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Post by bailey on Dec 9, 2010 19:01:29 GMT 10
:: BAILEY ALERIA MOON :: Basics![/i][/color]
:: AGE: Frozen at nineteen. Really twenty-three.
:: BIRTHDAY: April 14
:: GENDER: Female
:: SEXUALITY: Straight
:: FACE CLAIM: Nina Dobrev
:: MEMBER GROUP: Werewolf [makulay]
:: LANGUAGES SPOKEN: English
[/color] Appearance!
:: EYE COLOUR: Brown
:: HAIR: Dark brown
:: HEIGHT: 170cm
:: WEIGHT: 60kg
:: TATTOOS & PIERCINGS: Earlobes
:: GENERAL APPEARANCE: Bailey stands at an above-average height for a woman, and at times she can be a little intimidating because of it. Her height is genetic, most of her ancestors were tall, especially the women of the family. She has a clear complexion with naturally tanned skin, so there is no need to go to tanning salons and coming out like she has just rolled in a bag of Doritos. Bailey's eyes are an assault on a male's heart. They are bright and lively, brown irises ringed with a little bit of green. Under moonlight they can look light hazel and sometimes completely green. Her brown, silky hair is always kept neat and she is best friends with her curling iron. Her ears are low set, a marker of her lycanthrapy. For body type, she is naturally skinny and won't put on weight no matter how much she eats.
Fashion-wise, Bailey likes to keep up with what's in style. She won't wear anything that she considers tacky, cheap or anything less than perfect. She adores necklaces and bangles and she often wears them. She is fond of earrings as well, and she has a few sets of matching jewellery. She rarely wears dresses, due to their impracticality, but she will occasionally wear a skirt. She is most commonly found dressed in either black or dark purple with a flash of colour in a belt or other accessories. She often shows cleavage, but despite common opinion she is not a slut. She won't wear hats because she doesn't want 'hat-hair'.
Bailey's wolf form is easily distinguishable, even among the Makulay packs. She is lanky without much muscle, but she can still kick ass and kill at her own free will. Her fur colour is mostly black, but the tips of all the hairs are flurescent green. This creates the illusion of stripey fur. Her partially dark wolf form also helps with camouflage in the same way as a tiger's. The stripes create a shadow illusion, making her wolf form appear to have a different shape, and in some instances, invisible.
[/color] Personality!
:: LIKES: Bailey likes to run freely, because it's so medial that she can sprint without having to think about it. It allows her to reminisce about other things. Her favourite foods are chocolate, chicken and cauliflower. One she tried them all on a sandwich. Let's just say they're better by themselves, shall we? She has to be serious most of the time, but she does like comedy movies. They let her relax and give her hope that life is normal somewhere else in the world.
:: DISLIKES: Bailey has no respect for life anymore, not even human life. If her family presented themselves to her, she probably wouldn't remember who they were and she would attack without a second thought. She also despises vampires, and she wishes she could meet one and see how their supposedly 'indestructable' bodies could fair against a werewolf bite. She doesn't like the colour gray; it's too dull and boring. Her least favourite foods are lettuce and prawns. She doesn't like it when there's a smell of dung in the air. It was bad enough when she was human, but now that she can smell every damn thing and make out each individual odour with her super smell, it's disgusting.
:: HABITS: Bailey's worst habit is biting her fingernails when she's nervous, which is a lot of the time. She doesn't like her nails looking all scratched, but she can't help it. Her body does what it wants to. She also has made a habit of her routine. She does the exact same things everyday. Her most annoying habit for others is destroying things when she gets angry. She has broken TV's, game consoles, tables, chairs, etc. She doesn't even feel guilty for breaking stuff; her wolf brain is far too animalistic to feel anything apart from anger, jealousy and hunger. Her wild emotions get the better of her most of the time.
:: STRENGTHS: As with all other Makulay lycans, Bailey has awesome hearing, eyesight and smell. She is also very fast, and despite her lanky wolf build, she is faster than what you'd expect. She also considers it a strength to be a Makulay lycan. The good side of her is gone, so she would be able to do things that regular humans can't. She could kill somebody to save her own life, no problem, whereas a human might have to debate within themselves. Bailey is also a quick thinker and she is very decisive. Once she sticks to a decision she won't sway. If something gets in the way of her goals... they're history.
