Post by Deirdre on Apr 23, 2009 0:43:43 GMT -5
Name: Deirdre
Age:18
Race:Werewolf Minus
Werewolf: only compelled to change under the full moon, but the wolf is always just under the surface and able to come out. However, it will only come out at its own volition.
Werewolf Minus: the wolf has equal to more control, making her a wild and unpredictable danger even in human form.
-->Resulting Abilities/Changes:Enhanced senses, night vision, strength, speed, can eat raw meats.
Physical Description:
Height: 5'4"
Weight: 122
Hair: Long, red
Eyes: Used to be hazel, now are gold.
Skin: Pale
Body Type: Fit
Clothing/Accessories: Simple clothes that tend to draw attention to her chest, makeshift necklace w/ bone, one simple ring w/rock, a dagger.
In human form she still retains wolf-like fangs and claws.
(Actress: Katherine Isabelle)
Personality:
While in a stable mind Deirdre is fun-loving; partaking in alcohol with others being her ideal way of having fun. She is open-minded, although she tends to be rather vulgar (but if you ask Deirdre she just thinks of it as honesty).
However, when the wolf is closer to the surface she is very likely to become wild, sometimes losing grip on reality in a bloodlust, and violent. She will not want others to come near her and will often react viciously to those who don't heed her warning. Deirdre hates these times when they inopportune, as they mean that she has lost control of herself -a feeling she loathes the most.
No matter what state of mind she is in Deirdre is very protective of those she cares about, prefers nighttime, is quick to anger (although if she's stable she's usually quick to cool down), likes to laugh, craves the outdoors, and is a fan of violence. From play fights to killing just for sake of killing, she revels in it. However, to keep control of the wolf she has to keep things to a minimum.
History:
Deirdre's not sure exactly where she was born, just that it was in a forest where Galen, her adoptive father, had gotten lost in and stumbled across her and a dead woman -her mother- whose stomach has been torn open by some wild animal.
Up until almost her sixteenth year she was raised in a small village in the middle of nowhere by Galen, who tried to get her over to their neighbors house as often as possible so that Deirdre could benefit from the motherly Mrs. Kyla Wynn and her two sons.
During those years Deirdre cherished her improvised family, but now she'd give anything for them to have never crossed paths.
(Warning: Kinda violent, mentions periods, and is very long.
If you don't want to read this all then just tell me and I'll give you the gist of it.)
Almost two years ago...
Deirdre let out another loud groan of pain, clutching her sides as if doing it hard enough would squeeze the pain out.
After breakfast she had felt some discomfort but passed it off as her body digesting something. Now, curled up in a tight ball on the grass between her house and the Wynn's home, she was mentally screaming at the Gods to tell her what was making her innards feel as if someone was twisting them as tight as possible.
A shadow fell over her before the familiar voice said, "Well that's an odd place to take a nap."
"Really Blair? You think this is what I look like when I sleep?" Deirdre snapped at Kyla's oldest son before grimacing in pain. "Honestly, you are such a stupid fu-"
"Well someone's in a bad mood," Blair said, smirking down at her. "A stomach ache too much to handle for our delicate little Deirdre?"
Giving him her best death glare she sneered, "If this was the other way around you'd be crying like a little girl. You know, like that time you found a spider in your bed, just with less shrieking." Another sharp pain ran through her. "Now please go get my dad, or your mother, or something you can knock me out with."
Blushing furiously he walked to his house mumbling what sounded like "it was a big spider" under his breath.
A few minutes (that felt like hours) later and Kyla was above her saying "C'mon now dear, up!" before practically carrying Deirdre into the guest room of her house and lying her down on the bed.
"What's wrong Deirdre? What's hurting?" Kyla asked, patiently listening to Deirdre's description while pretending not to hear the frequent swear words. After a moments pause with Kyla's brow scrunched up in thought, a conclusion was finally reached.
"Oh honey," she laughed. "I think you're becoming a woman!"
"What do you mean I'm 'becoming a-'" Then the meaning of it hit her. "Oh."
Kyla laughed again and said, "Don't look so glum! I know it seems bad now, but you'll get used to it."
Deadpanned, Deirdre said, "I don't want to get used to it. I don't want it at all. If never getting this means never have children, then I am very fine with that trade."
