Post by ANDARIAL FEATHERSTONE on May 10, 2011 16:57:04 GMT -5
ANDARIALFEATHERSTONE
You tried to take me
But I knew all along
You can take me
For a ride
I'm not a fool out
So you better run and hide
Lyrics- P!NK
• • HOPE YOU GOT YOUR THINGS TOGETHER,
hope you are quite prepared to die
FULL NAME: Andarial Faith Featherstone
NICKNAME: Andee
AGE: 27
BIRTHDATE: November 13
SPECIES: Shape shifter
GENDER: Female
ORIENTATION: Bi-sexual
OCCUPATION: Hunter/Pool shark
• • LOOKS LIKE WE'RE IN FOR NASTY WEATHER,
one eye is taken for an eye
FACE CLAIM: AJ Stewart
SKIN: Pale
HAIR: Pitch black
EYES: Emerald green
HEIGHT: 5'11"
WEIGHT: 145 lbs.
OVERALL APPEARANCE: Beautiful to say the least, Andee is tall and thin. So thin she looks almost unfeminine, but her face definitely speaks femininity. She carries high cheekbones of her family and a delicate nose. Her emerald green eyes are almond shape and have been known to change to a dark molten gold when she is using her angry, excited, or changing into her form into her jaguar form. Her hair is a dark onyx black and her skin the fairest white one could think of, so white her lips have no color. She wears black jeans, black combat boots that lace half way up her calves and different colored tank tops. On her torso she always has a black leather biker jacket.
On her body are the scars that come with the job, most of them are too small to matter because she shifts shape and heals. There is a large jaguar tattoo that is covered in tattooed flames that take up the upper half of her back.
• • DON'T GO AROUND TONIGHT,
well, it's bound to take your life
LIKES:
- Men and Women
- Fairytale love (though she'd never admit it0
- Coffee
- Chocolate
- Danger
- Music
- Dancing
- Good Scents
DISLIKES:
- Being ignored
- Losing her prey
- Evil Creatures
- People who are fake
- Using guns (even if she has to)
- The rapid growth of humanity
- The hunger
- Drugs
STRENGTHS:
- Healing- Her healing speeds up whenever she transforms between human and jaguar form.
- Physical Strength- She is stronger than most humans and can take down a full grown man with some effort.
- Endurance- She has a great amount of endurance for running and fighting, it come in handy.
- Flirting- She is a great flirt and can get just about any man and some women to bend to her will.
- Jaguar form- She can keep her most of her human thoughts in her jaguar form, unlike werewolves.
WEAKNESSES:
- Love- She falls in and out of love quickly, if she doesn't feel that pull in her soul then she is likely not to stay with that person for more than a week.
- Speed- She's not very fast even in jaguar form.
- The hunger- Usually she can keep her human thoughts in jaguar form but when the Hunger comes she is a slave to it. She usually tries to remove herself from society once a week so she does not kill a human and instead hunts animals to stave off her blood hunger.
- Temper- She easily grows angry and can't control herself or her mouth when she is truly angry. She is likely to strike and attack, usually getting herself into trouble.
- Women and men- She loves to flirt with either gender and often if she finds them attractive she will end up making a move on them.
FEARS:
- Losing her ability to shape shift (though it's not really possible that she knows of she still fears it).
- Going through life without finding true love.
- The Hunger taking control.
- Not being able to find her next adrenaline high.
- Being labeled as what she is, a shape shifter, and being killed because of it.
POWERS & ABILITIES: Shape shifting into a jaguar
OVERALL PERSONALITY: Andee is quite a pistol as some would say. She has a mouth that will say anything it wants at any time it wants whether it's smart or not. She prefers to fight usually rather than use words to solve her problems. When it comes to fights, she loves to use swords and daggers, or her claws compared to guns unless it it absolutely necessary. She is quite well versed in the way of the blade since she has been using it so long. Usually she always has at least two daggers hidden in her boots. She has no interest in drugs or most alcohol but gets her high from something else. Danger is her drug, the adrenaline rush it sends through her body causes her to get a high that she is so addicted to that she is constantly seeking that thrill, whether it is in relationships, hunts or just in everyday life.
She is somewhat of a masochist and takes pain quite well. Andee is danger in a neat little package. Her emotions swing from one thing to the next quite quickly, she can be laughing one second and then next she will have a blade up against your throat. Though she is easily anger and often on the edge she has a soft side to. She loves music and though she doesn't have the best singing voice when she's alone she will sing at the top of her lungs and get lost in the moment. She loves chocolates and coffee if it's made right, and hungers for the kind of love that stories tell about. Not necessarily down to the letter but perhaps the kind that where you look in your lover's eyes you feel that quake down in your soul.
She's a great dancer and flirts with about every man she sees. Her smile is usually a lopsided smirk that hides secrets behind it. When she is excited or angry her slight Scottish accent slips out to slur her words. She doesn't kill all supernatural beings, only if they have been killing or doing evil things.
• • THERE'S A BAD MOON ON THE RISE,
don't go around tonight
HISTORY:She was born in Glasgow, Scotland but her parents were from the U.S.A. They stayed in Scotland until Andee was ten years old and then her father got a better job offer and moved their family back to the United States and into California. It was there her family met her end. It was when she was seventeen, the night before her birthday. Her family was asleep in their house, Andee was shaken awake by her mother and told to hide in the crawlspace. Confused she did as she was told, but kept the crawlspace open enough so she could see what happened.
Two men came in and without the need for weapons or physical touch they threw her mother across the room and killed her. Andee managed to stifle the sobs that choked her, but as soon as she was sure the men were gone she left the crawlspace. Cradling her mother she cried, cursing the men who had brought her world crashing down. She left her mother there and found her father dead too. Determined, she left the house, grabbing the keys to the car and somethings she needed.
That day she left the world she knew behind. She began hunting. Through her hunts she found something she never thought she would be a way to be happy again. Andee found a way to change her soul and become a shape shifter. She changed and cursed her soul after she found a book in the library of a town she can no longer remember the name of. She took on the form of a jaguar. That form became her salvation.
Her first kill after her transformation was the very demons that killed her parents (well more like exorcism). No longer was school important. She got fake ids, became a pool shark, and started training herself with weapons. She had only done a little shooting in her life (she used to hunt deer) and had, had a few fencing classes but that put her right at home with the weapons. She has become quite skilled and is now hunting things she would never dream about hunting in the beginning of her career, with the help of her jaguar self.
• • WELL, IT'S BOUND TO TAKE YOUR LIFE,
there's a bad moon on the rise
ALIAS: Andee
OTHER ACCOUNTS: None
EXPERIENCE: 8 years
WHERE DID YOU FIND US: Proboards Support
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:He had wandered into the library after deciding his next class was entirely too boring to sit through today. So instead of actually going Alastair had slipped out into the rain, enjoying the feeling of the big drops sloughing off his frame in huge amounts. They seemed to gather together right before they touched him and then washed over him like a bucket of water. Though Alastair knew that was impossible. The rain was slightly cold, but warm enough that it didn't chill him to the bone. There was definitely enough of it though. HE was soon drenched, his shirt sticking to his skin and pants clinging to his legs.
After wandering around outside for a good thirty minutes, he ended up going back inside and felt suddenly way too hot. His blazer and vest had already been discarded and were both hanging limply from a finger over his shoulder. The tie was still on though and all buttons done up tightly. Not that it mattered that no skin was shown, you could practically see through the white shirt that dripped onto the floor beneath his feet. He made his way toward the one place he knew he would be safe from prying questions about why he was hanging about, the library.
As he walked his shoes made a squishing sound and it made him chuckle. He loved rain, it was a wonderful thing that refreshed the earth every time it came about. He soon arrived at the door he had been looking for and pushed it open. Glancing around, before he entered, he saw no one who proved to be a danger to his good mood. So he quickly grabbed a few paper towels from one of the cubby holes in the desk up front and wiped his hands dry. He wandered into the fiction section, his elegant fingers skimming the spine of books as he read the names, looking for something to read.
Eventually he found something, it was in English (thankfully) and complete fiction about some type of place where demons were being set upon children. It was interesting, to say the least. Something that worked his brain as it often didn't explain certain things and he had to wonder what was going on. As he walked down the aisle, flipping the pages quickly, he stepped up to a shadowy alcove from which someone spoke.
Quirking a brow he glanced up, marking his spot with a small fold of the page and he smirked at the boy sitting in the corner. Alastair snapped the book closed and said, "Well, look like you had the same idea I had, except with some different intent. Why should I bother flipping my pages quieter? This is a library and is meant for reading, not sleeping." His eyes glimmered with mischief as he said this, a challenge in his voice.