:: WEAKNESSES: Some of Bailey's strengths could also be considered her weaknesses. Her selfishness and ruthless attitude towards people who don't let her do her own thing have caused her to have quite a bad repuation. There are probably people out there who strive to kill her, take the Moon Clan out of her hands and give them a new leader. Another weakness is, though she is a quick thinker and very decisive, she often makes the wrong decisions and buries herself deep in crap she can't handle. She thinks herself taller, faster, stronger than she really is. She is cocky by nature.
:: OVERALL PERSONALITY: Before Bailey became a lycan, she was a stressed out girl who worried about everything. She had an average intellect, but she also liked to have fun with her friends. She wasn't what people would consider snobby; in fact she was far from it. She spent hours by her dying friend's bedside while her grades went down the drain. She would do anything to help people out, especially her best friend Zack. She could feel empathy and sympathy to basically everybody.
Now Bailey has been turned, she's... not human, to say the least. She is both physically and mentally a monster. She has killed people but she cannot find it in her animalistic brain to feel regret or sympathy to those she has murdered. She has turned into the exact opposite, a hard bitter echo, of the girl she used to be. Nothing of her human self remains, except the memories. She never looks back. Not because she is afraid that she'll feel emotion of some sort, but because she doesn't want to. She feels nothing towards her family or even dead Zack; she only thinks about herself. She's now a selfish monster.
[/color] History!
:: MOTHER: Shania Green
:: FATHER: Allan Foggerty
:: SIBLINGS: Simon, Danny, Antony.
:: SPOUSE: None
:: CHILDREN: None
:: PETS: None
:: HISTORY: Shania Green stared at her husband Brad, her eyes brimming with tears as she shook her head quickly in denail. Brad just stared back, but his expression wasn't of love or tenderness. It was of hatred and betrayal, and his forehead was etched with wrinkles that Shania had never seen before. Brad's angry yells surrounded their otherwise happy home, and their three young boys covered their ears as they prayed for the fighting to stop. Brad threw a glass cup at the wall, before leaving the house, never to return again. Shania caressed her swolen belly as she tried to fight back the tears that were now flowing endlessly; her womb held a baby who was not Brad's.
On the fourteenth of April, twenty-five years ago, the earsplitting screams of childbirth echoed around the Greene family home. Three little boys, the youngest four years old, woke to their mother's cries of pain. They each rubbed their eyes in shock as they witnessed a neighbour, who was coincidentally a nurse, helped their mother Shania give birth to a baby girl. Shania quickly named her Bailey, because she felt the baby's brown eyes spoke to her.
Bailey's early childhood was almost typical of any other, aside from one key aspect. She grew up without a father, leaving her without some valuable experiences and lessons. Her brothers Simon, Danny and Antony were the only male influences anybody had on her until she first went to day care and preschool. Her early childhood wasn't very eventful.
One thing about Bailey's mother Shania was that she didn't believe in 'bubble-wrapping' her children. She let Bailey make mistakes. While the other children had their mothers hovering around them everytime they fell over, Shania let Bailey make her own decisions. Consequently she did fall over a lot, but each time she did she knew not to repeat her actions.
Shania's mothering prophecy had a few flaws, especially the incident that involved a flash blender. Bailey doesn't remember much about the accident because she passed out; it was a lot of stress on a four year old's body. But she does recall waking up in the children's ward with bandages on her right hand. She shared a room with a boy the same age as her. His name was Zack, and they spent a whole day playing with lego and Barbie dolls. He would build lego castles on his lap, then Bailey (who was much more healthy than he was at that point) would destroy them with 'Godzilla' Barbie (her hair had been cut off and her face was covered in black ink. She had to be Godzilla). An ashamed and guilty Shania took Bailey home, but not before exchanging contact details with Zack's parents. Little did the two young, new friends know, it would be the start of a brilliant friendship.
Bailey started preschool a few months later, and was thrilled to see that her hospital buddy Zack was enrolled there too. She grinned and waved at the boy who had recently shaved his hair to an extremely short, if not completely bald, hairstyle. Zack and Bailey spent the year doing the same things they had in the hospital. They both had wild imaginations and together they thought up the most ridiculous things. Once they were young astronauts, exploring a pink and blue polkadotted planet with dog-like aliens. They also pretended that they were in the train set as they drove it all over the miniature train tracks. They did get into occasional squabbles over who used the spade and bucket the most in the sand pit, but those disputes were resolved quickly when the preschool got some more toys.
