Post by Seriphina Pensri on May 3, 2010 22:48:07 GMT -8
Species:Werewolf
g e n e r a l
Full Name: Seriphina Tsura Pensri
Nickname(s): Seriph
Gender: Female
Age: 22
Occupation: Nomad, fashion designer
Sexuality: Straight
Marital Status: Single
a p p e a r a n c e
Without make up and hair:
s t y l e
Seriph is a goth (deathrocker in particular.) Most of the time she has her hair in a death hawk (fluffy 80’s Mohawk, the sides of her head are either shaven or dyed) normally black but she dyes her hair often. She normally would wear a ripped fishnet shirt with a band shirt over the top of it, ripped black jeans, and boots of some sort, pointed or platforms. On occasion she’ll wear skirts with tights (ripped), but not often, she moves around too much.
Seriph will relax at home or her hotel room; she’ll take all her make up off, wash her hair and get into comfy clothing, still mostly in black though.
o t h e r s t u f f
Likes:
Dislikes:
Ambition(s): To just find a place where she could stay, a home I guess.
Fear(s): Being helpless, appearing weak
Flaws: Bad temper, can come off as cold.(2 or more, no one is perfect!)
p e r s o n a l i t y
Seriphina has a very hard shell. She’s not easy to talk to and normally she doesn’t like being around people. She’s very calm and polite most of the time, but doesn’t have very much patience. Seriph cannot stand being told what to do or being told what’s right. She’s very independent and is used to being alone (see history.) Seriphina doesn’t really liked to be stared at but she knows it can’t really be helped, she chose to look the way she does.
h i s t o r y
Seriphina is an exile from her own werewolf clan. She was once the daughter of the clan leader but was very unhappy with her position. She didn’t care about being the heir to the clan or who she was to marry; she felt empty and completely numb.
She was often teased for her feelings, said that she’d understand her place in that clan soon. The clan was located in rural Maine. The clan was pretty isolated for the most part but was connected to the outside world via a small town nearby the small hamlet where they were situated. The Pensri clan members were very fair (pale and blond), tall, and thin (almost gaunt) and it was a clan rule that they dress in white or very light colors, representing the moon, their goddess. To break this rule would mean heresy an exertion from the clan.
The day Seriph heard the first note of Gothic Rock music was the day she woke up and fell in love. She was sixteen at the time and over taken with curiosity and explored the world of the Gothic Subculture through the laptop her father had bought her for her birthday. She researched the music, the look, and the history and decided one day she would leave the clan and become a goth.
The day after she turned eighteen, Seriphina became brave enough to sneak out of her house and hamlet, to go see a show in the nearest city. She had ordered clothes and make up from an online store and set them in the woods the previous day where no one would find them. When Seriphina was fully clothed in her new wardrobe, she felt something she never felt before: alive. Unfortunately, she had no idea that she had been followed out of revenge by a boy she had turned down for marriage. He followed Seriph all the way to the show and ran back to the village to wake everyone up and tell what he had seen, while Seriphina had the night of her life.
Upon her return, she found her father waiting for her in the front hall of the house. She tried to explain, but of course, her father wouldn’t listen. In the morning, Seriphina left the village, never to return.
Other: Seriph has several piercings
R P p r e v i e w
It was cold, very cold. It was days like this when Seriphina was happy to have a warm coat and to be wearing pants. She had just stepped off a greyhound bus coming from Ontario and was walking from the station towards Dawson, suitcase in hand. The Bus driver had said that Dawson was a pretty nice little town, old with several nice hotels. Seriph wiggled her nose her nostrils filled with the cool fall air as she stepped into the town square; however, the smell struck her funny. It was a mix of vampire and werewolf. How odd, she thought.
Pursing her lips, Seriphina looked around in hopes of finding a hotel sign of some sort. “Um, excuse me?” She reached out to a passerby. “Could you tell me where the nearest hotel is?” The stranger merely looked at her with an expression of shock and fear and walked away very quickly. What did I do? She thought to herself, tilting her head to the side. Oh…that’s right. She completely forgot that she had put her hair into her death hawk. Frankly, she was surprised it was still standing. She sighed and continued deeper into town and asked another person-same reaction as the first.
Seriph gave a low growl of frustration until she heard a voice from behind, “Excuse me, miss, but are you looking for a hotel?” Turning around very slowly, hoping not to scare this person too. There she found a young man in front of her, about her age. She smiled sincerely and replied “Yes. Is there one nearby?” The man nodded and pointed down the street. “There’s one just around the corner of Main Street and Williams Ave.” “Oh, good. I thought I was going to be walking in these forever, I really should rethink my footwear.” Seriphina said, motioning to her platform boots, making the stranger laugh, before taking off around the corner. “Thank you very much sir!” Sure enough, there it was, the Old Dawson Hotel. A small smile leapt to Seriph’s lips as she looked up at the building before slipping inside the building, getting a room, heading upstairs, and going to sleep.
Do you play any other characters here? If yes then who?
