Post by shishi on Feb 29, 2012 14:20:04 GMT -5
shaydee kay zanders
SHE SAYS I'VE GOT THE BEST
beating heart in the world
SHE SAYS I'VE GOT THE BEST
beating heart in the world
HEY THERE, MY NAME IS SHISHI
AND I'VE BEEN AROUND THIS PLANET NINETEEN
TIMES, BUT I'VE BEEN ROLE-PLAYING FOR SEVEN YEARS.
THE OTHER CHARACTERS I PLAY HERE ARE SHAYDEE
AND OH, WAIT, ONE LAST THING. THAT PHRASE IN THE RULES IScheat and die;;
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AND I'VE BEEN AROUND THIS PLANET NINETEEN
TIMES, BUT I'VE BEEN ROLE-PLAYING FOR SEVEN YEARS.
THE OTHER CHARACTERS I PLAY HERE ARE SHAYDEE
AND OH, WAIT, ONE LAST THING. THAT PHRASE IN THE RULES IS
IT MAKES HER WANT TO TWIRL AROUND
until she hit’s the ground
until she hit’s the ground
NICKNAMES: Shay, DeeZee
AGE: Seventeen
GENDER: Female
RACE: Black Dog
CLASS: C
PLAY BY: Saya Otonashi from Blood +[/size][/ul]
I SWEAR TOGETHER WE'VE BEEN
here before but we never looked away
here before but we never looked away
HAIR: Black/Navy, cropped short with bangs ranging from forehead to chin length.
SKIN: Pale White
BODY: Thin, slender, athletic build.
UNUSUAL: Shaydee is a big fan of body art. When it comes to piercing, she has a single, silver stud on her tongue, several different piercing in her ears along with her star belly button bar. When it comes to tattoos, she has a cluster of stars on her right, frontal pelvic area and a purples orchid with vines on her left shoulder/upper arm. She only has one scar, claw marks across the right side of her rib cage from when she and her eldest brother had gotten into a rather violent fight.
OTHER FORM: The Black Dog
Though not the largest dog, Shaydee is of decent sizing, bigger than an average wolf. Her fur is the same shade as her hair a dark black.blue hue and her eyes are a deep shade of crimson.
APPEARANCE: Standing at a messily 5’5” and weighting around 115-120lbs, Shaydee isn’t exactly supermodel build. Long legs built for running lead up to the light curvature of her hips, following a flat torso, well developed chest, a set of arms that’s best for push-ups but not pull-ups. A young, feminine face with cheeks still clinging to the baby fat of her younger years. All and all, she’s a petit yet athletic teenager. Shaydee has always been a fan of having short hair, often complaining about how long hair is too hard to take care of. So, she chooses a simple, well maintained bob cut. The ends curling around her neck and chin, bangs swept sideways. Though often falling into face.
Her eyes take a large, almond shaped, their russet brown hue laced in thick, dark eyelashes, though, in certain lights, one may see a deep, crimson glow in them., Her full, pale lips often holding that little lopsided smile that just seems to match the way she holds her entire person. Naturally pale, she is a true creature of the night and never seems to tan eve when she’s out in the sun. She just seems to burn a little a go back to being pale.
When it comes to clothing though, Shaydee isn’t that picky. Sneakers, boots or nothing is her choice of footwear. There’s nothing like running around bare foot when she can get away with it. Jean pants and shorts, or basket ball shorts, are he favorite for bottoms. Maybe a pair of sweat pants once in a while. For tops its t-shirt, tight or loose, and tank tops. She never really lingers on one style of any kind, though most of her cloths are more boyish, but she has been know to dress-up once in a while. Though, it is a rare day when this girl wears a dress. A skirt? Maybe. But no dresses!
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TWO SEATS INSIDE AN EMPTY ROOM
with one more night what’s left to lose
with one more night what’s left to lose
DISLIKES: Orders, sitting still, being called a “mutt”, her eldest brother, vegetables, lectures, and cages or collars.
STRENGTHS: Her senses of smell and hearing, speed, and her level of inelegance.
WEAKNESSES: Iron, salt, her temper, and her fear of hunters.
SECRETS: Shaydee has a deep rooted fears of hunters since she was just a pup. (See history for explanation.)
OVERALL: Hot tempered, foul-mouthed, and slightly arrogant from the start, Shaydee isn‘t a girl anyone wants to get into an argument with. If she gets upset enough, she isn’t afraid to throw a few punches to prove herself. And she‘s not above fighting dirty either. Her tomboyish and crude nature though tends to scare people away. First impressions do matter after all. But, the truth is, deep down, this girl‘s a softy. She can be kind and caring if she‘s with someone she loves, such as her family or friends. She does love making friends, when she can manage, but isn’t above being a loner either. She does have a few odd habits, such as humming when things are too quiet, without even thinking, and toying with the silver spinner ring around her right middle finger. Some find it annoying, but its really just a nervous motion. She Can’t help it if it keeps her calm and collected… for a little while anyway.[/size][/ul]
WE LAY WITH NOT A WORD TO SAY
alone we’ll wait ‘til something’s wrong
alone we’ll wait ‘til something’s wrong
FATHER: Nathan Zanders, Deceased.
