Post by ankh on Jun 18, 2012 17:11:23 GMT -5
[/li][li]~My Name is Sei
Kanika Udajit Amunet
PB: Anais Mali
[/li][li]~I am 21 years old.
[/li][li]~I found the site through Gabe
[/li][li]~If you wish to talk to me, the best way to reach me is through PM
[/li][li]~I have been role playing for many years and I am speedy >_>
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~*Full Name: True name; unknown. Goes by:Kanika Udajit Amunet
~*Alias: Ankh
~*Age: 294, appears 24
~*Race: Lycan
~*Gender: Female
*Appearance: Wild hair to match a wild personality. Ankh's heritage is mixed; an egyptian father and an african american mother, thus her appearance is slightly odd. Her skin is light mocha, with a flawless complexion save for the dark freckles that mark her shoulders and her scars. She has jagged, but faded, scars on her back between her shoulder blades and the bitemark that turned her on her shoulder. Her nose is straight and long, giving it an almost roman appearance. Her almond shaped eyes are wide and bright with bright blue iris' that seem out of place upon her dark complexion. Her lips are full, usualy tinted blood red with deep shades of lipstick. Eyes are marked with deep black eyeliner, though any other makeup is near non-existant. Her body is tall, standing at 6''0, and her torso is thin. She has very little chest, but her hips are wideset, making her pear shaped. Ankh always says her long legs are her best feature, and she'd proably right. Her hair is her most striking feature, however. Long and curly, its usualy frizzed up into a semi-afro. Its wild and uncontrollable, much like the girl herself.
~*Personality: Ankh is a wildfire. She's destructive, though not always intentionaly so, and shes impulsive. She's a free spirit in many ways, prefering to live in the moment and has no real concept of rules. Fierce, determined and confident, Ankh is fiercly loyal to those she is close to and a formidable enemy to have. She is no stronger than others, but she is intelligent. She is snake-like, cunning and sly. Sticking to the shadows, she prefers stealth to brute strength. This girl is unpredictable, she loved to take center stage and her rebellious nature can really get her into trouble, esspecialy recently. Though she does like the company of others, the pack is not her calling. A leader, not a follower, Ankh is ever searching for her own pack, her own family. And she would kill for the opportunity.
Having lost people in the past, she is fiercly protective of those she grows to care about, yet in order to become one of those select few they have to batter down the thick, protective walls she hides behind. Her competetive nature is hidden by a mask, and she can easily pretend to be something she is not. A natural actress, she often chooses to act innocent, pretend to be weak and pathetic to distract attetion away from herself whilst her plans are in motion. Ad what are her plans, exactly? Well, just wait and see.
~*History: Born in the 1700's in England, Kanika was the product of an unhappy life. Her mother, one of the few black women in England and a slave, was raped by her master and bore a child. Driven to the point of suicide, the woman only pushed through her difficult life in order to raise her child. Growing up a slave and an illegitimate child, life was tough for the young girl. Together, they pushed through, but as Kanika grew older under the reign of her uncaring father, her mother grew more frail. Beaten by their master, she eventualy surcame to death, leaving an eleven year old girl alone in the world. The girl was tough, but life without her mother was unbearable. Her 'father' hurt her, the children of the house disturbed her sleep and the lady of the house refused her food. But the girl persisted, living through hardships and developing her tough exterior in the young years.
When she turned 16, her looks blossomed. Her master, old and cruel, lusted after her. Maybe he did not know she was his, or maybe he did not care, but as his advances turned more violent, Kanika had no choice but to flee. Penniless and alone, she lived on the streets for a short period of time before she was taken in. There was an orphanage, owned by an elderly woman who had no energy to care for the children, but refused to cast them onto the streets. Kanika lived with them, cleaning and cooking, and soon she began to care for the children and the woman. Yet they needed money, and no matter how much she cared or loved them, she could not give them what they required. When the third child died of dirty water and malnutrition, she took a stand. She began to steal. Using her thin, tall body and graceful, silent steps learned from years of stealing food from the masters kitchens, she began to steal bread and milk, them money and clothes. She got away with it for a long time, earning the nickname 'black cat'. She was as illusive as a feline, slipping into half open windows with the stealth and silence only a moggy could manage, yet even she was not perfect. She was eventualy caught. Punishment for stealing was removal of the hands and public whipping. The disgrace came first. Through the streets she was dragged, naked, the guards lashing her back and scarring her mocha flesh. Then, as they reached the town center, the blade lay ready and waiting.
