Post by Charlize LeFevre on Apr 30, 2009 13:08:13 GMT -5
Behind The Mask
OOC Name: Stefanie
Gender: femme fetale
Other Characters: Charlize LeFevre
Basic Information
Name: Seraphina Aislan MacTyre
Aliases: Sera, Aislan, Phi
Actual Age: 74
Appearing Age: 24
Gender: Female
Species: Natural born werewolf
Approx. Birth Date: February 14, 1935
Status:(straight, Gay, Bi-sexual) Straight
Occupation: Tattoo artist at High Voltage. Geri to the Foirtchearn Faoiltiarn Clan.
Appearance
Height: 5'4
Hair: (Color & Style) Blonde, medium length, straight
Eyes: bright blue
Skin: pale
Body Type: thin, athletic
Skin Markings: (Tattoos & Piercings) Almost covered in tattoos.
Celebrity Claim: Maria Brink
Picture
Background Information
Personality:
Aislan has a very tough exterior. She is hard as nails and lets almost no one inside her inner walls. She takes shit from no one and gives out as much as she gets. Her heart is cold and after 50 years of being alone, she's ready to feel love again.
Weakness: (At Least 4)
*Silver
*Family
*Tequila
*Compassion
Strengths: (At Least 4)
*Loyalty
*Compassion
*Common Sense
*Animal Affinity
Family: Mother & Father are both dead. She doesn't speak of them.
Friends: Sárán and Hyrum, her Ulfric and Freki and best friends, considers them her family.
Enemies: Werelions. Anyone that crosses her family.
Lover: Whoever she chooses.
Extra Powers:
*Telepathy with other members of her Clan.
Character History: (Should Be As Long As Your Age)
I was born on Saint Valentine's day, pretty fitting if you ask me. I had been born in to america's only natural born werewolf family, at the time anyway. My father had expected an alfa male to hand the reigns to, instead, he got me. My mother hadn't been disappointed, atleast that was what they told me. She hadn't shifted form fast enough after I was born and well.. The damage had been too much. Again, that was what they had told me, so who the hell knows what really happened. After she died, she wasn't talked about much.
No mother and a werewolf for a father, will pretty much screw up a little girl. He didn't get his alpha male, but was pleasantly surprised to get an alpha female. When I had finally changed form, on my thirteenth birthday, I had taken down two of the toughest woman in our clan. I was a fucking prize, Richard, one of the alpha males, had so nicely put it to my Daddy. One week later, that same asshole had challenged my father for his position as Ulfric.
I'm not going to get in to it, but long story short, I had to watch my father get his throat torn out, by a man who watched me the whole time. You just don't know how fucked up something will make you, until it actually happens. Watching my father, my only real family, die in such a terrible way.. It sent me over the edge.
I left the clan that day. I spent four years on my own, training, getting stronger, so I could make Richard pay for what he had done. And when I got home, I had done just that. I had torn him apart, in a fair fight. I might not have been able to do it, if I hadn't had all that pent up rage. My wolf, she tore him to bits. That same night, I left my clan again, and this time I left them with no leader.
The next few decades, are still a blur to me. Once in a while I get a couple flashes of memory, but nothing in full effect. Sárán had told me once that it had been the blind rage that had driven me. And from what i get in those little bursts of memories, he had been right. I had killed with no remorse, taken lives and stolen from people that didn't diserve it. But, I hadn't wanted to live, hadn't wanted to survive. And god dammit, but nothing I did, seemed to hurt me enough.
It wasn't that I was immortal, thank god, but I was pretty damn close. Being a natural born, made me age twice as slow as a normal shapeshifter would. On my 30th birthday, I was still passing for a child of only 15. It made it easier to kill which, at the time, was a blessing and a curse for me. Part of me, my mother's part, didn't want the rage. But, the part that was so angry always seemed to win.
When I was about 60, I met Sárán. And by then, I was tired and worn out, even the anger had died away. He practically nursed me back to health. He was always such a boyscout, so damn kind hearted. He took care of me, when I needed it the most. At 60, I still looked about 25 and that was about as old as I'd ever look. I'd lived and would die, in the body of a 25 year old, most woman would kill for that. I had killed enough.
