Post by Cecilia Marcellus on May 5, 2008 19:41:18 GMT -5
Name:Cecilia Marcellus
Age:20
Gender:Female
Standing :Nuetralish
Species:Amazon/Garou(if I can't have this mix then just say something and I will change it ^.^)
Personality: Cecilia is normally very strong willed. Determined and when she puts her mind to something she will do anything within her power to obtain it. Thus making her a very formidable foe, when it comes to fights. It's one of her many downfalls. she will keep fighting till she is literally and completely worn out. though she is naturally hyper, she is hardly ever able to be sat still for more then 30 minutes. Which can sometimes get on peoples nervous. With a dark nature to her that she hides from most. Trying all her life to try and keep herself indifferent to others opinions. but sometimes she will blurt out what she thinks, even with knowing the draw backs of doing such a thing. To her sadness, well it's rare but it happens. she tries to keep it away from her as best she can. By pretending nothing is wrong, but it soon turns to anger. Tears in sadness she only sheds in her room, but anger. WEll she will take it out on the nearest object to her, through physical means.
General Appearance:(I hope a picture is ok)
History: Cecilia was originally born in Lousianna New Orleans on june 16th 1988. To Zalika Di'leona, a voodoo priestess. From a young age all Cecilia knew of her father was that, her mother didn't even know his name.(psst his name is Jamal) The only thing she knew of was what he looked like, with a vague description of his appearance. A tall rugged man, who had a strange unnatural animalistic look and attraction to him. She remembered it was during a ritual, under the harvest moon. She didn't know if it was the pull of the ritual, or just a intoxication of sorts. The last thing she recalled was waking up the next morning, with him in her bed. She like normal got scared, cause she didn't remember hardly anything after being led away from the gathering.
Well she took off, running away she from that day on forsakened the male race. Refuseing to submit her unborn child at the time to such a vile race of men. For the longest time, growing up cecilia never knew of what the outside world looked like. Beyond the swamps of new orleans, she wouldn't even allow her to leave the house hardly when she knew people were going to be around. Even though Cecilia grew into a very lovely girl, and was very smart and independent. The only thing different about her was the fact that her mother noticed strange things about her. Like she was faster then normal people, she had better hearing the most and stronger then most girls. Well her mothering being what she was, she done a ritual on her when she was ten. That was when she learned of what she was. Come to find out her father was a Garou, A shapeshifter.
This to top off the fact that she already held a grudge against men, for taking advantage of her. Like they did, when she was at her weakest point in time. She vowed to never let the Garou heritage in young Cecilia see the light of day. She did everything in her power to 'cleanse' the shapeshifting spirit out of the young girl. But each time she done it, it just angered that side of her more and more. Till one night, she snapped the garou within her causing her to snap. Going off on her mother, at this time she was already 16. She didn't kill her luckily but got scared at the anger and rage she held within her that made her change into a over sized wolf. She ran as far as she could and as fast as she could. Where she lived on the streets, traveling from town to town every now and then.
Finally around seventeen she understood what her mother was talking about with men. She had been taken in by a wealthy man, who was egotistical and as heartless as anything. He would treat the girl like she was nothing more then dirt, then when he thought he done enough damage he would come to her and love on her. A few nights she was even raped by the man that supposedly 'loved her' it wasn't till she was 18 when she ran away from him. Holding a deep hatred and grudge for men.
Two weeks after she ran away from the man, she snuck onto a cruise ship. After stealing a ticket. Little did she know though, this cruise was destined to sink. A week into the cruise and three or five miles off shore. The ship went down, sinking most of the people on it. Her and a few others made it, making there way to the island. Where they have lived now for two years, in this time period she lives on what she knows.
Sample RP: The sun was high over the large cliffy range of the island. There had been many nights in the two years that she was here, that she heard many strange things. Some of the scents on the wind were odd to her, some of things she had never smelt before. Others of things that reminded her of home, leaving her longing for the swamp lands once more. That evening she sat alongside the shore, her outfit only that of a bikini she managed to salvage with a few other items from the sinking ship. Before it went down, or it washed ashore. Her waist clad in the bottoms and a wrap, her hair done in long dread locks. Where she strung different shells she found on the beach through out.
Standing she grabbed the hand made spear she hunted and Fished with. Her dark brown eyes scanning the crystal clear water. Seeing the outline of fish beneath. She knew from experience that to catch them, was to aim alittle under and off to the side of the original reflection. Because the water gave a fractured illusion, stepping quickly onto a rocky instep. Her eyes looking down, spotting one of the fish she thrust the spear down into the water. Spearing the animal, as it flopped and wiggled as she pulled the fish and spear from the water. The other small school of fish around the one that had been caught scattered as she grinned slightly to herself.
Age:20
Gender:Female
Standing :Nuetralish
Species:Amazon/Garou(if I can't have this mix then just say something and I will change it ^.^)
Personality: Cecilia is normally very strong willed. Determined and when she puts her mind to something she will do anything within her power to obtain it. Thus making her a very formidable foe, when it comes to fights. It's one of her many downfalls. she will keep fighting till she is literally and completely worn out. though she is naturally hyper, she is hardly ever able to be sat still for more then 30 minutes. Which can sometimes get on peoples nervous. With a dark nature to her that she hides from most. Trying all her life to try and keep herself indifferent to others opinions. but sometimes she will blurt out what she thinks, even with knowing the draw backs of doing such a thing. To her sadness, well it's rare but it happens. she tries to keep it away from her as best she can. By pretending nothing is wrong, but it soon turns to anger. Tears in sadness she only sheds in her room, but anger. WEll she will take it out on the nearest object to her, through physical means.
General Appearance:(I hope a picture is ok)
History: Cecilia was originally born in Lousianna New Orleans on june 16th 1988. To Zalika Di'leona, a voodoo priestess. From a young age all Cecilia knew of her father was that, her mother didn't even know his name.(psst his name is Jamal) The only thing she knew of was what he looked like, with a vague description of his appearance. A tall rugged man, who had a strange unnatural animalistic look and attraction to him. She remembered it was during a ritual, under the harvest moon. She didn't know if it was the pull of the ritual, or just a intoxication of sorts. The last thing she recalled was waking up the next morning, with him in her bed. She like normal got scared, cause she didn't remember hardly anything after being led away from the gathering.
Well she took off, running away she from that day on forsakened the male race. Refuseing to submit her unborn child at the time to such a vile race of men. For the longest time, growing up cecilia never knew of what the outside world looked like. Beyond the swamps of new orleans, she wouldn't even allow her to leave the house hardly when she knew people were going to be around. Even though Cecilia grew into a very lovely girl, and was very smart and independent. The only thing different about her was the fact that her mother noticed strange things about her. Like she was faster then normal people, she had better hearing the most and stronger then most girls. Well her mothering being what she was, she done a ritual on her when she was ten. That was when she learned of what she was. Come to find out her father was a Garou, A shapeshifter.
This to top off the fact that she already held a grudge against men, for taking advantage of her. Like they did, when she was at her weakest point in time. She vowed to never let the Garou heritage in young Cecilia see the light of day. She did everything in her power to 'cleanse' the shapeshifting spirit out of the young girl. But each time she done it, it just angered that side of her more and more. Till one night, she snapped the garou within her causing her to snap. Going off on her mother, at this time she was already 16. She didn't kill her luckily but got scared at the anger and rage she held within her that made her change into a over sized wolf. She ran as far as she could and as fast as she could. Where she lived on the streets, traveling from town to town every now and then.
Finally around seventeen she understood what her mother was talking about with men. She had been taken in by a wealthy man, who was egotistical and as heartless as anything. He would treat the girl like she was nothing more then dirt, then when he thought he done enough damage he would come to her and love on her. A few nights she was even raped by the man that supposedly 'loved her' it wasn't till she was 18 when she ran away from him. Holding a deep hatred and grudge for men.
Two weeks after she ran away from the man, she snuck onto a cruise ship. After stealing a ticket. Little did she know though, this cruise was destined to sink. A week into the cruise and three or five miles off shore. The ship went down, sinking most of the people on it. Her and a few others made it, making there way to the island. Where they have lived now for two years, in this time period she lives on what she knows.
Sample RP: The sun was high over the large cliffy range of the island. There had been many nights in the two years that she was here, that she heard many strange things. Some of the scents on the wind were odd to her, some of things she had never smelt before. Others of things that reminded her of home, leaving her longing for the swamp lands once more. That evening she sat alongside the shore, her outfit only that of a bikini she managed to salvage with a few other items from the sinking ship. Before it went down, or it washed ashore. Her waist clad in the bottoms and a wrap, her hair done in long dread locks. Where she strung different shells she found on the beach through out.
Standing she grabbed the hand made spear she hunted and Fished with. Her dark brown eyes scanning the crystal clear water. Seeing the outline of fish beneath. She knew from experience that to catch them, was to aim alittle under and off to the side of the original reflection. Because the water gave a fractured illusion, stepping quickly onto a rocky instep. Her eyes looking down, spotting one of the fish she thrust the spear down into the water. Spearing the animal, as it flopped and wiggled as she pulled the fish and spear from the water. The other small school of fish around the one that had been caught scattered as she grinned slightly to herself.