Post by macadamianut on Sept 4, 2010 11:52:31 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]Just...
Short-Answer Portion![/u]
Name: Kaiya Elanora Waratah
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bi-curious
Shift: Tasmanian Tiger
Likes & Dislikes:
Likes:
~ Water/Swimming
~ Climbing
~ Nature
~ Discos
~ Bars
Dislikes:
~ Firearms
~ Politics
~ Cages
~ Shoes
~ Clothing
Hobbies:
~ Climbing
~ Swimming
~ Eating
~ Dancing
~ Sleeping in odd places
Pets: None. She keeps eating them...
Diet: Meat, alcohol, meat, cheese, meat, water... did I mention meat?
Skills: She is good at tracking, kick-boxing, eating large amounts of food, and sleeping well in odd/difficult circumstances.
Schooling: Finished public schooling.
Habits:
Good:
~ When killing, makes sure the prey is dead... by eating it.
~ Bathes every morning
~ Always looking around to be cautious
Bad:
~ Bites nails (not always her own, either)
~ Bites when excited
~ Drinking...
Criminal Record: One DUI, three underage drinking, and one record doing a week of community service as a repeat offender.
Pictures:
Sweepy... =_=
I dare you to sleep now...
Bright hair is bright!
TIGER MODE!
Visual Specs:
Standing at around 5'7" (174cm), Kaiya is one of the taller ones from her home tribe near Alice Springs. Her hair is naturally a lighter brown than chocolate, but she insists on dying it orange. One of her eyes is a lighter brown than the other, but it is barely noticeable unless you look into her eyes for a considerable amount of time. She is mildly tanned, and likes to wear eyeliner. There is a birthmark that looks similar to a tiger stripe that runs along the side of her cheek. It is often mistaken for a cut.
Clothing: Not a big fan of clothing at all. Not at all. Besides eyeliner, she only wears an easily removable black vest and a short skirt. No, she does not wear underwear... well, only on special occasions. She wears as little clothing as she possibly can so that she does not have too much trouble when shifting and getting out of her clothes. She dislikes jewelry and walks around barefoot.
Long-Answer Portion!
Personality:
An empathetic and environment-loving girl by nature, Kaiya tries to be a hero when she sees an opportunity. She is laid-back, hospitable and level-minded. She can sometimes be emotional, but she tries her best to stay on the practical or more logical side of things. Along with being a kind girl like that, she does have her dark side. Having been raised in a modern lower-classed socioeconomic family, she was never properly educated on lady-like manners and morals. She is a sweet enough girl, but she is also one helluva party animal, her weekend escapades lasting for as long as... well, the whole weekend. Because of this, she had developed a strong love for alcohol. She is not so much of a flirt, but it is more like she is just wild enough to let herself be taken over easily. She does not care about that stuff or the value of reproduction. She just wants to have fun.
History:
Hello. My name is Kaiya Elanora Waratah. My mother calls me "Kaiya", my friends call me "Kai", or sometimes "Ellie" if they are my white friends. I was asked to give a description of my life up to this point, so I will go ahead and tell you.
I was born on March 24, 1991, which makes me 19 this year. Under western zodiac, that makes me an Aries, or a ram. My mother, Gulara Waratah, is a shifter, too. That is how I got my power. She shifts into Dingo, that's why my shift is not too far off. My shift is not very rare in my tribe, but the elders were particularly surprised and somewhat disgusted at me for acquiring such an animal. Before I forget, my tribe is called 'Arrernte'. We've lived in Alice Springs for over 20,000 years. I call it my tribe even though they don't totally see me as a part of it. I know, how cliche, right? You would think that the elders would get over the whole fact that my real father is a white man who had a fling with my mother all those years ago and just accept me. I mean, I know my heritage, I shift into a Tasmanian Tiger, which makes me valuable for assisting in hunting, the big hunter fellows even trained me how to go tracking and everything. I've done my walkabout, I've caught and killed, but still. The stubborn old bags, I guess they're all just stuck in the past.
As I said, I shift into a Tasmanian Tiger. They're supposed to be extinct now, but I guess the ones that people report seeing on the telly are just a few of the people in our tribe on the hunt or something. The elders knew I was going to be a shifter... something special 'bout the way my mum was pregnant, they said. Whatever special medicine they used to figure that out, they were right. I was taught how to shift when I was just five. It was painful at first. They told me it was part of who I was. For my walkabout, I spent most of it in my Tassie form. I may have gotten seen, but no one ever believes Tassie Tigers still exist, they were officially declared extinct about ten years ago or something. I don't know, i was not really paying attention.