Kanika never went down without a fight. She tore loose from the ropes binding her hands and somehow in her injured state she managed to flee. Her long legs carried her off and she never stopped running. She had little choice but to abandon the children she cared for.
For the next few years, after fleeing the town and moving to the city of London, she hired herself out as a servant. Her beauty made her desirable as a servant and she surcame to following orders. She hated it, hated the voices and the faces who controlled her every move, but she had little choice. At least in London she was able to wear decent clothes and get a decent meal. The aristocrates ensured their slaves were well pruned, for appearance was everything to them.
It was when she turned 24 that she first encountered a Lycan. She was walking, late at night, throught the city streets with the groceries she had been ordered to pick up. Kanika loved the darkness, it made her think of the times she was stealing for her orphans, it made her feel comfotable - but that night felt different to her. The growling of a tethered dog alerted her, though it appeared to be barking at nothing. From the shadows, it attacked, with flailing claws she would now associate with that of a pup. It was almost rabid in its assault, yet scared of its own power. The barking dog got lose, distractig the Lycan as it bit down on the the womans shoulder. Tearing her flesh, he turned and fled as the dog and its owner came to investigate. It attacked others that night, the viscious murdered of a madman were in the papers, but Kanika knew no other survivers. Unsure of how she survived, she healed, only to discover what she had become.
Over the next few hundred years, she moved from place to place, building up her emotional defences and returning to her life of thieving. Developing her acting skills, she moved from England through the rest or europe, changing her name every few years along with her home. Recently, she moved to Egypt, falling in love with the culture and the ancient art and has since kept her fake name 'Kanika Udait Amunet', but usualy goes by her nickname, 'Ankh'. Noone knows her true birth name, even she has probably long since forgotten. Now, recently arrived in America, she lives alone, faking a human mask, and luring in the shadows of the pack.
~*RP Sample:
As a girl, Erin had often wandered the park alone. She had been fascinated by nature, loved how wild and unpredictable it was. She loved how serene and silent it was, humbly sitting by, idle, whilst the world span around it in a blur. The park was a place to take solace in her loneliness, to wash away her troubles and to calm herself. As a child, she had never been popular. Her family life restrained her, held her captive behind closed doors and her only real escape was the park. Home schooled, she never had the opportunity to have friends and after so many years of solitude it became the norm. Erin did not understand other humans, and when she was finally thrust into the arms of a bustling high school she was overwhelmed. Awkward and anti-social, Erin would hide in the park whenever she could and from being a child, to being a teen, the park was her favorite place to be.
Now, eyes wide as she gazed through the parks large metal gates, it seemed silly to try and escape reality in that place. Yet she was drawn to it. Her hunting and her killing, her fighting and despair, it washed away as she stepped through those rusted gates. She breathed deeply, the cold air refreshing her. It was good to be back. She had been walking miles, not knowing where her feet were taking her. It seemed rather strange, yet somehow right, that they would take her to that place.
Once upon a time, the trees lined the concrete footpaths neatly, the grass trimmed to perfection and hedges shaped into perfect spheres and, on occasion, swans and other beautiful creatures. Patches dedicated to flowers were neatly arranged, lines of colour perfectly planted to form pictures or patterns in the earth. The lake was clean, for the most part, with the occasional plastic bag or can floating in the water. Ducks flocked as children threw bread crumbs toward them, their bellies fat with the easy meals. Now, the trees were larger than she remembered, the hedges no longer formed animals and were misshapen blobs of green. The grass was long due a trim, reaching above her knees and the flower beds were either dead or dotted with weeds. Flowers and nettles were dotted about the park, crawling around trees and creating a mini wilderness. If anything, it made it more beautiful - more wild. Erin walked along the familiar foot paths, heading toward the lake.
