Post by darkmignonette on Feb 4, 2008 21:40:45 GMT -5
♥Character's Name; Charity Rae Sanders
Name you want to be called; [Blue]
Character’s Nickname(s); Sweetheart, Red riding hood(nickname given to her by a childhood friend.)
Race; Werewolf
Grade; 11th
Age; 17
Birthday; June 22, 1990
History; Charity never knew her parents, who were killed in an accident when she was very young, leaving her with no family. Since she does not remember anything, it was not a very traumatic experience; however, she was put in an orphanage because of it. She was somewhat lonely growing up, only because she knew she was different from the other children, knowing she was a werewolf at an early age. She has been passed around foster homes, because once the family finds out about her 'strange habits,' (so far she has been able to kept her lycanthrophy secret) she ends up back at an orphanage.
She is ashamed of her 'curse,' leading her to become somewhat insecure and shy, but never depressive. The only downside is that she has a temper that kicks in when under extreme emotion.
She moved to Cold Creek with her current Foster father, who she does not like at all. She's waiting to turn 18 so she can set out on her own. She wants to go to college and become a poet.
Important Relationships; A boy named Uriel, who she met at one of the orphanages. It was puppy love, but he ran away, fed up with the people at the orphanage. He promised to come back for her, but her hopes were crushed when he never returned; despite this she hopes to find him someday.
Mannerisms; Smiles often, twirls a strand of hair around her finger when bored or nervous; looks towards the ground when embarrassed. Blushes easily. Submissive body language when in wolf form, snarling often in frustration.
Fears/Dislikes; Bullies(from when she was younger, not so much a fear of them, more of a fear for them) dislikes most men, water, and nighttime.
Likes; Animals(especially canines, of course), nature, literature & poetry, music, daydreaming, cheeseburgers, drama movies
Hobbies; Writing poetry, climbing trees, reading
Music; Soft rock
Appearance; Short height, big mahogany brown eyes, thick blonde hair with doll-like curls. Often wearing her favorite red dress.
Personality; Meek and naive, compassionate and understanding, lonely, determined & stubborn, a survivor, gentle.
Celebrity Playby; Annasophia Robb
Sample RP intro; Charity frowned, thinking. The last line of her poem sounded off to her, yet she couldn't place it. She usually didn't have trouble rhyming...guess today she just wasn't in the mood.
She stood up from her sitting position, setting her notebook down on the grass. She could go inside the house, sure, but the outdoors felt so much more natural, t he musky scent of the forest usually calming her senses.
But not tonight. The sun was going down, sending the day away and into dusk; the night would creep in and drive her humanity away with the sun.
The moon would show it's white face soon, and Charity would turn into that snarling thing she despised; she could feel the wolf's sickening enthusiasm in her veins.
The rising night pulled a strangled howl from her throat, an echo of warning, sending chills through any creature that heard.
Please run away, dear God, because I'm coming..
Wolf form:
Name you want to be called; [Blue]
Character’s Nickname(s); Sweetheart, Red riding hood(nickname given to her by a childhood friend.)
Race; Werewolf
Grade; 11th
Age; 17
Birthday; June 22, 1990
History; Charity never knew her parents, who were killed in an accident when she was very young, leaving her with no family. Since she does not remember anything, it was not a very traumatic experience; however, she was put in an orphanage because of it. She was somewhat lonely growing up, only because she knew she was different from the other children, knowing she was a werewolf at an early age. She has been passed around foster homes, because once the family finds out about her 'strange habits,' (so far she has been able to kept her lycanthrophy secret) she ends up back at an orphanage.
She is ashamed of her 'curse,' leading her to become somewhat insecure and shy, but never depressive. The only downside is that she has a temper that kicks in when under extreme emotion.
She moved to Cold Creek with her current Foster father, who she does not like at all. She's waiting to turn 18 so she can set out on her own. She wants to go to college and become a poet.
Important Relationships; A boy named Uriel, who she met at one of the orphanages. It was puppy love, but he ran away, fed up with the people at the orphanage. He promised to come back for her, but her hopes were crushed when he never returned; despite this she hopes to find him someday.
Mannerisms; Smiles often, twirls a strand of hair around her finger when bored or nervous; looks towards the ground when embarrassed. Blushes easily. Submissive body language when in wolf form, snarling often in frustration.
Fears/Dislikes; Bullies(from when she was younger, not so much a fear of them, more of a fear for them) dislikes most men, water, and nighttime.
Likes; Animals(especially canines, of course), nature, literature & poetry, music, daydreaming, cheeseburgers, drama movies
Hobbies; Writing poetry, climbing trees, reading
Music; Soft rock
Appearance; Short height, big mahogany brown eyes, thick blonde hair with doll-like curls. Often wearing her favorite red dress.
Personality; Meek and naive, compassionate and understanding, lonely, determined & stubborn, a survivor, gentle.
Celebrity Playby; Annasophia Robb
Sample RP intro; Charity frowned, thinking. The last line of her poem sounded off to her, yet she couldn't place it. She usually didn't have trouble rhyming...guess today she just wasn't in the mood.
She stood up from her sitting position, setting her notebook down on the grass. She could go inside the house, sure, but the outdoors felt so much more natural, t he musky scent of the forest usually calming her senses.
But not tonight. The sun was going down, sending the day away and into dusk; the night would creep in and drive her humanity away with the sun.
The moon would show it's white face soon, and Charity would turn into that snarling thing she despised; she could feel the wolf's sickening enthusiasm in her veins.
The rising night pulled a strangled howl from her throat, an echo of warning, sending chills through any creature that heard.
Please run away, dear God, because I'm coming..
Wolf form:
