Post by sentranicia on May 3, 2010 22:40:00 GMT -5
Name: Jennifer Ambrose (Wroley La-Rose)
Alias: Jenn, Jenni, Jenna, Red
Age: 212 (Appears more like 19)
Gender: Female
Nationality: Allondell
Appearance:
Human
Jennifer is by no means plain. Gifted with long, wavy, red hair, and ice blue eyes, paired with fair skin and strong feminine curves, her appearance is both intimidating and beautiful.
Her hair is a flaming red and reaches to mid-back. She cut her bangs herself, but has never cut her hair except to trim the ends so it will continue to grow. With a wavy texture, it could be even longer than it already is if it were to be wet down flattened out.
Jenn does not wear makeup. Her skin really is that pale and her lips really are that red. Hidden beneath her side-swept bangs is her left eye, and on the inside corner is a small scar, barely visible unless it's being looked for. Those eyes are an icy blue, nearly white, and the pupils are small. A thin, black line runs the circumference of the iris.
Her body is the ideal shape. With a small to moderate bust, flat stomach, and hourglass curves, her visual appeal is incredible. She has thin arms and long legs (standing at about 5'7") that are the same bright white as her face, but smooth as the day she was born.
On average, she wears fairly basic clothes, not really needing to play up any aspects of her body. She wears thin cotton bandaging around her chest to hold it firmly in place, and over that no more than a translucent white collared shirt. She rolls the sleeves up to her elbows and ties the tails around her middle, leaving her skin exposed where the bandages do not cover her (and they stop as soon as it's decent). Her pants are always black, either cargo pants that fit loosely or fitted pants that hug her body tightly. She wears black boots that fold over at the top in a rather pirate-like fashion.
Jenn does not carry weaponry for the most part, except for a short, crooked dagger at her hip. She has another trick up her sleeve for serious combat.
Wolf
As a wolf, Jenn's body is still ideal. Strong, thick muscle is visible on her shoulders, chest, and haunches, but she is slender and sleek. Her fur is well groomed, laying flat on her body and shining bright in the moonlight and occasionally the sun. Her tail falls nearly to the ground, but she holds it well, curved just between her hocks and tip curled up off the ground.
The majority of her fur is red in color, black peppering her torso and forehead heavily, as well as the very end of her tail. The underside of her body (under the face, inside the legs, and her underbelly) is a snowy white as are the insides of her ears. Lips and nose are jet black.
Personality: Jenn is a flirt, plain and simple. She rarely takes into account the danger to her body when around men, and has a fascination with what makes them tick. Certainly not the innocent little girl that she appears to be, she has enough knowledge of how a body works to understand how to give it what it wants. With years of experience, she has created quite the seductress out of herself. Unfortunately, this could likely cause her trouble if she were to take it too far with the wrong man.
But aside from her sexual nature, Jenn really isn't that bad. Kindhearted and loyal (with a fun personality), she exudes happiness, and people tend to feel a certain calm around her. Beyond the usual confidence and jovial demeanor, she has a bouncy walk and playful (sometimes coy) character. Even the sternest face will allow a smile when her presence brightens the room.
Blind from the age of 19 (when a werewolf attacked her and destroyed her eyes), Jenn relies on every other sense alongside her dog to take her through the world unharmed. Most people don't even realize that she's blind at all. Armed with heightened senses, she can look directly at you, follow you with the aid of her dog, and for all purposes seem completely normal. Even in more intimate settings, she's been around long enough to know how things work. Amongst classier folk, she can still hold her own. It is rare for someone to look at her and immediately recognize that she is blind, and oftentimes they never notice at all. She is not, however, blind when in her wolf form.
Possessions: A crooked silver dagger,Bandit
Special Abilities: Werewolf - Shapeshift into a wolf at will and every night (must be in wolf form from sunset to sunrise).
Prowl - When in wolf form, the caster has the ability to become all but invisible, but any sounds or scents can still be detected.
Hindsight - When behind another creature, the caster can project themselves through the being's eyes to see what they see. This leaves the body limp, vulnerable, and completely unable to defend itself. Though still alive, the body appears to be dead, even devoid of a pulse or of any breathing at all.
History: Born in the Commonwealth of Allondell to a humble farmer and housewife, Jennifer Ambrose lead one of the quietest lives one could imagine. Her father taught her to ride a horse and lift hay, her mother taught her to take care of the house and cook meals. From the age of five to the age of 14, life was easy and normal, but at 15 everything changed.
