Post by Fayn on Jun 26, 2010 14:24:40 GMT -5
What the numbers say
Name: Britta Radcliffe
Age: 25
Gender: Woman
Birthday: January 13th
Height: 5 ft, 3 in
Weight: 107 lb
Sexuality: Pansexual
Shift: Madagascar hissing cockroach (Gromphadorhina portentosa)
What you see
Naked: Britta is very attractive, no doubt helped by her provocative clothing. She has round cheeks that come down to a narrower and sharper jaw line and chin. She has a small, cute round nose and full lips, along with perfect white teeth. Her eyes are large and vary from chocolate brown to mossy green. Her eyelids are always partially closed which gives her an air of mystery and intrigue, further emphasized by the way she styles her bangs to cover her left eye. Her glossy chocolate hair is medium length and is style in various ways, but her two main styles are either straight down with a shaggy bottom, or in a wavy style with more body. She prefers to keep one eye covered with her bangs no matter the style. Britta has a slim body with a full hourglass shape. Her bust is sizeable, especially on her small stature.
Clothed: She wears a highly customized version of designer clothes, using her prodigious sewing skills to trim and tailour to her own likes. Britta loves every form of expression so it is only natural that her open-mindedness leaked out into her attire. Her top is a short-sleeved Eurasian robe, pure silk and embroidered with flamboyant colours and designs. It’s very form fitting, and is mostly missing. The entire midsection is nonexistent, and the v-neck shows off some cleavage. The bottom is a small miniskirt that goes midway down her thighs, revealing almost all of her legs, under which she has gladiator style sandals. She wears a fanny pack on her left hip.
Who she is
Personality: Britta is very, very open-minded. She is so open-minded, in fact, that she has gained the reputation of being the freakiest girl everywhere she goes, or has ever gone. She is attracted to most people. Lesbian? Homosexual? Kinky? Doesn't even begin to cover it. She thinks sleeping with people of the same sex is alright. She also think sleeping with your own parents, siblings, animals ... basically, anything that has sex organs, is perfectly fine. You’d be extremely hard-pressed to find something she doesn’t find attractive. She has never been disgusted before, and is fascinated by many things that normal people would consider gross, weird, or uninteresting.
She doesn't even attempt to hider her feelings or thought, hence why she has a reputation and openly flirts with people she's interested in, even if they're already taken and therefore off-limits. She gets many reactions from those around her, and will discuss more squeamish ideas and topics half because she is interested, and half for the gross-out factour. Whether others are put off by her, find her funny, or completely alienate her, she enjoys it all and is always looking for more interesting reactions.
Despite what strange things usually dominate her mind, she's intelligent and friendly. Despite her reputation, she's not unpopular. She has many friends, half of whom are normal, half of whom are less so, and many guys are attracted to her open, adventurous nature. as many friends, and her nature attracts many guys. It's hard to call her bubbly, but she's articulate, enjoys expressing herself through words, and is a slick talker when she needs to be.
Her open-mindedness extend to all parts of her life. She eats everything (even "rotten" food), is up to most tasks, and is ready to befriend just about anyone. She can see both sides of any argument and prefers not to take sides. Everyone is right, and everyone should hold onto their beliefs. To that end, she's surprisingly politically savvy, an adept diplomat.
She also doesn’t act differently aroud different people. She's straightforwards and practical, comfortable (more than comfortable actually) with who she is.
Other:
She's living in the Verge Apartments.
She doesn't care about cleanliness.
She's the one who cleans up whatever's in the fridge at the end of the week.
She makes a throaty hissing sound deep in her larynx when she's mad.
She'll have an orgy in her room and leave the door open - feel free to join.
She smells like too many perfumes mixed together.
Sample: This is recycled, but it's from another shifter rp. Shark shifter.
This was wrong. He shouldn’t be able to come out this far…he shouldn’t…He took another step from the water, it tickled his bare ankles and he felt bare, in the open…there was nothing but a sharp chill to clutch his body out here. Everything was heavy… He pulled the carcase out of the dim water…any longer and it would probably befoul the other fish. It didn’t matter how bare it was…or that it had only been a couple of days since he dragged it in.
He held it by its crimson stained collar and threw it out onto the grass, the bank…he could already feel the oxygen beginning to take its toll, tugging at his lungs, fortunate that he was to have them, it tugged at his skin, irritating it…No one was around for now, but he surmised; they were all busy elsewhere, besides…
He tipped his head up, sending his long silver hair to tip back, the straight wet ends clinging to his body, his long fringe clinging to his face, obscuring it from view. “It’s going to rain…”
It was wrong. He shouldn’t be able to breath out here. He shouldn’t be able to live in this water…
He turned round slowly, as in a daze, his mark-less fine silver tainted skin letting a flicker of light ripple over it as the sun flickered between the branches of the thick trees that shrouded this part of the park from view.
His face was sombre and emotionless, his mouth and blue tainted lips not curved into any sort of expressive line. Dark blue-rimmed lines that faded out until they matched his skin surrounded the gills in his neck, as well as the set of three larger gill slits in his chest, just in front of his lungs.
It was wrong. He wasn’t like them. Either of them; the fish, The humans. He didn’t like this lack of belonging…but made-do just fine, he could remember his cage, six sides of glass, water filling the box right to the top, the water was strange, filled with chemicals to keep him calm…for he could break out if he wanted, if he felt he had to; but he didn’t, they laughed at the thought and self-preservation they took away from him.
He began to walk deeper into the water of the long deep lake that surrounded most of the park.
It was wrong. He didn’t need all this water…but he felt he should and stuck close to it anyway, he knew he could and should leave…
Hunger curled up his spine suddenly and he paused, only his head sticking out of the foul-looking murky din, he turned, hair brandishing a clever shield over his eyes, over his face, only his lips were in view, he spotted it, coming closer…none the wiser…he had no scent after all, he smelt like the foulness that ruined this lake, it wasn’t good for him here. But he couldn’t leave; that would be going against everything he was…everything he was supposed to be.
He watched the dog trot up to the side of the lake, another mongrel…he couldn’t say he cared for the taste…but nothing good came here anymore and he couldn’t abide the taste of birds.
The dog, beging the idiot it was, growled at the water, it’s fur bristling as the sense that something was wrong here, a whistle from its owner caused it to turn away, rows of jagged triangular teeth flashed into view, pressing against the blue-ish lips that parted in a make-shift grin, he moved closer to the bank, hidden by the murk, poised at the lake bed, ready to ambush from underneath, the dog turned back and was engulfed in the spray of murky water, it didn’t have time to react as it was dragged under, a mouth full of hundreds of equally dangerous fangs sinking into the underside of it’s neck, leaving its body to twitch uselessly as it gawped in reaction, eventually stilling, already cold.
