Post by Avery Patrice on Aug 21, 2008 15:57:17 GMT -5
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The Player
Name: Brooke
RP Experience: 3 years or so
Other Characters?: Nope.
The Character
Name: Avery Patrice
Gender: Female
Age: 15
Species: Werewolf
House: Hufflepuff
Year: 5th year
Wand:
- 13 1/2''
- Cherry wood
- Chimeara Scale core
Special Abilities:
Appearance:
The young female tends to be very different in her style, and ways of doing things. Like simply walking can turn out as beautiful as untouched islands. Her walk is admirably graceful, while she tends to keep her features at the ready and looking around she seems slightly in space all the time. Nonetheless she gets her work done very quickly, making it confusing as to how she can look so zoned-out during class and pass with flying colors.
Changing the color of her hair seems to happen all too often with Avery. Though currently she’s admiring the shades of orange against her slightly pale skin. Due to her not spending too much time out in the open in her human form; and spending too much time in her werewolf form. It’s a wonder she has any color at all. Sitting in a complementary color change to her skin and hair, Avery has two beautifully almost neon green eyes. Just like dogs, if given the right conditions they were glow that distinctive green; much like a dog’s eyes.
If one gets the chance to pass through her dog-like behavior and see her up close you could notice her eyes flit around and look at everything. As well as that small habit of hers she tends to sniff; so she can inhale the scents of others and get to know more about them, such as whom they’ve been with.
Seeing as how she still has to age a bit more, her height seems like she’ll grow taller but for now she stands at a steady 5’3’’. Looks like she’ll never be a runway model.
Personality:
[[Alrighty so Avery has a very very complex personality, so I’ll go through by general and what not.]]
General
She’s very quiet most of the time; often ending lessons early with a quick ‘bathroom’ break when really she’s out romping around the grounds. Though she might not seem like it, she’s a pure rule breaker. Avery hates limits, and always at least attempts to break them. As a werewolf she tends to act rather canine-like. Having endured a severe bite; at least that’s what her parents think. She does dog-like things, she’ll crack open her mouth to pant; though her tongue doesn’t find it’s way lolling from her open jaws its enough to make the other students think she’s insane. Even in her human form she has incredible hearing and sense of smell. Though it’s not exactly up to what it would be; had she been in werewolf form it’s still pretty significant compared to human smell and hearing. Avery tends to stay in the back of the crowd, afraid of making friends and getting pissed one day and becoming the savage monster she truly is. Therefore she stays to herself and tends to avoid people she’s afraid will be her next victim due to their annoying attitude or bitchy behavior.
Another thing about Avery is she likes to be alone, any attention will make her cheeks pink with embarrassment. She hates being called out in class for being extraordinarily smart.
Angry
This is a big one in Avery’s mind; the reason why she’s stayed cooped up to herself for two years. In her human form she can control her changes; except when she gets angry. As soon as her blood boils she turns into a werewolf. She remembers everything in her werewolf stage, her friends, those she likes, names, and places, everything. The one thing that happens badly when she’s in her werewolf form; she cannot control her anger. So if she finds the person she’s pissed at; the person would be found the next day dead.
Other behavior found when she's angry or uncomfortable are all very canine-like. Though she tries to hide these they tend to pop out. When annoyed, angry , or uncomfortable she'll most likely lift her lip. When uncomfortable, angry, or annoyed she'll also let out deep very real sounding growls {they are real}.
Happy
Avery has two stages of happy. Alone happy, and with ‘friends’ happy. Though she tends to stay away from getting into being friends with people, some she can’t resist. So she has a couple friends. When in her ‘alone happy’ stage, her eyes gleam with contentment and her lips can be found tugging into a smile; yet she stays silent. With her ‘friends happy’ stage, she’ll giggle her harmonic laugh and cover her mouth sheepishly; eyes bright and that smile wider. She’s often quiet the entertainer around people she trusts. She enjoys making people laugh, and when happy wouldn’t mind singing loud and clear. {She’s a very very good singer}
Sad
Though it’s rare to find Avery sad, when she is she demands she be left alone to sulk. Her head will droop, and a whine can be heard from her throat. Her eyes seem less vibrant, and her posture tells it all. As well as that high-pitched canine-like whine.
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Character history:
Growing up in th UK; her mother told her everything that she'd be expecting when she turned eleven. Just like all Hogwarts students she too took a trip to platform nine and three quarters following instructions from the letter given when she was 11, and her mother’s know-how’s, bordered the busy Hogwarts Express and stayed there until breaks. On the breaks she came back to her home and lived happily with her parents.
