Post by Skittles on Jan 29, 2011 0:09:43 GMT -5
Name: Kelissande Velpin
Age: Seventeen
Gender: Female
Orientation: Bisexual
Guild: Assassins
Shapeshift Form: grizzly bear
Appearance:
Age: Seventeen
Gender: Female
Orientation: Bisexual
Guild: Assassins
Shapeshift Form: grizzly bear
Appearance:
Her hair is black. The length of her hair goes a little past her shoulders. Her hair is naturally straight; she does straighten it more often than she doesn’t. She has brown eyes almost the same color as amber but a bit darker. Her eyes almost always has bright, mysterious look to them. She does wear eye liner and eye shadow. She is 5’5 in height and weighs about 120 pounds.Personality:
She is somewhat muscular she tends to do some working out here and there. But nothing big; she will jog at night or early in the morning when she wakes up. She also does some sit ups and pushups but that’s about it. She wears whatever she feels like wearing at the time. She usually wears jeans and can be seen in an old pair of sneakers almost all of the time depending on what she’s doing. You would never see her wearing a dress unless it’s to a wedding or a dance and even then she tries to wear a skirt instead. The same goes with high heels. As for the shape of her sun kissed body, she represents your stereotypical view of a man's image when it comes down to women. She has an hourglass shaped body with curves in all the right places.
In her grizzly bear form she is brown, weighs about 450 pounds, and the length of her body is 7 feet. Her fur appears rather.......grizzly. No pun intended, and you thought fur was fluffy. Her eyes are a deep amber, darkening considerably after her shift. She shuffles more than she walks.
She is very slow to trust people. She knows this and sees it as a good thing; because she doesn’t want to trust the wrong person. You can gain her trust depending and what you do to gain it. She’s not one to trust you even if you did save her life. If she has a bad feeling about someone and they try to gain her trust it’s never going to happen unless you change the way she feels about you. This can make her hard to befriend because she doesn’t befriend anyone unless she can trust you. She may seem to be your friend but the fact is she might just be putting up with you and doesn’t care.History:
She doesn’t like to have people close to her because she’s afraid of losing them. She isn’t the kind of girl to have crushes or to be head over heels for some guy. She also isn’t the kind of girl to have a fling with someone; meaning she wouldn’t just date a guy for the fun of it. She’s the kind of girl that would stay in any kind of relationship. But she isn't clingy and knows when to give someone space. On the outside came seem very tough and intimating. Most of the time she acts like she could care less about the world she lives in.
She does this because it’s easier for her to act then to let her true self out only because she doesn’t want to get hurt. She doesn’t say what’s on her mind depending on the situation and who she’s talking to. She is very secretive; she would never tell you about her past unless you forced it out of her, and of course being secretive as another side to it; she can keep any kind of secret no matter how big or how small unless of course it has to do with her close friends like say a boyfriend was cheating on one of her close friends then she would tell. She is very careful about the words she uses she would never tell it like it is and would try to keep you guessing. But at times she can be very straight forward. She can be very tolerant for other people and any kind of person; even though she would rather be alone she doesn’t mind company. This also comes with how she has a lot of patience for anyone children to adults.
She doesn’t mind other people as long as they know there place; she can share her territory, like her room. She never opens up to people she not the kind of person to spill out her whole life story to people and she tends to stay by herself. She is the one to fight her own battles but she will fight for others if she believes it's the right thing to do. Mostly she sticks up for the weak. She is always opened minded you may not think so at first. Being opened minded can mean a lot of things but for her it’s everything; to doing something she’s never done before, to making friends. On the inside and out no matter what situation she’s in, she’s always calm and relaxed, though there are times where she seems calm but really she’s panicking.
This also comes with how she’s always quick-thinking; this comes in handy when she wants to get out of a situation, but she does have her bad moments like anybody else. She’s also cool under a lot of pressure meaning that freak when she’s under a lot of pressure and tends to act like it’s not a really big thing. She will get anything done that she puts her mind to. She is very persistent and will never give up unless there’s no other choice. This can also lead her to be stubborn because she won’t back down no matter what anyone else says. She is very impulsive meaning she tends to act on first thoughts or feelings; this can be a bad thing or good depending on what she did. Sometimes she can see the ending to the situation and looks at it from both sides.