Like I said, we lived in Alice Springs, which is in the center of Australia, in the Northern Territory. You know Ayers Rock? That big, red rock in Australia? Yeah, that's the place. I was raised in heritage by the tribe and all, but stupid government laws state that I have to go to school. I did. I went through public school. It was alright. I got teased a lot at first because I'm a "creamy", which is what they call the kids who are half white and half black. It's supposed to be mean, but I thought it sounded a little cute. I even called myself that sometimes.
Elementary school was nice enough, so was middle school. High school came around, though, and a lot of stuff was going on. Guys wanted to touch girls, girls wanted to be touched by guys. I was no exception. My instincts were always a little more animal-like than most girls. You can imagine why. That plus the fact I never had much of a taste for clothing, you can tell I lost myself pretty fast. I think I was fifteen then... we were out drinking behind the school. It was getting really dark and one of my mates, Rudy, was really out of it. I had to take him home and well... you can guess. We never hooked up, though. It was just for pride, really.
After that day, I really began to hit it hard with a lot of things. Going out late, drinking, partying, stalking away back home to sleep or running far into the desert and shifting so I can shift safely and nestle in the deep blades of the Spinifex. My mum did not really like my habit, but the elders blamed it on my impure blood. I did not like the fact that that was the sole cause of it. After high school, my mum said she located my real father and that she was going to send me over to him after christmas. I was a little less than happy, but the idea of seeing my real father for the first time was also something nice to look forward to, and the fact that he was the one who paid for most of my flight and let me stay with him--the fact he wanted to see me--was kind enough to make we not feel as bad about going. So, after New Years day, I got on a plane and headed for America.
I landed in JFK Airport in New York. Most difficult things I had to get through was customs. Do you have any idea how hard they hit you in the USA? I though us Aussies were strict with the 'Declare or Dump it' rule, but the Americans don't mess around. The airport was a nightmare. First of all, the dogs kept barking at me because they could smell my animal scent. And, because the Tassies are so bloody rare, they flipped. If the airport was not so full of people I would have growled right back at them. So the guards took me aside, and the bloke who searched me looked pretty awkward when he realized I did not wear underwear. I don't, usually. Only on special occasions like a white man's party. If you're all out there, they find you rude. So they searched me, found nothing, and then they had the dogs sniff me again. This time, one of the bloody mutts started getting on my leg and all... yes, like that. The guards got really embarrassed and said stuff like, "Sorry, ma'am, they're usually very well trained, I don't know what could be the problem". I just smiled and said, "No worries!". A lot of little kids were pointing up my skirt, a lot of mothers dragged their kids away angrily. But, all in all, I made it out safe and alive. That is all that mattered.
I knew that from NY, I had to take another plane to Texas, because that was where my father was. His name is Larry Murrel, and he's gotten married to a nice christian lady and had a kid and all. Sounded cute. I just hoped that his christian wife was alright with me being an atheist and disliking the idea of religion altogether... I guess I had a distaste because it played a good role to kill a lot of my people... I can still have sore feelings about his sort of stuff, you know.
My flight was not until a long while later, so I went around the city, getting a old of the sights and sounds. It was nice, like a concrete wilderness. I got on a bus, and that was where I met a girlie called Rubi. She was nice, and we talked. But the bus got hijacked by some pooftah who thought he was so strong. Of course we were scared, though, the guy had a bloody gun on him! The bus skidded out of control and almost crashed. With everyone freaking out, I took the opportunity to shift and bite the idiot in the neck. It worked. From that incident, I also found out that the girl I sat next to, Rubi, was also a shifter. She was some love-child of a wolf and... the dog that looks like a wolf, whatever it was called.
I left her with a happy note, saying that I hoped to run into her again sometime. I mean, talk about luck. I spent the rest of my flight to Texas wondering how many shifters there were around the USA.
When I finally met my dad, he seemed nice and caring, but at the same time, so very distant. I don't think he really saw me as his daughter. In fact, I had the strangest nagging feeling that he only brought me over to impress his new lady. Their daughter, Lizzie, was a sweet little thing. But I did not really feel in the family, I felt a bit more like an outsider. Their mum was nice though, a gentle lady. She was nice to me even though I could tell she didn't like my atheism or my lack of decency in clothing. Later she asked me if I was a shifter. I said yes. She said I was free to shift around the ranch, that it was safe because they had another daughter who was also a shifter. I met her later, her name is Cherokee. She said her mum named all the kids after Native American tribes. Speaking of which, I got along very well with Mrs. Evans because I told her I was from the Arrernte tribe in Aussie. They were nice, and I was willing to stay with them because they accepted me... that was until...
