Post by Talla Coma on Oct 22, 2008 20:10:06 GMT 1
Oct 22, 2008 20:07:49 GMT 1 @Talla Coma said:
About You
Name: DJ
Age: 26
Where did you find us?: current member
RP Experience: several long years
RP Level: Novice *LMAO*
How often will you be on?: as much as life will allow
The Basics
Name: Talla Coma ~Noble Wolf~
Nicknames: just Talla
Age: 36, looks 24 in human years
Birthday: 15th of Febuary
Bloodline: born of Gabriel mated to Fajora
Former/House: Fenrir Greyback Clan
Occupation: who needs a job when Fenrir takes care of his own
Alliance: Fenrir Greyback
In Depth
Appearance: Talla is 5 foot 10 inches, a 135 pound lean muscular fighting machine. Long red hair with golden highlights frames an oval face. Smooth soft features covered in honey-tanned skin. A snarling wolf tattoo covers her left shoulder blade. Her eyes are rich chocolate brown that flicker golden amber with her emotions, whether it be anger or happiness. A thin scar runs from her right brow over her eyelid to end on her cheek. The right calf of her leg is badly scarred from being mauled causing her to limp and is painful to her after extensive running.
Talla is incapable at this young age of changing at will. When the transformation hits on the full moon her body contorts to 6 feet 2 inches and 190 pounds as bones lengthen and sinew change her. Honey tanned skin covers in red fur with golden highlights while points are tipped in black. Golden amber eyes will pierce the dark as pointed ears give keener hearing.
Celebrity Being Used: Alexz Johnson
Likes:
Raw meat
Running free
Hunting
Males
Alone time
Reading books
Dislikes:
Vegetables
Crowds
Small-enclosed places
Feminine clothes
Following orders
Beer
Strengths:
Speed in both running and movements
Common sense
Poised and balanced
Can be still and quiet while stalking
Weaknesses
Slight limp on right leg
Partial sight loss right eye
Has not made a hunt kill
Panics in small enclosures
Personality: Talla is compassionate and easy to get along with. She is fun loving, playful and enjoys her freedom and life in general. Wanting to make a difference in her world and not sure if Voldemort is that cause, thought she’d never talk about it with pack members.
If taunted she can be just as lethal as she is of good spirit. Turning on her aggressor with sharp words and teeth. Because of her light nature, most don’t take her serious. She is one of the toughest females just out of training.
History: Born the only young to Gabriel and his mate Fajora, Talla Coma is their pride and joy. That was until she chose unwisely. At the age of nineteen, a fierce male courted Talla wanting to take her for his mate. Wanting more than spending her days in the mating den, Tall confronted the male that was her senior.
Not liking rejection the male attacked Talla in his Werewolf form; he gained the upper hand to scar her flesh and soul. To this day Talla had tried to over come the damage done to her leg and eye. Seems the flesh healed better that her spirit, she has trouble trusting.
Needing to change her life, Talla joined the testosterone filled training program. Fenrirs’ way of supplying Voldemort with ‘were power’. Talla found she could fight just as well as any male of her kind. Now as she finds herself pulling missions she is also questioning the methods behind the evil. Is this what she really wants?
Let's See What You've Got
Role Play Sample: The Werewolf training camp is intense. Running in human form to increase stamina, hand-to-hand combat and a grueling obstacle course kept their bodies physically toned. A full moon brought forth a more gruesome training, the hunt and kill of prey. The whole of the pack working as a killing team.
Long days brought on by even longer nights. This code of cunning maliciousness bred into the Werewolf pack of Fenrir Greyback. However they were in demand by Voldemort to do his bidding against muggle and magical worlds that fought against the Dark Lord.
A pack of eight Werewolves stood in the clearing of the heavily wooded forest just outside the London limits. Talla had both her hands pressed firmly down on the child’s shoulders. “Quiet little one,” she whispered trying to reassure the shaking female child as tears fell over the young ones pudgy cheeks. The child tried to swallow back the whimpering gasps to no avail.
The sun an orange ball of fire casting evening shadows through the fall colors of the trees. The group of Greybacks’ waited for the Death Eaters Voldemort was sending after the child. The girl is the daughter of a prominent wizarding official at the Ministry of Magic. Finally, the exchange took place without occurrence, this was the first mission Talla had been permitted since finishing her training. She is young in were years and wanted to do something useful and important before she was cast into the mating pool.
Several yards behind the pack as they made their way back to camp, Talla’s keen hearing spun her around at the sounds of shouts from behind her. Smelling the air Talla scented humans and ….blood. Cutting off from the group she fell back, covering the ground from wince she came with speed. Her feet barely making contact with the ground in a noiseless run as she darted in and out of shadows for cover.
Finally coming to a crouch behind the trunk of a large oak. Talla watched the battle, spells and the scent of blood filled the twilight. The Death Eaters had lost procession of the female child. For some reason Talla felt relief for the young, she was in safe hands now. Talla wasn’t sure why she was having confused feelings.
