Post by ♥|[\/icky|}♥ on Sept 18, 2009 0:32:22 GMT -5
''Tell me about it
Hey there, my name is Anistasia, but you can call me Wolfy. I've been on this planet 15 years, but have been RPing for three. Along with this character, I tend to make the lives of Vicky a living hell. Just so you know I found this site by awesomeness of Google.
''Damn I'm good
Character's Full Name: Anistasia Wolf Marcondez
Biological Name: Wolfy
Nicknames: Wolfy, Ani, It [ School Name ]
Age: 15 | Birth Date: August 14th
PB: Audrey Kitching
Species: Human
Side in the war: [ Neutral right now, she'd need help guiding which way her path should go ]
''There is more to them then meets the eye
Personality: She is on to be apart of a pack, she does not do well mood wise on her own. With a pack of everlasting friends, she's fun loving, crazy, and funny besides her grouchiness or annoying habits. Without them, she can be cold, dark, cruel, and quite disturbed and she will attack like this if someone bothers her.
She can actually be quite the genius besides stating the obvious by mistake on accounting she had already forgotten someone else remarked on the subject. Some might write her off as a total dumb albino blond, but she's not. The gullibility however comes from being put through hardship and she just wants to help. She's been cooped up for so long she barely knows anything about the world or people.
She tends to be a jumpy character, always on guard unless she is having what she calls a brain lock. It's where you space off and it could last hours before you snap back out of the mindless black which only feels like you just blinked. Usually you come out of it yourself or some noise or personal helps.
She likes reading but can also be lazy about it and picky. If she doesn't like it because it's not her kind of book she won't get passed three pages. If it's a book about were wolves she has already snatched it off the shelf and reading through it hungrily. She also loves drawing, but she'd have to be in a remote place for it. Whenever her parents would send her to an academy, she could never quite focus on her work not because she couldn't do it, to easy, boring, and she'd rather take more interest in drawing.
She seems to cling to the notions of a tom boy, not ever wearing skirts or dresses.
She is often called the Insomniac one for those who know her well, but in order to stay awake during the day she's always drinking alot of sodas with c affine in it or eating chocolate coated coffee beans. Forcing herself to go to sleep at night takes hours of tossing and turning. She likes to go out and explore at night.
Most will notice how very huge her pupils always are, even in the brightest of day light which she dislikes very very much. Even on a cloud day where it's still light enough to see around outside without a blinding glare, she still has to squint slightly because it hurts her eyes and makes it oh so hard to see anything. At night time however, many will notice it's perfect for her vision which seems to be much better there than in day light. However she does have her limits, in pitch black darkness she can barely see an outline of a few things.
She listens to strange techno music, Cascada, The Cranberries, stuff such as that. But she has so many different ties to so many different types of music which makes it very difficult to describe her based on that.
There is one thing she makes excellent decisions in however, treating someone else in Medical Conditions. Stitches, wrappings, shots, whatever, she just refuses to do it to herself because if she sticks a needle in herself she just might heh well freak out.
She is used to images of hand prints being smeared like someone was being dragged or disturbing splattered scenes, seeing mutated or disturbing images, violent scenes, etc, so not much could freak her out. Unless you bring a full bodied ghost in the room, then she might have a bit of a problem. Oh or a really big spider that is possibly bigger than her.
She has a tendency in refusing to back down or submit even if she severely does not want a fight. She hates being pushed around or being told what to do and will snap at someone who pushes her far enough. She had to put up with her second step mom screaming lies about her into her face, even along with being spat at at the same time and agree or she'd sky rocket into the wall with a blow to the face. Now she is every edgy about that.
She hates the fact she has a sensitive side making it easy to tear up, she always says only girly girls have that which just makes her even more mad she has that. She'll do whatever she can to cover it up by being tough and hiding it with a mean growl.
Even with how thin she managed to keep herself thin mainly because of exercise and a very high metabolism, Scarlet seems to be a bit of a fan of candy. Mainly her favorite candy bar would be the Milky Way followed by Twixt, Babe Ruth, Hershey Bars, Pay Day, etc. She also seems to mainly favorite water and lemon lime sodas as what she mostly drinks.
She is like a locked tomb of never return when it comes to secrets. Nothing will come unsealed from her lips whatsoever unless she's speaking with whom entrusted her with such a secret.