After a few weeks, Cherokee told me she discovered that my dad was planning to sell us for easy money. I already expected as much. I saw the way he looked at me when I shifted. A friend of mine back in high school had that same look when she found out that you could get money from the government if you're underage and got knocked up... needless to say from that event, if I let Larry have his way, things WOULD NOT GO DOWN WELL.
I decided to run away with Cherokee, to this place she told me about called 'Verge'. She said it was full of people--shifters--like us who want a place to stay. That was the most trusting thing someone other than my mother has ever promised me. I felt happy to be accompanying her, the night we escaped, I helped cover all out tracks and made sure it would be hard to follow us. Finally, being a tracker came in handy. I contacted Rubi and told her were were going to Verge. She said she'll meet us on the way, and we all met up and decided to head over all together. So, here I am now. In Verge. No home, no school--well, I finished school, but I mean no uni or anything--and, once again, no family. I have Cherokee, but I can tell that I annoy her a fair bit. She's a sweet christian girl, so I may as well seem like the bloody antichrist to her. I also have Rubi. She and get along more, and I know she doesn't mind my habits all too much. I know, I know, we're a fairly strange trio. But I'm sure things'll work out. They always do, somehow. Anyway, I'm done talking. Gonna go to the pubs and get pissed, cheers!
Other:
She is totally unaware that the drinking age in the USA is 21. She thinks it is 18 like in Australia.
Sample:
"Alright, everyone get the f*** down!" cried the man with the balaclava on his head. Pulling out a semi-automatic 9mm Jericho 914 F pistol, he shot at the roof. I knew that gun, I knew the sound of its bullets. Same gun the police use back in Alice Springs. I almost got shot by one of those things, they were the gun of choice in the police department, so I trained myself to learn its sound. I also knew that this guy was not handling it right. Bloody hell, hold it properly! I thought. You're stupid enough to shoot yourself in the bloody kneecaps with your posture! At least the police knew how to hold their rifles. I sighed, shaking my head in disappointment. I got down obediently nonetheless. The poof may not know how to use that gun properly, but he had it, which means I better shut up if I knew what was best for me.
I turned to Rubi, she was more scared than I was, but not all to worried either. Suddenly, there was a loud screeching as the bus skidded on some wet tar and the whole vehicle fell sideways. With all the passengers disoriented and whatnot, I took the opportunity to shift. It only took two seconds, and it affected me a lot less because of the adrenaline rush.
Bounding towards the hijacker, I opened my mouth wide, my jaw stretching twice the length of my face. I saw the look in the man's eyes when he saw me through the mess of people and flying debris. It was the look that a deer has when it sees a hunter. I turned the tables nicely. He, as a human, saw me. This meant I had to kill him... no trouble there. I aimed my jaw around his neck and...
CHOMP!
--------
The alleyway was dark, moist, smelling of mold and garbage. I was totally burned out. As soon as the adrenaline wore off, I realized how much pain I was in and had to chillax for a few behind and old dumpster. I saw that I was bleeding at my tail. It must have gotten cut while I was ducking out of the bus' wreck. Panting heavily, I suddenly had to hold my breath as I heard the pitter patting of large paws just rounding the corner of the trash bin I was behind. I quivered and hid, acting as a cat or dog would. I was surprised to see a large wolf. Well... a dog, really... no. Wait. Maybe it was a mix of a wolf and the dog that kinda looks like a wolf but isn't. I don't know, all I cared about right then and there was "where do I escape through?", and "very, very, very fast".
But something struck me about the wolf. It seemed exhausted, too. Frightened, almost, panting heavily like it was running away from something. Running away... I looked into the wolf's eyes and saw that they were a shocking hazel brown color, flashing like the eyes of an animal looking at an oncoming train. Rubi...?
Poking my snout out a little and sniffing at it, I shifted back into a human, reaching out my hand slowly.
"Rubi, is that you...?" I cooed, trying to hide the anxiety in my voice. "Are... you a shifter, too?"
My turn...?
Roleplaying Experience: Well, officially since 2007... but not properly and LITERATELY since 2009.