Werewolves began to terrorize the farms of the Commonwealth, ripping cattle to shreds for a meal and slaughtering any man that stood between them and their kills. One of those men was her father, and Jennifer was shattered when she walked into the barn to find her father, nearly unrecognizable, shredded to pieces, every bit of his anatomy torn from the others.
They buried him beside the house, or what was salvageable of his body anyway, and tried to forget. Jennifer took to locking the cattle up in the barn in the evenings, and had her mother in the house before dark every night.
It went on like that for four more years, and around them farmers were killed and cattle were lost. Occasionally the Ambrose's would lose an animal or two, but the herd stayed large and strong, and neither Jenn nor her mother were harmed. At least, for a while.
At the age of nineteen, Jennifer was simply continuing her routine of locking up the cattle, though a little later than usual as her mother had fallen ill and she had been cleaning up their evening meal. They hadn't had any problems with the wolves lately, so she wasn't concerned about it. As she was shutting the barn door, a body flung itself on top of her, thrashing its teeth across her face and body, claws flaying her skin as she desperately fought to get away. Soon there were two others with him, and they were all tearing at her. Killing her.
A snarl from nearby sounded in her ear and the painful attack ceased. She opened her eyes and peered through the blood that ran down her face, only to watch a large, black wolf step over her body and slash her face open with his teeth. But as he did, the pain went away, and he began to lick up the blood that covered her skin, running his tongue over the cuts on her body. As he did, the wounds sealed themselves, and not a single scar formed but for a small one at the corner of her eye where the werewolf venom had seeped in.
Jennifer fell into a deep sleep, and spent the night in the grass outside the barn, her body morphing slowly into the beast that had killed her father. The next night, the wolf body took over, and she sprinted away from her home into Rakutan Forest, and never returned.
But she quickly grew lonely, and she discovered that she could fill that emptiness in her life with men. Therefore, during the day she spent her time enjoying their company, intimately or otherwise. At night, she would leave them asleep in their beds, running back to the safety of the trees to live out her night life as a wolf. Even as a creature of the night though, she was still in need of company.
She joined a wolf pack, and told them upon her entrance what she was and how things would have to be. They accepted her as she was, and took her in as a pup, training her in the ways of the wolf.
Now, a couple hundred years later, things haven't changed much. Jennifer Ambrose is a dangerous woman, and one that will steal your heart as quickly as she can stop it.
Miscellaneous:
Alias: Jenn, Jenni, Jenna, Red
Age: 212 (Appears more like 19)
Gender: Female
Nationality: Allondell
Appearance:
Human
Jennifer is by no means plain. Gifted with long, wavy, red hair, and ice blue eyes, paired with fair skin and strong feminine curves, her appearance is both intimidating and beautiful.
Her hair is a flaming red and reaches to mid-back. She cut her bangs herself, but has never cut her hair except to trim the ends so it will continue to grow. With a wavy texture, it could be even longer than it already is if it were to be wet down flattened out.
Jenn does not wear makeup. Her skin really is that pale and her lips really are that red. Hidden beneath her side-swept bangs is her left eye, and on the inside corner is a small scar, barely visible unless it's being looked for. Those eyes are an icy blue, nearly white, and the pupils are small. A thin, black line runs the circumference of the iris.
Her body is the ideal shape. With a small to moderate bust, flat stomach, and hourglass curves, her visual appeal is incredible. She has thin arms and long legs (standing at about 5'7") that are the same bright white as her face, but smooth as the day she was born.
On average, she wears fairly basic clothes, not really needing to play up any aspects of her body. She wears thin cotton bandaging around her chest to hold it firmly in place, and over that no more than a translucent white collared shirt. She rolls the sleeves up to her elbows and ties the tails around her middle, leaving her skin exposed where the bandages do not cover her (and they stop as soon as it's decent). Her pants are always black, either cargo pants that fit loosely or fitted pants that hug her body tightly. She wears black boots that fold over at the top in a rather pirate-like fashion.
Jenn does not carry weaponry for the most part, except for a short, crooked dagger at her hip. She has another trick up her sleeve for serious combat.
Wolf
As a wolf, Jenn's body is still ideal. Strong, thick muscle is visible on her shoulders, chest, and haunches, but she is slender and sleek. Her fur is well groomed, laying flat on her body and shining bright in the moonlight and occasionally the sun. Her tail falls nearly to the ground, but she holds it well, curved just between her hocks and tip curled up off the ground.
The majority of her fur is red in color, black peppering her torso and forehead heavily, as well as the very end of her tail. The underside of her body (under the face, inside the legs, and her underbelly) is a snowy white as are the insides of her ears. Lips and nose are jet black.
