Violet River

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:: VIOLET RIVER ::

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:: AGE: 11
:: BIRTHDAY: 6th March
:: GENDER: Female
:: SEXUALITY: Straight
:: FACE CLAIM: Bella Thorne
:: MEMBER GROUP: werewolf - makulay
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Appearance!

:: EYE COLOUR: Brown
:: HAIR: Light brown
:: HEIGHT: tall
:: WEIGHT: a little underweight
:: TATTOOS & PIERCINGS: water drop tattoo on the side of her hip, burnt on pack tattoo.

:: GENERAL APPEARANCE: Violet looks a lot like a normal, adventure loving young girl. She is tall for her age and underweight with dark brown eyes and light brown hair. Her hair is rough, tangled and wavey, and it goes down to her waist. She looks very innocent most of the time but in her wolf form she can look very dangerous because of how she is the size of an adult wolf and that she is always angry as a wolf. In her wolf form her fur is a light purple colour, she was named because of her fur colour.[/color]

Personality!

:: LIKES: singing, spying on other packs, visiting the beach
:: DISLIKES: her pack, being around others, the caves
:: HABITS: taking walks in the loner land when she is stressed
:: STRENGTHS: fast, sneaky, knows most of the places on the island
:: WEAKNESSES: anti-social, doesn't have any friends, is weaker than most other makulays

:: OVERALL PERSONALITY: Violet isn't very violent when it comes to being in her humans form. She is one of the calm people, the minority of the subspecies and she would be great at socializing is it wasn't for her childhood. She is kind to her carers but only because if she wasn't, they wouldn't supply her with food and she was already getting a low amount of food. She hates socializing and is most likely to be found in the loner lands either around the border of her packs land or on the beach near the border of the Sea Packs land.

She loves to spy on others, especially other packs and she knows about everything that is happening on the island. Sh also loves to sing but rarely does because of the fact she doesn't want anyone to hear her.
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History!

:: MOTHER: Dead
:: FATHER: Unknown
:: SIBLINGS: N/A
:: SPOUSE: N/A
:: CHILDREN: N/A
:: PETS: N/A

:: HISTORY: Violet's mother died giving birth and no one ever admitted to being her father. She was left without any family as a baby and raised by a group of people in the pack that volunteered to raise her. None of them bothered to try and create a parent relationship with her though and she felt lonely a lot. As she got older that started to turn intoher not wanting to talk to anyone and from the age of about five she started walking through the loner lands by herself whenever she was stressed or even bored because she didn't have much to do that would involve her not socializing.

A couple of the people that had raised her as a baby taught her basic things like how to hunt and some fighting stuff but apart from that she learned everything by herself, she didn't want to have to actually be taught things by other people, she was smart enough to teach herself or thats what she always told herself. At about the age of eight she started spending time on the beach just outside of the Sea Packs territory and that became one of her favourite places. She saw the first time the human came to the beach and she hates everthing that has been happening to her beach.
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Out Of Character!

:: YOUR NAME/ALIAS: Margie
:: YOUR AGE: 14
:: CONTACT: PM, msn/email: [e-mail]
:: ROLEPLAY EXPERIENCE: 1 year, 8 months
:: OTHER CHARACTERS: Nope

:: ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE: From The Host Roleplay, my character Elizabeth Cain.

Wearing a singlet and shorts, Lizzie layed on her stomach right under the burning desert sun. She was in a place she doubted anyone would find her, except for seekers and that she didn't badly care about. They were just seekers and they would just kill her if shee acted violent enough. She wasn't scared of death at all, she was beginning to wonder why it was taking so long to come really.

She was beginning to burn, she could feel it and she smiled at the feeling because she knew if she was beginning to burn then she may be beginning to get cancer. She wanted to die, yes but she didn't want it to look like suicide or like someone else had killed her. She wanted it to look completely like an accident so she had a good plan which she was starting right now by relaxing on the hot sand under the desert sun.

The desert sun was dangerous and if she got cancer and ended up dying from that then it would look completely like an accident. It wouldn't be surprising to her if someone else died from cancer. The were in a sun covering desert! It was kind of surprising because of the low amount of people even getting sun burns. She didn't see too many people walking around bright red in the caves.

She sighed and closed her eyes, just relaxing and hoping to fall asleep because it would help her when she started to burn badly, she didn't want to chicken out somehow and ende up crawling into the shade, she had a feeling she would hesitate if she was in bad pain. She was never good at copping with pain and that sometimes made her feel very weak. She haed feeling weak and whenever she did it gave her another reason to not live because weak people shouldn't live in such a horrible world.

She did eventually fall asleep and she dreamed of what she normally dreamd of. Her brother, her second family, everyone that she had loved and had a great relationship with. She missed everyone and she wanted people to love again but she knew that everyone was gone and it wasn't going to be possible for her to megt anyone new and make them friends. She was way too hurt to create any type of relationships. Her dream turned from happy memories into a nightmare and she woke up with a shock and tears drying on her cheeks.

She felt that her lower back, her arms and her lgs were burnt so she turned over. She ignored the pain as her burns ended up against the rough sand. It hurt badly but she could do it, she could survive with that amount of pain. She needed to be completely burned, not just have her back burned. She had a long skirt and a light jacket to put on before she entered the caves so that she wouldn't stick out with her bright red skin and she would go straight to her room, the place she had been spending so much time in the past month or two. She had kind of stopped keeping track of time.

She found a comfortable position on her back and closed her eyes to try and relax. She didn't think she wanted to fall asleep again, she hated getting nightmares, she wasn't the most silent sleeper.

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Credits!

TEMPLATE MADE BY .:margie:. WHO SPENT A LOT OF HER TIME AND HARD WORK MAKING IT. PLEASE DO NOT STEAL OR SHE WILL SEND AN ARMY OF HUNGRY WEREWOLVES TO EAT YOU UP!