Bailey and Zack easily became best friends, and they both went to the same elementary school. There were heaps of kids there, and Bailey was more than a little scared and intimidated by the masses. Zack appeared to be braver, and he was often the voice of encouragement when it came to Bailey's fears of getting lost in a large school. In her first few years, spelling was her main concern. She couldn't spell the most simple of words right, and it always led to her being mocked by the other students. Again, Zack was her rock and often stuck up to her. "Well Bailey can count backwards from one hundred! I bet you can't!" he would say, before patting her on the back in comfort.
Then came the toughest years of school for both of them. Zack got really sick, and he had to return to the hospital again. Bailey was worried out of her mind when he still hadn't come back to school in weeks, and she visited him every day. Things went down in school; there was nobody to stick up for her when class bullies mocked her, nobody to help her with homework that she didn't understand. She felt like she was alone in the world for one whole year, until she met Talia.
Talia was nice, pretty and had light blonde hair with striking blue eyes. She approached Bailey while she was sitting alone at lunch, fiddling with her Goofy lunchbox. Talia sat down next to her and offered her a mint lollie. Bailey was of course shocked, but she would not deny the opportunity for making a new friend. Even though Zack wasn't here, she was allowed to make new friends. It was a thought that she had to keep repeating to herself.
Talia introduced her to a whole new group of friends. They were preppy and full of smiles. Bailey, now entering young adolescence, was young and impressionable, but most of all naive. She entered this 'new world' without another thought, turning her back on the person who was alone and without friends. Years passed, and slowly her personality faded until she was nearly a completely different person. She stopped visiting sick Zack; instead she went to Talia's house with her new friends. Meanwhile, Zack remained sickly and lying in the hospital bed, missing her with every passing day. Bailey didn't know the illness that was killing him.
The young brunette was now fifteen, and she thought that she couldn't be happier. Memories of her lonely, friendless social life were nearly gone. All there was was the bubbly Bailey and she was free of most troubles. She was considered to be in the 'popular' group at school, she had expensive clothes that her mother (now a successful entrepreneur) had bought her. She had But the one thing she could not shake from her brain was how she had abandoned her old friend Zack.
For the first time in almost four years, she visited the boy who had made her childhood bright and happy. Zack was happy to see her, but he seemed unreal. His face was past boyhood, his face had hardened and his upper lip had more hair than she was used to. He didn't look like the boy who had played astronauts with her. He looked like... the boy whose friend had abandoned him. Bailey apologised to him over and over again, but no matter how often Zack said he forgived her, she couldn't forgive herself.
But something hit Bailey, something that poked its puny, disgusting head out from the dark. It was something she could not ignore. Bailey looked at adolescent Zack laying weak and pale on the hospital bed, then to his bald head. He had been sick for years... Two plus two equalled... Cancer. Zack had cancer.
This time, Talia and the blondes were the friends who were ignored and abandoned. Bailey spent all her time at Zack's bedside, not paying attention to her school work. Consequently her grades began to plummet dramatically. Her C's went to D's then E's. But she couldn't help it. Not when her best friend needed her most. Her mother jumped in for the first time, telling Bailey that it was in her best interest to pass high school. Bailey shook her head everytime she insisted to spend less time at the hospital.
On Bailey's high school graduation day (she'd somehow passed high school. she has no idea how), her family gathered eagerly and sat in the chairs at the school amphiltheatre. Her brothers, now men, sat on both sides of their mother who had more wrinkles and aging lines on her face than she thought possible. Her entrepreneurial business had been taking a lot out of her, not to mention she had gone through another rather messy breakup with a man.
As Bailey went up on stage to get her graduaton certificate, her mother got a phone call. The ring tone assigned to Zack's mother echoed in the eerie silence, and a few little kids started laughing. But it was the farthest thing on the planet from a laughing matter. Bailey snatched her certificate from the principal and ran down the stairs. Zack's mother knew that it was Bailey's graduation day, she wouldn't interrupt unless it was something very important. She pressed the phone to her ear, but only to be informed of the worst news possible.
Zack had died in his sleep.
Bailey could not handle this news, and she plunged into a deep, dark depression. She refused to watch television or listen to music, and she rarely ate properly. All she did was lay in her bed, crying and mourning for the friend who did not have a chance to live. Seventeen years old, he had died too young.
Next came the next major event that would define who Bailey was. It had been two years since Zack's death, and Bailey was now twenty years old. She had started college late due to trauma and depression, but eventually she got better. Her birth certificate was required to enter a course in Veterinarian Science, and she saw the name of her birthfather written next to her mother's. Allan Foggerty. For the first time in her life, Bailey felt the need to try to contact her birthfather. Using an online family finder, she was able to locate Allan Foggerty. From the information Bailey could get her hands on, it appeared that Allan resided on the North West part of Lycan Island.