Likes: Horror Movies, Candy, Action, The Night, Swimming, Animals
Dislikes: Hospitals, Sudden Light Being Flashed Into Her Eyes, The Sun, People [ that she hasn't okay-ed yet ]
Fears: Ghosts, Heights, Flying
Your Greatest Strength: Her will power. She may just be one of the most stubborn people you'll ever meet. She's hard headed and refuses to back down, if even she doesn't win, she sure doesn't lose that's for sure. To her, the glass isn't empty, nor is it full... It's both. Not exactly her greatest strength, but she has a harsh striking kick. When she fights it's as if she isn't controlling herself and can become even faster than before. She's not even thinking of what she's doing for some strange reason, just doing. Once a Senior from her school had reached for her hair, Anistasia was tired of it and ducked, then smacked her hand back, whipped her head to the right to avoid the movement of the other hand, and kicked the Senior back by her stomach. After this, she merely stood in slight shock and wondered how in the world she did that.
Your Greatest Weakness: There's a bit of a down fall when it comes to deep water swimming for her. She can float, just not well. And when in deep water where she is sinking she has to be face down in the water and puffed up like a balloon, then paddle like hell and pray she's going in the right direction. Though it takes her awhile to paddle unless something spooks her.
She's afraid of spiders. Some times where she is remote or in a disturbed mood, she'll just smash the spider thats crawling on her book page by shutting the sides on it, then reopening it and going back to where she was at, other times, she won't go near them.
She is self conscious about her body's appearance and hates it when people stare. Usually it's a bunch of drunks or unwanted guys, unwanted teenage boys who have no respect for woman, the usual bad boy, etc, which usually makes her sigh and cross her arms as she walks faster to avoid them.
She's afraid of heights, but will go to height extremes for emergency situations. They merely make her dizzy or uneasy about going to do anything to deal with heights, say, just jumping off a roof. But if she's desperate enough, she'll do it without whining.
Wow so many fears for one person right? She'll go to a hospital to get shots or whatever if her parents had made her, but you would have to be either fast and able to hold onto her while she whacked at you and kicked angrily, or very persuasive, then do that as soon as she saw the building with the word "Hospital". Needles and such she has big problems with, she won't go near them. But it has been said she used to cut stuff up and sow them into stuffed animals or clothing and such. Whenever someone pulls one out, her eyes dart directly at them in a hostile manner and she is quite to stay clear of them.
She has major stage fright issues. She wants to be one of those singers up on the stage, and be loved for her voice. But one time she actually went up on stage to perform a song, and her normally dilated and over grown pupils shrank to a point and she shook so badly she was scared she'd vibrate off the stage. After wards, she didn't make eye contact with anyone and just set her face in her arms.
She has problems with decisions and extreme gullibility. She has a bit of brain damage/trauma from abuse and there fore has trouble thinking on her own alot. Most of it though is decisions and what to trust. Some of it is pure short term memory loss though yet she'll have random flash backs from when she was three years old or something. If you dump your heart and soul into a fake sob story enough she'll believe it and go out to help. Generally she is absolutely shy and silent unless she is around a few people she knows well.
Adults and children, she does not exactly have patience with children but will try. She doesn't trust any adult whatsoever unless they some how became her friend earlier. Though she may show some sort of sign of it, she always has that one eye on them. There may be cases on the other hand, where she just has a certain safe feeling about them, meaning they're okay.
She has terrible case of memory loss. At the most random times she could forget how to do certain things or the concepts on them. One time she forgot how to position her feet when she walked out of the blue end the middle of walking to class, but looked around afterwards to study how others did so and quickly recovered. She hates the fact of how stupid it makes her feel even if her IQ is way above average, it's above genius for Pete's sake, she forgets some important things such as that.
She happens to be quite the fast runner, but unfortunately with that, she developes random minor and sometimes really bad injuries out of the blue. Merely jogging once as she always did when she got the chance, her knee gave away from a sharp pain and she could barely stand for over a month. It's been healing nicely though. Also, her ankles seems to give out with the same sharp pains. Her shoulders have been slowly becoming worse and worse for some apparent reason. Her left was the first to give way at about half a year ago, she was stretching her arm and heard a loud crack. It is also getting better in strength but still hurts. You can hear bone grinding against bone every time she moves her shoulder if it is quite enough. Her back has always acted up forcing her to sit arched, but mainly the problem occured from her sitting like so every time her parents yelled at her, which was her whole life. Any of her joints could give uot and stop working at random for about three seconds. such as when she was running down a steep, long gravel hill and one of her ankles stopped working for three seconds. She found herself summersaulting down it face first.
