Post by Crystal Song on Jun 8, 2009 15:38:17 GMT -8
Species: Werewolf
g e n e r a l
Full Name: Crystal Luna Larksong
Nickname(s): Chrissy, Luna, Lark, Song, Birdie
Gender: Female
Age: 18.5
Occupation: Singer/songwriter/dancer
Sexuality: Bisexual
Marital Status: Looking for fun
a p p e a r a n c e
Crystal as a werewolf
Crystal as a person
s t y l e
Crystal enjoys wearing anything that makes her stand out a bit. She makes her own clothing often, and if she isn't making her own clothes she is mixing and matching outfits that shouldn't be together. She enjoys mixing stripes and spots, or plaid and leopard print. Anything that will look zany mixed together works for her. She usually wears her hair up, tied with a ribbon. Sometiems she braids it or puts it in pigtails. Only those who are invited into her personal life know what she looks like with her hair down.
Crystal is never seen without a bright red backpack, a black choaker necklace, and her always changing hat. She also tends to wear sweaters tied around her waiste, even in the hottest of weathers. She likes to wear boots of any sort, although she favors army boots. Her undergarments are always brightly colored. She also prefers boxers to traditional girls underwear. Ocationally she dresses fancy for her performances or for parties.
o t h e r s t u f f
Likes:
Dislikes:
Ambition(s): Fall in love, start a family, become famous, Solving at least one of the worlds problems.
Fear(s): Enclosed spaces, needles, arachnids, hospitals, clowns, blood, Being alone, and Aliens (all phobias). She is also afraid of the dark, of being disliked, and of making a fool of herself.
Flaws: She's rather naive, she is very phobic of things, and she is a klutz.
p e r s o n a l i t y
Crystal is a spazy girl who is naive enough to pass as an idiot when she plays it up. She is almost never out of energy and often needs to be reminded to go to sleep at all. She often runs in circles, physically, mentally, metaphoriaclly and litterally. She tends to speak in third person and likes to confuse others. She also likes to brag about what she has done.
She is happy-go-lucky most of the time, but tends to fall into minor depressions. When she is depressed she tends to be rather volatile. She dotes on her pets and makes sure that, while they are with her, her friends have nothing but the best. She is hormonal, like most teenagers, but she already knows that she enjoys pain with her 'loving'. She spends most of her time being frivilous and flirting when she isn't working.
h i s t o r y
Crystal was born as far to the north as people lived, and she speant the first 8 years of her life there as well. Thriving in the cold, snow, and winter she lived quiet happily before her family moved south. Now they live here, with her constantly grumbling about the heat and crowds and lack of natural life, and the fact that she now has to pay some attention to a more powerful wolf. She learned to play a guitar and sing while living in the north, and expanded those talents when they moved south. She also began her love for art with more supplies and inspiration around her.
She began to enjoy rain and dancing in it when she was 11. This was accompanied by a teacher getting her very interested in poems and the idea of rythem and rhyme scheams. She began to write poems of her own, and then a friend of hers noticed just how good those poems would do as songs. Thus her musical carreer began when she was 13, almost 14 years old.
Doing musical things for nearly 5 years she has developed a flair for giving the people just what they want. She loves to tease and she gives unspoken promises that will never be fullfilled. She has never gone for long without at least 3 pets, and she always has at least on of her many pets around. She resuced a bat and kept it as a pet when she was 17, the same year she realized that she was bi.
She continues to live with her parents, although they tend to turn a blind eye to anything she does that is outlandish. She runs around with her 'pack' being her band. Comprised of 2 other werewolves, a human who is painfully ignorant of the danger posed by their friends, and a lone vampire they all get along quiet well. Her werewolf blood is from her father, rather than her mother. She thrives in chaos and disorder, and enjoys the looks on peoples faces when they meet Gormegon, the bat that she rescued.
