amelia River

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:: AMELIA CASSIDY RIVER ::

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:: AGE: fifteen, 15
:: BIRTHDAY: November 23rd
:: GENDER: female
:: SEXUALITY:bisexual
:: FACE CLAIM: alyson stoner
:: MEMBER GROUP: makulay
:: LANGUAGES SPOKEN: English (first language), Arabic, German
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Appearance!

:: EYE COLOUR: brown
:: HAIR: long, dark brown hair
:: HEIGHT: 5'3
:: WEIGHT: 60 kgs
:: TATTOOS & PIERCINGS: none as of yet, has heaps in mind

:: GENERAL APPEARANCE:Amy’s statue is something that you see quite often, and never take in. Standing at only five foot, she is incredibly ‘small’ for her age, while her petite figure has been kept by dancing for her entire life. Since she had been six infact. This was because her mother had been a ballet dancer, before she had met Amy’s father, and the two some how became so twisted, that they no longer gave a damn about anybody but themselves. Running away on various occasions has kept Amy skinny, and being small had helped with hiding in bushes, or other small things. Just to stay away from them.

Her eyes are a dark, chocolate brown, and they can help her get away with alot of trouble. Just like her height can. Her eyes can resemble those of a puppy’s, so she seems like she would never do anything against the rules, which makes her laugh randomly on many occasions.

Amelia’s hair is beautiful, to say the least. However, it is slightly plain. The dark brown can turn into a beautiful, shining brown once she steps out into the sunlight. Its passes her shoulder, and grows quickly. Its naturally wavy, however, on many occasions she decides to straighten it or curl it for school, considering with what she has went through, she cant get longer than three hours sleep per night. Hence, her obsession with coffee. Her huge, huge obsession.

Usuaully, Amelia just wears t-shirts with her favourite bands on them, complimented with short jean shorts that shows off her perfect, but small legs. Then, to finish it off, her feet either sport sneakers, converses, or her favourite, Air Forces.

She truly is beautiful.
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Personality!

:: LIKES: music, self defense, fighting, motorbikes, working out, video games.
:: DISLIKES: vampires, hunters, silver.
:: HABITS: biting her lip, running her fingers through her hair, balling her fists up when she's angry.
:: STRENGTHS: intelligent, fighting,
:: WEAKNESSES: jumps to conclussions, too childish, her anger, horrible anger

:: OVERALL PERSONALITY: Childish. To say the least. She’s a child through and through, but that was probably because since before she was eight, it had been taken away from her. Her life seems to be going better, so she’s acting like a four year old boy. She boxes, she punches things, and she goes around and jokes around which usually pisses off the other wolves. And she sure as hell has the energy to pull them off.

Dorky. However, you wouldn't think so. As sweet as she seems, she isnt like that at all. Some say she's on the verge of evil. Not that she's truly that bad. She's just a joker, a pranker...and of course a trickster. This is to hide her true fear and pain underneath. To hide what she has suffered.

Amelia is one of those wolves who does anything daring. If its going to get her into trouble, she'll do it. Hence why her nature is almost 'evil'. She likes to go looking for trouble, and usually, she finds it. If not, it finds her.

She doesn't take life too seriously.

It just doesnt sound like her.
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History!

:: MOTHER: Mother-dead, Alyson Brown. werewolf
:: FATHER: Justin Brown-skipped out, where abouts unknown
:: SIBLINGS: Chase Brown. Deceased, killed by a hunter along with his mother
:: SPOUSE: none (:
:: CHILDREN: none
:: PETS:

:: HISTORY:

Amelia was born into a happy family...or at least a family with one mother and one half brother. Her father skipped off the day he had found out about her. He could deal with one kid, but two? No way. Amelia had never gotten to meet her father, but her brother told her on many occasions that he was nothing special, and a coward. He hated what they had become.

At that age of five, however, Amelia had come back from a day out with her mother, hand in hand with her mother when she walked into her little hut to find her brother dead on the floor, and what she now knows as a hunter, over him. Her mother, her anger getting the best of her at the sight of her dead son, changed before being attacked by the hunter. She managed to kill him, but not with out being stabbed herself. The silver killed her slowly and painfully.

After that, Amelia was sent to live with her aunty who thankfully didn't live too far away. In fact, only fifteen minutes. Amelia changed the moment she turned fifteen, and quickly joined the pack. Since then, everythings been fine.

For now.
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Out Of Character!

:: YOUR NAME/ALIAS: teesh (:
:: YOUR AGE: I myself, am fifteen xD
:: CONTACT: (optional. msn, email, etc.)
:: ROLEPLAY EXPERIENCE: too long, I've honestly lost count xD
:: OTHER CHARACTERS: bringing in at least two others (: Look out for noelle & elizabeth

:: ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE: Noelle looked at Bree. Honestly all she wanted to do was throw the girl out of the window if need be, and continue to walk out of the unknown room. All she wanted to do was see her family, let them know there was no reason to cry, that she could be the protecter again. All she wanted was for things to go back to normal, even if they weren't really normal to begin with.

She looked over to Bree, expecting to see something else. Anger, disappointment...she had no idea why, but she felt like she had disappointed her own family. She felt horrible, but not nearly as bad as she knew her sister would. If she hadnt called for Noelle to pick her up, then all this would be fine...She'd be at home, and nothing would've changed. She couldn't even begin to imagine the guilt her sister would've felt.

As Bree pointed out she was technically dead, Noelle sent daggers her way. Well, at least it got her out of the self pity. Noelle only stopped glaring once Bree apologized and averted her gaze away from Noelle. At least she knew she meant it. "No, you shouldn't have" she admitted, but didnt mean for it to sound so horrible. "Sorry..." she apologized herself, and decided to just leave it there.

She just stood there as she listened to Bree. She wasnt sure if there was anything. Unless there was a cure for this disease...and she highly doubted that too. This was her new life, and although she knew it would take some getting used too, she would have to soon enough.

To keep her thoughts away from her new life, she just looked at Bree who looked deep in thought, just like Noelle thought she looked like too. Who wouldn't be? She just found out she was a vampire, couldn't see her family again, and she felt the craving for blood while she could hear heart beats from a mile away. All this was so overwhelming. But looking at Bree, she knew that she at least had someone to ease the transition. She should be thankful for that.

Grabbing onto her necklace, Noelle listened as Bree finally came up with a plan. Raising an eyebrow, she finally spoke. "Wait...hunting?" she asked. It made sense...and she knew she would do whatever she possibly could. Noelle nodded her head as she listened to Bree's argument. "Okay, lets go hunting then..." she said and bit her lip. What she would do to see them again. Biting her lip, she just continued to look at her new 'friend' if you could even call her that of course. However, it was the closest she had to a friend.

"Where do we hunt?" she asked. Noelle hated being confused, but it looked like she had to get used to that.

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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!

[Margie]

accepted! (:

We have to rp sometime