Post by lainaa on Jul 21, 2012 3:51:31 GMT -5
[/li][li]~My Name is Lainaa.
Holloway Marie Bloodline
PB: Brookelle Bones
[/li][li]~I am 17 years old.
[/li][li]~I found the site through proboards support
[/li][li]~If you wish to talk to me, the best way to reach me is through pm or if you're lucky, texting :3
[/li][li]~I have been role playing for 6 years. I am Literate.
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~*Full Name: Holloway Marie Bloodline
~*Alias: Brookelle Bones
~*Age: 37
~*Race: Lycan
~*Gender: Female
*Appearance: Holloway is a bit on the short side, standing about 5'2" and weighing in at a small 103 lbs. Don't let her small size deceive you, she stands out. Looking about 20 years old, she can generally be seen wearing higher end clothing and heals, always carrying around a tote bag and during the brighter times of the day, wearing a big pair of sunglasses. Holloway has long black hair with chestnut highlights. Her hair style can be considered scene or punk as she teases it slightly and wears her bangs off to the side. With slightly more tanned skin then a usual person would have and piercing blue eyes, the girl can easily call herself attractive, as can those around her. Lastly, Holloway has very large, deep scratch marks on both of her hips that curve from below her pant line to her lower back. There are three on each side, as if a 'wolf' attacked her and pinned her down.
~*Personality: Holloway is the girl you see at parties introducing herself to random people and always trying to laugh. She's very outgoing in such a way and actually doesn't mind making others feel good when meeting someone new. As well as this, she's a fun and 'live life' type of girl who loves to have a good time and is almost always smiling. Though she can have an awesome time, she does maintain maturity and remembers that there are some things that are not quite accepted in the world, like stripping naked and riding a bike around the town.
Don't let the nice side fool you, even though Holloway is the peaceful, love over hate type of girl, give her one single reason and she'll mess your day up like no one ever has before. She's a very manipulative person and almost always gets her way in situations and should that not happen, frustration ensues. Holloway can throw her pint sized weight around just as much as she can throw words around so don't expect her to sit and watch if someone else steps up to swing at her.
~*History: As a child and early teenager, Holloway was a spoiled rich girl who lived the perfect life. She was a cheerleader all throughout school, attending a private school with top grades. When she turned 16, her life started to take a downward spiral. She began to party relatively hard, doing hard drugs and drinking until she nearly had to go to the ER on multiple occasions. Only a couple months before her 17th birthday, Holloway was raped at a party while intoxicated. She had recollection and people informed her of what happened. To this day, she will never forget the feeling of knowing you've been used and never knowing who or how to really feel about the situation. Mearly days after her 17th birthday, her life changed forever.
It was at yet another party that her old life ended and her new one began. Once more she was used, but this time she would never forget the face in the moonlight. Holloway watched as a man, a couple years older then her and much bigger in size then herself pinned her to the hardwood, changing as he did so. His claws dug deep into her hips, leaving massive scars to this day. The girl would never forget the feeling of that bite and the new blood that coursed through her veins.
Knowing what she had become, she never returned home, leaving her parents to think she had been kidnapped and murdered while out. After she turned 100 years old, Holloway changed her original last name of Corosy to Bloodline in attempt to make herself fit in more with the lycan community. As well as this, she wants her sons and daughters to be purebred, and to have a family name that the world will never forget.
~*RP Sample:
Movement could be seen along the horizon. A rather large herd of deer ran slowly and smoothly over the far hills of the land as Reader stood among the outskirts, breeze allowing his luscious locks to flow gently. The tall, dark and handsome stud that he was, ventured into the lands in search. Search of what, you ask, a question not many would ever know the answer to. In search of a slave, but not just any. Reader was a smart stallion, with goals and dreams, as well as high hopes, to one day become the ruler of these lands. He would settle for nothing less then such position. The great and powerful king of Lenova would be his title in short. But again, what type of slave precisely was Reader looking for? A powerful beast, mare or stag, that was strong bodied and weak minded, easily manipulated, so that Reader would have no troubles mastering every move he or she would choose to make. Somewhat of a secretary you see, except, one to do anything and everything, the dirty work and all.
So the stallion made his move, rearing slightly to pivot on his haunches before allowing powerful, healthy hooves to beat the ground at a canter. Off toward the slave pens he motioned.
Arrival was meek. The land reeked of feces and death. A corps of a rabbit lay to his left as he entered the pens. Skinny, mangle runts stood all around him in tight spaces, roped to the gates. No wonder they were here. They were not even the slightest deserving of even his presence, their conditions were that bad.
Should the stud even find proper body in this land? Surely he hoped. But then again, he always, always hoped too high.
So the stallion made his move, rearing slightly to pivot on his haunches before allowing powerful, healthy hooves to beat the ground at a canter. Off toward the slave pens he motioned.
Arrival was meek. The land reeked of feces and death. A corps of a rabbit lay to his left as he entered the pens. Skinny, mangle runts stood all around him in tight spaces, roped to the gates. No wonder they were here. They were not even the slightest deserving of even his presence, their conditions were that bad.
Should the stud even find proper body in this land? Surely he hoped. But then again, he always, always hoped too high.
Optional
*Likes: Shopping, dogs, clubs, partying, night, the ocean, hiking, running, other lycans
*Dislikes: Vampires, vampires, vampires.
*What you want to see happen to your character: I would like to see her take over. Muahaha.
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