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| Tyler St. James; Werewolf | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Jul 23 2011, 06:36 PM (160 Views) | |
| SergeantSarcasm | Jul 23 2011, 06:36 PM Post #1 |
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Name: Tyler St. James Age: 21 Race: Werewolf Pack: The Maneater Pack of Boston Appearance: ![]() Petite and delicate at 5'3", Tyler doesn't really have a commanding presence about her. Her rich dark brown hair just barely brushes at her shoulder and frames her face, emphasizing her green eyes. Combined with the her fair skin that tans easily thanks to her Italian blood, everything comes together well. She's proportional for her height, petite in everything but her curves, which she got from her mother's side of the family. While she's not a jaw-dropping beauty, she's not a plain Jane either, she's sort of in between. In her eyes, she's average. If one passed her on the street, she wouldn't really be memorable except for the five long scars that run from the right side of her neck all the way down over to her left shoulder. She has a matching pair of scars that run down the center of her back and a nice large animal bite on the side of her stomach. Not many people see the stomach or back scars because Tyler rarely removes her t-shirt, even when at the beach. Tyler enjoys a casual, tom-boyish style, wearing for the most part jeans and t-shirt. When she really tries to look nice (or has to), Tyler can be spotted wearing a dress or skirt paired with some high heels, but that's only once in a blue moon. Tyler has two form when she transforms. One is a hybrid, half woman/half wolf bipedal form with animal characteristics. The second is that of a full wolf that is the size of a small pony. In her full wolf form she is a beautiful grey wolf with cream mixed in. ![]() Birthday: March 25, 1990 Sexuality: Heterosexual Favorite Color: Red Favorite Season: Fall Chinese Zodiac: Horse Western Zodiac: Aries Ruling Planet: Mars Favorite Animal: Wolves Theme Song: Sister Moon by Sting Personality: With her personality, if Tyler tried and really put an effort into it, she could advance pretty far up the totem pole in her pack. She has the drive to survive and the will to win, but she hides that and feigns indifference when it comes to advancement. Despite that, she is a hard worker, but is easily stressed out by certain things. She's known for being outspoken, rude, abrupt, aggressive, and having a fiery temper. At the same time, she has her moments where she is reserved and meek. She's also smart and witty, if not a bit too sarcastic. Although she's the perfect Type A personality, she is a sweet person and it shows through the mask that she puts on to scare others away from becoming attached to her. She pushes everyone away because she's afraid that if she becomes attached to someone that they will either die or they will leave just like her father did after she became a werewolf. He just couldn't handle the thought of his "babygirl" being a monster. Therefore, her largest insecurity is the fact that she is a monster. She is still dealing with what she is and when she has to come face to face with her beast, she usually tries to suppress it. It's not that she hates being a werewolf, she doesn't. She loves the close knit ways of the pack and the fact that when she needs them, they will always be there for her, it's just that her biggest fear is if she allows herself to fully submit to her beast, then she will become a full-fledged monster, and she will lose her humanity, which is something she desperately clings to. Likes: Lord of the Rings, cigarettes, movies, running, guns, good food, and sarcasm Dislikes: Idiots, the color pink, asparagus, spiders, and people making obnoxious noises. History: Tyler was supposed to have been a boy, all the tests had come back saying that she was a boy. But on March 25th, 1990 at 7:11pm out came a baby girl. Her parents decided to be original and keep the name they had already chosen, just with a different middle name. So the little girl had become Tyler Holly St. James. Tyler's childhood was for the most part pretty normal. She grew up with her mother and father, her two sister's Elizabeth and Grace, a their pet dogs Aragorn and Arwen, and their cats Legolas and Gimli. Her father was a huge Lord of the Rings fan, so his love of the books rubbed off on Tyler, whom as the oldest of his children, Sean St. James felt closest to. Up until she was thirteen, Tyler lived the good life. She was her father's little girl while at the same time being the boy that he had always wanted. She played baseball and soccer. She climbed trees, went fishing, and learned how to fix cars while her little sisters were at dance class. Then on the evening of July 13, 2003 while at her first ever sleep-away camp, Tyler had been making her way back from the showers to her cabin. She made the mistake of straying to close to the woods at the wrong time and the next thing that she knew she was on her back with a vicious creature biting at her waist. She started to scream and kicked out at it, and managed to get it off her for a moment, but that moment was enough for her to start to crawl away. The thing recovered and struck out at her, slicing down her back and leaving five long claw marks down the center, next, it flipped her over and took a swipe at her neck, but missed by only a little. By that point, Tyler's screams had roused the entire camp and the creature fled, leaving her there to die. And Tyler nearly did. Multiple times while in the hospital, she nearly succumb to her wounds, but each time something brought her back. Whether it was the doctors, or just her will to live. Now, the entire time that she had been in the hospital, Tyler's story had been all over the news and a manhunt had been out to find the creature that had done this to her. They never did find it, but people assumed from the tracks and the pattern of the claw marks on Tyler that it was a mountain lion. By the time she got out of the hospital, the story had died down, but there was one group of people who hadn't forgotten and they sent someone to the hospital on the day that Tyler was released, fully healed but with some nasty scars. It had been her father who had gone to pick her up, and her father who nearly been killed by the man who was waiting to speak to Tyler and give her the bad news that she had been, in fact, attacked by a brand new werewolf who had succumb to the blood lust and couldn't be controlled. He also told her that they had "handled the situation". Her father, thinking that this was some sort of sick joke, took a swing at the man. The man, who Tyler later found out was an enforcer for the pack and named Joe, snapped and punched Sean St. James back, and Sean St. James was no small guy. He stood about 6'4" weighed almost 250 pounds of pure muscle, and Tyler watched as her dad went down like he'd been hit by a mac truck. That caused Tyler to snap and she