Various myths and legends revolved around that island, but Bailey was determined to get in contact with her father. The island felt spooky, but that was just her imagination. Lucky for her, she had finally arranged to meet Allan. The night was cold and still as Bailey waited for her father at a Lycan Island restaurant. The full moon stayed hidden behind the clouds. At last someone who said to her father sat down at her table, but she did a double take. This man was tall and blonde, but could not be her father. He barely looked twenty-five. "I'm sorry, I must have the wrong Allan Foggerty," Bailey said as she stood up and began to leave. But the man grabbed her arm and pulled her back down to her seat. His touch was boiling, and she flinched away. Bailey resisted and tried to shove him off her, but he was too strong. "Let go of me!" she hissed, before slapping him across the face.
Then things changed.
An unearthly, inhuman look of rage and hatred flashed over Allan's face, and Bailey froze. She had never seen a serial killer before, but he looked like how she imagined a murderer. She sunk down in the chair again, feeling that it would be best to not go against his wishes. She stared at him in fear, but the man grabbed her arm again. This time instead of pushing her down to the seat, she was pulled up to her feet and lead out. That's a little pointless. Shove me down then drag me up, she thought to herself, shivering in fear. Allan had a firm grasp on her arm as he led her to a dark, dark forest. This was eerie, and she felt like something bad was going to happen here. She pressumed rape, but she never could have guessed what was to happen next.
Another man emerged from the shadows and looked at Allan sternly, before glancing at Bailey. "Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked, and despite his calm enterior his voice seemed to come out as a snarl. "Yes, I'm very sure." Allan replied, "She's going to be one of us anyway. Her linage is full of Moons. May as well quicken the process." Bailey blinked twice and looked up at the man. She didn't understand his words, but she kicked and screamed anyway. "Shut the hell up." the men said simultaneously, and the one named Allan shook her arm violently.
Bailey didn't know what to do. Fighting seemed to be the wrong thing to do; they would match it with violence. But what was this 'linage is full of Moons'? What on Earth did that mean? She was about to ask when the full moon poked its head out from behind the clouds. "Here we go," one said. At the same time, their bodies seemed to quiver and go beserk. Their clothes disappeared into shreds and enormous, disgusting beasts replaced their bodies. The wolves were horrible, full of different colours. But no black, gray or even brown fur. One was bright green, the other dark red. Bailey couldn't think of anything else but to run, but before she could go barely five metres, something strong pinned her to the ground. She felt immense pain all over her body as they seemed to stab her over and over again. Screams escaped her lips and she writhed in agony. Everything went black.
Bailey woke up dazed and disorientated in an unfamiliar room. The walls were bright, and it hurt her eyes severely. She heard knocking on the door, and her mother's booming voice sounded from the other side. She covered he ears and grimaced when she thought they were lower on her head. I must be sick, she thought to herself. She looked around the unrecognisable room, and under closer inspection it appeared to be her bedroom. But everything was magnified. She could see the tiniest details on her desk. She could see the intricate patterns on the curtains that she had never noticed before. It was her room, but she had never seen it like this before. Along with her eyesight, it seemed that hearing had been amplified as well. Simple talking sounded like screaming, and little hushed noises were crystal clear. What was happening to her?
Bailey left her room, idling cautiously in the hallway. Her ears picked up on the soft hissing of the kettle, and she smiled a little. Coffee calmed her nerves. She walked more confidently to the kitchen and made a cup of coffee and placed the cup on her lips eagerly. The liquid entered her mouth and she spat it out almost immediately. "Ack, it's cold," Bailey said as she wiped her lips. But she looked back down to the coffee mug; there was definitely heat waves coming from it. She stared in disbelief, "I think I'm sick," she said to her mother who touched her forehead. "My god! You are burning, Bailey!" she said and urged her into bedrest until she was well. Bailey took her own temperature while she was in her room and her temperature was way over what it should be. She should be... dead.
Bailey stomped out of her room, really pissed off that something was happening to her. Something scary and freaky. Was she dying? Was this some horrible nightmare? She remembered the parts where two huge bright coloured wolves lunged at her. That couldn't be real, could it? "What the hell is going on with me?" Bailey screamed, grabbing her mother's shirt and pushing her up against the kitchen wall. It looked like a bad movie. "What's 'moon linage'? What the hell is happening to me?" she growled as she shook her mother to demand answers. She stopped her hands and she didn't breathe. Something was wrong, so totally wrong with what was happening here. She was never this violent or angry. Without a second thought, she ran out the house (at a faster pace than usual) and she got in the car.
Bailey drove the car absently, not really thinking about where she was going. All she could think about was how strange her body felt. As she drove along the freeway, she could hear music playing in other cars. She tested her new hearing abilities and stretched it as far as she could. She could hear music from a car more than a hundred metres away. Bailey was fascinated, but mostly scared. She stared ahead past her windscreen, but every now and then she would zero-in on the cracks that she never knew were there. There were no cracks in the glass before. Surely they didn't just appear.
Without being aware of where she was going, Bailey took the turn to take her to Lycan Island. She couldn't find it in herself to keep drive in another direction; the worst part was that she felt like she was being pulled by a gravitational field. It felt instinctual to go to Lycan Island. Her car wasn't coping with the rough terrain of the island's untouched beaches and forests. There were hardly any roads, so before she got bogged she decided to stop the car. She found herself parking the car on the North-West part of the island. She hopped out of the vehicle and stood at the edge of the cliff. It had taken a long time to get here, and it was starting to get dark. Her brown hair wipped in the breeze and she stared up at the sky while the sun went down and the moon rose in all its glory. She didn't know why she was doing this, but the moon seemed to be calling to her, telling her to do something. 'Moon linage'. It had to be related to this. The only person who had any idea of it was the 20-something year old man who claimed to be her father. It gave her shivers to think of the man who had transformed into a wolf and bit her...
"Oh my god," Bailey said out loud. The moon, the wolves, the excellent eyesight, the fantastic hearing. It coudn't be. Supernatural things didn't exist. No ghosts, no vampires, definitely no werewolves. But, how could she explain the men transforming into wolves on a full moon? That was exactly it. There was no explaination. There were definitely things that she didn't know about.
The next full moon was nearly here, and Bailey was in no way ready for it. She had got used to the idea of her being away from her family, but she could not imagine herself turning into a wolf. It was beyond weird, and due to her heightened emotions she was starting to have a panic attack. As with the last time she had seen a full moon, it stuck its ugly head out of behind the clouds. Bailey could feel magic coming onto her, but not like magicians or fairies. It was a dark magic. Pain and heat ripped up and down her body, and her screams echoed against the stone walls. She had locked herself up in a stone tomb. She knew enough about lycan myths to know that werewolves were uncontrollable during a full moon. The pain lasted for about an hour before she phased for the first time.
Her first phase also resulted in the deaths of a young family. They were stupid, walking around at night with nothing but a few torches to make themselves absolutely visible in the darkness. It wouldn't have mattered; Bailey could hear their heartbeats and smell them from a mile away. She couldn't tell herself to stop stalking them. It felt like her brain was disconnected from her body, it was instinctual and required no thought. The worst part was she couldn't find it in herself to stop it. She wasn't even appalled by this thought. She felt nothing as she snapped at the man and killed his family.
For two years it was the same. Phase into a green stripey wolf for a few hours every full moon, then go about her life on Lycan Island. In all honesty, there was not much of a life left. Her humanity had shrivelled ever since that first transformation. She found she could block everything in the world, like flicking a switch. It was quite good, because she chose what emotions she would feel and when. When her stomach growled, she would feel hungry. When her pack did something she wanted to do, she would feel jealousy and anger. Never again in her life would she feel the human emotions; happiness, sadness, empathy, love... She was just a monster, drifting around in nothingness as her body told her what to do.
Out Of Character!
:: YOUR NAME/ALIAS: Jess
:: YOUR AGE: 16
:: CONTACT: puma_140@yahoo.com
:: ROLEPLAY EXPERIENCE: Enough experience. Assistant Admin and Admin on a few RPGs.
:: OTHER CHARACTERS: No
:: ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE:
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! |
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Post by Margie on Dec 11, 2010 18:59:38 GMT 10
accepted (:
*stares at history* haven't read it yet but I will now, just thought I'd accept you first so you can start rping while I read the long history xD I'll tell you if there is anything wrong.
EDIT: ok, I seriously need to draw a map of Lycan Island and while I'm at it write a few paragraphs on what it is like and the fact that it has almost no human features except for around the holiday resort. No roads, the houses are more like huts or cabins, no cars, no food places except for at the resort. Makulays have stronger wolf sides so they don't have too much interest in human things, at least not the older ones that could get roads and buildings and that. Sorry, I feel bad for not having that info up :/
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