Post by kennedy evans on Dec 13, 2010 23:31:39 GMT -5
KENNEDY NOELLE EVANS
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"WRONG IN ALL THE RIGHT WAYS!"
you say you're curious[/color]
CAN'T LEAVE A THING TO YOUR IMAGINATION[/font][/center]
NAME: miss. kennedy noelle evans[/size]
AGE:20
GENDER:female
BIRTHDAY: march 21st
BLOOD: wolf
PACK:starshadow
TITLE/RANK: scout
[/color]but oh, you seem so serious
I SHOULD ENJOY THE SWEET INTERROGATION[/font][/center]EYES: her eyes are like little peices of the sky, they are a fair blue color, that has hints of grey and silver all through out the area surrounding her iris.
HAIR: her hair is like a blindingly blonde cascading waterfal of tight curls that bounce around her face playfully, even when up in a ponytail.
WEIGHT: a thin 127 at most
HEIGHT: at a tall 5' 10''
PLAY-BY: taylor swift
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: Kennedy happen to have very fair skin, which is rather rare. some compare her skin to that of a porcelain doll, on the fair skin she has some strawberry brown birthmarks including one on the left side of her neck. she disposes the unusual little marking and wishes desperately it would disappear.
ATTIRE: Kennedy's style is very whimsical. She owns everything from the most elegant dress to sweat pants. Some would say her style is rather classical or vintage wit miniature modern flairs mixed in. She is rather on the girl side though when it comes to dressing, for she enjoys skirts, and sundresses as much as the next girl, while at the same time knows that at any given moment she might be asked to run messages to another clan. So she is always perpared.
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i should not be telling you
[/color]I'M FLATTERED BY YOUR INTEREST[/font][/center]
LIKES:
running
desmond
daydreaming
sketching
singing
guitar
shopping
healthy eating
DISLIKES:
standing still
pushy self centered people
pressure
birthdays
fast food
STRENGTHS:
fast runner
quick learner
artisitc
dreamer
good at consoling others
WEAKNESSES:
desmond
her friends
not to strong muscle wise
emotional
QUIRKS/HABITS:
lip biting
hair twirling
humming
taping fingers on things
FEARS:
being forced against her will to do something she knows is wrong
loosing everyone close to her, especially desmond zenith.
big bodies of water, since she cant swim.
GOALS:
to marry desmond
to survive till shes at least 50.
PERSONALITY:Romantic, daydreamer. There are no truer words to be spoken about kennedy, who forever yearned for the fantasy of fairytales to have a ring of truth to them - so completely unaware of the mythical world that swirled about her and even within her as a child. She'd heard the stories, but never thought that one day she would be part of those same stories. Ever since she shifted she wanted to go back to her small little town outside romania so she could tell people to eat their words. But she formed a new characteristic after she morphed she became worrisome. She promised herself shed look after herself and those she cared about. that way she couldn't hurt them.
An avid daydreamer, it is quite rare to catch Kennedy fully focused within the realm of reality; always floating off into thoughts that are far more captivating than school work or a job. Eyes are nearly always half lidded, carelessly roaming the streets, rarely on time for anything - at least ten minutes late or early for every important meeting, something that vexes the more focused and solemn of her clan. She's unfailingly optimistic, but in a more childish sense; forever cheerful, even during the worst circumstances. It is this innocence that causes many to become fed up with her, writing her off simply as immature and air headed, though she's quite the opposite.
Her intelligence is not that of the norm - but really, is anything about her personality normal? - more in tune with human emotions than anything else. She can pick up and reflect upon other's moods quite easily, having an uncanny ability to guess what another is thinking, simply based on the expression of their face. A gift that she takes quite seriously, always extremely cautious when approaching other human beings, known to respond almost overly apologetically if she feels she's been offensive. Theres a downside to this, however, mood often diminishing along with the one of her partner's; if she were the enter the room of a person within deep depression, her own cheerful mood would immediately sink into a state of unhappiness to match their own.
Kennedy is quite absent minded - not in the manner that she's clumsy, for running has added a slight grace to her movements. For her to trip and fall is quite a rarity. Instead, she's better known to lose her things; not little things, either. Not an earring or a set of sunglasses. No, expensive things. Cellphones, ipods, car keys; valuable things. They always go missing around ken, only to be found in the most random and troubling of places; rammed into a box of kleenex, knocking beneath the old carpet of the laundry room, wedged in to the cabinets that contain cereal. It's because of this that nearly every one of her items has some type of warrenty to ensure a replacement, should - and it will happen - she lose it.
Her personality is quintessentially kennedy; not to be changed, altered, stifled in any manner. She's vibrant, playful and very much her own person.
you start to hypnotize me
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MOTHER: Ella Marie Shields
FATHER: Anthony Marcus Evans.
SIBLINGS: none.
OTHER: nada.
PLACE OF BIRTH: a small city known as constanta on the outskirts of Romania.
CURRENT RESIDENCE: Romania
HISTORY:
Kennedy’s life has never been anything close to the perfection she has always dreamed of. Her mother was a wolf, and her father was a wolf, but also hunter. Of course neither of them new that at the time. It was a crazy one night stand at the time, they had been under stress and a lil alcohol could fix that, if they hadn’t met one another. As soon as they woke up and found their naked bodies tangled together, they realized what they had done, and what would soon be on the way.
