Post by siphon on Mar 21, 2010 21:55:58 GMT -5
Name: Siphon Gautier (Pronounced “Go-Shay”)
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Orientation: Straight.
Guild: ------------
Shapeshift Form: panther
Appearance:
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Orientation: Straight.
Guild: ------------
Shapeshift Form: panther
Appearance:
Human: Her eyes, in human form, are a very odd mix. Both irises are a bluish violet. A pale, soothing color uncommon for many. They're stark against her skin tone, but not so much that they draw unwanted attention.Personality:
Her long hair mimics her panther’s black fur; a gorgeous, exotic black with reddish-brown highlights. It flows in loose waves down to her lower back. Her skin, though, seems kissed by the sun. Tanned naturally to a soft golden brown that makes the line of her sinuous body seem that much more enticing.
Siphon is smoothly muscled; not bulky, yet not too thin at the same time. Her weight, although slight at only 115 lbs, generally gives her a fair advantage in a fight, making her much more agile that her opponent. She stands at a mere 5’3, nothing intimidating, yet her aura screams of a darkness undefeated.
The panes of her face are smooth, her lips sensual. Almond shaped eyes and beautiful features, she is a dark beauty. Perfect for her occupation as an exotic dancer. Her body stands out on stage, earning her even more money and quite a few offers. But she is so closed off. She does not enjoy what she does, but it is a fast and an easy job that pays very, very well.
Her clothes are mainly simple. Dark jeans and a tank top. Leathers. Anything that’s fairly tight fitting and comfortable while durable. Black tennis shoes or sometimes just barefoot. That, though, is when she’s not working. While on her shift, she’s dressed in corsets, high heels, and anything skimpy and sexy.
Panther: Muscles flow under a smooth, gleaming black pelt. She was a fighter. Eyes the color of smoldering embers, a deep maroon that is striking against the darkness of her fur. No distinguishing colors. No birthmarks. She is all shadow. The epitome of feline grace.
Canny, wary, and acerbic. Her sarcasm is her first line of defense. Many times, she has been able to talk her way out of a dangerous situation. Though she prefers to stand up and fight, she’s not too prideful that she can’t tuck tail and run. When there’s no way to win, she flees. It is what’s kept her alive for so long.History:
Siphon forgets things… Often. Sometimes, she cannot even recall what her very name is. Though she’s often aware of this, she has very little clue as to why it happens. Her guess is that she’s tried her hardest to forget her past that it’s now affecting her present.
Highly strict on herself, her demeanor, and her body. She comes across as nothing but prey, but when threatened or cornered, she is known to lash out dangerously. Her tolerance to touch is none. She cannot stand casual contact and no one, absolutely no one, has skin privileges. She’s highly thorough with everything she does.
Her mind is as dark as the panther inside. Though she has never killed an innocent, she has killed plenty of times before. But there’s a side of her that still bleeds. That still cries.
She loves the rain. She could stand in a thunderstorm for hours because she feels that’s the only way she can cleanse her soul. The only way she can feel forgiven for whatever she’s done.
Siphon was the middle child of a total of four girls. Her sisters were (From oldest to youngest): Adalyn, Madeline, and Bailey. Siphon was situated in between Madeline and Bailey. Her parents were her French-born mother, Noelle, and her Cajun father, Landon.Sample:
Unlike most large families, the Gautier family was very close-knit. They were all fairly calm and laid back, intent to see where their lives took them.
Siphon’s mother, Noelle, was a house-wife that owned a small bakery a block from their home. She taught the girls the music and arts when they weren’t at school. Noelle was an amazing singer, and loved to cook. The dark-haired beauty spent most of her time entertaining her children and husband with song and dance or baking some sort of sweet to sell in the bakery.
Siphon’s father was the owner of a beautiful line of hotels. Their family had a large income of money and never once did the girls have to worry about not being able to afford something. But instead of being high-class and rude to others, the Gautier’s were very altruist.
Landon was a golden panther shifter. Only Adalyn and Siphon had shown the ability to shift so far. It had skipped over Madeline, and Bailey was too young for them to tell yet.
Adalyn was a golden leopard like her father, her marking appearing a soft navy blue on her hip when she was 13. And though Madeline couldn’t shift, both girls looked almost exactly like their father with beautiful caramel-blond locks and bright, arctic-blue eyes.
Bailey looked just like Landon’s father with gorgeous strawberry-blonde hair, creamy porcelain skin, and emerald eyes.
