Post by Administrator on Sept 12, 2010 18:18:27 GMT -4
Your name: Kennedy or Ken is fine
Character's Name: Kennedy Noelle Evans
Gender: Female
Age: 16
Category: Werewolf
Character History:
Marcus Evans, was her father. He used to live in quilette, when he was a child. He was on of the unfortunate generations to not be given the gene of shifting. He had an okay childhood, but wasn't exactly memerable. He only moved away eighteen years ago, with wife who he met while attending the university of washington. After they couple graduated from college they moved to Oklahoma, where Lisa johnson (her mother) has lived her whole life. Completely in love they were married soon after returning to her home town, and inheriting her family's farm. While Honeymooning her mother, got pregnant with her. They overjoyed that they were having a child and loved kennedy from day one. She gerw up a happy little southern belle. They lived on a organic dairy farm, with chickens, cows, goats, and alpaca. Just a happy little family. One night changed everything though. It was her birthday. Sept 13th. She was finally sixteen, and had everything she could have asked for hand me down car (a yellow jeep) and her parents entrusted her with a credit card. She was out partying with freiends, and had come home late to find their front door knocked down. Running through the opening she found a scene she would never forget. She found the criminal, a new born vampire, hovering over the lifeless body of her parents, his teeth were forced into her fathers neck blood was scattered in droplet everywhere. That's when somethign shifted inside Kennedy. With a rage she couldn't control, she screamed in pain as her skin smooth skin disapeared she was then covered in fur as her lean muscles slowly stretched and lenghtened, as did her petite bone structure. Her burned but before she knew it the pain was gone. She knew what she had become, and acting completely out of rage mixed with instinct she lashed out at the cold one. Ripping him to shreds. When all was said and done, she woke up naked being taken to the hospital screaming took all the blows that came. her parents were dead and they were either going to send her to boarding school or levae her to make her own decitions, the cops blamed the murder on a rapist which explained why she was naked. Her father had fought him off her they had said, which was why his body was ripped to pieces but in a last attempt he was able to killed both Lisa and Marcus. She didn't stay at the hospital after that she got up and ran as soon as she was allowed. She ran and ran and ran, she only thought about the truth. That was a cold one from the legions her father used to know. She was a shifter. She needed to get to La Push. So she drove in her yellow jeep her to find help.
Character Appearance:
Kennedy is a very pretty girl. She is a petite 5'6" which is small especially for a werewolf, but she fast, and agile. She is also quite thin, thanks to year of labor on her farm. She has long curly/wavey chocolate brown hair. She no stranger to hair dye though, and everyonce in a while you might she her with a blonde streak or two. Her eyes are a brilliant shade of ____. She loves her eyes, because she feels there very expressive. If you ask her this is her only truely nice feature. She does like eyeliner, not big raccon eyes but a nice amout along with mascara. Other then that she really doesnt wear make up. She has a laid back attitude about clothing, but is crazy about shopping as much as the next girl. She had a unique style because you can't really catagorize her. She'll wear anything she find cute.
Strengths/Weaknesses:
+speaks her mind
+intelligant
+down to earth
-short
-is emotional unstable
-cutter
-new wolf
-scared of thunder
Personality: Kennedy has is a country girl with big city dreams. She really wants to go into music. She can play almost anything due to taking lessons in music from a young age. Piano, Guitar, Vocals, Saxaphone you name it she played it. Kennedy has always been ... sarcastic. She really is a sweet girl but it is a self defensie meckinisiom she uses. She can be a bitch at times, but that becasue she speaks her mind, and the truth. She won't lie, or try and make it seem like it gunna be okay when its not especiallay if its someone who she feels sorry for. IN all honesty though she is pretty caring. She's the kind of girl who is afraid to cry in pubic, and hates everything about herself. Ken really doesn't want to be a wold, and she needs help. She can be a good listener, and really helpful. But she really needs to get some help herself. She has been cutting. Its a theroputic thing, or at least how it started out. She'd pick at her skin when she got upset until she bleed, but now shes graduated to bigger problems along with deeper cuts from sharper objects. A small razor is always in her purse, she really needs help before it gets to bad.
How is your character related to the story? She's a new werewolf to la push. She is knew to this world of myth and folk lore, but is trying to find her place in it.
Sample of your RP-ing skills:
(its a harry potter post. sorry if thats bad but yep its a sample)
Clutching her face she ran upstairs, her father close behind. Tears streaming down her fair complextion, she knew it was going to be bad, and she had anticipated everthing. She nevthought her father would have hit her like that in front of her mother. The stairs seemed to go on endlessly untill she reached her floor, their house was quite big and seemed to many to be a mansion, but those where people who hadn’t seen the inside. Mansion was an understatement. Her father was the kind of man who spared no expense and gave both of his daughters a room that could be called the master sweet until you saw his own room. The petite blonde bolted thorugh the double doors to the sanctuary of her bedroom. Heavy footsteps reached the door seconds later. ‘Lock!’ She knew without even having to look, what had just happened. The tall blonde man, had raised his fancy black wand, with the silver serpent winding its way around it and given the door instructions to not open untill he said. This was likely to not be for the next twenty four hours. It was clear to her that it might even be longer considering that he his fist hit the door and she heard his angry footsteps walk off. Pushing the tears from her face she went straight to the mirror. There it was, a red mark that held the shape of his hand. The brilliant red pink seemed to be glowing against her pale complexion. Silently, she started pulling things together as she reminisced at what just happened. She stood infront of him in the family room. It was only called a family room because of the fact that it had the biggest tele. It was ridiculous, this whole house was ridiculous. Why did they need so many rooms filled with furniture that was there for looking and probably had never even been sat on before. He was sitting in a rather kingly, almost gothic style lazy boy type chair. Her mum had just walked in, and was curling up on a fainting couch, with a daily prophet. Who knows where her sister was. Taking a step closer, to him she took a deep breath letting the cool air that fell from the vents go deep into her lungs. Then her plan began. “Father I need to talk to you.” He glanced up at her from the letter he was reading. By the look of it it seemed to be from Mr. Avery. With a look of annoyance he said “What is it?” The words ran from my mouth the way id practiced then, a little angrily and disrespectful. “Im sick of this damned house. Do you know I arely have a month left of summer holiday and it doesn’t seem fair that im forced to stay here and only guest that you approve are allowed near me. You cant control me. I’d rather be a Gryffindor then let you -“but she never got to finish that sentence. Her father seemed to fly out of her chair and his hand met her face. The sound of flesh hitting soft flesh made her quake a little, as the pain rang through her. Before she knew it her father had thrown her to the side of the room, her shoulder raming into the wall. A small gasp escaped her mouth, and her eyes weld up and his voice boomed. “You ungrateful git of a girl, Never say that, do you hear me? I’ll have you thrown into the streets and murdered before I let you become a Gryffindor.” She had never excepted his reaction to be that horrifying. Especially not with her mother right there, that when she looked at her mum. She sat wide eyed for only a momen comepletly in shock. When her mum saw her daughter look at her with tears in her eyes, she became stern no longer to face of a motherly angel like she used to be. She was siding with Tegan’s father. Drawing in a breath, Te sprang to her feet. Running for her room before her father could catch her. A small, yet annoying alarm started going off. She realized that her personal heroine, Freya, was going to be here any minute. Throwing open her closet doors she pulled a messenger bad from off a hanger. Makeup and toiletries were all that was left to pack. She had this planned for a week now. Silently and swifty, she slide makeup off the vanity letting it fall into her bag, it not making a sound as it landed on the cloth that fit perfectly thanks to a space enhancing charm. Throwing the bag on her queen sized bed, she ran into her bathroom, pulling her favorite broom out of the empty bath. Going back to her room, she sat on the bed which in her opinion held far to many pillows. Her room, thankfully did not match the rest of the house entirely. The walls were a collage of posters, and such pictures of friends that had been charmed so that only she could see their faces, her father , or mother would see other pictures of just tegan. Studying and laughing with her slytherin ’friends’. She flung herself on her bed. Her floral dress flailing itself in all directions. Sighing to herself, she only seconds later got up. The pain in her shoulder was growing. Sliding off her jacket she saw the bruises forming on her oh so fair skin. Rolling her eyes she could still clearly see the mark. Gently touching the inflamed area she winced, how could a father cause his own daughter, his flesh and blood so much pain. It wouldn’t be the first time he had laid his hands on youngest daughter. She had been such a disappointment, she had told him that she hadn’t wanted her house’s sign to be a snake, about how she found them scarey. She may have even mentioned the fact that lions were far cooler. The memory was interrupted with three little taps. Turning abruptly to the bay window, she pulled her jacket back on and with the slightest thud of her high tops walked over to the window to allow the firey red hair to enter her room.
Character's Name: Kennedy Noelle Evans
Gender: Female
Age: 16
Category: Werewolf
Character History:
Marcus Evans, was her father. He used to live in quilette, when he was a child. He was on of the unfortunate generations to not be given the gene of shifting. He had an okay childhood, but wasn't exactly memerable. He only moved away eighteen years ago, with wife who he met while attending the university of washington. After they couple graduated from college they moved to Oklahoma, where Lisa johnson (her mother) has lived her whole life. Completely in love they were married soon after returning to her home town, and inheriting her family's farm. While Honeymooning her mother, got pregnant with her. They overjoyed that they were having a child and loved kennedy from day one. She gerw up a happy little southern belle. They lived on a organic dairy farm, with chickens, cows, goats, and alpaca. Just a happy little family. One night changed everything though. It was her birthday. Sept 13th. She was finally sixteen, and had everything she could have asked for hand me down car (a yellow jeep) and her parents entrusted her with a credit card. She was out partying with freiends, and had come home late to find their front door knocked down. Running through the opening she found a scene she would never forget. She found the criminal, a new born vampire, hovering over the lifeless body of her parents, his teeth were forced into her fathers neck blood was scattered in droplet everywhere. That's when somethign shifted inside Kennedy. With a rage she couldn't control, she screamed in pain as her skin smooth skin disapeared she was then covered in fur as her lean muscles slowly stretched and lenghtened, as did her petite bone structure. Her burned but before she knew it the pain was gone. She knew what she had become, and acting completely out of rage mixed with instinct she lashed out at the cold one. Ripping him to shreds. When all was said and done, she woke up naked being taken to the hospital screaming took all the blows that came. her parents were dead and they were either going to send her to boarding school or levae her to make her own decitions, the cops blamed the murder on a rapist which explained why she was naked. Her father had fought him off her they had said, which was why his body was ripped to pieces but in a last attempt he was able to killed both Lisa and Marcus. She didn't stay at the hospital after that she got up and ran as soon as she was allowed. She ran and ran and ran, she only thought about the truth. That was a cold one from the legions her father used to know. She was a shifter. She needed to get to La Push. So she drove in her yellow jeep her to find help.
Character Appearance:
Kennedy is a very pretty girl. She is a petite 5'6" which is small especially for a werewolf, but she fast, and agile. She is also quite thin, thanks to year of labor on her farm. She has long curly/wavey chocolate brown hair. She no stranger to hair dye though, and everyonce in a while you might she her with a blonde streak or two. Her eyes are a brilliant shade of ____. She loves her eyes, because she feels there very expressive. If you ask her this is her only truely nice feature. She does like eyeliner, not big raccon eyes but a nice amout along with mascara. Other then that she really doesnt wear make up. She has a laid back attitude about clothing, but is crazy about shopping as much as the next girl. She had a unique style because you can't really catagorize her. She'll wear anything she find cute.
Strengths/Weaknesses:
+speaks her mind
+intelligant
+down to earth
-short
-is emotional unstable
-cutter
-new wolf
-scared of thunder
Personality: Kennedy has is a country girl with big city dreams. She really wants to go into music. She can play almost anything due to taking lessons in music from a young age. Piano, Guitar, Vocals, Saxaphone you name it she played it. Kennedy has always been ... sarcastic. She really is a sweet girl but it is a self defensie meckinisiom she uses. She can be a bitch at times, but that becasue she speaks her mind, and the truth. She won't lie, or try and make it seem like it gunna be okay when its not especiallay if its someone who she feels sorry for. IN all honesty though she is pretty caring. She's the kind of girl who is afraid to cry in pubic, and hates everything about herself. Ken really doesn't want to be a wold, and she needs help. She can be a good listener, and really helpful. But she really needs to get some help herself. She has been cutting. Its a theroputic thing, or at least how it started out. She'd pick at her skin when she got upset until she bleed, but now shes graduated to bigger problems along with deeper cuts from sharper objects. A small razor is always in her purse, she really needs help before it gets to bad.
How is your character related to the story? She's a new werewolf to la push. She is knew to this world of myth and folk lore, but is trying to find her place in it.
