Post by samhain on Aug 22, 2011 18:21:03 GMT -5
Name: Samhain Luck (‘Sam-main’.)
Nickname: Sam; Sammy
Age: 18
Animal: Caracal
Shifter type: Shifter (with some side effects.)
Animal description: A slim, yet muscular feline only weighing around 24 pounds in the female, with long legs and a tail unusually long for the breed, due to an accidental mixture of African Gold Cat DNA. Only 24 inches, small for this breed, Samhain makes a very petite Caracal. To tell the difference between her and a true Caracal, she still possesses the reddish spots of young Caracals on her underside while in truth she has grown into adulthood.
Physical description: At 5’2 and weighing 110 lbs. Samhain is not quite up to her weight yet still remains healthy simply by the fact that she is a Shifter, and that means she burns off a lot of extra calories simply shifting back and forth. Not very tall with a thin, petite figure that mirrors her animal nature, her hair is in complete contrast to her animal self. Ash blonde with a pale complexion gives her that almost doll-like quality. Her eyes are just your average green, with that catlike tint that makes them glow in the dark. Due to slight complications in her DNA, her human ears are more triangular than normal and sharply pointed. Retractable claws pop out of her human fingers as they would from a cat, and her feline facial markings are indeed present on her human face.
Fears: Spiders; doctors; needles
Likes: Running; free, open spaces; soft things to sleep in
Dislikes: Being the center of attention; coconuts; abrasive textures
Special Talents: Exceptional night vision in human form; retractable claws in human form
History: Brought up in any average home as the middle child, Sam really didn’t have much excitement or comfort in her life. As the middle child, she was often pushed aside for the better of the others. She had friends, but never a best friend to confide in. Her parents were workaholics, spending more time at their jobs than with Sam and her two siblings. Instead, a nanny watched over the children so they wouldn’t be left to their own devices for too long. She wasn’t, however, the constant companion that Sam would wish in a nanny. She was almost as vacant as her parents. The nanny went with them everywhere, even moved with the family as they went from living in sunny California to the wetlands of Washington. There, Sam learned that there were worse fates than having two parents that worked all the time. Her parents, whose marriage had been rocky at best, broke apart in an angry fracture. Shipped between the two for most of the rest of her young life, Sam never spent long with either parent, and certainly not in one place long enough to truly gather friends. Those she did meet would often shun her, or simply ignore it She became so passive, so submissive, until her old self would have never recognized her. At long last she had become the thing of her experiences’ making, a timid, frightened thing scared of her own voice. It made it oh, so easy for her nanny, now taking care of her mother’s fourth child, to whisk her off into hell.
Anything Else: As the middle child, she rarely got her way. It was either make room for the eldest or take care of the youngest. Growing up like that messed with Samhain’s mind, teaching her to put her own wishes aside for other’s needs; Her nanny was the one to bring her into the experiments, under the pretense of raising money for college; Though timid and soft spoken, under the right conditions she will speak her mind without fear.
Rp example: A cage was what Samhain had grown to call her home. A cage with a rough, too hard bed and not much else. It was cold in the cage as ever, the thin blanket doing not much good against it. Trembling arms wrapped about herself to hold off the chill. In the darkness, her feline eyes flashed, reflecting the smallest bit of light like mirrors. Noises two hallways down echoed through her ears as if they were happening right in front of her. The sound of a door swinging open pulled Sam out of her reverie, her eyes closing. Another poor soul being dragged to the labs? Footsteps pounded down the hall, stopping outside the cage two doors down. Metal on metal groaned, the clamor of a door unlocking. More footsteps, more doors. At long last, it was her turn. The door opened, the usual lab coat flanked by two armed men standing in the entryway. The lab coat beckoned, and she went. Long ago she’d found out it was easier that way. Except, this time was different. They didn’t lead her to the normal lab, or to any of the outbuildings or yards they used for other tests. Instead, they were leading her…out. Almost out, anyhow. Others of her kind were being loaded up into a large plane, and she was shoved into the mass with complete disregard for her humanity. The others were getting the same treatment, such as the animals they were. No longer human, yet not truly beast. Something betwixt the two. Samhain laughed quietly, shaking her head. No. She was truly animal. Society would see her as nothing more. She was tainted.