SIBLINGS: Kody Zanders, Deceased. Ashton Zanders, 23
OTHER PEOPLE: Her uncle, Theodor Zanders, 47. Her fathers twin and the made who taught her everything she knows.
HISTORY: Born to an already full family, Shaydee was a third of three children Nathan and Delilah gave birth too. She was also their only, and very sheltered, daughter. Her two older brothers got a kick out of teasingly calling her the “runt” of the family when she was little. Because of the issues with their kind and humans, Shaydee was forbidden to be in her true form without the supervision of her parents. None of the children could, especially not her. She rarely got a change to dig her paws into the Earth, rather than pathetically loping around on two scrawny legs. Of course, like any child who didn’t understand, she complained and questioned her parents actions to no end. One day though, she would never speak against them again.
She, her father and brothers went out on a run with her Uncle, Theodor, the spitting image of her own father. Only being seven years of age, she was the smallest and would run between her brothers are the to older dogs took the lead. This was something they did weekly, while their mother was home making some form of dessert and writing up assignments for her home schooled children. Sadly though, not all of the dogs would make it home. It seems, rumors of their family had reached the ears of Hunters, humans seeking to destroy their kind and anyone like them. The family was tracked through the woods of Oregon, circled and trapped in a ring of salt. Pacing, growling and wanting to protect is children, Nathan was the first to be killed. Despite their lore’s, Black Dogs can be killed with enough force and an iron weapon. In this case, an arrow. Several of them. The second to be targeted was Shaydee herself, being the smallest. The only reason she survived was her second eldest brother, Kody, thrusting her quivering body out of the way and taking the hit for her.
After that though, the Hunters got sloppy. A gust of wind broke the salt circle, freeing the remaining dogs. Theodor knew he couldn’t stay behind for his much wanted revenge and, instead, lead the children off. After zigzagging for hours, they made it home, only to inform Delilah of what happened. Knowing there was no time to grieve, they packed what they could in a old truck, and took off, leaving Oregon. Their next home was Borrow, Alaska. Even though she was so young, the memories of her father and brother’s death still haunt Shaydee, reminding her of why they had to be so careful and making her bitter towards most humans. The years went by and Delilah still feared for the life of her youngest. Word reached them though of a school. One that would help Shaydee control her anger and her abilities, for it had been on more than one occasion that this particular Black Dog had almost revealed itself simple out of anger. Without a second thought, Shaydee was enrolled and sent away to be with other creatures. To learn, to live, and, as Delilah hoped, to be safe.
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WITH FACES PRESSED AGAINST THE
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wall lets show the world what we are about
RP SAMPLE: NOTE- This was taken from another rp. Hope you don‘t mind!
Disaster. A fucking disaster. That’s the only was Shaydee could describe this whole stupid thing. Werewolves and Vampires? Were these people psychotic? Or just morons?! Humans and Vampires, sure, whatever. Humans were Vampire food but that could always be changed. But Enemies aren’t something you can breed out. This argument had been in Shaydee’s head ever since her parents announced her attendance to the academy. It hadn’t been long since she had arrived and, so far, there have been no fights or casualties. But, that wouldn’t last long. Shaydee’s temper would get her in trouble, it always did. Like shaking a can of soda over and over before, finally, some idiot decided to pop the lid and see what’s happens. Everything flies out and creates a huge mess, that’s what happens!
Shaydee groaned slightly as she made her way down the empty hall of the dorms. It was quiet, most of the werewolves currently sleeping after a long day of school. No her though. She had slept for a little while but she spent most of her classes taking naps so she really wasn’t tired. In her pierced ears, little black bud could be seen, wires leading down into the front of her white tank top where her little MP3 sat between her breast. Hey, her sweat pants didn’t have pockets. Besides, she hid a lot of stuff in her bra. Money, keys, pot… Speaking of which! The reason Shaydee had left her room in the first place!
Those stupid repressor tablets or whatever they were called tended to give the she-wolf a splitting head ache. Now, Shaydee hated medicine. didn’t matter what it was for. Popping pills for pain or whatever was fine, everything else she hated. She avoided meds for headaches as well. They simply made her nauseous. So, she opted for something more natural. OK, maybe the loud music in her ears wasn’t helping but still! It wasn’t long till she descended the stairs, entering a large room fitted with couches and such, a large fireplace on he far wall. Glancing around, she sniffed the air and listened. Once she was sure she was a lone she crossed the room, sitting down a s run, back pressed against the couch, hiding her from view for now. Reaching into her bra, she pulled out a little, rolled joint and a mini black zippo. It didn’t take her long to light up and inhale.
Damn, did that feel good.
She held it in for as long as she could stand it before exhaling. She’d been saving this for a while, still trying to see if there were any sellers on campus. If not, she’d check out the town. There was bound to be one other pothead around, right? She smirked at that thought and took another long drag, not really caring if she got caught. They’d just send her back home and, really, that’s what she wanted. Then again, they could just give her a shit-load of detention and keep her there. Now that wouldn’t be fun… Shrugging, she bobbed her head along with the bass, shifting to slid herself along the floor, flicking the ash of the blunt into the fire place before dabbing it out, leaning heavily on the stone as the effects of the plant made its way through her body.[/size][/ul]
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