Her father, a person of no true importance to the hunters left their society, to be with her mother. Who while having told him she had left her clan really was lying to him. Her baby was a disgrace, to have a child with a hunter, and to be loved by a hunter was even worse. So played him, the moment the baby was out form her womb, she vanished, leaving Kennedy with her father. Her mother and her clan disappeared and were never seen again. This angered the ex hunter, he was now some kind of rouge wolf, a nomad if you will, because he had left his life as a hunter behind. But even in this blind anger he cared for the child in hopes that one day she would be a hunter in his place.
Yet as she grew things became strange in her home. Her father would remind her all the time how her blonde hair and pale skin looked just like her mother, the only thing wrong was that her eyes were green. HE would get close to her, and touch her. It made the young girl afraid, but he continued to do it. Her own father rapped her countless times, taking advantage of the young and frail child. Screams and crying were never tolerated in this house hold, and as she grew so did his abuse. He would beat her till she was on the edge of death, leaving a bruised and bloody body of a nine year old laying on the floor. But in an instant at the age of ten everything came to an abrupt halt. It was sunset and as he closed in on her she felt a hot pain shot through her body, every muscle under her skin ripping and tears pulling them selves to elongate, and bones crack and stuck out at obscure angles. The pain seemed to last an eternity in her mond but in reality only a moment later she was upon her father ripping her to shreds, and enjoying it. The instincts were over powering any sense judgment she had left. While he was a wolf he couldn’t defend himself for before the shock of his own daughters transformation had warn off he was dead.
Not knowing why she answered the over powering call of the forest, and dashed madly around looking for help or whatever it was she was searching for. That’s when she found it. A man stood their looking at her with a grin, the smile seem to melt any left over anger or fear, and she changed back into her human body. Cold and confused she shiver standing in the middle of the forest completely care. All the man did was silently slide off his jacket it and drap it around her. Speaking softly and almost in a whisper to come with him. She followed for what must have been a mile, until they arrived at their destination. The star shadow meeting place. Their were quite a few other people running around, and a few children around her age or a little older watching and admiringly gazing at their elders. She was adopted into the clan immediately, and it was like a dream come true. A real family, only with people who would never look alike, people coming and going as needed or instructed or welcomed.
It was after a hot bath and someone provided clothes for the young girl that she met her best friend from then on. One, Mr. Desmond Zenith. Immediately the two bonded even though he was two years older then her. They were always together playing and talking and telling secrets. It seemed only normal that she became infatuated with him. Soon she wrapped him around her heart, and refused to let him go. Now it seems as though he is always on her mind and that it is painfully obvious to everyone but him, who still only thinks of her as that little girl who he became best friends with.
Anyway, she found at an early age that her wolf body was not exactly built for destruction, and that her blue eyes were to sensitive to light to become a good sentinal. But while their were many thing that is seemed she couldn’t be one seemed to come out of nowhere and grab her attention. The job of scouting, or sending messages between packs. It’s the job of a good runner, and requires a lean agile body which she posses both in human and wolf form. She loves her job, as ways prepared to send messages for her pack just because she loves feeling like she’s useful, as well as hating to ever sit down.
Latly things havent been looking good for her clan, not only were they nearly eliminated for good, but desmond her dearest friend has been forced into the alpha position. Shes scared of his inner emtions and feels the need to help but inst sure how, also in that last attack she was nearly killed, there are scaring bite marks on the side of her stomach from where she was grabbed by another wolf, who had been on the opposing side. She lost a lot of friends in this battle and is having to worry more and more.
It seems now that her job is becoming more and more dangerous, for hostile clans, and hunters like her father are closing in on their own happy nearly destroyed little clan.
who am i talking to
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ALIAS: KENNY or ABBIE please
AGE: im 15 >.<
EXPERIENCE: 3 years soon to be 4.
CONTACT: pm me! :3
RP SAMPLE:
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-.- like its a bad thingChristopher had only been living in la push for two days, and already he had fallen in love with it. It was a beautiful place... with lots of nature, friendly people, and cool places. He had seen them on his way in but never really belived that they could be so cool... the cliffs were amazing. They had already become his favorite place. Smiling he felt the cool morning breeze on his light tan skin. Some peice of hair fell in his face but easily he ran a strong hand through his long hair and it fell back into place.
Still smiling he had gotten up early and drove up here. To watch the sun rise. It really was beautiful as it Dawn faded away as he stood at the edge, just looking out over the waters, over the rocks, and into the sky... the colors swirled and mixed as the sky became filled with bright reds, pinks, oranges, all different shades of blues, and purples.
Right then the world seemed so easy. Prefect in every way... like it was impossible for death to be real. As if all the troubles were silenced for one moment of pure peace, and beauty. If only the world always felt like that. Chris had always liked to think times had been better when his mom was alive... she had been a beautiful strong women... until she had passed. Chris sighed... he had loved his mom, and nothing woud ever make him forget her.
Chris felt so alone sometimes... the world wasn't always so great to the boy who had no family. He had run away... and never planned to see his stupid moeny loving step father again. With thoughts of his step dad came worries... worries about the school year which was about to start. Summer was quicly fading. He had spent it with friends in calli but couldn't stay there for long without his step dad guessing where he was. So he came to forks... and la push... a small town as far away as he could find. Somewhere were there was still ocean though... even if he couldsurf.
Smiling he looked over the edge... maybe today he would jump, or maybe not... he had all the time in the world.
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Word Count: 420ish I think
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