Sample:
"P-Pip? P-Pip, are you here somewhere?"
The soft whispering voice of a younger girl echoed briefly throughout the deep forest, easily shadowed by the rustling of leaves and the gurgling stream. From the dense ferns that surrounded the trees, Akira was able to haphazardly push her way past. There had been sights of a raven that flew around in the Hyakuji forest. Ravens do not usually reside in dense places like that, choosing more less populated areas to make their home. A raven... she kept thinking. A raven that lives in Hyakuji... It had to be Pip. She knew it just had to be. Julian was gone, but if his pet bird, Pip, was still here, Akira was determined to find him. If you asked her why, she would tell you because she needed a symbol of Julian. She would not call it love, she would not call it hate... she would call it obsession. Goddam obsession.
The woods, though very beautiful, was not Akria's natural habitat. Far from such, to say the least. To start, her upbringing was not one surrounded by people, so the density of the rainforest suffocated her with all the branches and leaves shoving themselves in her way. Second of all, her wardrobe collection was also not one with attire suitable for rough trips. Her grey skirt, though made of some pretty durable fabric, was already tearing a little at the seams, having been snagged by a fair share of branches on the way. Her light blue shirt was also far from the clean color it started out with, having been stained with dirt that came from the barks of trees when she leaned on them for support. And, lastly, her demeanor and build. Such a meek and petite girl, so easily physically overpowered, was not made for trips in the wild outdoors. The girl jumped every time a twig she inadvertently stepped on snapped, and would get thrown back when a hidden branch flew back and smacked her in the face.
But still, she was desperate.
She wanted to find Pip.
She needed to...
"Cawww!" came a loud squawk, followed by a light thud!
Pip! Akria thought happily, pushing her way through the density towards the sound. Sure enough, she came to some sort of clearing and her eyes landed on a large raven, who was looking very much stunned. She knew it was Pip. It was. She could feel it.
"P-Pip?" she cooed. The raven looked her way. "P-Pip, it's me, Akira, r-remember? I'm... Julian's friend."
It even hurt her to say his name. It seemed to get the bird's attention, though, and the raven cawed once more before flying onto her shoulder and looking in the other direction.
"W-What are you looking at?" she asked, turning around.
... feral!
[/glow]Short-Answer Portion![/u]
Name: Kaiya Elanora Waratah
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bi-curious
Shift: Tasmanian Tiger
Likes & Dislikes:
Likes:
~ Water/Swimming
~ Climbing
~ Nature
~ Discos
~ Bars
Dislikes:
~ Firearms
~ Politics
~ Cages
~ Shoes
~ Clothing
Hobbies:
~ Climbing
~ Swimming
~ Eating
~ Dancing
~ Sleeping in odd places
Pets: None. She keeps eating them...
Diet: Meat, alcohol, meat, cheese, meat, water... did I mention meat?
Skills: She is good at tracking, kick-boxing, eating large amounts of food, and sleeping well in odd/difficult circumstances.
Schooling: Finished public schooling.
Habits:
Good:
~ When killing, makes sure the prey is dead... by eating it.
~ Bathes every morning
~ Always looking around to be cautious
Bad:
~ Bites nails (not always her own, either)
~ Bites when excited
~ Drinking...
Criminal Record: One DUI, three underage drinking, and one record doing a week of community service as a repeat offender.
Pictures:
Sweepy... =_=
I dare you to sleep now...
Bright hair is bright!
TIGER MODE!
Visual Specs:
Standing at around 5'7" (174cm), Kaiya is one of the taller ones from her home tribe near Alice Springs. Her hair is naturally a lighter brown than chocolate, but she insists on dying it orange. One of her eyes is a lighter brown than the other, but it is barely noticeable unless you look into her eyes for a considerable amount of time. She is mildly tanned, and likes to wear eyeliner. There is a birthmark that looks similar to a tiger stripe that runs along the side of her cheek. It is often mistaken for a cut.
Clothing: Not a big fan of clothing at all. Not at all. Besides eyeliner, she only wears an easily removable black vest and a short skirt. No, she does not wear underwear... well, only on special occasions. She wears as little clothing as she possibly can so that she does not have too much trouble when shifting and getting out of her clothes. She dislikes jewelry and walks around barefoot.
Long-Answer Portion!