Other: She has 2 dogs (Calcifur and Lucifer (Alsatians), a cat (A black cat that is very friendly and very voacl), several rabbits (5 lionheads, 2 lops, a netherland dwarf and a Giant), a snake (a 20 foot albino anaconda), a bat (wild, undetermined species) and a blue, green and gold beta fish (that lives in a bag in her backpack).
R P p r e v i e w
Mythos' giant paws thudded against the ground as he strode along. He lifted his head, pricking the stumps of what had been his ears to the new moon. He lifted his head to sing, his breath misty in the cold night air. He was letting other wolves that an alpha had come to the land and they had best either join or leave. He loward his head, his molten eyes stared around before he resumed his swinging trot.
His long legs thudded the ground, carrying him easily. He found good places for boarders and marked them, telling all creatures that he was lord here. He paused to sniff at a birds carcass before marking another tree within the northern woods with his musky scent. His long legs carried him through the fringes of the pretty forest easily and as he left them to the west. He paused to admire the beauty of the giant falls before finding a way to their top and marking a line right over them, enough paw-steps back that there was room to play at the top.
He roved over hills to the south. He marked tufts of grass and boulders, and left the solitary oak that stood so proudly alone. Something told him it was special. Finishing the south he turned east and sniffed around the mouth of a cave. It drew his interests but he did not enter. He would explore it another time. Instead he made a wide sweap around it, marking rocks, trees, bushes and plant tufts to ward off intruders.
Done with marking he headed for the center of his realm once more. There were dens dug into the earth here, closer to the south than truely centered. He investigated each of the dens before choosing one of the best. It was roomy enough for two wolves, but easy to defend and it had a back way that only a rabbit could have gotten into easily. A wolf of his size and strength could force it open from the inside however, making it a perfect addition. He left his den, scraping his claws at it's earthy entrance to mark it before howling once again to tell all wolves they were welcome to join him.
(From a wolf site I'm on)
Do you play any other characters here? If yes then who? Nope
g e n e r a l
Full Name: Crystal Luna Larksong
Nickname(s): Chrissy, Luna, Lark, Song, Birdie
Gender: Female
Age: 18.5
Occupation: Singer/songwriter/dancer
Sexuality: Bisexual
Marital Status: Looking for fun
a p p e a r a n c e
Crystal as a werewolf
Crystal as a person
s t y l e
Crystal enjoys wearing anything that makes her stand out a bit. She makes her own clothing often, and if she isn't making her own clothes she is mixing and matching outfits that shouldn't be together. She enjoys mixing stripes and spots, or plaid and leopard print. Anything that will look zany mixed together works for her. She usually wears her hair up, tied with a ribbon. Sometiems she braids it or puts it in pigtails. Only those who are invited into her personal life know what she looks like with her hair down.
Crystal is never seen without a bright red backpack, a black choaker necklace, and her always changing hat. She also tends to wear sweaters tied around her waiste, even in the hottest of weathers. She likes to wear boots of any sort, although she favors army boots. Her undergarments are always brightly colored. She also prefers boxers to traditional girls underwear. Ocationally she dresses fancy for her performances or for parties.
o t h e r s t u f f
Likes:
- Canines
- Art
- Music
- Friends
- Old things
- Different ethnicities
Dislikes:
- Rudeness
- Close confines
- Large crowds (being around her, she likes them when they're watching her)
- Cities
- Sugary things
Ambition(s): Fall in love, start a family, become famous, Solving at least one of the worlds problems.
Fear(s): Enclosed spaces, needles, arachnids, hospitals, clowns, blood, Being alone, and Aliens (all phobias). She is also afraid of the dark, of being disliked, and of making a fool of herself.
Flaws: She's rather naive, she is very phobic of things, and she is a klutz.
p e r s o n a l i t y
Crystal is a spazy girl who is naive enough to pass as an idiot when she plays it up. She is almost never out of energy and often needs to be reminded to go to sleep at all. She often runs in circles, physically, mentally, metaphoriaclly and litterally. She tends to speak in third person and likes to confuse others. She also likes to brag about what she has done.
