Post by Deleted on Sept 2, 2012 11:25:10 GMT -5
Player Title: Beya
Character originally created Dec 11, 2008
Full Birth Name: Isabeya
Alias/ nickname:Beya
Race: Werewolf
Gender: Female
Age: 37, still appears to be in her 20's
Physical Appearance:
Hair: She has long, brown hair that is wavy and silk-smooth. All traces of dye have left it after several years of no access to them. Au Wolf, Her fur is a calico-style and is shaggy around her belly and limbs.
Wolf Image
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Eyes: Always a captivating wine red, hidden behind long eyelashes.
Build: Muscular and skinny. 5’6’’ as human, 3 feet as a wolf, and 6’8” as a hybrid.
Wear: Beya is normally spotted wearing long, dark jeans and a dark shirt. Although most often her shirt is dark, you can see her wearing a white, ruffle-front shirt like a pirate's. Sometimes, if she knows she will have to transform quickly, she wears a short black dress with leather straps. This werewolf is aways wearing knee-high boots. Over the years she has switched heels for home-made moccasins. These boots have inner-pockets in which she conceals weapons. There may be up to two knives in each boot at a time.
Personality Traits:
Beya is a cold person around strangers, portraying herself as a 'don't mess with me, I bite.' type of person. She can be unlocked though, with the right tools. Once she is close to you, she is a loyal companion with a bond that can't easily be broken. She is loving, caring, and happy when around her friends and other guys, but reserved and calm around females. (I guess that came from her school years.) Since the death of her mate, Beya has become a bit more mature and reserved. She also spends much more time as a wolf.
Weaponry: Beya carries two knives, one is a dagger capable of inflicting a very deep wound. She calls it Bayne. Don't ask why. Her other knife ins a throwing-knife. It is called Schatsi. This weapon is perfectly balanced, and can fly straight as an arrow to hit a target at 200 feet. This is her most prized knife.
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History Summary: "Perfect. That's how you could describe anyone normal's life. Not someone like me, no, but isn't that what everyone says? 'I'm not like everybody else!' I just tried to blend in, but that means stand out. All my life I've been this way, so deal with it."
"My kid years, or pre-wolven years, I guess, were pretty normal for someone in my situation. I had always, always known about my species, or so it seemed, but was not permitted by my parents to tell anyone else, 'on pain of pain'. When I was a kid I was pretty happy, that is, until my tenth birthday."
"Don't get me wrong, finding out you could change in to a wolf seemed pretty amazing, but it came at a price. I wasn't allowed to tell any of my closest friends. They weren't like me. And I Had to follow this Alpha, which I was a leader (not a follower at any cost) and He had to rule over an unruly young female like me. Strike Moonshallow was what my 'rents called him. I still haven't met him, but I know who he is and have seen him."
"I guess I haven't grown out of my teen years. I was a rebel by nature, although I didn't fit in with my supposedly preppy crowd. I fit in more with the punk type, and the rockers. I didn't have many friends of the female gender, but preferred to hang out with the guys. They weren't as self-centered and dramafied. This was where I learned to be cold, and got my first taste of nicotine. Yes, it's terrible! I gave in to peer pressure! What a shame! Not really. I actually wanted to smoke. I was sixteen then."
"The day, oh the day of my eighteenth birthday! It was a total drag. That was when I left home to find a place to crash and a job. The beginning of a new adventure in life my ass! It was hell finding an apartment, but I managed to get a lovely loft. And I had to look for underground jobs. This meant being on the wrong side of the law. At twenty one, I was contacted by an unusual man, he was called James Silvertwixt. An offer for a job I couldn't refuse was issued, and I took it. I was then issued a revolver and a mission, to kill anyone that I was told. Yes, I am a Hit-woman; But that's by trade, not by conscience. I don't have one."
~May 24, 09~:
I have finally become attached, finding my true love in someone I had met before. Stramnnar, the white wolf that came from my past, had made it overseas to this place. As soon as he found my scent, he howled for me. Our song of souls had brought us together one more time, this time forever. The most scary and wonderful thing is, We are mated. It is so wonderful, and my promise has kept even when the two of us are periled. Stramn has been exiled from Strike's pack. True to my loyalties, I have chosen to go with him in to the world beyond our old territory. Burdened worse, the fact that I am pregnant with his and my only child. Our little boy will be born without a pack, or so it seems, just my mate and I. I have made a promise, and I never break them.
~August 29, ’12, An exceedingly brief summary of what happened during the Genesis~
“Years passed and I made friends, gained a husband and child, left my pack, then lost my husband and child both. Alaric was lost to disease. He was young, and although werewolf, the babe was not strong enough to combat the sickness that took him from me. Both he and my Husband were gone in the blink of an eye, it seemed. I lived for years on the edge of relative civilization, alone and in mourning. My wolf finally grew tired of this solitary life. Left with no choice but to return to my old pack, I ventured back into the city, only to find that Strike had vanished and Crystal had taken his place. ”
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