She hates when she does this because it usually stops her and after she thinks about what could have happened and wishes she’d have done something instead of letting it go. She the kind of girl who would fight her own battles rather than have others fight them for her. She is very paranoid, the smallest noise would freak her out, and would have to look and see what it was. She’s normally laid back, and unaggressive meaning she tries to avoid fights that she wouldn’t want; though she would fight with words if she feels it’s the only thing to do. But with hand to hand combat not so much it’s not the she’s afraid she just thinks it’s not necessary no matter what the situation was. She avoids drama, because it’s not something she wants to get involved in; of course it also kind of depends on what the drama is. She is also very logical and sarcastic and most of the time she puts both together and can sometimes make it seem rude when she doesn't mean it to be.
No matter how it may seem she is very nice once you get past her shell.
This is the side of her that she doesn’t show to anyone not even the people close to her. By herself; She can be the fun-loving teenager that most people are. She is very loving to animals no matter what kind and will do anything for them even risking her own life for them. She finds this very hard to keep to herself at this time because of all the shifters. She loves the beach when it’s past midnight mostly because no one’s there and because she’s mostly active at night, then day. She loves to chase the water in and have it chase her out.
The beach is where she can have the most fun she can do anything to wave jumping, to swimming, to just relaxing on a beach towel. She also has this thing about being fascinated by the smallest things and weirdest things. Sometime these fascinations of her can last all her life to just a couple of day; depending on how she likes it and if she gets bored of it. With her fascinations she finds things and is fascinated by it; then she wants to learn more about it. This leads her to have more knowledge then she did; and sometimes she wants to know even more about it. Some examples of her fascinations are foreign languages, the moon, and the water. All three have unlimited knowledge; no one knows all the things that can be know about these things.
They expected so much out of her. Her parents were born Scholars. Her father a philosopher while her mother was a Psychologist. She was surrounded by “mumbo jumbo bullshit” as she would call it in her later life. Life was all about lessons, and though fun was permitted, school work was of the upmost importance. She stayed her life indoors, reading and learning. This was not to say that she didn't enjoy her work. She became an avid writer, and found interest all over. She watched as young a child, and was sensitive to the emotions around her. There were seldom fights in the house, given their rules to “talk it out.” Everyone said what was on her mind, and it was in this open minded home that she was raised.Sample:
She was 12 when the first shift happened. It was worse than puberty, as she would later come to state. They had been on their way for a vacation to visit family in Texas when they had stopped at a gas station. She had simply taken from the car to stretch out her legs when she had caught a scent. It was a scent that she had never wafted into her nostrils before. It wasn't sweet, in fact, it wasn't like anything she'd ever smelled. After following the scent she came upon the corpse of a rotting deer that had been run over on the side of the road. But for some peculiar reason she didn't think it smelled bad. In fact, it barely smelled at all. It was her sense of smell that would lead to the first change. It was only seconds later that she felt the shifts in her body, and within minutes her size had a growth spurt to that of a bear. A grizzly bear to be exact. Her shift didn't last too long. In fact, she was only there for minutes. Her mind had gone down to three items. As if they were chanting in some other language. Eat. Mate. Sleep.
She came out of what she considered a trance, confused, dazed and naked. She had quickly put her clothes on, and the incident had been unseen by any other. But she never forgot the smell the corpse of the deer had afterward. It had changed in just those minutes. She couldn't forget the sight of her eyes overlooking the corpse and her legs bending as if to get a better grasp upon the corpse.
She pushed it off as a bad dream, though, those days was when her insomnia began to click in. She woke up in terrified sweats, the scent of that flesh upon her skin as if she was crawling all over it again. For all she knew, she had shifted again, but in her mind, this wasn't even possible. There was no such thing as “magic”. Science could prove that. Science could prove anything. She just wasn't getting enough REM sleep, right?
