Post by Alice Morrow on Jun 7, 2009 15:49:51 GMT -5
Your True Colors
-spotlight's on you
OOC Name: Grace
Gender: Female
Other Characters: None
Animal in Disguise
-your massacre alter ego
Gender: Female
Full Name: Alice Sarah Morrow
Aliases: Runs With Dogs, Artemis
Actual Age: 60
Appearing Age: 26
Nationality/Species: Native American/Werewolf
Status: Bi-Sexual
Occupation: Physical fitness trainer
Physical Appearance
-aren't you a pretty thing
Height 5'9”
Hair Alice has long, brown hair, usually slightly curled and allowed to hang free down her shoulders. On the rare occasions that it is up, it is usually in a sensible pony-tail or bun.
Eyes Honey brown and big, allowing her an often innocent look. She has strong eyebrows as well.
Skin A light tan but not too dark.
Body type As a physical fitness instructor, Alice maintains a strong body. She has well defined abs and strong legs and arms. However, she is curvy enough to allow her to stay feminine without sacrificing strength. As a result she often looks weaker than she actually is, especially when in often that do not show off as much of her body.
Physical markings Alice has two tattoos, one is the symbol of Artemis, one of the three Greek moon goddesses. This tattoo rests on the back of her neck. The other is a tribal tattoo that runs down her spine.
Celebrity Claim: Eliza Dushku
Let's Get Personal
-tell it to me sweetheart
Personality: Alice is a strong, confidant woman. She knows what she wants and will stop at nothing to get it. She is beautiful and she knows it, not afraid of getting where she wants based on her body. This does not mean she is a slut. Indeed, it is more of a look-but-do-not-touch attitude that she has. But in truth, it is not her body that draws men and women to her. She walks into a room with such confidence that it is hard to ignore her.
But despite her strength, or maybe due to it, Alice is known for losing her temper. She has a tendency to snap rather quickly if you are doing something to upset her. She's not above yelling at people or even hurting them if they have done something to get in her way.
Besides anger and lust, Alice has never been very good about expressing her emotions. She tends to bottle up the more complex emotions. It is not easy to get her to open up to you. However, Alice is fearsomely loyal. If she has deemed you worthy of being considered a pack-mate, then she will stop at nothing to protect you. As a wolf, Alice is ruthless about protecting those in the pack with her. She fights with all she is and doesn't tend to care if she gets hurt. Indeed, she tends to shrug off physical injuries for as long as she can. This is often a negative aspect as she leaves wounds unattended too and risks bleeding out or infections. It is, to be honest, often amazing she has lasted this long.
Weakness:
Her loyalty to her pack
Short Temper
Tends to act without thinking through all possible outcomes
Is claustrophobic
Strengths:
Physically very strong
Confidence
Beautiful
Loyalty (for the same reasons it is a weakness)
Family: Dead
Friends: Anyone in her pack, and few others
Enemies:
Lover: Mac (dead), none currently.
Extra Abilities:
None
CODE WORD:
Massacre
Autobiography
Once upon a time, there was a little family that lived on an Indian Reservation in Kansas. A woman by the name of River and her husband Joshua, where young and in love. They were wed on a hot summers night. In their wedding bed, they conceived who would be their only child. Alice Sarah was born nine months later, a healthy, beautiful baby girl that the tribe welcomed with open arms. She had her mother's face but her father's eyes.
As a child, Alice was endlessly interested in nature. She got on well with the reservation dogs. Alice was given the name Runs with Dogs for this very reason later in life. The old shaman of the tribe took note of her love for dogs and predicted that there would be an event in her life that linked her forever with the dogs she so loved. But he also predicted that this event would take her forever from the tribe. Alive knew nothing of the prediction. She often cut school to explore the world around her.
It was her natural curiosity that sent her out on the night of the full moon when she heard a cry. Alice was fourteen years old at the time. She climbed out of her bedroom window when she heard the cry. It was late in the evening, but a fire burned at the end of little gathering of buildings. Alice crept over to see what was going on. What she saw was a large dog chained up, crying up to the moon. Alice had no idea that this was not a dog, nor that the wolf was actually a man the elders had allowed passage and had offered to keep chained on nights of the full moon. Alice, wanting to save the dog from the chains, approached it. In a flash of fangs and hair, the wolf sunk its teeth into her arm. Alice screamed. What she remembers next is pain and then shouting before darkness swallowed her.
When she woke up, her parents were crying. They explained to her what had happened and, with difficulty, they told her what would happen when the sun went down that night, the second night of the full moon. Alice was in shock and spent the rest of the day sitting on her bed, head against the wall, staring out into nothing. That night, the people her the tribe had no choice but to chain her up as well. Before the sun went down, they attached her to the chains she'd seen the wolf last night. When she asked what had happened, she learned they'd killed him.
Her first transformation is still a blur. She remembers the pain of turning into a wolf, but the night as the beast itself has always been a blur of color and sounds. But whatever she did or was like, the chains held. She spent the day alone and, once again, the next night she was chained up. This time she remembered. She'd tugged at the chains and howled. She'd not stopped struggling the whole night, but the chains held. Throughout the next ten years, the chains held. The people of her tribe tried to act as if Alice was no different from the rest of them. But the children ran from her and she heard the whispers that all of them told about her. But despite all of them, her family loved her and didn't treat her any differently. They loved her and cared for her. For those ten years, this was enough for Alice.
One day, she and her parents where out in the nearby town to pick up dinner. Standing in line, Alice smelled something. Turning her head, she saw a tall, black man in his twenties. His scent told her that he was like her. As she turned her head to look at him, he turned to look at her. Their eyes met and Alice fell in love. His name was Mac and he'd been bitten when he was twelve. He was the one who told her she would age more slowly now. For a week, Alice left the reservation to meet Mac. When he learned that she was chained up three days out of the month, he begged her to come with him, to see what it was like to be a wolf and run free. Alice was reluctant to leave her mother and father, but in the end, she knew her time at the reservation was over. She hugged and kissed her parents goodbye but said no goodbye to anyone else. She packed up her things and left.
It was Mac who gave her the nick-name Artemis. They stayed out of the way of most big industrial cities, moving from wooded area, to wooded area. The first time she changed free to run around, it was as if she came alive. She discovered that she was still very much in control of herself when she was a wolf. She hunted for the first time and caught a doe which she and Mac feasted on. Afterwards they mated, bounding them together.
For twenty years, Mac and Alice were mates. They never stayed in one place very long but strayed mostly along the Midwest. Mac, as it turned out, had a special power in addition to his wolf: he could persuade people to do things for him. Because of this, they never had to pay for a meal. Whenever they found themselves back in Kansas, they visited the reservation until her parents died in a car crash at the age of 65. Alice mourned them but was also grateful that she no longer had to watch her parents grow old while she stayed so young. Five years after her parents death, Alice and Mac were running in wolf form through the woods on a cool fall evening. It was almost Halloween. They separated to try and corner a deer that they had been hunting. Neither of them knew about the cabin nearby. Alice heard the gun shot and felt the sensation that something was wrong with her mate. She ran until she found him. He'd turned back into a human and a man with a shotgun was standing over him. Two shotgun blasts had hit Mac in the head. In a rage, Alice flung herself at the man who had shot her mate. She'd never killed a human before then but she ripped out his throat, literally. But her victory was short lived. Mac died on the forest floor that night. Alice howled at the moon until dawn and then held him in her arms and wept.
After that, Alice ran alone. She could no longer depend on Mac for food and shelter. She found herself in Omaha, Nebraska where the local gym was looking for a new fitness instructor. Alice applied and got the job. She moved into a little apartment near the gym. For four years she saw no one outside of work. One a month for three days, she rents a cabin in the woods and hunts. But the thrill of the chase didn't dull the pain of loss. One morning, six years later, Alice decided she had had enough of Omaha and quit her job. She got on a bus without really caring where it went. The bus drive gave her time to think. She'd had enough of mourning. She was going to find other wolves, a pack, and she was going to light the fire that had once burned so bright in her. As if by fate, the bus stopped in Massacre. Drawn by a sense of belonging, Alice got off there and has never got back. She's lived in Massacre for only a few months now. She's heard the cries of other wolves in the night. She is determined to find them and join their pack. But of one this she is sure: she will never find another mate like Mac.
Show me what you Got
It's October and the moon is filled to brimming. Six years worth of October's have come and gone. I still smell him sometimes. His scent lives in me, in my hair and in my skin. I hunt because of him. I live because of him. Had Mac never come into my life, I would still be chained up in Kansas. When I run now, I do it because of him, in honor of his memory. So tonight, I hunt, and I think of him.
My white fur is tussled by the wind. I can smell the animal that will be my kill. I've injured the buck and his blood. It sinks into my nose and drives my paws forward into the woods. Despite the fact that I have never been on a hunt here before, my feet move fast without need to pause and consider. No woods are too different from others and these feet have been through most of this countries wooded areas.
The kill is slowly. The blood is thicker in my nose. I round a tree, the buck is there. I bend down and then leap. My teeth rip flesh and the deer is dead beneath me. For a moment I stand over my kill and let the blood mat in the fur along my jaw. The hunt has not held the same feel since my mate died. I eat my kill without relish. After, I pad off to the tiny stream. I lick up at the cold water and sit on my hind legs and gaze up at the forest trees.
When Mac was here, the kill was followed by mating. I have not mated with anyone, wolf or otherwise, before or since. I am quickly realizing that I have never had a world outside of what has been given to me. I had a place in the reservation, and it was in hiding. I had a place with Mac as well, a place as a mate. Without him, I don't know who I am. But I know who he would want me to be. Mac would want me to live my life. This is why I still hunt. And this is why I've come to this place, to find a life for myself. To find a pack. To be once more instead of simply existing.
Soon the sun will rise and I will return to my human body. I gather myself together and start off toward where I left my truck. Tomorrow there will be the last night of the full moon. When I change back I will make my way to my cabin and sleep. And when the moon rises I will hunt again. I will do this for the rest of my life. I will keep doing this for him.
-spotlight's on you
OOC Name: Grace
Gender: Female
Other Characters: None
Animal in Disguise
-your massacre alter ego
Gender: Female
Full Name: Alice Sarah Morrow
Aliases: Runs With Dogs, Artemis
Actual Age: 60
Appearing Age: 26
Nationality/Species: Native American/Werewolf
Status: Bi-Sexual
Occupation: Physical fitness trainer
Physical Appearance
-aren't you a pretty thing
Height 5'9”
Hair Alice has long, brown hair, usually slightly curled and allowed to hang free down her shoulders. On the rare occasions that it is up, it is usually in a sensible pony-tail or bun.
Eyes Honey brown and big, allowing her an often innocent look. She has strong eyebrows as well.
Skin A light tan but not too dark.
Body type As a physical fitness instructor, Alice maintains a strong body. She has well defined abs and strong legs and arms. However, she is curvy enough to allow her to stay feminine without sacrificing strength. As a result she often looks weaker than she actually is, especially when in often that do not show off as much of her body.
Physical markings Alice has two tattoos, one is the symbol of Artemis, one of the three Greek moon goddesses. This tattoo rests on the back of her neck. The other is a tribal tattoo that runs down her spine.
Celebrity Claim: Eliza Dushku
Let's Get Personal
-tell it to me sweetheart
Personality: Alice is a strong, confidant woman. She knows what she wants and will stop at nothing to get it. She is beautiful and she knows it, not afraid of getting where she wants based on her body. This does not mean she is a slut. Indeed, it is more of a look-but-do-not-touch attitude that she has. But in truth, it is not her body that draws men and women to her. She walks into a room with such confidence that it is hard to ignore her.
But despite her strength, or maybe due to it, Alice is known for losing her temper. She has a tendency to snap rather quickly if you are doing something to upset her. She's not above yelling at people or even hurting them if they have done something to get in her way.
Besides anger and lust, Alice has never been very good about expressing her emotions. She tends to bottle up the more complex emotions. It is not easy to get her to open up to you. However, Alice is fearsomely loyal. If she has deemed you worthy of being considered a pack-mate, then she will stop at nothing to protect you. As a wolf, Alice is ruthless about protecting those in the pack with her. She fights with all she is and doesn't tend to care if she gets hurt. Indeed, she tends to shrug off physical injuries for as long as she can. This is often a negative aspect as she leaves wounds unattended too and risks bleeding out or infections. It is, to be honest, often amazing she has lasted this long.
Weakness:
Her loyalty to her pack
Short Temper
Tends to act without thinking through all possible outcomes
Is claustrophobic
Strengths:
Physically very strong
Confidence
Beautiful
Loyalty (for the same reasons it is a weakness)
Family: Dead
Friends: Anyone in her pack, and few others
Enemies:
Lover: Mac (dead), none currently.
Extra Abilities:
None
CODE WORD:
Massacre
Autobiography
Once upon a time, there was a little family that lived on an Indian Reservation in Kansas. A woman by the name of River and her husband Joshua, where young and in love. They were wed on a hot summers night. In their wedding bed, they conceived who would be their only child. Alice Sarah was born nine months later, a healthy, beautiful baby girl that the tribe welcomed with open arms. She had her mother's face but her father's eyes.
As a child, Alice was endlessly interested in nature. She got on well with the reservation dogs. Alice was given the name Runs with Dogs for this very reason later in life. The old shaman of the tribe took note of her love for dogs and predicted that there would be an event in her life that linked her forever with the dogs she so loved. But he also predicted that this event would take her forever from the tribe. Alive knew nothing of the prediction. She often cut school to explore the world around her.
It was her natural curiosity that sent her out on the night of the full moon when she heard a cry. Alice was fourteen years old at the time. She climbed out of her bedroom window when she heard the cry. It was late in the evening, but a fire burned at the end of little gathering of buildings. Alice crept over to see what was going on. What she saw was a large dog chained up, crying up to the moon. Alice had no idea that this was not a dog, nor that the wolf was actually a man the elders had allowed passage and had offered to keep chained on nights of the full moon. Alice, wanting to save the dog from the chains, approached it. In a flash of fangs and hair, the wolf sunk its teeth into her arm. Alice screamed. What she remembers next is pain and then shouting before darkness swallowed her.
When she woke up, her parents were crying. They explained to her what had happened and, with difficulty, they told her what would happen when the sun went down that night, the second night of the full moon. Alice was in shock and spent the rest of the day sitting on her bed, head against the wall, staring out into nothing. That night, the people her the tribe had no choice but to chain her up as well. Before the sun went down, they attached her to the chains she'd seen the wolf last night. When she asked what had happened, she learned they'd killed him.
Her first transformation is still a blur. She remembers the pain of turning into a wolf, but the night as the beast itself has always been a blur of color and sounds. But whatever she did or was like, the chains held. She spent the day alone and, once again, the next night she was chained up. This time she remembered. She'd tugged at the chains and howled. She'd not stopped struggling the whole night, but the chains held. Throughout the next ten years, the chains held. The people of her tribe tried to act as if Alice was no different from the rest of them. But the children ran from her and she heard the whispers that all of them told about her. But despite all of them, her family loved her and didn't treat her any differently. They loved her and cared for her. For those ten years, this was enough for Alice.
One day, she and her parents where out in the nearby town to pick up dinner. Standing in line, Alice smelled something. Turning her head, she saw a tall, black man in his twenties. His scent told her that he was like her. As she turned her head to look at him, he turned to look at her. Their eyes met and Alice fell in love. His name was Mac and he'd been bitten when he was twelve. He was the one who told her she would age more slowly now. For a week, Alice left the reservation to meet Mac. When he learned that she was chained up three days out of the month, he begged her to come with him, to see what it was like to be a wolf and run free. Alice was reluctant to leave her mother and father, but in the end, she knew her time at the reservation was over. She hugged and kissed her parents goodbye but said no goodbye to anyone else. She packed up her things and left.
It was Mac who gave her the nick-name Artemis. They stayed out of the way of most big industrial cities, moving from wooded area, to wooded area. The first time she changed free to run around, it was as if she came alive. She discovered that she was still very much in control of herself when she was a wolf. She hunted for the first time and caught a doe which she and Mac feasted on. Afterwards they mated, bounding them together.
For twenty years, Mac and Alice were mates. They never stayed in one place very long but strayed mostly along the Midwest. Mac, as it turned out, had a special power in addition to his wolf: he could persuade people to do things for him. Because of this, they never had to pay for a meal. Whenever they found themselves back in Kansas, they visited the reservation until her parents died in a car crash at the age of 65. Alice mourned them but was also grateful that she no longer had to watch her parents grow old while she stayed so young. Five years after her parents death, Alice and Mac were running in wolf form through the woods on a cool fall evening. It was almost Halloween. They separated to try and corner a deer that they had been hunting. Neither of them knew about the cabin nearby. Alice heard the gun shot and felt the sensation that something was wrong with her mate. She ran until she found him. He'd turned back into a human and a man with a shotgun was standing over him. Two shotgun blasts had hit Mac in the head. In a rage, Alice flung herself at the man who had shot her mate. She'd never killed a human before then but she ripped out his throat, literally. But her victory was short lived. Mac died on the forest floor that night. Alice howled at the moon until dawn and then held him in her arms and wept.
After that, Alice ran alone. She could no longer depend on Mac for food and shelter. She found herself in Omaha, Nebraska where the local gym was looking for a new fitness instructor. Alice applied and got the job. She moved into a little apartment near the gym. For four years she saw no one outside of work. One a month for three days, she rents a cabin in the woods and hunts. But the thrill of the chase didn't dull the pain of loss. One morning, six years later, Alice decided she had had enough of Omaha and quit her job. She got on a bus without really caring where it went. The bus drive gave her time to think. She'd had enough of mourning. She was going to find other wolves, a pack, and she was going to light the fire that had once burned so bright in her. As if by fate, the bus stopped in Massacre. Drawn by a sense of belonging, Alice got off there and has never got back. She's lived in Massacre for only a few months now. She's heard the cries of other wolves in the night. She is determined to find them and join their pack. But of one this she is sure: she will never find another mate like Mac.
Show me what you Got
It's October and the moon is filled to brimming. Six years worth of October's have come and gone. I still smell him sometimes. His scent lives in me, in my hair and in my skin. I hunt because of him. I live because of him. Had Mac never come into my life, I would still be chained up in Kansas. When I run now, I do it because of him, in honor of his memory. So tonight, I hunt, and I think of him.
My white fur is tussled by the wind. I can smell the animal that will be my kill. I've injured the buck and his blood. It sinks into my nose and drives my paws forward into the woods. Despite the fact that I have never been on a hunt here before, my feet move fast without need to pause and consider. No woods are too different from others and these feet have been through most of this countries wooded areas.
The kill is slowly. The blood is thicker in my nose. I round a tree, the buck is there. I bend down and then leap. My teeth rip flesh and the deer is dead beneath me. For a moment I stand over my kill and let the blood mat in the fur along my jaw. The hunt has not held the same feel since my mate died. I eat my kill without relish. After, I pad off to the tiny stream. I lick up at the cold water and sit on my hind legs and gaze up at the forest trees.
When Mac was here, the kill was followed by mating. I have not mated with anyone, wolf or otherwise, before or since. I am quickly realizing that I have never had a world outside of what has been given to me. I had a place in the reservation, and it was in hiding. I had a place with Mac as well, a place as a mate. Without him, I don't know who I am. But I know who he would want me to be. Mac would want me to live my life. This is why I still hunt. And this is why I've come to this place, to find a life for myself. To find a pack. To be once more instead of simply existing.
Soon the sun will rise and I will return to my human body. I gather myself together and start off toward where I left my truck. Tomorrow there will be the last night of the full moon. When I change back I will make my way to my cabin and sleep. And when the moon rises I will hunt again. I will do this for the rest of my life. I will keep doing this for him.