"I felt that way too. Now that I have Blair and Quinn, I know better," Kyla smiled and stroked Deirdre's hair out of her face. "Now, I have to go out, but you can stay here. I'll tell your father where you are and I'll leave some materials for when you start bleeding."
Waiting until Kyla had left the room, Deirdre turned her face into the pillow and screamed in anger an frustration before once again curling up in a whimpering ball of pain.
---
A cold sweat had broken out over Deirdre's skin and she was drifting in and out of consciousness, waking up whenever she needed to throw up more blood. The materials Kyla had left her were soaked through, as were the pillow and soon the bed. Kyla had been right when she said she would start bleeding, but Deirdre doubted she had meant this. When she had first thrown up and saw the blood she called for Kyla. When Kyla didn't come she called for Blair and Quinn, then her dad and Kyla's husband. When none of them came she started crying because she knew no one was home to help her. Then she started crying more when she realized her tears were red and that blood from her nose had run into her mouth. Her hands were already too covered in red to tell if anything came off her ears when she felt them, but she had no doubts that they were bleeding too. Eventually painful tremors starting running through her body, making her pass out from the pain.
---
A sound boomed through the room, so loud she thought she'd go deaf. Disoriented, she grabbed her head, wailing for the sound to stop. The sound continued, though slightly quieter. It took her a minute to realize her name was being said.
"Oh God! Oh God! Deirdre! Oh God, so much blood! Deirdre! Deirdre, what happened?"
Blair's voice pounded through her head like thunder, making her whimper and causing more tears to wash over her bloody face. She didn't notice them coming near her until hundreds of sharp smells invaded her senses, almost making her choke.
Kicking her hind leg out, Deirdre caught Blair in the chest, knocking him to the floor, and shouted, "GET AWAY FROM ME!"
Or rather, she tried. Instead, an enraged snarl ripped through air which now rumbled with an angry growl.
Looking at her in shock, Blair gasped and pointed at her face.
"Y-your eyes are g-gold! And your t-t-teeth...they're fangs!"
Shakily getting to his feet he approached her again, reaching out as if to touch her changes and ignoring the increasing volume of her growls.
With every step closer Deirdre's vision went more red while a buzzing filled her head like a hive of bees. Just as his fingers touched her face the red took over.
---
Groaning at the ache running through her body, Deirdre uncurled from her spot on the grass between her house and the Wynn's home. Getting up and stretching, her vision blurred out for a second before all her senses settled into place. It should have surprised her that all her senses were picking up on much more than before, especially that the night no longer seemed so dark, but it felt so natural she didn't question it. Instead she questioned why there was dried blood all over her.
Disjointed memories suddenly hit her, and she buckled to the ground sobbing as she remembered tearing Blair apart until he was unrecognizable. Just as he emitted his last scream she heard Quinn walk into the house, asking if Blair was alright. When he got no response he walked down the hallway, passing the door to the spare room where she leaped onto him from behind and sunk her fangs into his throat, then jerked her head so his neck snapped.
Her sobs increased as the fact hit her that she ate half of someone she considered a brother. Only, as she had eaten him, her body had changed more, fully taking on the form of a wolf. When she had her fill she had howled with [/i]joy, then ran out around the house tearing things apart. When Kyla's husband had arrived home reeking of booze she made quick work of him, then treated his body like a chew toy.
Her body started to revert back to its new human appearance before her mind did, so when Kyla got home she wasn't met with remorse but with giddy laughter as the hell-creature that looked so much like the girl she thought of as a daughter gnawed on the bones of her family.
Kyla got as far as the fence gate before Deirdre tackled her to the ground and bashed her dead against the closest rock until brain matter was oozing out of her crushed skull.
"Oh God," Deirdre whimpered, not wanting to believe she had killed them, but the evidence was drenched into her clothes. She doubted she'd ever be able to scrub their blood out of her skin.
Looking anywhere but the Wynn's home, she walked into her house as quietly as possible. Peeking into Galen's room, she could smell booze coming off him in waves and knew that he was passed out hard (how else could he not hear what had happened?). Backing away, she went to her own room and packed clothes and items into her smallest traveling bag. Once she finished, she went back to her dad's door and silently said goodbye before leaving the small village far behind.
After that night Deirdre never saw Galen again. Instead, she's drifted from place to place, afraid to stay in one spot too long and become a threat to the population.