( Permanent lung virus ) Not only does she have a virus in her lungs that will last the rest of her life, giving her random, but long while apart attacks, she has Jumping Frenchman Syndrome. This syndrome comes from the nerves which cause muscles to exagerate flinching, it's completely uncontrolable. If she sees a sudden light or ball coming at her, she'll flop like a fish. And being jumpy, if she sees something suddenly move even out of the far corne rof her eyes, ehr head whips right over to it, unless she chooses to ignore it in the case of it being a ghost.
- The virus attacks include becoming faint or light headed and passing out from lack of air no matter how much the person is trying to breath. This also results in her only being able to hold her breath under water about 45 seconds before needing to gasp for air, in which case, she may try by accident and drown.
''Fate rarely calls upon us at a moment of our choosing
Family: Biological Mother: Michaela, Father: Steve, Step-Mother: Laura, Step Sisters: Mesa & Kathleen.
History: Infant hood was not swell. Her mother had not wanted her and her father went to go fight in the Military. During then was most of the brain damage. She was constantly dropped on her head, shaken, and beat out of annoyance. But heh, this toddler was far from helpless. Infanct.... -memory disorder- The white medical bed with the strapped belts over her.... - She could see the lights blaring over her for operation.... - She could remember the needle being pulled out that was to help her sleep for...... - She watched them pull out the scalpel before drifting off out of conciousness..... - -memory restored-
She gave baby sitters absolute hell, but also learned several different languages by the time she was three. Her father returned and she can't remember much other than she's seen in the videos. Most of her childhood was a lie until a few years ago. She thought her mother was kind and loving and she was absolutely heart broken she left, and she could remember times her dad had taken her fishing a couple times or played catch with a foot ball. He'd rather have a son by far, but this tom boy substituted for it well. Playing base ball, soft ball, kick ball, all those she was great at.
-Memory glitch/flash back- "Mmm! Mmm! MMMMM!" The panicky Nanny yelped under the pillow. For some reason Scarlet found these things fun back when she was a toddler and her baby sitter came over. Wait for the old lady to fall asleep, place a pillow on her face/head, and sit on it, not meaning to do any damage though. Then giggle and clap happily while she baby sitter tried to escape unharmed. This little girl went through so many baby sitters which led to her language lessons. -Bzzzzt-
Her dad had made her stop speaking the languages because it was annoying him she was speaking English less now. So today, she only knows parts of around 11 languages.
But then the second marriage arrived along with four siblings. Anistasia thought this to be fun until they settled in, then she thought this was a living hell, but little did she know she hadn't arrived yet. Along through the years her dad became more and more abusive and neglectful along with the step mom as they ahd to move to a trailer park for the loss of 25 grand and their home since Melody had not been paying bills and stealing checks.
When that was over her father had to left her with her grandmother and stayed alone at home for a little while. Melody, Byron, Sidney, Huston, and Alex had left and taken so much from him. Anistasia got ready for school and such anyways as she always had.
Sometime around this is where she became utterly disturbed at eight years old. Remembering all the times she was drowning, a couple times was her Dad's fault, but she always had to pull herself out and no one had helped her. This woman, Laura and her daughter Mesa seemed to be okay, she was very nice. Until she started finding witchcraft books and such and all this woman did was bring unwanted ghosts around for some reason so that they'd find a new host, her. For years now things became worse and worse, though they moved to another town where Anistasia had a yet again, no one, before that town none at all, and then had to move again to a big blue falling apart farm house.
Just until recently Anistasia couldn't take it anymore. She was always being made as the maid. Cook, do the cleaning, where's my coffee sh*t head, why aren't you watching your sisters, make them lunch, clean your sister's room, just give your journal to her so she can color, drawing is a waste of time, if you sang at a church the fragile windows would explode and kill everyone, you're a waste of air, all of that. She just couldn't take the disrespect anymore and began running off at night, sometimes for days even though she has to face the abuse when she gets back.