Siphon was the only one who had inherited their mother’s dark skin and dark coloring. For that reason, she almost never cuts her hair. Her marking is situated in the curve of her lower back, a deep maroon that seems to be a henna marking. It makes her skin seem all the more tan.
No one knows where Siphon’s pure-black panther came from.
They grew up in a beautiful neighborhood in New Orleans, lived a gorgeous life that many yearned for, and had a wonderful family life.
When Siphon was eleven, though, that wonderful world shattered.
Adalyn had been sixteen, Madeline had barely been a teenager, sitting at only fourteen years old. But little Bailey had been so, so young. She’d never known what was going on. She was only five.
That night had been peaceful. The sky was clear, the stars shining bright through their big picture window. Noelle was reading, in French, from an old children’s book that her mother had given her back when she was young. Everyone was fluent in the Gautier family, even Bailey, who sat intent on their mother’s every word.
Siphon and Adelyn sat on the coffee table in front of the couch where Noelle and Landon sat. Bailey was perched upon the stone hearth, leaning forward to listen to her mother. Madeline (Who was just now entering her rebellious stage) was facing away from the group, sitting on the floor and painting her nails, pretending to read her magazine.
But never once did she flip the page.
But the sound of soft footsteps in Noelle’s beloved kitchen had broken the trance of their mother’s voice. Confused glances were passed amongst the family, and Landon slowly rose from the cream-colored couch. He made no move to stay quiet as he rounded the corner into the kitchen. He really didn’t think there was anything there; he thought it was merely the old Cajun house creaking softly.
But his last view was not that of an empty room.
Madeline, having a direct line of view into the kitchen, screamed as her father fell under the onslaught of blades.
The night had passed in blood. Siphon’s three sisters all died under a murder’s watch. Clay Anderson played with them all, shattering both of Adelyn’s legs, and completely amputating Madeline’s so they couldn’t run. He did terrible things to them. Tied their mother to her bed. Raped both Siphon and Madeline. Butchered Bailey before her threw her into the roaring fire.
Siphon had crawled away hid inside the cabinets. She somehow managed to call 911 and keep herself from being discovered while Clay, a wolf shifter, she’d come too realized, ate her sisters in the next room.
The sirens had scared him away like a wild animal when humans had ventured too close.
But the Gautier family was dead. The only two survivors being Noelle and Siphon.
Noelle had gone into a coma for two weeks, leaving her traumatized daughter with nothing but a cold hand to hold onto. For all those days, Siphon had sat in her mother’s hospital room, eyes unfocused, staring at her mother’s sleeping form.
And cried.
When her mother woke, they’d found an apartment to live in, sold the bakery, and tried to go back to living their lives.
But nothing was the same. Nothing would ever be the same.
They were too broken to live.
Noelle hung herself when Siphon was nearing her thirteenth birthday, unable to bear the weight of her daughters and her beloved husband’s deaths. In the end, she chose them over Siphon, leaving the preteen to survive on her own.
Siphon’s mind broke completely the day she came home from school to find her mother’s feet swaying in the air above a toppled chair. She knew she couldn’t look. She just dropped her backpack and turned, robotically setting to gathering any money and needed items she could find and stuffing them into a light pack.
She hit the streets and never looked back.
But now she lives as nothing but a shell of what she once was. Her body toned and eager to fight. Her will to live comes from nowhere but sheer determination. She refuses to give in to the man that destroyed her life. She refuses to back down.
But she’s also got nothing to live for, which makes her all the more dangerous.
She couldn’t breathe.Other:
She couldn’t breathe.
The stench of burning flesh clogged her throat, and she choked. Her entire body shook in fear… in pain. This couldn’t be happening to her.
This couldn’t be happening to her family.
But those black, black eyes held no remorse as he looked upon her as if she were nothing but pure meat.
Prey. She was not prey!
Adelyn moved her hand, drawing the butcherer’s attention to her. He cocked his head at the sixteen year old that lay broken on the blood-stained carpet.
“Run, Siphon. Run.” She mouthed.
The male barked out a laugh that made Siphon cringe and fight not to cover her ears from the terrible noise.
“Little kitten won’t run, girl,” He taunted. “she likes this. Don’t you, kitten?” He swept his fingers through a pool of Madeline’s blood and pressed them to Siphon’s lips. “Taste, kitty. Come taste. You’ll love the richness of her blood.”