Ophelia Van Koehn
g e n e r a l
Full Name: Seriphina Tsura Pensri
Nickname(s): Seriph
Gender: Female
Age: 22
Occupation: Nomad, fashion designer
Sexuality: Straight
Marital Status: Single
a p p e a r a n c e
Without make up and hair:
s t y l e
Seriph is a goth (deathrocker in particular.) Most of the time she has her hair in a death hawk (fluffy 80’s Mohawk, the sides of her head are either shaven or dyed) normally black but she dyes her hair often. She normally would wear a ripped fishnet shirt with a band shirt over the top of it, ripped black jeans, and boots of some sort, pointed or platforms. On occasion she’ll wear skirts with tights (ripped), but not often, she moves around too much.
Seriph will relax at home or her hotel room; she’ll take all her make up off, wash her hair and get into comfy clothing, still mostly in black though.
o t h e r s t u f f
Likes:
- Deathrock (heavier form of gothic rock: ex. Alien Sex Fiend)
- Being eccentric in clothing
- Walking in the woods
- Being alone
- Talking to intelligent people
Dislikes:
- Annoying people
- Babybats and mallgoths
- Whiners
- Being cold
- Over dramatic people
Ambition(s): To just find a place where she could stay, a home I guess.
Fear(s): Being helpless, appearing weak
Flaws: Bad temper, can come off as cold.(2 or more, no one is perfect!)
p e r s o n a l i t y
Seriphina has a very hard shell. She’s not easy to talk to and normally she doesn’t like being around people. She’s very calm and polite most of the time, but doesn’t have very much patience. Seriph cannot stand being told what to do or being told what’s right. She’s very independent and is used to being alone (see history.) Seriphina doesn’t really liked to be stared at but she knows it can’t really be helped, she chose to look the way she does.
h i s t o r y
Seriphina is an exile from her own werewolf clan. She was once the daughter of the clan leader but was very unhappy with her position. She didn’t care about being the heir to the clan or who she was to marry; she felt empty and completely numb.
She was often teased for her feelings, said that she’d understand her place in that clan soon. The clan was located in rural Maine. The clan was pretty isolated for the most part but was connected to the outside world via a small town nearby the small hamlet where they were situated. The Pensri clan members were very fair (pale and blond), tall, and thin (almost gaunt) and it was a clan rule that they dress in white or very light colors, representing the moon, their goddess. To break this rule would mean heresy an exertion from the clan.
The day Seriph heard the first note of Gothic Rock music was the day she woke up and fell in love. She was sixteen at the time and over taken with curiosity and explored the world of the Gothic Subculture through the laptop her father had bought her for her birthday. She researched the music, the look, and the history and decided one day she would leave the clan and become a goth.
The day after she turned eighteen, Seriphina became brave enough to sneak out of her house and hamlet, to go see a show in the nearest city. She had ordered clothes and make up from an online store and set them in the woods the previous day where no one would find them. When Seriphina was fully clothed in her new wardrobe, she felt something she never felt before: alive. Unfortunately, she had no idea that she had been followed out of revenge by a boy she had turned down for marriage. He followed Seriph all the way to the show and ran back to the village to wake everyone up and tell what he had seen, while Seriphina had the night of her life.
Upon her return, she found her father waiting for her in the front hall of the house. She tried to explain, but of course, her father wouldn’t listen. In the morning, Seriphina left the village, never to return.
Other: Seriph has several piercings
R P p r e v i e w
It was cold, very cold. It was days like this when Seriphina was happy to have a warm coat and to be wearing pants. She had just stepped off a greyhound bus coming from Ontario and was walking from the station towards Dawson, suitcase in hand. The Bus driver had said that Dawson was a pretty nice little town, old with several nice hotels. Seriph wiggled her nose her nostrils filled with the cool fall air as she stepped into the town square; however, the smell struck her funny. It was a mix of vampire and werewolf. How odd, she thought.
Pursing her lips, Seriphina looked around in hopes of finding a hotel sign of some sort. “Um, excuse me?” She reached out to a passerby. “Could you tell me where the nearest hotel is?” The stranger merely looked at her with an expression of shock and fear and walked away very quickly. What did I do? She thought to herself, tilting her head to the side. Oh…that’s right. She completely forgot that she had put her hair into her death hawk. Frankly, she was surprised it was still standing. She sighed and continued deeper into town and asked another person-same reaction as the first.
Seriph gave a low growl of frustration until she heard a voice from behind, “Excuse me, miss, but are you looking for a hotel?” Turning around very slowly, hoping not to scare this person too. There she found a young man in front of her, about her age. She smiled sincerely and replied “Yes. Is there one nearby?” The man nodded and pointed down the street. “There’s one just around the corner of Main Street and Williams Ave.” “Oh, good. I thought I was going to be walking in these forever, I really should rethink my footwear.” Seriphina said, motioning to her platform boots, making the stranger laugh, before taking off around the corner. “Thank you very much sir!” Sure enough, there it was, the Old Dawson Hotel. A small smile leapt to Seriph’s lips as she looked up at the building before slipping inside the building, getting a room, heading upstairs, and going to sleep.
Do you play any other characters here? If yes then who?
Ophelia Van Koehn