Post by Dahlia Jordan on May 8, 2009 22:29:12 GMT -5
Behind The Mask
OOC Name: Stefanie
Gender: death metal chick
Other Characters: charlize. seraphina. raycene.
Basic Information
Name: Dahlia Marianna Jordan
Aliases: None, but im considering
Actual Age: 22
Appearing Age: 22
Gender: female
Species: Danish-American Witch
Approx. Birth Date: November 22, 1986
Status:(straight, Gay, Bi-sexual) Straight
Occupation: Paranormal Specialist for MHPD. In house Witch to the local wereleopard pard.
Appearance
Height: 5'3
Hair: (Color & Style) Blonde, medium length
Eyes: dark blue
Skin: tan
Body Type: athletic
Skin Markings: (Tattoos & Piercings) small beach scene on the inside of left arm
Celebrity Claim: Scarlett Johasson
Picture
Background Information
Personality: I was always the 'girl next door' type, but the older I got, the older that act got. Not that im a big bad witch, but nickelback said it best, I rock it like the naughty wicked witch of the west. Im fun, im playful, but still serious and mature.
Weakness: (At Least 4)
*Tequila
*My Pride
*Smell of Blood
*Wereleopard Affiliation
Strengths: (At Least 4)
*My Pride
*Fast learner
*Quick Thinker
*Wereleopard affiliation
Family:
Father: Karston Jordan
Mother: Melanie Jordan (Deceased)
Grandmother: Cecile Jordan
Aunt: Marianna Saldovar
Friends: wereleopard pard
Enemies: none that i know of.
Lover: None at the moment, but there are takers
Extra Powers:
*Spells and Incantations
*Auspex
*Animalism - Leopards
Character History: (Should Be As Long As Your Age)
I've lived in Massacre my whole life. Hell, I was born in Bishop General. My mother was an amazing person, she was my everything until I was 8. A drunk driver stole my beautiful mother from me. He said he had been coming from a business dinner, he had only had a few drinks.
It didn't matter, it had been enough for him to swerve on to the other side of the road, hitting my mother head on. We hadn't known until after she had already died, but she had been carrying my brother or sister at the time. Derek Anderson, thats his name, is rotting away in Concord Correctional Facilities as we speak.
After that, my dad had pretty much fallen apart. It was just me and him, and without my mother, there was no light left in the house. She was the happiness that held us together and with out her, there was nothing to be happy about.
With no parents around, I pushed myself to go forward. I spent my time studying and pretending to be the happy little girl that everyone wanted to see. No one wanted to watch me walk around like the zombie I felt like. People hate to see other people mourn, its like a big faux pas after so long.
I graduated from high school at the top of my class, with my father and grandmother in attendance. My grandmother was almost a permenant feature in our house now a days. My dad was like a walking corpse. He walked, talked, smiled and breathed, but he was never really there after mom.
I left for college, Boston University, right after high school. None of this 'taking a year off' crap for me. What would I have done with a year off? Probably followed right in my fathers foot steps. Don't get me wrong, I missed my mother every single day, but she wouldn't have wanted us to mourn her so long. She would have wanted us to be happy and go on with out her. She was selfless like that, she would have been wonderful to grow up with.
During my first year of college, I met Marianna Saldovar. She had been a friend of my mothers and apparently her paranormal advisor. Yeah, paranormal advisor. I'd pretty much lost my mind when she had explained that my perfect little housewife of a mother was in fact, one of the strongest witches that massachusetts had seen since the trials. She was also apparently the namesake for my middle name, so her and my mother must have been very close.
She explained everything to me in great detail, even giving me my mothers journals. There had been a note inside the first one that was addressed to me. It took me a full week of staring at the folded piece of parchment, before I could open it and read it. She had explained my heritage to me and how sorry she was that I was reading this letter and not learning from her personally.
Over the next few years, Mari taught me everything she knew and everything my mother had taught her. She was an amazing woman, my mother, and she had passed her gifts on to me. I developed some seriously strong powers in the years I was at college. I also got my degree in Criminal Justice while I was there.
After college, I moved back to Massacre, finding that my grandmother had had my father institutionalized without telling me. It was for the better, but still so awful to see him like that. Im living in the local hotel for now, I just couldn't go back to my house without my father and Im working for the Massacre Police as their paranormal advisor. I get to investigate the local murder and anything of a paranormal nature.
It wasn't my first choice of job, but it lets me use my wiccan powers and my degree, so it keeps me happy. Ive started working with the local wereleopard pard, helping them with their wiccan needs as well. They are like the family I never had, all very caring and loving. It was something I hadn't realized I'd longed for, until I got it. Hopefully I won't screw it up.
Role Play Sample: (Should be written as the character you are applying for, not taken from another site.)
seriously, im not doing this. you know why? because im the boss.