Personality:
An empathetic and environment-loving girl by nature, Kaiya tries to be a hero when she sees an opportunity. She is laid-back, hospitable and level-minded. She can sometimes be emotional, but she tries her best to stay on the practical or more logical side of things. Along with being a kind girl like that, she does have her dark side. Having been raised in a modern lower-classed socioeconomic family, she was never properly educated on lady-like manners and morals. She is a sweet enough girl, but she is also one helluva party animal, her weekend escapades lasting for as long as... well, the whole weekend. Because of this, she had developed a strong love for alcohol. She is not so much of a flirt, but it is more like she is just wild enough to let herself be taken over easily. She does not care about that stuff or the value of reproduction. She just wants to have fun.
History:
Hello. My name is Kaiya Elanora Waratah. My mother calls me "Kaiya", my friends call me "Kai", or sometimes "Ellie" if they are my white friends. I was asked to give a description of my life up to this point, so I will go ahead and tell you.
I was born on March 24, 1991, which makes me 19 this year. Under western zodiac, that makes me an Aries, or a ram. My mother, Gulara Waratah, is a shifter, too. That is how I got my power. She shifts into Dingo, that's why my shift is not too far off. My shift is not very rare in my tribe, but the elders were particularly surprised and somewhat disgusted at me for acquiring such an animal. Before I forget, my tribe is called 'Arrernte'. We've lived in Alice Springs for over 20,000 years. I call it my tribe even though they don't totally see me as a part of it. I know, how cliche, right? You would think that the elders would get over the whole fact that my real father is a white man who had a fling with my mother all those years ago and just accept me. I mean, I know my heritage, I shift into a Tasmanian Tiger, which makes me valuable for assisting in hunting, the big hunter fellows even trained me how to go tracking and everything. I've done my walkabout, I've caught and killed, but still. The stubborn old bags, I guess they're all just stuck in the past.
As I said, I shift into a Tasmanian Tiger. They're supposed to be extinct now, but I guess the ones that people report seeing on the telly are just a few of the people in our tribe on the hunt or something. The elders knew I was going to be a shifter... something special 'bout the way my mum was pregnant, they said. Whatever special medicine they used to figure that out, they were right. I was taught how to shift when I was just five. It was painful at first. They told me it was part of who I was. For my walkabout, I spent most of it in my Tassie form. I may have gotten seen, but no one ever believes Tassie Tigers still exist, they were officially declared extinct about ten years ago or something. I don't know, i was not really paying attention.
Like I said, we lived in Alice Springs, which is in the center of Australia, in the Northern Territory. You know Ayers Rock? That big, red rock in Australia? Yeah, that's the place. I was raised in heritage by the tribe and all, but stupid government laws state that I have to go to school. I did. I went through public school. It was alright. I got teased a lot at first because I'm a "creamy", which is what they call the kids who are half white and half black. It's supposed to be mean, but I thought it sounded a little cute. I even called myself that sometimes.
Elementary school was nice enough, so was middle school. High school came around, though, and a lot of stuff was going on. Guys wanted to touch girls, girls wanted to be touched by guys. I was no exception. My instincts were always a little more animal-like than most girls. You can imagine why. That plus the fact I never had much of a taste for clothing, you can tell I lost myself pretty fast. I think I was fifteen then... we were out drinking behind the school. It was getting really dark and one of my mates, Rudy, was really out of it. I had to take him home and well... you can guess. We never hooked up, though. It was just for pride, really.
After that day, I really began to hit it hard with a lot of things. Going out late, drinking, partying, stalking away back home to sleep or running far into the desert and shifting so I can shift safely and nestle in the deep blades of the Spinifex. My mum did not really like my habit, but the elders blamed it on my impure blood. I did not like the fact that that was the sole cause of it. After high school, my mum said she located my real father and that she was going to send me over to him after christmas. I was a little less than happy, but the idea of seeing my real father for the first time was also something nice to look forward to, and the fact that he was the one who paid for most of my flight and let me stay with him--the fact he wanted to see me--was kind enough to make we not feel as bad about going. So, after New Years day, I got on a plane and headed for America.