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Age:18
Race:Werewolf Minus
Werewolf: only compelled to change under the full moon, but the wolf is always just under the surface and able to come out. However, it will only come out at its own volition.
Werewolf Minus: the wolf has equal to more control, making her a wild and unpredictable danger even in human form.
-->Resulting Abilities/Changes:Enhanced senses, night vision, strength, speed, can eat raw meats.
Physical Description:
Height: 5'4"
Weight: 122
Hair: Long, red
Eyes: Used to be hazel, now are gold.
Skin: Pale
Body Type: Fit
Clothing/Accessories: Simple clothes that tend to draw attention to her chest, makeshift necklace w/ bone, one simple ring w/rock, a dagger.
In human form she still retains wolf-like fangs and claws.
(Actress: Katherine Isabelle)
Personality:
While in a stable mind Deirdre is fun-loving; partaking in alcohol with others being her ideal way of having fun. She is open-minded, although she tends to be rather vulgar (but if you ask Deirdre she just thinks of it as honesty).
However, when the wolf is closer to the surface she is very likely to become wild, sometimes losing grip on reality in a bloodlust, and violent. She will not want others to come near her and will often react viciously to those who don't heed her warning. Deirdre hates these times when they inopportune, as they mean that she has lost control of herself -a feeling she loathes the most.
No matter what state of mind she is in Deirdre is very protective of those she cares about, prefers nighttime, is quick to anger (although if she's stable she's usually quick to cool down), likes to laugh, craves the outdoors, and is a fan of violence. From play fights to killing just for sake of killing, she revels in it. However, to keep control of the wolf she has to keep things to a minimum.
History:
Deirdre's not sure exactly where she was born, just that it was in a forest where Galen, her adoptive father, had gotten lost in and stumbled across her and a dead woman -her mother- whose stomach has been torn open by some wild animal.
Up until almost her sixteenth year she was raised in a small village in the middle of nowhere by Galen, who tried to get her over to their neighbors house as often as possible so that Deirdre could benefit from the motherly Mrs. Kyla Wynn and her two sons.
During those years Deirdre cherished her improvised family, but now she'd give anything for them to have never crossed paths.
(Warning: Kinda violent, mentions periods, and is very long.
If you don't want to read this all then just tell me and I'll give you the gist of it.)
Almost two years ago...
Deirdre let out another loud groan of pain, clutching her sides as if doing it hard enough would squeeze the pain out.
After breakfast she had felt some discomfort but passed it off as her body digesting something. Now, curled up in a tight ball on the grass between her house and the Wynn's home, she was mentally screaming at the Gods to tell her what was making her innards feel as if someone was twisting them as tight as possible.
A shadow fell over her before the familiar voice said, "Well that's an odd place to take a nap."
"Really Blair? You think this is what I look like when I sleep?" Deirdre snapped at Kyla's oldest son before grimacing in pain. "Honestly, you are such a stupid fu-"
"Well someone's in a bad mood," Blair said, smirking down at her. "A stomach ache too much to handle for our delicate little Deirdre?"
Giving him her best death glare she sneered, "If this was the other way around you'd be crying like a little girl. You know, like that time you found a spider in your bed, just with less shrieking." Another sharp pain ran through her. "Now please go get my dad, or your mother, or something you can knock me out with."
Blushing furiously he walked to his house mumbling what sounded like "it was a big spider" under his breath.
A few minutes (that felt like hours) later and Kyla was above her saying "C'mon now dear, up!" before practically carrying Deirdre into the guest room of her house and lying her down on the bed.
"What's wrong Deirdre? What's hurting?" Kyla asked, patiently listening to Deirdre's description while pretending not to hear the frequent swear words. After a moments pause with Kyla's brow scrunched up in thought, a conclusion was finally reached.
"Oh honey," she laughed. "I think you're becoming a woman!"
"What do you mean I'm 'becoming a-'" Then the meaning of it hit her. "Oh."
Kyla laughed again and said, "Don't look so glum! I know it seems bad now, but you'll get used to it."
Deadpanned, Deirdre said, "I don't want to get used to it. I don't want it at all. If never getting this means never have children, then I am very fine with that trade."
"I felt that way too. Now that I have Blair and Quinn, I know better," Kyla smiled and stroked Deirdre's hair out of her face. "Now, I have to go out, but you can stay here. I'll tell your father where you are and I'll leave some materials for when you start bleeding."