Sample of your RP-ing skills:
(its a harry potter post. sorry if thats bad but yep its a sample)
Clutching her face she ran upstairs, her father close behind. Tears streaming down her fair complextion, she knew it was going to be bad, and she had anticipated everthing. She nevthought her father would have hit her like that in front of her mother. The stairs seemed to go on endlessly untill she reached her floor, their house was quite big and seemed to many to be a mansion, but those where people who hadn’t seen the inside. Mansion was an understatement. Her father was the kind of man who spared no expense and gave both of his daughters a room that could be called the master sweet until you saw his own room. The petite blonde bolted thorugh the double doors to the sanctuary of her bedroom. Heavy footsteps reached the door seconds later. ‘Lock!’ She knew without even having to look, what had just happened. The tall blonde man, had raised his fancy black wand, with the silver serpent winding its way around it and given the door instructions to not open untill he said. This was likely to not be for the next twenty four hours. It was clear to her that it might even be longer considering that he his fist hit the door and she heard his angry footsteps walk off. Pushing the tears from her face she went straight to the mirror. There it was, a red mark that held the shape of his hand. The brilliant red pink seemed to be glowing against her pale complexion. Silently, she started pulling things together as she reminisced at what just happened. She stood infront of him in the family room. It was only called a family room because of the fact that it had the biggest tele. It was ridiculous, this whole house was ridiculous. Why did they need so many rooms filled with furniture that was there for looking and probably had never even been sat on before. He was sitting in a rather kingly, almost gothic style lazy boy type chair. Her mum had just walked in, and was curling up on a fainting couch, with a daily prophet. Who knows where her sister was. Taking a step closer, to him she took a deep breath letting the cool air that fell from the vents go deep into her lungs. Then her plan began. “Father I need to talk to you.” He glanced up at her from the letter he was reading. By the look of it it seemed to be from Mr. Avery. With a look of annoyance he said “What is it?” The words ran from my mouth the way id practiced then, a little angrily and disrespectful. “Im sick of this damned house. Do you know I arely have a month left of summer holiday and it doesn’t seem fair that im forced to stay here and only guest that you approve are allowed near me. You cant control me. I’d rather be a Gryffindor then let you -“but she never got to finish that sentence. Her father seemed to fly out of her chair and his hand met her face. The sound of flesh hitting soft flesh made her quake a little, as the pain rang through her. Before she knew it her father had thrown her to the side of the room, her shoulder raming into the wall. A small gasp escaped her mouth, and her eyes weld up and his voice boomed. “You ungrateful git of a girl, Never say that, do you hear me? I’ll have you thrown into the streets and murdered before I let you become a Gryffindor.” She had never excepted his reaction to be that horrifying. Especially not with her mother right there, that when she looked at her mum. She sat wide eyed for only a momen comepletly in shock. When her mum saw her daughter look at her with tears in her eyes, she became stern no longer to face of a motherly angel like she used to be. She was siding with Tegan’s father. Drawing in a breath, Te sprang to her feet. Running for her room before her father could catch her. A small, yet annoying alarm started going off. She realized that her personal heroine, Freya, was going to be here any minute. Throwing open her closet doors she pulled a messenger bad from off a hanger. Makeup and toiletries were all that was left to pack. She had this planned for a week now. Silently and swifty, she slide makeup off the vanity letting it fall into her bag, it not making a sound as it landed on the cloth that fit perfectly thanks to a space enhancing charm. Throwing the bag on her queen sized bed, she ran into her bathroom, pulling her favorite broom out of the empty bath. Going back to her room, she sat on the bed which in her opinion held far to many pillows. Her room, thankfully did not match the rest of the house entirely. The walls were a collage of posters, and such pictures of friends that had been charmed so that only she could see their faces, her father , or mother would see other pictures of just tegan. Studying and laughing with her slytherin ’friends’. She flung herself on her bed. Her floral dress flailing itself in all directions. Sighing to herself, she only seconds later got up. The pain in her shoulder was growing. Sliding off her jacket she saw the bruises forming on her oh so fair skin. Rolling her eyes she could still clearly see the mark. Gently touching the inflamed area she winced, how could a father cause his own daughter, his flesh and blood so much pain. It wouldn’t be the first time he had laid his hands on youngest daughter. She had been such a disappointment, she had told him that she hadn’t wanted her house’s sign to be a snake, about how she found them scarey. She may have even mentioned the fact that lions were far cooler. The memory was interrupted with three little taps. Turning abruptly to the bay window, she pulled her jacket back on and with the slightest thud of her high tops walked over to the window to allow the firey red hair to enter her room.
