Post by andarial on Jul 12, 2010 23:13:55 GMT -5
AndarialFaithFeatherstone
“Angry, intelligent, crazy. ”
• • ON A STORMY SEA OF MOVING EMOTION,
general information
FULL NAME:Andarial Featherstone
NICKNAME: Andee
AGE: 25
SPECIES: Shape shifter
GENDER: Female
ORIENTATION: Bi-sexual
OCCUPATION: Hunter
• • TOSSED ABOUT I’M LIKE A SHIP ON THE OCEAN,
physical narrative
FACE CLAIM: AJ Stewart
SKIN: Pale and smooth, like ivory.
EYES: Emerald green.
HAIR: Pitch black and soft to the touch, cut short so it falls to just the hollows of her cheeks.
HEIGHT: 5'11"
BODY TYPE: Thin and almost boyish.
• • I SET A COURSE FOR WINDS OF FORTUNE,
character behavior
LIKES: Flirting, men, women, cigarette smoke (in certain circumstances), fighting, reading, her violin, one night stands, naps
DISLIKES: long relationships( doesn't mean she won't have them though), alcohol, drugs, chocolate, her sleep being interrupted, losing fights, being shot down, the hunger
STRENGTHS: Intelligence, Fighting, Flirting Abilities, Beauty, Speed, Agility
WEAKNESSES:Temper, Mood swings, Anxiety, Paranoia, Strength
FEARS: Everyone saying bad things about her, Falling in love, Giving into the Hunger forever, Killing someone just for the joy of doing it, The destruction of her kind
POWERS & ABILITIES: if applicable
• • BUT I HEAR THE VOICES SAY,
personal record
FAMILY:Mother- Teresa (deceased)
Father- Henry (deceased)
HISTORY: Andee's mother was killed in child birthing. So it was up to her father to care for her. Now at first her father had no desire to care for her. He placed blame upon the infant Andarial for the death of her mother. But he was not a killer and instead raised her to be his daughter.
Soon though something terrible happened to her at the age of ten. Her father saw Andee's mother in his child and soon began to molest her. This continued for three years. Quite a long time. That is until one day when Andee was in the library she came across a book of witchcraft. IT was in this book she found the ability to shape shift.
She read that she could make herself change shape if she cursed herself. She moved quickly, checking out the book and slipping it into her backpack. She ran home and that night after her father was done with her, Andee slipped out of his arms and cursed her very soul.
Suddenly she was changing and with a an excruciating rip of skin and crunch of bone she was a jaguar. Her father woke at her groans of pain and saw before him a fully grown jaguar. HE let out a yell and turned to run but before he could Andee was upon him crushing his skull in her jaws.
And with that night Andee was a fully fledged shape shifter. She found her salvation in her jaguar form and often retreated to it when things grew to harsh for her. It was when she was being hunted when she transformed back into a young woman of eighteen and suddenly turned to see a man hovering over her, leveling a rifle at her chest.
She told him to wait and asked if he would teach her how to hunt like him. Now this man wasn't stupid, he knew how helpful a shape shifter would be. So he said yes and he turned to leave with her trailing behind. She wanted to learn to control her Hunger and hunt down the supernatural instead of the humans. So she did just that, putting her abilities to use.
• • CARRY ON MY WAYWARD SON,
the face behind the mask
ALIAS:Andee
OTHER ACCOUNTS:None
HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN ROLE PLAYING: 6 years
WHERE DID YOU FIND US: Proboards Support
ROLE PLAY SAMPLE:She hated the cellar. So why was she hear? No one forced Andarial Featherstone to do something she didn't want to do. She was one of her own mind. Well in some way. She did have another being living there. But Andee did not do something she did not want to do. Unless the elements forced her. Yes, the sun was so hot today that Andee was practically dying. She swore she had a sunburn already from just being outside for fifteen minutes, but it wasn't even Summer yet and still it felt like it. So she was seeking solace from the unforgiving setting sun in the coolest place she knew of. The dreaded cellar.
Her fingers brushed against her slightly damp, gray tank top that hugged her every curve. Upon her lower half was a pair of black shorts, bad choice, that barely passed her mid-thigh. She sighed, glistening softly with sweat she lifted open the door and entered the cool dark room. She left the wooden panel open and entered cautiously, feeling the hair on the back of her neck prickle. Kitten sneered at her, calling her a baby. She ignored her and started down the stairs, frowning at the dark, solid looking shape at the bottom.
Waiting for her eyes to adjust to the darkness she realized it was a boy, no a man. A slow and easy smirk curved her lips. She walked down and toward him, a slow saunter in her hips. The smell of cigarette smoke filled the air. Now Andee didn't smoke mind you, but for some reason she found it extremely attractive though she knew how stupid it was. She couldn't she his face, so she merely waited for him to turn around, she hadn't tried being quite though it was awful hard for her to be loud. She was just loud enough to be heard.
She wasn't worried about him noticing her. She knew he would eventually. She wasn't the kind to try and talk first to a man. First she would see if they were interested in her. She was always interested in them.
He was tall from what she could see and well built. All good things, things that she often looked for in a potential mate, but now she was getting ahead of herself now wasn't she. He would probably just be another man she would flirt with and then toss away like an old toy.
(Andee on another site)