Waiting until Kyla had left the room, Deirdre turned her face into the pillow and screamed in anger an frustration before once again curling up in a whimpering ball of pain.
---
A cold sweat had broken out over Deirdre's skin and she was drifting in and out of consciousness, waking up whenever she needed to throw up more blood. The materials Kyla had left her were soaked through, as were the pillow and soon the bed. Kyla had been right when she said she would start bleeding, but Deirdre doubted she had meant this. When she had first thrown up and saw the blood she called for Kyla. When Kyla didn't come she called for Blair and Quinn, then her dad and Kyla's husband. When none of them came she started crying because she knew no one was home to help her. Then she started crying more when she realized her tears were red and that blood from her nose had run into her mouth. Her hands were already too covered in red to tell if anything came off her ears when she felt them, but she had no doubts that they were bleeding too. Eventually painful tremors starting running through her body, making her pass out from the pain.
---
A sound boomed through the room, so loud she thought she'd go deaf. Disoriented, she grabbed her head, wailing for the sound to stop. The sound continued, though slightly quieter. It took her a minute to realize her name was being said.
"Oh God! Oh God! Deirdre! Oh God, so much blood! Deirdre! Deirdre, what happened?"
Blair's voice pounded through her head like thunder, making her whimper and causing more tears to wash over her bloody face. She didn't notice them coming near her until hundreds of sharp smells invaded her senses, almost making her choke.
Kicking her hind leg out, Deirdre caught Blair in the chest, knocking him to the floor, and shouted, "GET AWAY FROM ME!"
Or rather, she tried. Instead, an enraged snarl ripped through air which now rumbled with an angry growl.
Looking at her in shock, Blair gasped and pointed at her face.
"Y-your eyes are g-gold! And your t-t-teeth...they're fangs!"
Shakily getting to his feet he approached her again, reaching out as if to touch her changes and ignoring the increasing volume of her growls.
With every step closer Deirdre's vision went more red while a buzzing filled her head like a hive of bees. Just as his fingers touched her face the red took over.
---
Groaning at the ache running through her body, Deirdre uncurled from her spot on the grass between her house and the Wynn's home. Getting up and stretching, her vision blurred out for a second before all her senses settled into place. It should have surprised her that all her senses were picking up on much more than before, especially that the night no longer seemed so dark, but it felt so natural she didn't question it. Instead she questioned why there was dried blood all over her.
Disjointed memories suddenly hit her, and she buckled to the ground sobbing as she remembered tearing Blair apart until he was unrecognizable. Just as he emitted his last scream she heard Quinn walk into the house, asking if Blair was alright. When he got no response he walked down the hallway, passing the door to the spare room where she leaped onto him from behind and sunk her fangs into his throat, then jerked her head so his neck snapped.
Her sobs increased as the fact hit her that she ate half of someone she considered a brother. Only, as she had eaten him, her body had changed more, fully taking on the form of a wolf. When she had her fill she had howled with [/i]joy, then ran out around the house tearing things apart. When Kyla's husband had arrived home reeking of booze she made quick work of him, then treated his body like a chew toy.
Her body started to revert back to its new human appearance before her mind did, so when Kyla got home she wasn't met with remorse but with giddy laughter as the hell-creature that looked so much like the girl she thought of as a daughter gnawed on the bones of her family.
Kyla got as far as the fence gate before Deirdre tackled her to the ground and bashed her dead against the closest rock until brain matter was oozing out of her crushed skull.
"Oh God," Deirdre whimpered, not wanting to believe she had killed them, but the evidence was drenched into her clothes. She doubted she'd ever be able to scrub their blood out of her skin.
Looking anywhere but the Wynn's home, she walked into her house as quietly as possible. Peeking into Galen's room, she could smell booze coming off him in waves and knew that he was passed out hard (how else could he not hear what had happened?). Backing away, she went to her own room and packed clothes and items into her smallest traveling bag. Once she finished, she went back to her dad's door and silently said goodbye before leaving the small village far behind.
After that night Deirdre never saw Galen again. Instead, she's drifted from place to place, afraid to stay in one spot too long and become a threat to the population.
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' Bloody heck, two jobs and a BUNCH of kerfuffle later, and I'm back AGAIN.