Post by Rαyne on Aug 3, 2010 20:17:43 GMT -5
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Character name // Nyx Salvatore
Nickname? // Nyx
Age // 18
Gender // Female
Eye color // Amber / Gold
Height // Five feet, Six inches.
Weight // 120 lbs.
`Who do I run with? //
Shape Shifter --
Face claim // Sofia Gonzalez deviantart
Species or breed // African Golden cat
Animal Reference (or appearance) // Link to reference
`So it may be hard to see //
Personality // Nyx's personality is far from flat. She's reserved at times, yet other times she'll be practically bouncing off the walls with excitement. Her personality is one big puzzle, with a lot of missing pieces.
`Kind -- This one is self-explanitory. She's a rather nice person, and never gives her cold shoulder when someone is in need of help. She's known to go out of her way to help people, if she has the ability to.
`Shy -- In the face of most situations, she's rather shy and reserved. She's known to be the girl in the back of the crowd, hardly saying a word--yet paying attention to every sound and movement. However, this mask is only in public situations, or with strangers. When around her friends, she lifts the veil slightly and comes out of her shell.
`Creative -- As most felines, she tends to collect interesting things at times. However, she likes doing things with them, perhaps putting them together into something bigger with a purpose. She has a true eye for the other side, and hardly considers anything in this world to be 'ugly' or 'useless'.
`Active -- You cannot by any means necessary get this girl to calm down. She's absolutely full of energy, and is usually on the go. From one store to the other, down the street, across the rooftops--you name it. It's almost like she has an inner drive that doesn't know the meaning of 'rest'.
`It's been a long, hard road //
History // Nyx was born in a city far away from the one she currently resides in. The shape-shifter abilities run deep in her bloodline, and is dated up to several centuries back. When the virus first broke out, she was just a little girl, hardly having been exposed to the world. What a nice way to experience it, right? People running everywhere and crying over the end of the world as they knew it.
However, it wasn't too long before the people in her town started to realize that in the midst of all the havok, certain families were almost immune to the virus--like it did not bother nor affect them. This raised curiosity about them, and pretty soon her family decided that it'd be better to pack up and relocate before any real suspiscions arose.
From there, they moved directly to Silver City--a place that had been, for the most part, sheltered from the virus. The rareness of it in this city meant that her family wouldn't stand out among those who were panicking. Her family quickly returned to their normal lifestyles--her dad was a teacher, and her mother was a nurse. They quickly found jobs in the city and made their home within it.
Soon after graduating from school, Nyx deviated from the family plan. She didn't want to go to college.. After all, what for? The world as most people knew it had practically ended, except for this small city. As far as she knew, the city didn't have a college--and if there were certain degrees necessary, she could just simply get taught about it by the employees.
However, she still had a far more different plan for her life than others. She wanted to be a bartender at a nightclub--and as odd as that may have sounded to any normal person, it made sense to her. The tips were large, and there was always music, followed by a good vibe throughout the night. Her feline tendencies seemed to agree with this as well, since she had the day to sleep and lounge about, and the night was hers for the taking.
`About the roleplayer//
Roleplaying Sample //
What had he been thinking? Marrying a random girl out of nowhere and sweeping her off her feet? How dare he. The classic story of the rich little husband gold digger who comes along and steals him before anyone else can get their paws on him. But alas, in these tales of impending doom--there's always the real victims. The people who have to deal with the shit that comes their way. The people who were against it to start with, but nobody listened to. The children. Specially if both parties have kids, and if they're not oblivious to what's really going on with their parents and where the loyalties lay.
It was a broken house now, so to speak. The father had always been attentive and caring, to make up for the loss of the kids' mother when they were little. However, now some girl had come along and caught his heart--and off he went, using his money to compensate for the fact that he was starting to deviate from being the good dad he'd always been. But his kids--nope, they weren't going to stand for it, and they would raise hell itself, should it become a necessary evil. However, it was too late to stop the marriage from taking place. It'd been done, and they'd gone off on their honeymoon. It was time for Plan B--raise so much hell and mischief that they'd be forced to divorce, or something similar.
The sounds of the kitchen were somewhat busy, with clanking of pots and pans and such sounds echoing about the marble countertops and floor. Dante was busy at work--not necessarily cooking, but planning. With dad gone and everything, the house was a lonesome little place, just him and his sister. The step-mom's kids were supposed to be arriving soon, the dad had made sure of it that they'd be introduced to each other on a first hand basis while they were gone.. A foolish move, indeed; specially when there's no parental units to supervise what might go on.
It was a broken house now, so to speak. The father had always been attentive and caring, to make up for the loss of the kids' mother when they were little. However, now some girl had come along and caught his heart--and off he went, using his money to compensate for the fact that he was starting to deviate from being the good dad he'd always been. But his kids--nope, they weren't going to stand for it, and they would raise hell itself, should it become a necessary evil. However, it was too late to stop the marriage from taking place. It'd been done, and they'd gone off on their honeymoon. It was time for Plan B--raise so much hell and mischief that they'd be forced to divorce, or something similar.
The sounds of the kitchen were somewhat busy, with clanking of pots and pans and such sounds echoing about the marble countertops and floor. Dante was busy at work--not necessarily cooking, but planning. With dad gone and everything, the house was a lonesome little place, just him and his sister. The step-mom's kids were supposed to be arriving soon, the dad had made sure of it that they'd be introduced to each other on a first hand basis while they were gone.. A foolish move, indeed; specially when there's no parental units to supervise what might go on.
Name or nickname // Anabel; but I go by Rayne.
Age // 17
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