Sárán and I passed for brother and sister and that was often the story we'd told. That was the story we'd told Hyrum upon first meeting him. He was beautiful, Hyrum that is. He had been the only man to make my heart jump since.. well, ever. The only problem, he was stronger than me.. He had fought his way to Freki and I had been right behind him as Geri. They were my family now, and they were all I'd needed.
The anger was never really gone, just hiding, right under the surface. It had made me in to one hard ass bitch, but it worked for me, so I went with it. Hyrum loved my sass he said. I would always smirk at him, showing a side of me that could have been, that would have been. But, the past is the past and I'd like to leave it there.
Role Play Sample:
"What the fuck, Sárán." He was fucking late, he was always fucking late. Ok, well I was always late, but dammit this time I was on time! I walked around the trashy dressing room, peeking in the mirrors as I walked by.
I was cute, well I thought so. Ok, I'd been told so. I'd spent fifty years seeing the ugly beast in the mirror, I'd gotten use to it. I tugged on my little blue dress, a knock off of Alice in Wonderland. I'd found it in a costume shop and I had fallen in love with it. Sárán had laughed his ass off the first time he'd seen me in it. Hyrum had had to leave the room. You know, the whole guys can't hide when they're turned on thing.
I turned back from the mirror to see Hyrum staring at me. I smirked and winked at him,turning all the way around. I hopped up on the table behind me, crossing my legs rather provocatively as I did. Hyrum let out a loud chuckle that was really a cross between a laugh and a growl. It brought a real smile to my lips.
We both knew we shouldn't be doing any of this. The mild flirting was good, it was fun. But, it didn't look like it was going to stay as just flirting. Werewolves have a different way of mating. Its a once in a lifetime thing to find your match. My father had said, that when he had met my mother, it was like he had spent years in the dark and she was the sun. I wanted that. But, did I really or would my darkness just be stealing someone's light. I didn't want to steal Hyrum's light.
OOC Name: Stefanie
Gender: femme fetale
Other Characters: Charlize LeFevre
Basic Information
Name: Seraphina Aislan MacTyre
Aliases: Sera, Aislan, Phi
Actual Age: 74
Appearing Age: 24
Gender: Female
Species: Natural born werewolf
Approx. Birth Date: February 14, 1935
Status:(straight, Gay, Bi-sexual) Straight
Occupation: Tattoo artist at High Voltage. Geri to the Foirtchearn Faoiltiarn Clan.
Appearance
Height: 5'4
Hair: (Color & Style) Blonde, medium length, straight
Eyes: bright blue
Skin: pale
Body Type: thin, athletic
Skin Markings: (Tattoos & Piercings) Almost covered in tattoos.
Celebrity Claim: Maria Brink
Picture
Background Information
Personality:
Aislan has a very tough exterior. She is hard as nails and lets almost no one inside her inner walls. She takes shit from no one and gives out as much as she gets. Her heart is cold and after 50 years of being alone, she's ready to feel love again.
Weakness: (At Least 4)
*Silver
*Family
*Tequila
*Compassion
Strengths: (At Least 4)
*Loyalty
*Compassion
*Common Sense
*Animal Affinity
Family: Mother & Father are both dead. She doesn't speak of them.
Friends: Sárán and Hyrum, her Ulfric and Freki and best friends, considers them her family.
Enemies: Werelions. Anyone that crosses her family.
Lover: Whoever she chooses.
Extra Powers:
*Telepathy with other members of her Clan.
Character History: (Should Be As Long As Your Age)
I was born on Saint Valentine's day, pretty fitting if you ask me. I had been born in to america's only natural born werewolf family, at the time anyway. My father had expected an alfa male to hand the reigns to, instead, he got me. My mother hadn't been disappointed, atleast that was what they told me. She hadn't shifted form fast enough after I was born and well.. The damage had been too much. Again, that was what they had told me, so who the hell knows what really happened. After she died, she wasn't talked about much.
