Post by Summer Morgan on Aug 2, 2009 15:07:42 GMT -5
Name: Summer Morgan
Age: 26
Member Group:(if you choose human, please say what kind of human...or a shifter, what kind of shifter, etc.) Werewolf
Character History: Summer was born and raised in a small town in Alberta, Canada. Her father was not in the picture, having left Summer's mother Alice when she discovered her pregnancy. The beginnings of her life were fairly normal, though Summer and her mother suffered there fair share of hardships. But nothing neither couldn't manage. Even though her upbringing was pleasant, Summer always felt a sense of being different. Not like her friends and family. It wasn't until a few months after Summer's 12th birthday that she would realise just how different she was. Leading up to the full moon she grew more and more distant. Her attitude and temper were reaching boiling point. Picking fights and bunking off school to go hide out in the woods near her home.
The night that was to change young Summer's life forever arrived. A massive row with her mother over her attendance and grades peaked, Summer stormed out of the house and ran as fast as her legs could carry her. Her skin on fire, pulse racing and beating out of her chest. She kept on running, deeper and farther into the woods than she'd ever ventured. The sky was darkening and the moon was rising up past the horizon. It was that night her very first transformation occured. A painful, violent change revealing her true nature. That of the Were.
Over the years Summer learned to control her Were nature, to the point of changing at will. Taking the form of a larger than average Timberwolf. Summer's personality blossomed at the end of her teen years after many years of struggling to cope with what she was. Now a confident and vivacious young woman who no longer wished to live in the confines of her small town. Wished to see what was out there, explore the country. Travel wherever she wished and answer to no-one but herself.
Packing up a few things and leaving a small handwritten letter for her mother, Summer left behind her past and moved forward with her life. Summer did exactly what she wanted to do. Traveled all over Canada and eventually into the Northerly parts of America, seeking small part-time or temporary jobs to make ends meet. Six years on and Summer has found herself further South than she ever anticipated.
Personality: Summer is a very self assured, self confident person. Comfortable in her own skin, she knows who she is and what she wants out of life and isn't afraid to live her life to it's fullest. Has a very dry and saracastic sense of humour that has a tendency to rub people up the wrong way if there not in tune with humour. She likes to play by her own set of rules and throws caution to the wind even when it's not prudent to do so. Has lived on her own for so long, she tends to keep others at arms length until she feels comfortable enough to trust them.
Future Plans for your character Have her settle in Shreveport and possibly join a pack, if they can tolerate her.
Have you read the books I'm getting through them slowly, but surely. I'm almost finished Dead to the World.
Sample RP
Another town, another day, another bar to spend my hard earned money in. I smiled to myself, smug with contentment. This was the life indeed, the life I always envisioned for myself all the while in that claustrophobic little hick town. I should feel guilty for leaving it all behind me. My mother who did nothing but raise me and in her own way, love me. I should, but I don't. I've never been happier, never felt more free. I waved my hand to signal the moping bartender. I raised my bottle of Coors and smiled. He rolled his eyes at me, but did as I requested. Turning back to the small refridgerator full of various beers and other bottled alcohol. I drummed my fingers on the dark varnished wooden bar counter as I waited on my drink.
I lazily gazed around the bar and took in the vast emptiness. All but me and an already out of it man in his late fifties. He sat slumped over his table, his matted hair all over his face. My lips curved into a smirk and a shook my head a little.
"Can't hold his drink" I muttered to myself, bemused. An unsubtle cough from behind me made me spin round in my stool. There was Mopey, hand out towards me looking for payment.
"There you go Sunshine" I grinned at him, much to his annoyance. "You can keep the change for such warm, friendly service" I said, my words dripping with sarcasm. He raised an eyebrow at me and sort of grunted a reply. Was the most communication I'd had with him since I arrived forty five minutes ago.
As I put the cold bottle to my lips, the brown door swung open and in walked three rather surly looking men. Finally some entertainment, I mused internally. They all walked in unison to the table at the very back of the bar. It was more dimly lit than any other part of the bar. Seemed to suit them just fine as they all sat down in a huddle. One of the men, the tallest of the three stood up and made his way over to the bar counter. He stood right next to me and I couldn't help but eye him from top to bottom and back up again. He was above average in muscularity, his toned physique clad in a white shirt unbuttoned about half way and tight stonewash denims. His hair was freshly shaved in close, so I couldn't make out what colour his hair was. He must have felt my eyes on him as he turned slightly, his brown eyes twinkled with a hint of danger.
This was getting better and better with each passing minute. Then it hit me, something was familiar about him. Something...otherwordly. My eyes widened and I couldn't have hidden my excitement had I tried, and I did.
"Got a problem, sweetheart" his voice was deep and husky and a hint of menace was all around.
"No problem at all big guy" I flashed him my very best winsome smile and raised my bottle towards him. "Just being friendly"
He eyed me with suspicion, but nodded and said no more to me. He placed his order and gripped all three bottles of Budweiser in his large hands and went back over to his two smaller, wiry buddies at the dimly lit table. They huddled once more and the two smaller men occasionally looked up to gaze over at my direction. One with scruffy ash blonde hair gave me a salacious wink. I let out a small laugh and rolled my eyes as I turned my attentions back to my Coors. Not quite my type.
If there's anything else that needs added, just let me know and I'll do my best to fix it.
*edit*
Oops completely forgot to add this in my excitement.
