of the deep pink hole that allows the Fae to hear things some can't and things that most can. Long pillars thin with grace as well as filled with strength, mer muscles are harder than the bone its self. Long wisps of pelt hang loosely from the flesh on the outside of the hard rock like structure. The pads on all fours thicker than the thickest leather, as smooths as the top layer of water, Long black nails slide out of the open depths inside the paw, sharp and deadly; but easy enough to scratch herself with if needed. Pillars taller than any Fae inside any pack of the living or deceased, her pillars lengths more than half the males. Her thin sleek bodice curved with her bones; just enough fat to barely let her ribs and bones peek through the flesh that covered her insides like the shell to the egg. Grace flows through the veins of a queen; it shimmers and radiates out of the thick fluff she calls her pelt. But all together she is more graceful than a gazelle.
Other: none [:
†history:†
History:
BIRTH; Cairo was born in a small village in the middle of no where; and even the villagers didn't think the place would last long enough to be given a name, but Cai didn't mind at all, she was too busy being nursed to live, too busy eating, playing and watching the other roam around. Her family and her group/village of warewolves were used to being ambushed but she didn't really know about the ambushes assuming she was an infant. Even though they had their hard times her brother Josh still teased and played with her.
GROWING; up she was popular and pretty, she was wild and spontanious. she was the sine in her mother's and father's lives but she was almost the downfall. She was often times too powerful, to energised. Almost always looking for a fight, always messing around. But no one knew how serious she actually took things, they all thought she was just growing up and being spoiled and silly, but they were so wrong. Cairo was the smartest always finding spare time to read or to study. School was fun, she had so many friends and was popular still, even through her parents willed it not to work out that way.
THEY; were found out, someone had figured out she wasn't human and they tried to tell someone, but no one blieved them all because the all had loved her so much; Cairo kept going to school, she kept willing the situation to stop. But the one day that person didn't come to school she knew something was up. She left school early letting the teachers watch with mouths a-gape. She got home, looking at the black door on broken hinges, seeing the blood on the carpets, the signs of a struggle. With her bright blue hues whide she looked through the house figing the pulling veer of anger, fighting the feeling of missing love. But when she made it to her room she found her mother and her brother decapated and hung from their feet. That was the only second day she had remembered crying so hard; but only 3 days later she noticed that her dad was no where to be seen.
CAIRO; called the cops and ran away, finding her way to the city, but being exactly the age of 17 she had a hard time trying to find a place willing to sell her a home, a place to be sheltered from. She grew older and moved around from city to city living in the shadows never pulling her shine out too much, afraid to have it all happen once more. But eventually she fogot her mother's, father's, and brother's faces and went on, fighing, living, shining. She didn't care as long as she wasn't too close to someone for too long; and now is has been about 51 hard years, but years that she, none the less would not take for granted.
Mother/Father:
MOTHER | La'urvere Marie Jones - 178/23 - dead.
FATHER | Mongroue Jospeh Jones - 190/28 - ? .
Siblings:
BROTHER | Josh Micheals Mongroue Jones - 70/17 - dead.
Offspring: None.
Other: None [:
†RP example:†
X ; the wind roared and the skies screamed all while the earth shook and trembled underneath its massive impact. Shik's crazed hues glittered as he saw the black femora in the distance, he could see her eyes shape and her every movement. "She too knows the distaste of mental rejection..." a voice whispered into his mind like a searing heat upon the earth, but he didn't cringe. His smile merely widened. He wasn't schizophrenic but he was psychotic and mentally delusional. Something from his past caused the brute to loose everything he held onto during a thunderstorm that threatened almost everything and everyone as it tried to eat the world whole.
X ; Shik's long black pelt whipped around in the storm as the rain started to pick up and dampen his everything; covering it in a transparent layer of hate that clouded thoughts more than ailments clouded the option of decision making. The calm before the storm is what makes the storm so serene, so elegant, so lethal. The dark crazed glint of his charcoal sulfur colored hues glinted darkly, evilly, madly; it was almost as if he was a shadow of the grace he was before. Like his mind was being roasted inside his own personal hell. But the skies surrounding the brute, helped to calm the inferno. Deep hues caught glimpses of the eves, the moist ground, large bight strips of lightning. Shik's large graceful and lean frame moved silently, slowly; as if he was moving in for the kill. But he wasn't. He just wanted to chat, he just wanted to talk, just to tell her the story of the world. The story of the storm. He just wanted to talk, but his mind wanted to take them to hell, and drag them back by the limbs of their dead carcasses. "You know you want tooooo..." the voice of the world whispered about the forest, making Shik's hues snap from one area to the next like a paranoid idiot.
X ; He could feel the large droplets of water cascade off his pelt, and onto the hard barren land. He could see the slur of wind, water, and ice drop down extravagantly from the skies as if the heavens were trying to kill them all. As if they would be destroyed. That thought made him smile. His smile was deep, sardonic, and twisted, crooked almost. The brutes pads moved slowly, and quietly. He chuckled darkly at the sight of the femme, as if she was a toy in a pile of hay, or a razor in the middle of the flower, either a savior or a victim. His smile grew to the point that it hurt, but he couldn't let it fall off his facade. Almost as if it was stitched to stay that way for an eternity. But now Shik's hues bore into the surrounding areas searching for the voice that compelled him into the darkness, the voice that pushed him to fall. But he couldn't find anything but more death; more entertainment. He could see the damp color of the deep black-ember that tinted her pelt, and he looked at her hues, the deep but bright purple and the pure white hue that glinted deeply in the rain. But as he walked closer, he could feel the earth tremble, and then watched the skies as the heavens pulled them asunder. The scene was all to creepy, the black brute walking upon the femme, in the middle of the woods, in the middle of a death storm. What did she see him as?
X ; He was leaving the same way he came in, looking forward but never back wards. Looking to wards the darkness that compels the lost. It made him smile just seeing the haunted look in the femora's hues, just seeing that sickening glint within her hues made him laugh. Shik's laugh was deep and harmonic but also demonic, he was no brute of the light, none at all. His smile was crooked and pulled back, his fangs hung gracefully and darkly from his jowls, and his hues looked her up and down tauntingly. There was no where for her to go, where he couldn't catch her. He knew these lands; but he also knew that she wasn't alone. Shik's audits twitched as the water droplets fell from the heavens, his hues blinked only rarely. But his maw pulled back tauntingly and opened; only to talk, only to chat. "Hello my lamb, do you want to hear a story?" He asked, his voice deep and graceful as it floated to her soft black water laced audits; that heard more than meets the eye. This was all a trick of the mind, all a story. Life was imagined, created by the gods for entertainment. By Bane; out of boredom. Shik chuckled and looked at her through glittering hues, his crown cocked to the side like an arrogant bastard.
†Let's talk about you:†
Name: SINNY [:
Other Characters: none at all (yet...)
Spell check seriously wasn't working for me, and my mom's laptop doesn't have microsoft word... ]: I'm sorry.
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