Nickname: Sam; Sammy
Age: 18
Animal: Caracal
Shifter type: Shifter (with some side effects.)
Animal description: A slim, yet muscular feline only weighing around 24 pounds in the female, with long legs and a tail unusually long for the breed, due to an accidental mixture of African Gold Cat DNA. Only 24 inches, small for this breed, Samhain makes a very petite Caracal. To tell the difference between her and a true Caracal, she still possesses the reddish spots of young Caracals on her underside while in truth she has grown into adulthood.
Physical description: At 5’2 and weighing 110 lbs. Samhain is not quite up to her weight yet still remains healthy simply by the fact that she is a Shifter, and that means she burns off a lot of extra calories simply shifting back and forth. Not very tall with a thin, petite figure that mirrors her animal nature, her hair is in complete contrast to her animal self. Ash blonde with a pale complexion gives her that almost doll-like quality. Her eyes are just your average green, with that catlike tint that makes them glow in the dark. Due to slight complications in her DNA, her human ears are more triangular than normal and sharply pointed. Retractable claws pop out of her human fingers as they would from a cat, and her feline facial markings are indeed present on her human face.
Fears: Spiders; doctors; needles
Likes: Running; free, open spaces; soft things to sleep in
Dislikes: Being the center of attention; coconuts; abrasive textures
Special Talents: Exceptional night vision in human form; retractable claws in human form
History: Brought up in any average home as the middle child, Sam really didn’t have much excitement or comfort in her life. As the middle child, she was often pushed aside for the better of the others. She had friends, but never a best friend to confide in. Her parents were workaholics, spending more time at their jobs than with Sam and her two siblings. Instead, a nanny watched over the children so they wouldn’t be left to their own devices for too long. She wasn’t, however, the constant companion that Sam would wish in a nanny. She was almost as vacant as her parents. The nanny went with them everywhere, even moved with the family as they went from living in sunny California to the wetlands of Washington. There, Sam learned that there were worse fates than having two parents that worked all the time. Her parents, whose marriage had been rocky at best, broke apart in an angry fracture. Shipped between the two for most of the rest of her young life, Sam never spent long with either parent, and certainly not in one place long enough to truly gather friends. Those she did meet would often shun her, or simply ignore it She became so passive, so submissive, until her old self would have never recognized her. At long last she had become the thing of her experiences’ making, a timid, frightened thing scared of her own voice. It made it oh, so easy for her nanny, now taking care of her mother’s fourth child, to whisk her off into hell.
Anything Else: As the middle child, she rarely got her way. It was either make room for the eldest or take care of the youngest. Growing up like that messed with Samhain’s mind, teaching her to put her own wishes aside for other’s needs; Her nanny was the one to bring her into the experiments, under the pretense of raising money for college; Though timid and soft spoken, under the right conditions she will speak her mind without fear.
Rp example: A cage was what Samhain had grown to call her home. A cage with a rough, too hard bed and not much else. It was cold in the cage as ever, the thin blanket doing not much good against it. Trembling arms wrapped about herself to hold off the chill. In the darkness, her feline eyes flashed, reflecting the smallest bit of light like mirrors. Noises two hallways down echoed through her ears as if they were happening right in front of her. The sound of a door swinging open pulled Sam out of her reverie, her eyes closing. Another poor soul being dragged to the labs? Footsteps pounded down the hall, stopping outside the cage two doors down. Metal on metal groaned, the clamor of a door unlocking. More footsteps, more doors. At long last, it was her turn. The door opened, the usual lab coat flanked by two armed men standing in the entryway. The lab coat beckoned, and she went. Long ago she’d found out it was easier that way. Except, this time was different. They didn’t lead her to the normal lab, or to any of the outbuildings or yards they used for other tests. Instead, they were leading her…out. Almost out, anyhow. Others of her kind were being loaded up into a large plane, and she was shoved into the mass with complete disregard for her humanity. The others were getting the same treatment, such as the animals they were. No longer human, yet not truly beast. Something betwixt the two. Samhain laughed quietly, shaking her head. No. She was truly animal. Society would see her as nothing more. She was tainted.
