Post by rawlzie on May 14, 2013 22:27:40 GMT -5
INTRODUCING!
MARY-JANEDAWNSTEVENSON
MARY-JANEDAWNSTEVENSON
[/color][/size]NIGHTMARE
now your nightmare comes to life
NAME: mary-jane dawn stevenson
AGE: twenty-two
BIRTHDAY: may 5th
GENDER: female
SPECIES: shifter
ORIENTATION: straight
OCCUPATION: stable handDRAGGED YA DOWN BELOW
down to the devil's show[/center]
HEIGHT: 6 ft
WEIGHT: 150lb
BUILD: Very slim, leanly muscled like a runners body.
HAIR: Platinum
EYES: Green
INK AND PIERCINGS: Gauges, and tattoos pretty much cover her entire body.
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: Besides her tattoos, nothing.
POWERS: She's a shifter; shifts into a Campolina. click
PLAY-BY: Sara Fabel
TO BE HIS GUEST FOREVER
[/color][/size]peace of mind is less than never![/right]
FEARS: fear of being alone forever, the outcome of her explosive anger, the opposite gender
LIKES: photography, outdoor activities (any kind), singing
DISLIKES: blatant liars, spiders, thunderstorms
STRENGTHS: honesty and steadfastness
WEAKNESSES: commitment and is a loner
DEEPEST SECRET: her shifting ability, she doesn't want anyone to know, not even other shifters. oh, and she's a virgin.
PERSONALITY: Has no real attachment to people or any other species and finds peace in solitude and animals, mainly the ones she can shift into. Ashamed of her shifter ability and tends to hide from other shifters when going into heat is a problem, it makes her feel like an abomination. Tends to cold-shoulder people unless they make an extreme effort to have something to do with her and then she's questioning and blunt. Has extreme anger problems and has a tendency to loose them on those she cares about which makes her afraid of making any close friends or having steady relationship in fear of losing them.
HATE TO TWIST YOUR MIND
[/color][/size]but god ain't on your side[/left]
MOTHER: Carmen Stevenson - 45 - Large Animal Veterinarian
FATHER: Robert Stevenson - 47 - Disabled
SIBLINGS: None
CHILDREN: None
SIGNIFICANT OTHER: No one.
HISTORY: Had a normal, if sheltered, childhood and could never figure out until one day she shifted into a leggy, Campolina foal. Her mother and father were ecstatic but she considered herself to be a freak. Because of her mother's occupation she immersed herself as assistant to the equine side of the business, finding it easier to be around family than her own family. She continued to help her mother with the veterinary business until she was eighteen and then moved to Los Angeles in hopes to lose herself among the scores of people.
AN OLD ACQUAINTANCE SEVERED
[/color][/size]burn the world, your last endeavor![/center]
Hello. My name is Carmen and I've been roleplaying for eight years out of the twenty years I've been living. I found this site by Bru and I'm glad to be here. I play no other characters as well! By the way, I read the rules. Pinkly Smooth
RP SAMPLE!
A beautiful tragedy. That was what the island was. A wild and exotic land carved solely into existence by its inhabitants. Just what inhabited it would also be its downfall. The only bright thing in the existence of her surroundings was her own self, her face to be more exact. To be plain was something that refreshed her. It made her the one to stick out among all of the exotics, the pegasus, the unicorns. There was such a long list of differences in each species it almost didn't matter anymore. Nobody had preferences these days. It could be considered such a beautiful autumn night, the only sound was the wind whistling in and out of the cracks that littered the cliff walls and occasionally her own gusty sigh. Emotions were something of a blank wall for her. They wanted to paint bright colors in exquisite designs in her mind but all she could manage to do was tear that canvas to a thousand different pieces.
The moon hung like a bloated pearl orb in the wispy cloud riddled sky. She paused in her slow journey to the top of the cliffs to gaze at the sun's gentle sister. Moonbeams spun a dapple pattern over her coal black body, the wind picking through and lifting her long tresses. Her forelock shifted only a inch but it was enough to send spasms of pain throughout her face, furthermore radiating through her body. A run-in with a bastard guard dog at the Quarry had left her with only one eye. The bloody mess she had managed to keep hidden underneath her thick hair, but now the wind was smarting the wound and causing her to cringe inwardly.
She had managed to leave a scar on the disgusting brute, but not before he made her once clean body a marred canvas. Much like her mind. Nothing but tatters now. She gritted her teeth until she could feel them protesting, her jaw loosening only after the pain had subsided to a dull, mad throb. It was as if her face now had its own heartbeat. It was annoying, it was frustrating, and most of all it pissed her off and she would get her revenge in some way. She still hadn't moved from her standstill position but now she rocked back on thickly muscled haunches to launch herself up the last few meters. The clattering of pebbles scattering away from her and off the edge of the cliff echoed in the lonely place. The muscles in her jaw twitched as she open her mouth and bellowed. It held every single sad memory; the heartache of losing the only father she had ever known, the loose bond she had with her children, the earthquake feeling of loneliness in her miserable life.
(From Cimoron Island)
THIS TEMPLATE WAS CREATED BY SIN OF ESCAPE THIS AFTERLIFE. STEAL THIS AND SHE'LL SEND HER KILLER HAMSTERS OF DOOM AFTER YOU AND HAVE THEM CHEW YOUR EYES OUT OF THEIR SOCKETS. LYRICS BELONG TO NIGHTMARE BY AVENGED SEVENFOLD.
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