Post by Jerry Flitz on Jun 29, 2010 11:54:39 GMT -5
My name, so you say, is Jerry Flitz is it not?
Name: Jerry Flitz
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Solitary Straight
Shift: Albino Zebra
Appearance:
general clothing;
Jeans and a loose top, tanktops if she must. However Jerry prefers covering up as much body as she can and keeping away from the other (louder) 'shifters who she resides with. Often she has headphones on, and some cards or a pencil and paper at her fingertips -- a true introvert despite her love of drawing people.
Personality: The Introverted Zebra Jerry keeps to herself most of the time. She becomes extremely uncomfortable in large group settings, and often breaks out into mild panic attacks (this is due to a childhood incident). She cannot stand to be locked in any way (handcuffs, doors, etc). She has a terrible habit of mumbling things if she's surprised by someone talking to her.
One of the few topics that can get her interested in something is drawing, and her favorite medium is pencil / pen and paper. She has several binders, folders and notebooks filled with five second doodles of real life that she watches happen all around her (but her favorite thing to draw is humans).
History: She was born a quiet baby, and all the doctors and her parents thought that because she didn't scream and wail -- or cry for anything that there must have been something wrong with her. From the start, Jerry would just stare out at things, watching with "owl eyes". These eyes watched many things happen, they witnessed the brutal attack on her mother by her drunk father one night, and the court trial in which he was sent to jail and divorced. Watched her mother struggle being a single parent until Jerry was given to her mother's grandparents. She barely saw her mother after this, and grew up quiet in the home of her grandparents.
Being the silent kid, the rest of the children in school picked mercilessly on her, making her withdraw further into herself. (One particularly bad incident was that the cruel boys at the school locked her in the janitor closet (a very small one with no lighting), and it took the school five hours to find her). This continued all through high school -- and when she graduated, she thought that college would be different, sadly, Jerry found this to be completely not true and dropped out.
It was the night that Jerry dropped out (she was at the horse farm associated with the school), wishing that she could be as bold, brave and noble as a horse, that a startling change overcame her. One minute she was watching the horses in the pasture-- and the next, her skin felt hot and itchy -- painful! It was over almost as soon as it had begun, and outside the pasture fence -- was a light colored albino zebra. She left out a high whooping sound of surprise and leaped into the air.
After she'd transformed back, she's received an invite to one of two locations for "her own safety". Having no where else to go, Jerry found herself, with a bag of her belongings in hand heading out.
Other: Prone to dangerous reactions of surprised. (aka, boys, watch your manhoods!)
Relationships:
Occupations: Keeping to herself
Residence: Origin Apartments
Pets: None
Likes: Horses, other animals, reading and drawing, sunny spaces
Dislikes: Group contact, comments about her eyes & tight shirts, complete darkness
Hobbies: Running, reading, writing & drawing.
Sample:
[from a former Shifter RP, run by Wren]
It briefly crossed the rat-shifter’s mind to wonder where Deuce had gone of too. But the wolf-shifter was known for his wandering and loner nature. Plus she’d never seen him come back torn and bruised, so it really didn’t matter to her where he’d been. After all, she was hunting. Maybe just metaphorically, but hunting non-the-less. With a burst of chittering teeth the rat sat back on her haunches and bunched her hands in front of her chest, nose stuck into the air as she sniffed.
Then she was running again, well, hoping / running really. It was a speedy, ground eating gait. She nearly skittered on her nose when she struck the scent of both Wil and Liam. She paused, back on her haunches and snorted softly, for a moment it looked like curiosity would get the best of the rat shifter and she’d follow the two boys to see what naughty trouble they could get into… but she had a mission. Mission; socialize Madoka – and then hunt down that skirt Merle.
Again she was bounding off. Paex found old scents, but it was the newer ones she was more interested in. Of course, over all the small crevices Madoka’s scent lingered. It confused the rat for a moment, which made her smile wilily. Best spy, that was Madoka. And now Paex was going to school Madoka. Maybe. It took a little while, but Paex came across a trail that was marginally fresher than the others. “You’ll have to do better than that Madoka,” Paex said, diving into the gloomy burrow. Paex did get lost just once, who made a burrow that had three exits? She grumbled and then got along the right path again.
The rat shifter both felt her pride grow AND her annoyance. It was a game of TAG. Not a game of LIFE OR DEATH. But she supposed that was Madokas way. The silly little fox. But Paex was smart, and she used not only her head, but her nose. Instantly she took the high grown (up a treet, whee!) and scouted the area. Madoka’s scent was everywhere. “I bet she thinks this is great fun. Clever little fox. But I’m cleverer.” From her position on the tree she shifted back, as her eyesight as a human was much better than her eyesight as a rat.
She scanned the ground at least twice. And then again she couldn’t be too careful, Madoka was twice as smart as anyone when it came to hiding. She froze as something caught her attention. Was that a glint of golden eyes? A flick of a black ear in that broken concrete hollow? Paex watched the location, breathing slowly and in a controlled manner. Then a savage smile broke out on her face. Now it was time for Paex to turn the tables. She shifted back into rat form and scaled the trees methodically, checking every now and again that the fox was still there, watching the same spot.