She is happy-go-lucky most of the time, but tends to fall into minor depressions. When she is depressed she tends to be rather volatile. She dotes on her pets and makes sure that, while they are with her, her friends have nothing but the best. She is hormonal, like most teenagers, but she already knows that she enjoys pain with her 'loving'. She spends most of her time being frivilous and flirting when she isn't working.
h i s t o r y
Crystal was born as far to the north as people lived, and she speant the first 8 years of her life there as well. Thriving in the cold, snow, and winter she lived quiet happily before her family moved south. Now they live here, with her constantly grumbling about the heat and crowds and lack of natural life, and the fact that she now has to pay some attention to a more powerful wolf. She learned to play a guitar and sing while living in the north, and expanded those talents when they moved south. She also began her love for art with more supplies and inspiration around her.
She began to enjoy rain and dancing in it when she was 11. This was accompanied by a teacher getting her very interested in poems and the idea of rythem and rhyme scheams. She began to write poems of her own, and then a friend of hers noticed just how good those poems would do as songs. Thus her musical carreer began when she was 13, almost 14 years old.
Doing musical things for nearly 5 years she has developed a flair for giving the people just what they want. She loves to tease and she gives unspoken promises that will never be fullfilled. She has never gone for long without at least 3 pets, and she always has at least on of her many pets around. She resuced a bat and kept it as a pet when she was 17, the same year she realized that she was bi.
She continues to live with her parents, although they tend to turn a blind eye to anything she does that is outlandish. She runs around with her 'pack' being her band. Comprised of 2 other werewolves, a human who is painfully ignorant of the danger posed by their friends, and a lone vampire they all get along quiet well. Her werewolf blood is from her father, rather than her mother. She thrives in chaos and disorder, and enjoys the looks on peoples faces when they meet Gormegon, the bat that she rescued.
Other: She has 2 dogs (Calcifur and Lucifer (Alsatians), a cat (A black cat that is very friendly and very voacl), several rabbits (5 lionheads, 2 lops, a netherland dwarf and a Giant), a snake (a 20 foot albino anaconda), a bat (wild, undetermined species) and a blue, green and gold beta fish (that lives in a bag in her backpack).
R P p r e v i e w
Mythos' giant paws thudded against the ground as he strode along. He lifted his head, pricking the stumps of what had been his ears to the new moon. He lifted his head to sing, his breath misty in the cold night air. He was letting other wolves that an alpha had come to the land and they had best either join or leave. He loward his head, his molten eyes stared around before he resumed his swinging trot.
His long legs thudded the ground, carrying him easily. He found good places for boarders and marked them, telling all creatures that he was lord here. He paused to sniff at a birds carcass before marking another tree within the northern woods with his musky scent. His long legs carried him through the fringes of the pretty forest easily and as he left them to the west. He paused to admire the beauty of the giant falls before finding a way to their top and marking a line right over them, enough paw-steps back that there was room to play at the top.
He roved over hills to the south. He marked tufts of grass and boulders, and left the solitary oak that stood so proudly alone. Something told him it was special. Finishing the south he turned east and sniffed around the mouth of a cave. It drew his interests but he did not enter. He would explore it another time. Instead he made a wide sweap around it, marking rocks, trees, bushes and plant tufts to ward off intruders.
Done with marking he headed for the center of his realm once more. There were dens dug into the earth here, closer to the south than truely centered. He investigated each of the dens before choosing one of the best. It was roomy enough for two wolves, but easy to defend and it had a back way that only a rabbit could have gotten into easily. A wolf of his size and strength could force it open from the inside however, making it a perfect addition. He left his den, scraping his claws at it's earthy entrance to mark it before howling once again to tell all wolves they were welcome to join him.
(From a wolf site I'm on)
Do you play any other characters here? If yes then who? Nope