took a swing at Joe herself. Being a brand new werewolf, and only thirteen, she still hadn't come into her full potential power, but she still damaged Joe pretty badly because he refused to hit Tyler back. Joe left, but not before giving Tyler a business card with his number on it and a number to call if she ever needed help. She quickly forgot about it. At least until the next full moon. She had gone to bed for the night when she awoke drenched in sweat and writhing in agony. Her screams awoke her parents and sisters, and they witnessed as she changed into a werewolf for the first time. They watched as her skin stretched and her bones popped out of place and new muscle grew over her reshaped skeleton, the entire time listening to her scream in pain. It was lucky for her that Joe had taken it upon himself to keep an eye on her, and had been sitting in his car outside her house to run to her aid if she needed it. Good thing he had too. If he hadn't been there to get her under control and get her into his car, she might have killed one of her family members. After her first change, nothing was really the same. Her mother struggled, and finally was able to adjust to the fact that her eldest daughter could change into a wolf. Her two younger sisters, while a little unnerved by it, thought it was cool. Her father, on the other hand, was unable to adjust to the change and left suddenly one day, abandoning Tyler at school where she had been waiting for him to come and pick her up. After that, she was never the same and started to get into a lot of trouble, spending more time with the pack that she did at home. She still managed to graduate high school with a 3.8 GPA, but she partied too much and got into a lot of trouble, including struggling with anorexia throughout her high school career. But each time she got into trouble, a member of her pack was always there to help her out. And that pack member was usually Joe, who had taken a shine to her. He was like the big brother that she never had and the best friend that she needed. Once Tyler turned 18, Joe decided that he felt it was time to start to train her to become one of the enforcers for the pack, to take his spot when he decided to challenge the aging alpha of the pack. He took her to the gun range almost every weekend and also took her to the gym so she could hone her skills. She had been taking karate and judo since she was twelve and now was adept in both. Now, at 21, she's an enforcer under Joe, who is also now alpha. She's going to graduate next year from college with a BS in psychology. Powers/Weapons: Super Speed: All werecreatures are extremely fast and can run faster than the human eye can see. They can equal or even outrun vampires in their speed, depending on their age. Like vampires, they grow more powerful with age. Super Strength: Werecreatures' strength appears to depend somewhat on their size and somewhat on their level of supernatural power. Their strength is on par with vampires and they are fully able to fight off and even overpower them. Their strength is lesser in their human form, though they are still far stronger than humans. Super Endurance: Werecreatures can recover from almost any wound other than that caused by silver weapons. If injured by a non-silver weapon, werecreatures heal at an accelerated rate, and they cannot die from a wound inflicted by a non-silver weapon. If wounded by a silver weapon (i.e. silver bullets) they heal at a normal human rate, unlike a non-silver weapon, werecreatures can die from a wound inflicted by a silver weapon. Super Senses: Werecreatures have extremely acute senses, even in human form. Tyler can "smell" emotions or lies, as can Joe. Relationships: Friends: Joseph (Joe) Giordani (Best friend) Family: Her mom, two sisters. Acquaintances: Hates: Her father Like (Crush): Loves: Post Color: Red Read the Rules?: "No shame, no fear" Sample RP: "Wake up." There was a muffled yelp and a string of swears, followed closely by: "You horrible bitch." Tyler St. James lifted her head from her pillows and eyed the man who was standing over her bed, cradling his arm. "I told you, I am not responsible for any damage that I do when someone wakes me up." "What if I had been your mom?" The man inquired as he flexed his fingers and then ran a hand over his face. "Well," Tyler said as she turned over to stare up at her ceiling and look over at the man, "my mother wouldn't have been stupid enough to stand next to my bed. She usually stands at the end of the hallway and uses a blowhard to wake us all up." She squirmed and stretched, a little noise of pleasure escaping her lips. The man raised an eyebrow at the noise and sat down on the side of the bed, only to flop down backwards so that his head lay on Tyler's stomach. He nuzzled the exposed skin of her stomach where her shirt had ridden up, his five o'clock shadow tickling her skin. If anyone else had seen what was going on, they would have assumed that the two were dating. They would have been wrong, though. As werewolves, the two craved contact, it was a comfort to them. And this particular skin on skin contact had Tyler sitting up, pulling the man's head up so that he'd look at her. "What's wrong, Joe?" She asked her alpha, worry in her eyes as she stroked his cheek with her thumb. "Nothing. You're skin just smells really good." Joe said and leaned in to bury his face in her neck. Tyler rolled her eyes and pushed him off of her. Joe rolled to the end of the bed and promptly fell off. There was a thud as he landed and a groan. "Jesus, woman, you're going to be the death of me." Tyler got out of the bed to pad around to where he lay and she put her hands on her hips. "Now that it's occurred to me, is there any particular reason why you're here?" "One, your mom let me in. She loves me. Two…" He rolled over to groan again as he clutched his side, "You said you'd help me shop for an outfit to wear to your mom's wedding. Remember? She invited me because she adores me." Tyler rolled her eyes again and gazed down at the handsome man rolling around on the floor. "Fine!" She finally caved and threw her hands in the air, "Just stop rolling around and get the hell out of my room." "Why?" He looked genuinely curious, "I've seen you naked a million times." "Yeah, that was after I shifted. This is me changing. You're my best friend, by I draw the line at you seeing my vagina and boobs when you don't have to." She leaned down and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, and started to drag the 190 pound pouting man across the wooden floor to the door (thank god for werewolf super strength). "You're really no fun at all." Joe called from the floor outside her room as she shut the door and laughter tugged at her lips. Then she turned around and walked over to her closet to get ready for the day, all the while Joe was still ranting from the floor outside her bedroom about how this was an injustice and she would pay. |
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