She was 15 when muggers ran into her and her father while they were walking home from the theater in Ohio. They killed her father, as he had been the one to put up a fight. Her mother was out on business, for the luck, and they tried to go after her. She blanked out. Once again, she found herself changing, panic setting in she could barely hear her own father's troubles down below.
She didn't even realize he was dead until she woke up naked, cold and confused next to his dead body. That happenings of that night coming back to her as she realized her grizzly bear form had fed off her own father's body.
None of the counseling in the entire world could have saved her from those images. She did learn how to remotely control what was happening to her, realizing what was setting them off, but she never willingly changed. She never wanted to do so again.
She ran as far as she could close to her 17th year, and found hope with her mother that she might find an answer there. Never telling her mother of the happenings, she simply explained it would be the best for her, and she was allowed.
She sulked atop the platform, keeping her face hidden behind a veil of cascading, curly, blond locks. A smirk had been tugging at her lips for several moments. The brutes that ran the joint had made sure to take special precautions with the wild child known as Mila Shay Porter. She preferred MiMi but people, if you could call her a person, hardly got what they wanted. They had shackled her ankles, wrists, torso, and attached a chain of some sort or another to the collar around her neck, They also had placed a device of some sort to prevent her from sight.Other:
They had grown quite accustomed to her gift. Every master she had in the past got rid of her as quickly as they could. One of her masters even had the gall to try and rape her. To put it kindly, he had his crotch on ice for days. Because of her looks, others underestimated her more often times than not.They soon found out she wasn't just a pretty face. Underneath the innocent mask lay a beast waiting to strike.
Coming slowly out of her reverie, she shifted and allowed the multiple chains, that tethered her to the ground, to jingle. She was close to being broken in. Sadly, the beatings she had received were breaking her more than she'd like to admit. She closed her eyes, breathing in the air that filtered steadily through the mask.To these monsters, she was just a freak with a pretty face and a number. Instead of treating her like a living, breathing being with feelings, they treated her like a lowly head of cattle. She had gotten used to it, but the fact alone didn't abate her hatred for the "normal" people.
Her stomach snarled with hunger, and her mouth felt like sand paper. Her tongue seemed to be stuck to the roof of her mouth. Her hair was grungy because they didn't trust her to take a bath or a shower. They feared she'd either try to kill herself or one of them once she was freed from the cell that they kept her in. The cell was about five times too small and quite cramped. To make it worse, they managed to cram a boy in with her. He always stared at her like she was a fine cut of meat.
It freaked her out, but she submitted to loneliness when the guards were on illegal bathroom breaks. She curled against him and allowed him to run his fingers through her hair. It comforted her, and she would miss him. While her mind drifted, she recalled the moments of brief passion they shared. It never went beyond kissing, but it still set a fire coursing through her abdomen. She was glad to have let him get past the mask to the sweet girl she used to be. They shared forbidden moments together and in the confines of her mind, she would always remember him.
She was glad for the mask that concealed her face because her cheeks had darkened to a pink pigmentation as she recalled the brief time she spent with Darryl. She could hear her heart pounding in her chest, and she hoped she was the only one who could hear it. Blood roared in her ears, and a quiet noise bubbled in her throat. She managed to stifle it but just barely. Her small frame swayed, threatening to collapse. She knew what the problem was. She was weak from starvation and dehydration.
Then it happened. With her eyes tightly shut, she collapsed. Her head, luckily protected by the mask, bounced against the wooden floor of the platform. She simply sprawled there, unwilling to get up or give the slightest indication that she was still breathing. Multiple colors swam in her line of vision, and her head was throbbing. She could smell the sickly scent of iron. Something warm and rather sticky was beginning to mat her hair.
She couldn't stop the moan of pain that bubbled past her quivering lips. For the first time in ages, she knew she had been beaten. The wild child was now just reduced to the weak child. She didn't want to move for fear the ones running the show would beat her senseless. After all, they preferred her this way; weak and bloody. They figured it would instill pity into the hearts of the buyers. She simply lay there in a pathetic heap.
Sorry the appearance is so short. I didn't have the same muse I did with Mila when it came to appearance. D: