Post by wicked on May 13, 2010 19:07:25 GMT -5
Name:Rayne Skeyler Evans
Gender: Female
Species:Timber Wolf (I know it's not original, but I LOVE wolves in this sense.)
description:
When Rayne is in human form, she has long, true black hair, a blue-ish tint in some sunlight. It's cut all in one layer and cascades in a smooth, silky cloak down her shoulders. She is tall and lean, with slender, a not-too-pale but not-too-dark skin tone smooth and taunt stretched tightly over her solid, but almost unnoticable muscles.
A light touch of thin black eyeliner brings out her powder blue eyes (which, might I say, are a rather distinct feature on her) that stand out from all the rest. Soft, supple curves compliment it all int the end.
Often wearing nicer shirts, all varying in different colors, and just jeans, she doesn't really stand out, clothes-wise anyway. But she doesn't blend in a crowd. She's always wearing a... Well, curious look in her face, sometimes her perfectly plucked eyebrows raised, sometimes her straight white shimmery teeth showing, and every now and then, her black lashes close together as those shocking blue eyes stare out. Rayne's a sight for sore eyes, and it's hard to miss her.
Oh, and when in wolf form, she's a rather petite figure for a Grey Wolf, a cloack of satin black creating an air of majesty around her. Some say they can tell she's, well, her. Her legs are long and slender, as they are in human form, and she always has a look of pure curiosity and innocence, the same as.. You know the rest. The one thing that really connects her to "true form" is the one crystalline blue eye, the same shade of glassy ocean blue as those two she claims as her own in another way. She moves with a graceful manner, all her motions blended together into almost one. She is Wolf.
Personality: Pretty little Rayne is quiet most of the time, but approachable. She knows how to wear a smile and flaunt it, and she knows how to stare down her opponent with the stare only a wild king- or queen...- could possess. That glare is potent and often thought of as wicked. So few ever get on Rayne's bad side, the result being messy. The petite girl can be spiteful, snappy and sly. Oh, but that's just the traits a wolf is born with. Rather comprehensive and polite, Rayne can work a crowd and is anything but shy. She just likes to sit back and examine the racing world around her, never affected, but ready to jump right in the middle. She's often the center of attention, and it just depends, the fact of whether she likes it. Oh, but don't worry, the rather odd teen is known for being straight-forward, so just ask her. Don't expect a snarky comment back, for she's no good with words. Preferring sometimes unnoticable body language, people who don't know who she is place her in the "Odd" category. She's a very complex character, and most don't even bother to put the puzzle together.
History: Born in the small state of New Hampshire, Rayne has always known about her gift. Even taking the time to master it, spending most of her childhood leisure time in the woods behind her home on the countryside. As she grew older, she began to wander, roaming the lands around her home. Eventually, she got bored with her family's fifty acres, and passed the division fence between her family's plantation, and the reserve. Within the reserve lived other wolves of many species. She studied them in her own wolf form and learned from them. She blended in and made herself a real wolf. Rayne would go back all the time, her parents never really knowing where she was going or what exactly she was up to. Of course her family knew about her, were chape-shifters themselves, but lived as humans. They thought their gift a disgrace, the reason Rayne kept her own attraction to the new life a secret.
School wasn't the same the next year. Hre friends said she acted different, was quieter, she seemed almost like she was trying to be sneaky. But this was just the first time her gift was bursting through the seems. This was when she started wearing the curiosity, started changing, evolving into what she trully is. A wolf. Now Rayne lives among the other shape-shifters, proud of her true form.
Weapons and Equipment Rayne carries nothing other than her dignity and pride. But really, as cheesey as this sounds, who needs weapons when you're a wolf?
Gender: Female
Species:Timber Wolf (I know it's not original, but I LOVE wolves in this sense.)
description:
When Rayne is in human form, she has long, true black hair, a blue-ish tint in some sunlight. It's cut all in one layer and cascades in a smooth, silky cloak down her shoulders. She is tall and lean, with slender, a not-too-pale but not-too-dark skin tone smooth and taunt stretched tightly over her solid, but almost unnoticable muscles.
A light touch of thin black eyeliner brings out her powder blue eyes (which, might I say, are a rather distinct feature on her) that stand out from all the rest. Soft, supple curves compliment it all int the end.
Often wearing nicer shirts, all varying in different colors, and just jeans, she doesn't really stand out, clothes-wise anyway. But she doesn't blend in a crowd. She's always wearing a... Well, curious look in her face, sometimes her perfectly plucked eyebrows raised, sometimes her straight white shimmery teeth showing, and every now and then, her black lashes close together as those shocking blue eyes stare out. Rayne's a sight for sore eyes, and it's hard to miss her.
Oh, and when in wolf form, she's a rather petite figure for a Grey Wolf, a cloack of satin black creating an air of majesty around her. Some say they can tell she's, well, her. Her legs are long and slender, as they are in human form, and she always has a look of pure curiosity and innocence, the same as.. You know the rest. The one thing that really connects her to "true form" is the one crystalline blue eye, the same shade of glassy ocean blue as those two she claims as her own in another way. She moves with a graceful manner, all her motions blended together into almost one. She is Wolf.
Personality: Pretty little Rayne is quiet most of the time, but approachable. She knows how to wear a smile and flaunt it, and she knows how to stare down her opponent with the stare only a wild king- or queen...- could possess. That glare is potent and often thought of as wicked. So few ever get on Rayne's bad side, the result being messy. The petite girl can be spiteful, snappy and sly. Oh, but that's just the traits a wolf is born with. Rather comprehensive and polite, Rayne can work a crowd and is anything but shy. She just likes to sit back and examine the racing world around her, never affected, but ready to jump right in the middle. She's often the center of attention, and it just depends, the fact of whether she likes it. Oh, but don't worry, the rather odd teen is known for being straight-forward, so just ask her. Don't expect a snarky comment back, for she's no good with words. Preferring sometimes unnoticable body language, people who don't know who she is place her in the "Odd" category. She's a very complex character, and most don't even bother to put the puzzle together.
History: Born in the small state of New Hampshire, Rayne has always known about her gift. Even taking the time to master it, spending most of her childhood leisure time in the woods behind her home on the countryside. As she grew older, she began to wander, roaming the lands around her home. Eventually, she got bored with her family's fifty acres, and passed the division fence between her family's plantation, and the reserve. Within the reserve lived other wolves of many species. She studied them in her own wolf form and learned from them. She blended in and made herself a real wolf. Rayne would go back all the time, her parents never really knowing where she was going or what exactly she was up to. Of course her family knew about her, were chape-shifters themselves, but lived as humans. They thought their gift a disgrace, the reason Rayne kept her own attraction to the new life a secret.
School wasn't the same the next year. Hre friends said she acted different, was quieter, she seemed almost like she was trying to be sneaky. But this was just the first time her gift was bursting through the seems. This was when she started wearing the curiosity, started changing, evolving into what she trully is. A wolf. Now Rayne lives among the other shape-shifters, proud of her true form.
Weapons and Equipment Rayne carries nothing other than her dignity and pride. But really, as cheesey as this sounds, who needs weapons when you're a wolf?