I landed in JFK Airport in New York. Most difficult things I had to get through was customs. Do you have any idea how hard they hit you in the USA? I though us Aussies were strict with the 'Declare or Dump it' rule, but the Americans don't mess around. The airport was a nightmare. First of all, the dogs kept barking at me because they could smell my animal scent. And, because the Tassies are so bloody rare, they flipped. If the airport was not so full of people I would have growled right back at them. So the guards took me aside, and the bloke who searched me looked pretty awkward when he realized I did not wear underwear. I don't, usually. Only on special occasions like a white man's party. If you're all out there, they find you rude. So they searched me, found nothing, and then they had the dogs sniff me again. This time, one of the bloody mutts started getting on my leg and all... yes, like that. The guards got really embarrassed and said stuff like, "Sorry, ma'am, they're usually very well trained, I don't know what could be the problem". I just smiled and said, "No worries!". A lot of little kids were pointing up my skirt, a lot of mothers dragged their kids away angrily. But, all in all, I made it out safe and alive. That is all that mattered.
I knew that from NY, I had to take another plane to Texas, because that was where my father was. His name is Larry Murrel, and he's gotten married to a nice christian lady and had a kid and all. Sounded cute. I just hoped that his christian wife was alright with me being an atheist and disliking the idea of religion altogether... I guess I had a distaste because it played a good role to kill a lot of my people... I can still have sore feelings about his sort of stuff, you know.
My flight was not until a long while later, so I went around the city, getting a old of the sights and sounds. It was nice, like a concrete wilderness. I got on a bus, and that was where I met a girlie called Rubi. She was nice, and we talked. But the bus got hijacked by some pooftah who thought he was so strong. Of course we were scared, though, the guy had a bloody gun on him! The bus skidded out of control and almost crashed. With everyone freaking out, I took the opportunity to shift and bite the idiot in the neck. It worked. From that incident, I also found out that the girl I sat next to, Rubi, was also a shifter. She was some love-child of a wolf and... the dog that looks like a wolf, whatever it was called.
I left her with a happy note, saying that I hoped to run into her again sometime. I mean, talk about luck. I spent the rest of my flight to Texas wondering how many shifters there were around the USA.
When I finally met my dad, he seemed nice and caring, but at the same time, so very distant. I don't think he really saw me as his daughter. In fact, I had the strangest nagging feeling that he only brought me over to impress his new lady. Their daughter, Lizzie, was a sweet little thing. But I did not really feel in the family, I felt a bit more like an outsider. Their mum was nice though, a gentle lady. She was nice to me even though I could tell she didn't like my atheism or my lack of decency in clothing. Later she asked me if I was a shifter. I said yes. She said I was free to shift around the ranch, that it was safe because they had another daughter who was also a shifter. I met her later, her name is Cherokee. She said her mum named all the kids after Native American tribes. Speaking of which, I got along very well with Mrs. Evans because I told her I was from the Arrernte tribe in Aussie. They were nice, and I was willing to stay with them because they accepted me... that was until...
After a few weeks, Cherokee told me she discovered that my dad was planning to sell us for easy money. I already expected as much. I saw the way he looked at me when I shifted. A friend of mine back in high school had that same look when she found out that you could get money from the government if you're underage and got knocked up... needless to say from that event, if I let Larry have his way, things WOULD NOT GO DOWN WELL.
I decided to run away with Cherokee, to this place she told me about called 'Verge'. She said it was full of people--shifters--like us who want a place to stay. That was the most trusting thing someone other than my mother has ever promised me. I felt happy to be accompanying her, the night we escaped, I helped cover all out tracks and made sure it would be hard to follow us. Finally, being a tracker came in handy. I contacted Rubi and told her were were going to Verge. She said she'll meet us on the way, and we all met up and decided to head over all together. So, here I am now. In Verge. No home, no school--well, I finished school, but I mean no uni or anything--and, once again, no family. I have Cherokee, but I can tell that I annoy her a fair bit. She's a sweet christian girl, so I may as well seem like the bloody antichrist to her. I also have Rubi. She and get along more, and I know she doesn't mind my habits all too much. I know, I know, we're a fairly strange trio. But I'm sure things'll work out. They always do, somehow. Anyway, I'm done talking. Gonna go to the pubs and get pissed, cheers!
Other:
She is totally unaware that the drinking age in the USA is 21. She thinks it is 18 like in Australia.
Sample:
"Alright, everyone get the f*** down!" cried the man with the balaclava on his head. Pulling out a semi-automatic 9mm Jericho 914 F pistol, he shot at the roof. I knew that gun, I knew the sound of its bullets. Same gun the police use back in Alice Springs. I almost got shot by one of those things, they were the gun of choice in the police department, so I trained myself to learn its sound. I also knew that this guy was not handling it right. Bloody hell, hold it properly! I thought. You're stupid enough to shoot yourself in the bloody kneecaps with your posture! At least the police knew how to hold their rifles. I sighed, shaking my head in disappointment. I got down obediently nonetheless. The poof may not know how to use that gun properly, but he had it, which means I better shut up if I knew what was best for me.
