Post by Daphne Frank on May 5, 2011 0:09:35 GMT -5
Name: Daphne Helena Constance Kassiopeia Frank
Age (Real/Apparent): 23 / 16
Gender: female
Type of being: shape-shifter
Diet preference: aggravating men who hit on her; small animals when hunting, chocolate, human food
Power: Lynx, snow leopard
Likes/Dislikes: hunting, tracking, music, French bread, working out, and long jogs down the beach at night; pushy, controlling men, cologne, bullies, pretentious shifters, and judgmental people
Physical Description: To most people, Daphne would be described at a petite girl with long blonde hair and the legs of a track runner. To Daphne, she was hardly that. Her blonde hair was thinner than she cared for, and her completion made her nearly white enough to pass off as a vampire. She was thin enough to make her ribs jut out at odd angles. The only thing even remotely shapely about her was her calves - the calves she earned from all the restless nights she spent jogging to clear her head. Aside from her skin tone and her extreme thinness, there was a larger reason why she did not value her own body. Thick, twisted, violent scars raced down her body from her breast bone to the tops of her thighs; some scars she had earned from fights, some from being attacked as a child, and others that she did not divulge their sources to anyone.
Personality Description: Daphne Helena Constance Kassiopeia Frank is exactly how her name describes her: frank. She can be sweet and accommodating when she wants to or when she is comfortable around someone. Other than then, she keeps herself closed off to everyone. She doesn't believe in opening up to people she barely knows.
History: Daphne grew up in an unstable home. Her mother, a volatile lynx shifter, had a brief fling with a snow leopard shifter when she was barely old enough to take a mate. Her father, however, soon left the picture - returning to his own pack to take over the role as alpha and aid in the furthering of their species. Naturally, Daphne's mother blamed her for the abandonment she suffered.
She did manage to take a mate when Daphne was two. Her mother then birthed five more children, five pure lynx shifters. Being a mut, she was treated like a second class citizen in her own household. She always got the least amount of food, the lowest quality of clothes, and the only toys she got had already been broken by her rowdy siblings.
As soon as she was 'of age,' she snook out of her mother's house with nothing more than the clothes on her back and the money she had stole from her step-father's wallet.
From there, her life spiraled downward. She was lured into becoming a pit fighter (being forced to shift and fight with other shifters in pit for money), a prostitute, and eventually ended up as a druggie; although, it was hard for her to get high because her high metabolic rate consumed the drugs fast.
The only thing that managed to pull her out of that was the reaching out of her father's pack. Her father managed to get her back off the streets and onto her feet. But as soon as she was better, she was gone again. She wanted to make a life for herself, her own way.
Writing Sample:
Taking a hard breath through her nose, Daphne took in as much air as her tight lungs would allow. She had been running for what had to have been hours, and her body was beginning to feel the signs of fatigue. If she had shifted, the run would have been a piece of cake, but she refused to.
Daphne wanted to push her frail human body as far as she cold; she wanted to test the limit of the soft flesh, muscles, and bones that made up her substantially weaker form. The burning in her chest only made her want to push harder. She wanted her human form to be just as enduring as her animal counterparts.
Gritting her teeth, she pushed her legs harder, farther until. *Snap* The muscles in her legs had contracted to an unnatural extend, causing one of the tendons in her ankle to snap like a piece of brittle china. "Damn it!" she screeched. She was incapacitated for the moment, vunerable, and all she could do was sit there.
Did You Read The Rules?: So, did you stab Edward Cullen with a pencil or what?
Age (Real/Apparent): 23 / 16
Gender: female
Type of being: shape-shifter
Diet preference: aggravating men who hit on her; small animals when hunting, chocolate, human food
Power: Lynx, snow leopard
Likes/Dislikes: hunting, tracking, music, French bread, working out, and long jogs down the beach at night; pushy, controlling men, cologne, bullies, pretentious shifters, and judgmental people
Physical Description: To most people, Daphne would be described at a petite girl with long blonde hair and the legs of a track runner. To Daphne, she was hardly that. Her blonde hair was thinner than she cared for, and her completion made her nearly white enough to pass off as a vampire. She was thin enough to make her ribs jut out at odd angles. The only thing even remotely shapely about her was her calves - the calves she earned from all the restless nights she spent jogging to clear her head. Aside from her skin tone and her extreme thinness, there was a larger reason why she did not value her own body. Thick, twisted, violent scars raced down her body from her breast bone to the tops of her thighs; some scars she had earned from fights, some from being attacked as a child, and others that she did not divulge their sources to anyone.
Personality Description: Daphne Helena Constance Kassiopeia Frank is exactly how her name describes her: frank. She can be sweet and accommodating when she wants to or when she is comfortable around someone. Other than then, she keeps herself closed off to everyone. She doesn't believe in opening up to people she barely knows.
History: Daphne grew up in an unstable home. Her mother, a volatile lynx shifter, had a brief fling with a snow leopard shifter when she was barely old enough to take a mate. Her father, however, soon left the picture - returning to his own pack to take over the role as alpha and aid in the furthering of their species. Naturally, Daphne's mother blamed her for the abandonment she suffered.
She did manage to take a mate when Daphne was two. Her mother then birthed five more children, five pure lynx shifters. Being a mut, she was treated like a second class citizen in her own household. She always got the least amount of food, the lowest quality of clothes, and the only toys she got had already been broken by her rowdy siblings.
As soon as she was 'of age,' she snook out of her mother's house with nothing more than the clothes on her back and the money she had stole from her step-father's wallet.
From there, her life spiraled downward. She was lured into becoming a pit fighter (being forced to shift and fight with other shifters in pit for money), a prostitute, and eventually ended up as a druggie; although, it was hard for her to get high because her high metabolic rate consumed the drugs fast.
The only thing that managed to pull her out of that was the reaching out of her father's pack. Her father managed to get her back off the streets and onto her feet. But as soon as she was better, she was gone again. She wanted to make a life for herself, her own way.
Writing Sample:
Taking a hard breath through her nose, Daphne took in as much air as her tight lungs would allow. She had been running for what had to have been hours, and her body was beginning to feel the signs of fatigue. If she had shifted, the run would have been a piece of cake, but she refused to.
Daphne wanted to push her frail human body as far as she cold; she wanted to test the limit of the soft flesh, muscles, and bones that made up her substantially weaker form. The burning in her chest only made her want to push harder. She wanted her human form to be just as enduring as her animal counterparts.
Gritting her teeth, she pushed her legs harder, farther until. *Snap* The muscles in her legs had contracted to an unnatural extend, causing one of the tendons in her ankle to snap like a piece of brittle china. "Damn it!" she screeched. She was incapacitated for the moment, vunerable, and all she could do was sit there.
Did You Read The Rules?: So, did you stab Edward Cullen with a pencil or what?