When thirteen, and going into her third year when the next semester came up she went back to her bright home and enjoyed a normal week; until she got into a bit of trouble with the fuzz. Avery was caught shoplifting; a simple dare from her hometown buddies, it was off to court. The judge issued her one-hundred hours community service; and enrolled her in being a volunteer at the animal shelter.---xone night at the shelterx---
She’d heard about werewolves before but she brushed it aside, never in the muggle world! They all lived around Hogwarts right? Wrong. It seems that what she didn’t know was that the werewolves; some that were unaware they were really werewolves and brushed those strange happenings as ‘delusions’ or ‘nightmares’.
A short tiny girl carried ten metal bowls down the long corridor, moving the stacked dishes she gripped the handle and stepped outside into the muggy air, ready to feed the hungry dogs that awaited her voice. As she arrived she sang out “Dogs!” Unlike her normal singing ritual she hummed happily as she set the bowls down and gently pushed them under the gate with the toe of her sneaker. Smiling at each of the dogs she pushed her cheek up to the cage at some and allowed them to lick her face. As she reached the end; looking for the beagle she’d become fond of; he was no where to be found and in it’s place a large dog-like lanky animal stayed in it’s place.
“Hey buddy, poor baby has mange!” she cooed opening the door; not fearful of any mange she stepped inside; closing the door and kneeling down. Setting the kibble down she scooted it near his snout. Her head turned to the side slightly as he seemed to give out vibrations of growls. “That’s no way to be to your temporary momma!” she hollered running her fingers over the dog’s bony back. He must’ve been a Great Dane, she concluded; before the mange got him. Sighing she moved in as his growling stopped, kneeling beside him she gently nudged him over and scratched his tummy. As she did this she exposed the half-eaten corpse of the Beagle. Gasping she lurched back, tripping over the kibble bowl and hitting the ground hard. Her vision went fuzzy and her eyes shut, yet as she opened them drool poured down on her like rain and she took five or so bites from the animal.
The animal took off out the outdoor pen’s fresh hole. Crying and bloodied Avery pulled herself from the cage. She was taken to the hospital and treated for her wounds and given a shot for any diseases the animal might’ve had.
She lived for another week safe at home, relieved of her eighty remaining hours of community service. Though one night she was out; and spotted the full moon. Something inside of her flicked and she changed into a werewolf, her mother knew exactly what happened and nearly wept telling her daughter. It was safer for her, and other people for her to stay at Hogwarts until she graduated.
Avery understood and at the start of her new year she kissed to folks goodbye for a long time and left.
She lived out her first year, avoiding all human contact and becoming very confused. Was she supposed to like wolves? That would be bestiality though, and that’s illegal… Then came the question of her sexuality. Great; two questions rolled into one.
Unfortunately she found that she held traits of werewolves, the panting, the whining, the growling, the hearing, the sense of smell. It all was so saddening to her. Yet here she is; living another day as a werewolf. A monster
Role play Sample:
Gliding gracefully over the crunching grass a female seemed to dance into the forbidden forest, humming and letting out small beats from her mouth, yet not singing. Though she could sing; very well, she didn’t dare while she entered the forest, she put her game face on, looking nothing like the happy girl she always was when she was alone; and turned into a cold hard human. The look of serial killer was written on her face, one that could kill and feel no remorse. Hell she almost killed in her human stage before; though it was completely on accident of course. Sighing she leaped with angelic grace, her muscles coming up from underneath the surface and bulging as she did so. It was funny how she could hold so much muscle and keep it hidden while being a human. As her fingertips felt the rough bark of the beech tree she used her now very large triceps to pull her small frame atop the limb, she sprawled out on it, not in a hurry to get into her werewolf form and hunt, at least not yet.
Sighing she laid so the branch was between her legs and arms, resting her on her chest. Her wild hair hung down and she leaned back, sitting with the branch between her legs. She crossed her legs and pulled them up; her hands resting on the tree limb before her, lifting her head high she looked up into the maze of snarled branches; there was no way anything besides maybe a tiny cat could get up there. It was like the tree had it’s own protection; its massive limbs growing together in knots were like bars; keeping people out. Though she tried to look for a way up her head went back to gazing out the end of the limb, watching the trees and leaves move and rustle up as the slight breeze drove her hair up gently. Giggling as the wind caressed her cheeks the childish girl slipped over so she was hanging from the tree; her legs holding her up in a mighty knot.
Closing her abnormally bright green eyes she let her arms fall; her shirt falling down promptly revealing a nice tummy and a bit above-average for her age breasts, though they were covered in a zebra striped bra with pink straps; her absolute favorite. Her hair moved into the dangling position as well. She seemed to fall into a trance, but at the slightest noise she was bound to pulled her body up against the tree limb and then see what the hell it was. She had her ears in tune and her nostrils quivering softly as she relaxed. No human could reach even her hair at the height she was at; not even if they jumped and were six feet tall. So she was safe from any humans.
[[From HR, if you want me to type another; alright.]]
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