Poor hun, she’s not expecting this. Paex thought and then chattered quietly. She hopped and buzzed from one rock to another, hiding with ease and finally scaling as silently as she could above the alcove the fox was sitting in. She rested a moment on top of it, looking at the den. She supposed that’s where she would have come out had she not used her human intellect to change her tactic. The rat angled her ears down and listened. Breathing, shallow, almost silent. Madoka. Paex crept closer to the edge and finally stuck her snout and eyes over the edge.
“Found ya, foxy!”
Origin Apartment
Diet: Mostly Salads, little to no meat.
Skills: Making salads & cutting greens. Can draw humans well.
Schooling: Graduated from High school and completed first year college before dropping out.
Habits: Biting her fingernails, staring blankly at someone when she's drawing. sleeping lightly, being in the biggest room, or outside.
Criminal Record: None
My experience
Roleplaying Experience: …. something like 11 years. Sorta
Sample:
[from a Subeta RP]Waking up was always the hardest part of the day for Ev. He actually hated waking up from his dreams of walking and running with his own two legs, only to wake and find that his knees were tight with pain and burned if he attempted to walk with them on his own. He sighed dejectedly and looked over at the one thing that made his everyday life worth living, Excare lifted his brutish and rather ugly head up and turned towards where he heard the boy rustling about on the bed next top him. The dragon was just as large as the bed – and if Ev’s parents didn’t insist upon it, he would be sleeping on his best friend instead of in his bed.
Rolling himself over, he stroked down the middle of the Skullion’s back, letting the sightless dragon know that he was about to roll over onto him and mount up. Appropriately, the dragon rolled, exposing the bit of neck that he had that wasn’t covered in large spikes that threatened to put holes in anything that attempted to ride on his back. Carefully, Evelar swung his leg over the scaly back and settled his leg into the strap to hold it securely. After fixing the same for both legs, he looked at his handiwork. Both his legs were double wrapped in sheepskin to keep them warm out in the town. He patted Excare’s right side delicately with his foot and the dragon rolled to his feet smoothly.
Without thinking much about it, Ev asked the dragon to head to the kitchen (which was easy to find as there was the smell of sheep cooking on the stove. They headed out (Ev ducking to make sure he didn’t do something stupid like brain himself on the doorjams), and came out into the kitchen. Luckily, Excare was so used to the routine that he sat down next to the table and reached his lion-like head down and feasted on the warmed (but not cooked) sheep meat. Ev looked at his parents and felt a swell of joy in his chest. They were such tolerant Vikings, loving and wanting to look after their son the best they could despite his… deformities. “Mornin’ Mother.” He said cheerfully, and smiled at the welcome in return and the food placed down before him. This would have seemed odd for any other Viking home, usually they all ate in the Mead hall, however Evelar was sensitive about the piteous looks the other Vikings sent him as he rode in on Excare and struggled to sit down on the benches, so he had asked his mother how hard it would be to prepare his breakfast at home so he wouldn’t have to see those looks (piteous or not)
After finishing up their meal, they headed outside were all the other children of Berk were awakening and tending to their dragons. Ev eased Excare as the dragon started to bristle at the scent of all the other dragons there, his white nails punctured the ground before Ev patted him on the neck, putting the dragon at as much ease as could be had. He whispered to the Skullion about how great he was compared to those “winged bats” and that did more to soothe the dragon’s ego than anything else. None the less, they headed out into the village, greeting people as they strolled by. Some tossed out a greeting and others backed away from the vicious appearance of Excare. The dragon did seen them, but was used to the scent of their fear. All he cared about was the boy riding upon his back.
He rumbled a sort of purr sound that indicated how happy he was, Ev smiled and stroked the Skullion in the spaces where the dragon’s claws could not reach – and scratched roughly. Excare rumbled even louder at this and then yawned widely. His teeth were razor sharp, and though he’d never actually had proper reason to use them (unless he was hunting), the dragon still kept them in perfect condition – just in case. He was heading towards Hilde’s house without really thinking about it until he caught sight of Ulfr and then Hilde when she turned with a smile on her face. He blushed a bright crimson and sat back, telling Excare to slow down. Of course, only after that did he realize that the dragon HAD already stopped, and that was due to smelling Ulfr. If there was something Excare HATED it was that marsh dragon. Keeping himself as civil as possible, Excare hissed quietly before looking in another direction – and catching scent of Toothless. The Skullion’s claws pinned into the ground and it distracted Ev enough to know that if he didn’t get Excare away from these winged dragons soon – there was going to be a rather nasty brawl.
“Um, later. I-I mean, goodbye.” He said hesitantly, before turning on the dragon and loping off. He turned back a few meters from them and then sighed, he rubbed his legs ruefully before asking Excare to walk on into the forest, he had his drawing book in hand and there was a rock formation that he wanted to sketch somewhere near Raven’s Point.