BUBBA
Age: 26
Member Group:(if you choose human, please say what kind of human...or a shifter, what kind of shifter, etc.) Werewolf
Character History: Summer was born and raised in a small town in Alberta, Canada. Her father was not in the picture, having left Summer's mother Alice when she discovered her pregnancy. The beginnings of her life were fairly normal, though Summer and her mother suffered there fair share of hardships. But nothing neither couldn't manage. Even though her upbringing was pleasant, Summer always felt a sense of being different. Not like her friends and family. It wasn't until a few months after Summer's 12th birthday that she would realise just how different she was. Leading up to the full moon she grew more and more distant. Her attitude and temper were reaching boiling point. Picking fights and bunking off school to go hide out in the woods near her home.
The night that was to change young Summer's life forever arrived. A massive row with her mother over her attendance and grades peaked, Summer stormed out of the house and ran as fast as her legs could carry her. Her skin on fire, pulse racing and beating out of her chest. She kept on running, deeper and farther into the woods than she'd ever ventured. The sky was darkening and the moon was rising up past the horizon. It was that night her very first transformation occured. A painful, violent change revealing her true nature. That of the Were.
Over the years Summer learned to control her Were nature, to the point of changing at will. Taking the form of a larger than average Timberwolf. Summer's personality blossomed at the end of her teen years after many years of struggling to cope with what she was. Now a confident and vivacious young woman who no longer wished to live in the confines of her small town. Wished to see what was out there, explore the country. Travel wherever she wished and answer to no-one but herself.
Packing up a few things and leaving a small handwritten letter for her mother, Summer left behind her past and moved forward with her life. Summer did exactly what she wanted to do. Traveled all over Canada and eventually into the Northerly parts of America, seeking small part-time or temporary jobs to make ends meet. Six years on and Summer has found herself further South than she ever anticipated.
Personality: Summer is a very self assured, self confident person. Comfortable in her own skin, she knows who she is and what she wants out of life and isn't afraid to live her life to it's fullest. Has a very dry and saracastic sense of humour that has a tendency to rub people up the wrong way if there not in tune with humour. She likes to play by her own set of rules and throws caution to the wind even when it's not prudent to do so. Has lived on her own for so long, she tends to keep others at arms length until she feels comfortable enough to trust them.
Future Plans for your character Have her settle in Shreveport and possibly join a pack, if they can tolerate her.
Have you read the books I'm getting through them slowly, but surely. I'm almost finished Dead to the World.
Sample RP
Lone Wolf
Another town, another day, another bar to spend my hard earned money in. I smiled to myself, smug with contentment. This was the life indeed, the life I always envisioned for myself all the while in that claustrophobic little hick town. I should feel guilty for leaving it all behind me. My mother who did nothing but raise me and in her own way, love me. I should, but I don't. I've never been happier, never felt more free. I waved my hand to signal the moping bartender. I raised my bottle of Coors and smiled. He rolled his eyes at me, but did as I requested. Turning back to the small refridgerator full of various beers and other bottled alcohol. I drummed my fingers on the dark varnished wooden bar counter as I waited on my drink.
I lazily gazed around the bar and took in the vast emptiness. All but me and an already out of it man in his late fifties. He sat slumped over his table, his matted hair all over his face. My lips curved into a smirk and a shook my head a little.
"Can't hold his drink" I muttered to myself, bemused. An unsubtle cough from behind me made me spin round in my stool. There was Mopey, hand out towards me looking for payment.
"There you go Sunshine" I grinned at him, much to his annoyance. "You can keep the change for such warm, friendly service" I said, my words dripping with sarcasm. He raised an eyebrow at me and sort of grunted a reply. Was the most communication I'd had with him since I arrived forty five minutes ago.
As I put the cold bottle to my lips, the brown door swung open and in walked three rather surly looking men. Finally some entertainment, I mused internally. They all walked in unison to the table at the very back of the bar. It was more dimly lit than any other part of the bar. Seemed to suit them just fine as they all sat down in a huddle. One of the men, the tallest of the three stood up and made his way over to the bar counter. He stood right next to me and I couldn't help but eye him from top to bottom and back up again. He was above average in muscularity, his toned physique clad in a white shirt unbuttoned about half way and tight stonewash denims. His hair was freshly shaved in close, so I couldn't make out what colour his hair was. He must have felt my eyes on him as he turned slightly, his brown eyes twinkled with a hint of danger.
This was getting better and better with each passing minute. Then it hit me, something was familiar about him. Something...otherwordly. My eyes widened and I couldn't have hidden my excitement had I tried, and I did.
"Got a problem, sweetheart" his voice was deep and husky and a hint of menace was all around.
"No problem at all big guy" I flashed him my very best winsome smile and raised my bottle towards him. "Just being friendly"
He eyed me with suspicion, but nodded and said no more to me. He placed his order and gripped all three bottles of Budweiser in his large hands and went back over to his two smaller, wiry buddies at the dimly lit table. They huddled once more and the two smaller men occasionally looked up to gaze over at my direction. One with scruffy ash blonde hair gave me a salacious wink. I let out a small laugh and rolled my eyes as I turned my attentions back to my Coors. Not quite my type.
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If there's anything else that needs added, just let me know and I'll do my best to fix it.
*edit*
Oops completely forgot to add this in my excitement.
BUBBA
thank you. I just need to shimmy myself into an RP now lol