-Conclusion- She also seems to have quite a rough history with ghosts, quite frankly the main reason she hates being alone in the dark, she avoids them as much as possible even though she has a gift allowing her to speak to, hear, and see them. She hates having it though. One woman in every generation of her dad's side of the family receives it, along with another very quite small and sometimes useless abilities that mean nothing. Her's was a high IQ rate plus eternal instinct. Meaning, she played a game before where there are many tootsie pops and blow pops stuck in a lolly pop stand. the ends of the sticks are hidden, 20 percent containing a black dot. The ends with the black dot got you a prize. Her step mother had to bring her to her cousin in law's school party where they had such games. After getting all but three winning lollipops correct for others and herself, they had to finally kick he rout. Especially after she started pointing out which ones were good and which ones were bad. She just has a way of knowing by following cold and warm feeling. Or dark and content. Sometimes she'll just mainly have a feeling or a hunch, follow her hunches they never fail. Only times when she fails in these, when she doubts her hunch and goes the wrong way.
Anything Else?:
''The Fallen Shall Rise Again
Did you read the rules?: Transform and Roll Out
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RP Sample:
"I DON'T GIVE A F*CK YOU LITTLE B*TCH!" Angered yelling, more like shrieking was heard in this house hold by the step mother there. As for the girl here, she was being pulled up the stairs by her hair unwillingly. "NOW GO TO BED AND GET READY FOR SCHOOL! YOUR FATHER IS GOING TO RIP YOU OUT AND BEAT YOUR *SS TIL THERE'S NONE LEFT ANYWAYS LATER! AND I WANT THE HOUSE SPOTLESS TOMORROW, INSTEAD OF ME ALWAYS HAVING TO WORK I disagree OFF!!!!"
Scarlet was shoved into her room, smacking her head on the door frame before slamming into the itchy carpeted floor, wasn't a soft landing either. It stung badly, she touched her forehead to wipe blood from where she was just cut against a dull, rounded frame, that much pressure. "You know mom, metapause isn't anything to be ashamed of, if you're old you're old, but it's unfair to take it out on me." And with that comment that she just HAD to let out, it resulted in her feeling a rather sharp pain hit the side of her head in front of her right ear just behind her temple. The woman she was forced to call mom had just pounded a fist into her. "SHUT THE F*CK UP! YOU'RE SOOO GETTING IT WHEN YOUR FATHER GETS HOME! I'M GOING TO TELL HIM WHAT AN UNGRATEFUL, DISRESPECTFUL LITTLE B*TCH YOU'VE BEEN!!!!"
And with that, she slammed the door, causing the house to shake and more paint to fall off where Ambosine had either chewed or scratched around the door. Groaning a bit, she wiped more blood from her forehead then rubbed the side of her head where a splitting head ache now throbbed and pounded like a hammer on concrete. She wanted a break really bad, she had to get out for a bit, just a bit. What else could her parents do if they noticed she was gone? Beat her some more? Maybe she'll get lucky and become paralyzed or something.
She quickly retreated over to her closet, making sure not to wake up the large, sleeping, Ambosine next to her bed, before sliding it open with a couple squeaks. It was however, not enough to wake him. She moved a box to open a secret compartment where she pulled out another box. Taking the lid off she, lifted the bundle and then closed the trap door, replaced the first box, and shut the door. It was her suit that she pulled out, and she was going to learn how to use her energy to make the suit vanish and reform on here, in the right places. Slipping it on quickly and leaving other clothing behind that she would not need, she looked around before slipping out her window that had a torn screen.
Running down the side of her roof, she took a springing leap where she spun in the air with great speed to land on another's chimney, appearing as a dark figure with the glowing white-light green tented eyes form the mask. She was already on the move, she loved how free to felt, there was no reason to be shy, nothing to be afraid of, she was the big bad one out here in the dark. Heck, she could see fine and wondered why she saw better now than in the day light. Probably because sun light blinded her most the time. Anyways, she was springing from roof top to roof top before hitting a much higher building where she could keep an eye on things. Nothing bad seemed to be happening just yet. Though, with a yawn, this semi-nocturnal teenager had stepped wrong and slipped, though she quickly pulled herself back up. "I've reeeeally gotta work on that, I'm as rough around the edges as some rookie on a police force." She seemed to blend with the shadow of the building, looking as if as a dark figure to be mistaken as some strange gargoyle, her eyes shining and the torn, ragged ties coming off her mask piece for her eyes whipped in the wind up high. She was crouched down, waiting.