I turned to Rubi, she was more scared than I was, but not all to worried either. Suddenly, there was a loud screeching as the bus skidded on some wet tar and the whole vehicle fell sideways. With all the passengers disoriented and whatnot, I took the opportunity to shift. It only took two seconds, and it affected me a lot less because of the adrenaline rush.
Bounding towards the hijacker, I opened my mouth wide, my jaw stretching twice the length of my face. I saw the look in the man's eyes when he saw me through the mess of people and flying debris. It was the look that a deer has when it sees a hunter. I turned the tables nicely. He, as a human, saw me. This meant I had to kill him... no trouble there. I aimed my jaw around his neck and...
CHOMP!
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The alleyway was dark, moist, smelling of mold and garbage. I was totally burned out. As soon as the adrenaline wore off, I realized how much pain I was in and had to chillax for a few behind and old dumpster. I saw that I was bleeding at my tail. It must have gotten cut while I was ducking out of the bus' wreck. Panting heavily, I suddenly had to hold my breath as I heard the pitter patting of large paws just rounding the corner of the trash bin I was behind. I quivered and hid, acting as a cat or dog would. I was surprised to see a large wolf. Well... a dog, really... no. Wait. Maybe it was a mix of a wolf and the dog that kinda looks like a wolf but isn't. I don't know, all I cared about right then and there was "where do I escape through?", and "very, very, very fast".
But something struck me about the wolf. It seemed exhausted, too. Frightened, almost, panting heavily like it was running away from something. Running away... I looked into the wolf's eyes and saw that they were a shocking hazel brown color, flashing like the eyes of an animal looking at an oncoming train. Rubi...?
Poking my snout out a little and sniffing at it, I shifted back into a human, reaching out my hand slowly.
"Rubi, is that you...?" I cooed, trying to hide the anxiety in my voice. "Are... you a shifter, too?"
My turn...?
Roleplaying Experience: Well, officially since 2007... but not properly and LITERATELY since 2009.
Sample:
"P-Pip? P-Pip, are you here somewhere?"
The soft whispering voice of a younger girl echoed briefly throughout the deep forest, easily shadowed by the rustling of leaves and the gurgling stream. From the dense ferns that surrounded the trees, Akira was able to haphazardly push her way past. There had been sights of a raven that flew around in the Hyakuji forest. Ravens do not usually reside in dense places like that, choosing more less populated areas to make their home. A raven... she kept thinking. A raven that lives in Hyakuji... It had to be Pip. She knew it just had to be. Julian was gone, but if his pet bird, Pip, was still here, Akira was determined to find him. If you asked her why, she would tell you because she needed a symbol of Julian. She would not call it love, she would not call it hate... she would call it obsession. Goddam obsession.
The woods, though very beautiful, was not Akria's natural habitat. Far from such, to say the least. To start, her upbringing was not one surrounded by people, so the density of the rainforest suffocated her with all the branches and leaves shoving themselves in her way. Second of all, her wardrobe collection was also not one with attire suitable for rough trips. Her grey skirt, though made of some pretty durable fabric, was already tearing a little at the seams, having been snagged by a fair share of branches on the way. Her light blue shirt was also far from the clean color it started out with, having been stained with dirt that came from the barks of trees when she leaned on them for support. And, lastly, her demeanor and build. Such a meek and petite girl, so easily physically overpowered, was not made for trips in the wild outdoors. The girl jumped every time a twig she inadvertently stepped on snapped, and would get thrown back when a hidden branch flew back and smacked her in the face.
But still, she was desperate.
She wanted to find Pip.
She needed to...
"Cawww!" came a loud squawk, followed by a light thud!
Pip! Akria thought happily, pushing her way through the density towards the sound. Sure enough, she came to some sort of clearing and her eyes landed on a large raven, who was looking very much stunned. She knew it was Pip. It was. She could feel it.
"P-Pip?" she cooed. The raven looked her way. "P-Pip, it's me, Akira, r-remember? I'm... Julian's friend."
It even hurt her to say his name. It seemed to get the bird's attention, though, and the raven cawed once more before flying onto her shoulder and looking in the other direction.
"W-What are you looking at?" she asked, turning around.