The lake stretched out before her, its waters tranquil and pure, ducks still bobbing gently upon the surface. It seemed somewhat cleaner, more natural, now. Erin smiled and moved toward the fence separating her from the water. The wood was rotten in places and weak, but Erin paid no heed as she eyed the ducks with a smile. To think that the ducks before her were probably descendants of the ducks she fed as a child, the ducks that lived before the apocalypse, ducks that still seemed unaware of the ever changing state of their world. They were peaceful, ignorant. She wished she was a duck. Sort of. She didn't fancy the cold water, but the flying would be useful. Leaning further forward, she peered at her own reflection, the midday sun glimmering into the depths.
The wood was not particularly strong. Rain and lack of maintenance meant that the weight of a full grown adult was a little too much for it to bare. Erin only realized this once it was too late. One moment was was calm, relaxed, the next her reflection zoomed toward her and her heart skipped a beat as she reached out to catch herself.
The water was shallow, but that did not mean she wasn't submerged. Bursting from the freezing lake Erin struggled to clamber up the steep incline. Her hand flailed out, grabbing another part of fence to pull herself out which resulted only in another piece of wood snapping and her tumbling back into the water right onto her arse. Bedraggled and soaked, she sat and glared at the fence, water up to her shoulders and little waves gently splashing against her body. "Fuck you, fence" She muttered, getting to her feet and dragging herself from the water, this time with success. She could only take solace in knowing she was alone. That, and she was overdue a good wash. Pulling off her long fur lined coat that hugged her body with the cold and wet, she trudged toward the nearest bench to dry off.
Now, eyes wide as she gazed through the parks large metal gates, it seemed silly to try and escape reality in that place. Yet she was drawn to it. Her hunting and her killing, her fighting and despair, it washed away as she stepped through those rusted gates. She breathed deeply, the cold air refreshing her. It was good to be back. She had been walking miles, not knowing where her feet were taking her. It seemed rather strange, yet somehow right, that they would take her to that place.
Once upon a time, the trees lined the concrete footpaths neatly, the grass trimmed to perfection and hedges shaped into perfect spheres and, on occasion, swans and other beautiful creatures. Patches dedicated to flowers were neatly arranged, lines of colour perfectly planted to form pictures or patterns in the earth. The lake was clean, for the most part, with the occasional plastic bag or can floating in the water. Ducks flocked as children threw bread crumbs toward them, their bellies fat with the easy meals. Now, the trees were larger than she remembered, the hedges no longer formed animals and were misshapen blobs of green. The grass was long due a trim, reaching above her knees and the flower beds were either dead or dotted with weeds. Flowers and nettles were dotted about the park, crawling around trees and creating a mini wilderness. If anything, it made it more beautiful - more wild. Erin walked along the familiar foot paths, heading toward the lake.
The lake stretched out before her, its waters tranquil and pure, ducks still bobbing gently upon the surface. It seemed somewhat cleaner, more natural, now. Erin smiled and moved toward the fence separating her from the water. The wood was rotten in places and weak, but Erin paid no heed as she eyed the ducks with a smile. To think that the ducks before her were probably descendants of the ducks she fed as a child, the ducks that lived before the apocalypse, ducks that still seemed unaware of the ever changing state of their world. They were peaceful, ignorant. She wished she was a duck. Sort of. She didn't fancy the cold water, but the flying would be useful. Leaning further forward, she peered at her own reflection, the midday sun glimmering into the depths.
The wood was not particularly strong. Rain and lack of maintenance meant that the weight of a full grown adult was a little too much for it to bare. Erin only realized this once it was too late. One moment was was calm, relaxed, the next her reflection zoomed toward her and her heart skipped a beat as she reached out to catch herself.
The water was shallow, but that did not mean she wasn't submerged. Bursting from the freezing lake Erin struggled to clamber up the steep incline. Her hand flailed out, grabbing another part of fence to pull herself out which resulted only in another piece of wood snapping and her tumbling back into the water right onto her arse. Bedraggled and soaked, she sat and glared at the fence, water up to her shoulders and little waves gently splashing against her body. "Fuck you, fence" She muttered, getting to her feet and dragging herself from the water, this time with success. She could only take solace in knowing she was alone. That, and she was overdue a good wash. Pulling off her long fur lined coat that hugged her body with the cold and wet, she trudged toward the nearest bench to dry off.
Optional
*Likes: Nature, the rain, children, darkness, silence, fire, unredictable people, like-minded people
*Dislikes: Being told what to do, people knowing anything about her past.
*What you want to see happen to your character: Its a secret ; )
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