Post by allysmurfy on Oct 6, 2010 19:02:37 GMT -5
Name: Julia
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Orientation: Straight
Guild: Assassins
Shapeshift Form: hawk
Appearance:
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Orientation: Straight
Guild: Assassins
Shapeshift Form: hawk
Appearance:
Human. Her brown hair curls down her back, ending just below her shoulder blades. Red bangs fall in front of her eyes. When you see her eyes, they flash red with specks of gold from the contacts she wears to hide the fact that she is one eyed blind. The contacts her eyes are harden, often not showing any emotion, and when they do, it often very strong hate. She has a scar on her stomach which was from a stab wound and it now looks slivery and rugged stretching across her adamant, and she has another one stretching across her right eye. Her fingers are long and nimble. In the human society, one would say she has painters’ hands, perfect for throwing a knife, or curling her finger around the trigger. Her nose is short and sharp, looking rather mouse like; it often twitches so that she can smell better. Her skin is golden, and if often lightens in the winter time. In the summer, she never gets sunburned. Her shifter tattoo is at the base of her neck, and is often covered by her hair.Personality:
Her clothes are often causal: jeans, black or blue, and a t-shirt. In the summer she wears her shorts just below the knees, the style called the Baltimore short. One would be very hard pressed to find her in anything that is considered ‘girly’. She can’t remember the reason, but anything pink, gown like or sparkly makes her sick. By the first frosting, she already has her black hoodie pulled over her head with her sneakers on.
Julia is a quiet person. She is most often an anti-social person. But if you argue with her, she will not back down and usually will respond violently. She holds to her beliefs but doesn’t go around trying to convince everyone who is a believer of God that He’s not real, but if the topic is mentioned she might suck you into a debate about it. From growing up on the streets she usually thinks about what the consequences of her actions are, and if she doesn’t she is uncontrollably mad.History:
Julia had a rather rough childhood, and from experience she usually backs out of a problem before it gets too big. And if does get into it, she gives it all she got either with the skills she learned, or her wide vocabulary of words. When being offended, she usually just says ‘back off’ or ‘shut up’ unless you bring up her parents. Her sore spot. (Will be explained in history.) She doesn’t say much, she just listens, trying to gather information which otherwise would of come easily to her if she could see better. Julia loves learning new languages, or studying something new, as long as it isn’t math, or astronomy.
She would rather be outside then inside any day. While a lover of the night, Julia likes daylight, but she will not stand for being woken up early. When Julia is woken up before eight, she won’t speak until she eats or drinks, and if she does it’s just a grunt. Not because she’s mad she just can’t, her throat is dry, and it will only go away with time.
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Born, and raised in the rough streets of Baltimore, Maryland, Julia has always had a tough time. When Julia was ten, her mother was diagnosed with stage three breast cancer. Her family was middle class, and the cost of her mother’s treatment was too much, they soon became evicted and had to move in a small one bedroom apartment. Six weeks later, when Julia was eleven, her mother died at the hospital.
Emotionally distraught Julia ran wild about the city, always running around with drug users, always carrying a knife, she never dabbled into the dangerous drugs, or the unsavory actives her ‘friends’ where doing. Her thoughts loomed on everything being unfair and the world was unjust. Julia went looking for fist fights to get into, to take her mind off the pain of her loss.
When one day, the fist fight turned into a knife fight; Julia was left with multiple scars, and a cut eye. The other person she faced was inflicted with long deep cuts, that later got infected with a STAFF infection, or so she heard. She didn’t care, her eye was bleeding and her sight was becoming blurry. She couldn’t go to the doctors, her father didn’t earn that much money, and there was nothing the local clinic could do. A week after the knife fight she went blind in her right eye.
When Julia was twelve, her father started acting weird. Coming home drunk and snapping at her to get a job, or do better in the dingy little school she went to. He continued to get worse and worse, until one day he went too far.
It was also the night her father scarred her, it was the night she finally fought back. Her dad had been fooling around with her since a few weeks after her mother’s death, it was always worse when he was high. But on that night, her knife had been under her pillow. Julia had done it without thinking.
Why, yes she had at some point in her life loved her dad dearly, but that had been when everything was right in the world. That had been when she was truly blind. So when he came into her bedroom that night, she stabbed him repeatedly in the right shoulder, making it go limp and walked out. Julia didn’t forget to call the police before she left, making sure to give her side of the story.
At the age of fourteen, she had made her way around Baltimore, through Delaware and had passed through Pennsylvania, wondering around and sleeping on the tops of buildings during the night.
It was on a particularly stormy night; Julia had decided to sleep in the Hispanic section of Philadelphia, trying to learn their language through a ‘friend’ she had, that was also tutoring her in other subjects. She was walking about the rooftop, thinking of how to say “It is possible”, and “Yes, I do want that cheese cake” in Spanish when the storm picked up, lighting was cracking over her head and she felt the hairs on the back of her neck rise. A streak of lighting hit the building across the street and in shock she jumped. Over the edge of the tall building she fell, down to the shabby streets.
But before she hit the ground - that would have certainly meant death - Julia had shifted into a broad-winged hawk. Stunted and panicked, she fought the storm and learned to fly her way back to the top of the roof where she changed back and huddled into her tatty sleeping bag that was already starting to soak up the rain. That night, her shifter tattoo appeared looking like a silvery hot burn on the back of her neck.
A couple months before her sixteenth birthday, she flew from Philadelphia to New York, determined to make her own gang even with all the social problems she had. Soon she was leading a group of five or so people throughout the streets of Queens and the Outer Bronx. Julia found that Spanish was only a small percentage of what she had to learn.
The Italian and Asian gangs were going to start an all out war and she would have to choose a side. Her following of five or so were made up of mostly young females, yet some were Asian, and two were Italian. Julia could feel the group braking apart as the fighting and violence around them escalated. Julia took it upon herself to learn both languages.
After a few shoplifting trips she had gotten everything she needed to learn. Julia learned quickly, having nothing better than roam the streets, or fly through the sky, she set to work learning both languages so she could understand what was going on around her.
Soon she was able to understand those around her when she walked down the street, through the markets or at the general store, opening up a whole new world one that doesn’t require eyesight.
By her sixteenth birthday the violence had gone down, her small group was still intact and she had managed to stay out of trouble. She had been dating a boy in her little ‘gang’ they had gotten into a fight and had taken to stomping about the city in a small fit.
Her one eye trained to the ground, and angry thoughts flittering through her head. Now looking back on the situation she knew she should have paid attention. At the time she didn’t and she can’t take running into a Russian Mob member back.
Having severely hurt that mob member when he tried to touch her, the rest of his friends followed the chase. They had cornered her in a small ally in some dingy part of the city. The five grown men closed in around Julia. She had hurt one of their friends
Please let it be notted that I am having trouble with her name. Her name is Julia, not Juliet.