No mother and a werewolf for a father, will pretty much screw up a little girl. He didn't get his alpha male, but was pleasantly surprised to get an alpha female. When I had finally changed form, on my thirteenth birthday, I had taken down two of the toughest woman in our clan. I was a fucking prize, Richard, one of the alpha males, had so nicely put it to my Daddy. One week later, that same asshole had challenged my father for his position as Ulfric.
I'm not going to get in to it, but long story short, I had to watch my father get his throat torn out, by a man who watched me the whole time. You just don't know how fucked up something will make you, until it actually happens. Watching my father, my only real family, die in such a terrible way.. It sent me over the edge.
I left the clan that day. I spent four years on my own, training, getting stronger, so I could make Richard pay for what he had done. And when I got home, I had done just that. I had torn him apart, in a fair fight. I might not have been able to do it, if I hadn't had all that pent up rage. My wolf, she tore him to bits. That same night, I left my clan again, and this time I left them with no leader.
The next few decades, are still a blur to me. Once in a while I get a couple flashes of memory, but nothing in full effect. Sárán had told me once that it had been the blind rage that had driven me. And from what i get in those little bursts of memories, he had been right. I had killed with no remorse, taken lives and stolen from people that didn't diserve it. But, I hadn't wanted to live, hadn't wanted to survive. And god dammit, but nothing I did, seemed to hurt me enough.
It wasn't that I was immortal, thank god, but I was pretty damn close. Being a natural born, made me age twice as slow as a normal shapeshifter would. On my 30th birthday, I was still passing for a child of only 15. It made it easier to kill which, at the time, was a blessing and a curse for me. Part of me, my mother's part, didn't want the rage. But, the part that was so angry always seemed to win.
When I was about 60, I met Sárán. And by then, I was tired and worn out, even the anger had died away. He practically nursed me back to health. He was always such a boyscout, so damn kind hearted. He took care of me, when I needed it the most. At 60, I still looked about 25 and that was about as old as I'd ever look. I'd lived and would die, in the body of a 25 year old, most woman would kill for that. I had killed enough.
Sárán and I passed for brother and sister and that was often the story we'd told. That was the story we'd told Hyrum upon first meeting him. He was beautiful, Hyrum that is. He had been the only man to make my heart jump since.. well, ever. The only problem, he was stronger than me.. He had fought his way to Freki and I had been right behind him as Geri. They were my family now, and they were all I'd needed.
The anger was never really gone, just hiding, right under the surface. It had made me in to one hard ass bitch, but it worked for me, so I went with it. Hyrum loved my sass he said. I would always smirk at him, showing a side of me that could have been, that would have been. But, the past is the past and I'd like to leave it there.
Role Play Sample:
"What the fuck, Sárán." He was fucking late, he was always fucking late. Ok, well I was always late, but dammit this time I was on time! I walked around the trashy dressing room, peeking in the mirrors as I walked by.
I was cute, well I thought so. Ok, I'd been told so. I'd spent fifty years seeing the ugly beast in the mirror, I'd gotten use to it. I tugged on my little blue dress, a knock off of Alice in Wonderland. I'd found it in a costume shop and I had fallen in love with it. Sárán had laughed his ass off the first time he'd seen me in it. Hyrum had had to leave the room. You know, the whole guys can't hide when they're turned on thing.
I turned back from the mirror to see Hyrum staring at me. I smirked and winked at him,turning all the way around. I hopped up on the table behind me, crossing my legs rather provocatively as I did. Hyrum let out a loud chuckle that was really a cross between a laugh and a growl. It brought a real smile to my lips.
We both knew we shouldn't be doing any of this. The mild flirting was good, it was fun. But, it didn't look like it was going to stay as just flirting. Werewolves have a different way of mating. Its a once in a lifetime thing to find your match. My father had said, that when he had met my mother, it was like he had spent years in the dark and she was the sun. I wanted that. But, did I really or would my darkness just be stealing someone's light. I didn't want to steal Hyrum's light.