OOC Name: Stefanie
Gender: death metal chick
Other Characters: charlize. seraphina. raycene.
Basic Information
Name: Dahlia Marianna Jordan
Aliases: None, but im considering
Actual Age: 22
Appearing Age: 22
Gender: female
Species: Danish-American Witch
Approx. Birth Date: November 22, 1986
Status:(straight, Gay, Bi-sexual) Straight
Occupation: Paranormal Specialist for MHPD. In house Witch to the local wereleopard pard.
Appearance
Height: 5'3
Hair: (Color & Style) Blonde, medium length
Eyes: dark blue
Skin: tan
Body Type: athletic
Skin Markings: (Tattoos & Piercings) small beach scene on the inside of left arm
Celebrity Claim: Scarlett Johasson
Picture
Background Information
Personality: I was always the 'girl next door' type, but the older I got, the older that act got. Not that im a big bad witch, but nickelback said it best, I rock it like the naughty wicked witch of the west. Im fun, im playful, but still serious and mature.
Weakness: (At Least 4)
*Tequila
*My Pride
*Smell of Blood
*Wereleopard Affiliation
Strengths: (At Least 4)
*My Pride
*Fast learner
*Quick Thinker
*Wereleopard affiliation
Family:
Father: Karston Jordan
Mother: Melanie Jordan (Deceased)
Grandmother: Cecile Jordan
Aunt: Marianna Saldovar
Friends: wereleopard pard
Enemies: none that i know of.
Lover: None at the moment, but there are takers
Extra Powers:
*Spells and Incantations
*Auspex
*Animalism - Leopards
Character History: (Should Be As Long As Your Age)
I've lived in Massacre my whole life. Hell, I was born in Bishop General. My mother was an amazing person, she was my everything until I was 8. A drunk driver stole my beautiful mother from me. He said he had been coming from a business dinner, he had only had a few drinks.
It didn't matter, it had been enough for him to swerve on to the other side of the road, hitting my mother head on. We hadn't known until after she had already died, but she had been carrying my brother or sister at the time. Derek Anderson, thats his name, is rotting away in Concord Correctional Facilities as we speak.
After that, my dad had pretty much fallen apart. It was just me and him, and without my mother, there was no light left in the house. She was the happiness that held us together and with out her, there was nothing to be happy about.
With no parents around, I pushed myself to go forward. I spent my time studying and pretending to be the happy little girl that everyone wanted to see. No one wanted to watch me walk around like the zombie I felt like. People hate to see other people mourn, its like a big faux pas after so long.
I graduated from high school at the top of my class, with my father and grandmother in attendance. My grandmother was almost a permenant feature in our house now a days. My dad was like a walking corpse. He walked, talked, smiled and breathed, but he was never really there after mom.
I left for college, Boston University, right after high school. None of this 'taking a year off' crap for me. What would I have done with a year off? Probably followed right in my fathers foot steps. Don't get me wrong, I missed my mother every single day, but she wouldn't have wanted us to mourn her so long. She would have wanted us to be happy and go on with out her. She was selfless like that, she would have been wonderful to grow up with.
During my first year of college, I met Marianna Saldovar. She had been a friend of my mothers and apparently her paranormal advisor. Yeah, paranormal advisor. I'd pretty much lost my mind when she had explained that my perfect little housewife of a mother was in fact, one of the strongest witches that massachusetts had seen since the trials. She was also apparently the namesake for my middle name, so her and my mother must have been very close.
She explained everything to me in great detail, even giving me my mothers journals. There had been a note inside the first one that was addressed to me. It took me a full week of staring at the folded piece of parchment, before I could open it and read it. She had explained my heritage to me and how sorry she was that I was reading this letter and not learning from her personally.
Over the next few years, Mari taught me everything she knew and everything my mother had taught her. She was an amazing woman, my mother, and she had passed her gifts on to me. I developed some seriously strong powers in the years I was at college. I also got my degree in Criminal Justice while I was there.
After college, I moved back to Massacre, finding that my grandmother had had my father institutionalized without telling me. It was for the better, but still so awful to see him like that. Im living in the local hotel for now, I just couldn't go back to my house without my father and Im working for the Massacre Police as their paranormal advisor. I get to investigate the local murder and anything of a paranormal nature.
It wasn't my first choice of job, but it lets me use my wiccan powers and my degree, so it keeps me happy. Ive started working with the local wereleopard pard, helping them with their wiccan needs as well. They are like the family I never had, all very caring and loving. It was something I hadn't realized I'd longed for, until I got it. Hopefully I won't screw it up.
Role Play Sample: (Should be written as the character you are applying for, not taken from another site.)
seriously, im not doing this. you know why? because im the boss.
But I'm able to read this and no doubt, I LOVE IT. Poor girl. We're all so fucked up on this board, but I love it. It's perfect for the feel of the game. APPROVED!