Personality: Jenn is a flirt, plain and simple. She rarely takes into account the danger to her body when around men, and has a fascination with what makes them tick. Certainly not the innocent little girl that she appears to be, she has enough knowledge of how a body works to understand how to give it what it wants. With years of experience, she has created quite the seductress out of herself. Unfortunately, this could likely cause her trouble if she were to take it too far with the wrong man.
But aside from her sexual nature, Jenn really isn't that bad. Kindhearted and loyal (with a fun personality), she exudes happiness, and people tend to feel a certain calm around her. Beyond the usual confidence and jovial demeanor, she has a bouncy walk and playful (sometimes coy) character. Even the sternest face will allow a smile when her presence brightens the room.
Blind from the age of 19 (when a werewolf attacked her and destroyed her eyes), Jenn relies on every other sense alongside her dog to take her through the world unharmed. Most people don't even realize that she's blind at all. Armed with heightened senses, she can look directly at you, follow you with the aid of her dog, and for all purposes seem completely normal. Even in more intimate settings, she's been around long enough to know how things work. Amongst classier folk, she can still hold her own. It is rare for someone to look at her and immediately recognize that she is blind, and oftentimes they never notice at all. She is not, however, blind when in her wolf form.
Possessions: A crooked silver dagger,Bandit
Special Abilities: Werewolf - Shapeshift into a wolf at will and every night (must be in wolf form from sunset to sunrise).
Prowl - When in wolf form, the caster has the ability to become all but invisible, but any sounds or scents can still be detected.
Hindsight - When behind another creature, the caster can project themselves through the being's eyes to see what they see. This leaves the body limp, vulnerable, and completely unable to defend itself. Though still alive, the body appears to be dead, even devoid of a pulse or of any breathing at all.
History: Born in the Commonwealth of Allondell to a humble farmer and housewife, Jennifer Ambrose lead one of the quietest lives one could imagine. Her father taught her to ride a horse and lift hay, her mother taught her to take care of the house and cook meals. From the age of five to the age of 14, life was easy and normal, but at 15 everything changed.
Werewolves began to terrorize the farms of the Commonwealth, ripping cattle to shreds for a meal and slaughtering any man that stood between them and their kills. One of those men was her father, and Jennifer was shattered when she walked into the barn to find her father, nearly unrecognizable, shredded to pieces, every bit of his anatomy torn from the others.
They buried him beside the house, or what was salvageable of his body anyway, and tried to forget. Jennifer took to locking the cattle up in the barn in the evenings, and had her mother in the house before dark every night.
It went on like that for four more years, and around them farmers were killed and cattle were lost. Occasionally the Ambrose's would lose an animal or two, but the herd stayed large and strong, and neither Jenn nor her mother were harmed. At least, for a while.
At the age of nineteen, Jennifer was simply continuing her routine of locking up the cattle, though a little later than usual as her mother had fallen ill and she had been cleaning up their evening meal. They hadn't had any problems with the wolves lately, so she wasn't concerned about it. As she was shutting the barn door, a body flung itself on top of her, thrashing its teeth across her face and body, claws flaying her skin as she desperately fought to get away. Soon there were two others with him, and they were all tearing at her. Killing her.
A snarl from nearby sounded in her ear and the painful attack ceased. She opened her eyes and peered through the blood that ran down her face, only to watch a large, black wolf step over her body and slash her face open with his teeth. But as he did, the pain went away, and he began to lick up the blood that covered her skin, running his tongue over the cuts on her body. As he did, the wounds sealed themselves, and not a single scar formed but for a small one at the corner of her eye where the werewolf venom had seeped in.
Jennifer fell into a deep sleep, and spent the night in the grass outside the barn, her body morphing slowly into the beast that had killed her father. The next night, the wolf body took over, and she sprinted away from her home into Rakutan Forest, and never returned.
But she quickly grew lonely, and she discovered that she could fill that emptiness in her life with men. Therefore, during the day she spent her time enjoying their company, intimately or otherwise. At night, she would leave them asleep in their beds, running back to the safety of the trees to live out her night life as a wolf. Even as a creature of the night though, she was still in need of company.
She joined a wolf pack, and told them upon her entrance what she was and how things would have to be. They accepted her as she was, and took her in as a pup, training her in the ways of the wolf.
Now, a couple hundred years later, things haven't changed much. Jennifer Ambrose is a dangerous woman, and one that will steal your heart as quickly as she can stop it.
Miscellaneous: