Post by echo on Oct 24, 2009 2:09:49 GMT -7
Out Of Character
What would you liked to be called?: Casper!
Are you over the age of 13?: Si.
Have you read and understood all the rules?: Si.
In Character
Name: Echo
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Species: Shifter
Special Power: Nada.
Father: Kaene
Mother: Arroyo
Sibling/s: Casper
Partner: None.
Appearance: Her shoulder-length chocolate, brown locks can be usually found hanging in curls around her shoulders. The strands cascade down to a little past her mid-back. It is wild, and wavy, just the way she likes it.. In her hair she likes to braid feathers. Her eyes are a piercing, eerily green, and she likes to sometimes put eyeliner around her eyes to enhance their blue. Her lips are a rosy color, and plump but not overly pouty. Her nose is cute, and button-like. Cheek bones are defined, and it seems that her she does very little in the way of smiling.. Her neck is slender, and unmarred my markings.
Her shoulders are average, her body frame petite, but athletically muscled. She usually can be found wearing either nothing, or very little in the way of clothing. In regards to her shapely form, she is defined by luscious curves in the right places, and her waist is slender. Her stomach is flat, if not muscled from all the running around she does. Her legs are muscled and slender from running around as much as she does..
Animal Form and Appearance: Black Wolf
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Personality:
"When you ask to describe my personality, you are asking something that is nearly impossible. Actually, it is impossible to describe myself. There is nothing that I could say that could describe the power and absolute strength I possess with my ‘personality’. So I guess that I will have to say what others have been saying about me behind my back. Of course, some of what they say may not be true, but there are some things I guess I just could not disagree with. Some of the things I overhear about myself that are said over and over again is that I am: selfish, insensitive, manipulative, quiet, and very analytical."
"Even though most people would be offended, I don’t think being selfish is really a bad thing. After all, everybody is selfish. Everybody just lives for themselves, I just don’t try to act like I am saintly and I am selfless. I know I live for myself, and that is how it always will be. I have come to accept myself as who I am, and I guess that makes me fairly happier than all those assholes out in the world who think they would feel better if they pretended to care about the sick children in Africa or half the starving people in the world. I know that whatever I do is always going to be about me. I don’t find anything wrong with that, though people just seem to take that as a bad personality trait. I just couldn’t disagree with them more about that."
"I guess another thing that people would be offended by is the fact that I am also insensitive to someone else's needs. I guess this goes hand in hand with by lack of interest them and my… well, selfishness. I don’t really care about other people, and I am numb to any emotions that would cause me to pity those of immortality and mortality. If a hooker dies by the hands of another, I don’t really care. This may be my upbringing speaking, but the world won't stop continuing to spin because of non-important life missing. I suppose you could guess that I don’t feel pity for hookers that go missing, nor did I let out a tear when old Yeller died. I just find these things trivial and a waste of my time, I have things to do… chaos to create."
"I am strong minded and very stubborn as well. This is a personality trait that I have learned from merely living my life. I was born with a problem, my distinct lack of parents, and it hasn't made life easier. My disability has made me a survivor in a way, and it has also developed my strong will. Once I set my mind on something, it happens under any circumstances. No matter what."
"Manipulation is my specialty. My job, which isn’t really a job but more of a calling card, is making those around me hoard and engulf themselves into something much more than what they could handle. It’s absolutely easy to do so. Everybody knows how to manipulate somebody, but I can call myself an expert in this area. Just acting one way, knowing exactly what to do or say to make another fall into the trap. It’s bliss. I basically exist for what I do. Weak-minded people especially fall under my little games. Just controlling them, it gives me a superiority complex, but I absolutely adore it. It’s amazing."
"Believe it or not, some has called me quiet before. I guess this is true, I am not as loud and obnoxious as some of my peers are. In a way, I am not always in another person’s face like some of them are. I believe myself to be one of those girls that play their game from the sidelines. I sit back and watch others instead of battling on the front lines. Being described as the evil puppet master who pulls the strings of her marionettes from behind the scene just makes me laugh, because in a way it is absolutely true. I don’t get my hands dirty, but that doesn’t mean that my hands aren't scarred. I am just as tricky as the rest of them; I am just not so vocal about all of it. I just know how to keep my accomplishments to myself and not rub them in everybody else’s face."
"I guess my next and final major personality trait can tie into me being quiet. I have quite the ability to sit down and actually plot things out. It’s actually almost like stress relief, aside from constantly tormenting others of course. I am definitely the type of girl that likes to have a plan, I just can not stand running head first into anything without some sort of safety net. I guess I am not impulsive as others would think us 'generation Y's' to be. Besides, nothing could ever give me a greater pleasure of sitting down and mapping out every possible way to torment young souls. I guess this would be the main summary of my personality, though I am sure I am much more complex than what I let on as. To be perfectly honest, you’ll just have to meet me to get the full affect of moi."
Strengths: Cunning, Patience, Calm, Manipulation, Strong-willed.
Weaknesses: Selfish, Uncaring, full of herself, quiet, distrusting.
Mental Health: Stable, mostly.
Likes: Playing "games" with people, Manipulation, Planning, Art, Muay thai, kick-boxing
Dislikes: Girls, Tree-huggers, Peace core nerds, whiny people, Fakes.
Past: While her brother was off being turned into "daddy's little monster", Echo was already of on recon missions, and coming back with blood on her fur.
She was born to an Arctic Wolf mother, and a Grey Wolf Father. When her brother was born, and her shifter form emerged at three, her parents were not happy with her coloring, but thrilled with "Casper's". He had taken on their mother's coat color, and breed. They were happy for a while, but in the night some time after her brother's birth, their mother was taken in her sleep. This threw their father into a rage, and he was sure that it was the Night Crawler's doing. He believed that they wanted her to be tested on, though most of his ramblings were sure to be proof of insanity, no one believed him, so he sought to take action into his own hands.
While Casper was to young at the time to really be much help, but Echo was three, and had been trained since birth. Something that Casper would soon be thrown into. Echo had known her parents, erm, their parents for nearly three years longer then Casper, so she was there to see the change. With their mother gone, her training intensified, and she was never allowed to meet her brother, and if so, only in passing. He was never to know that he had a sister. Echo had been the one to find their mother first, and eventually leaked the information to Casper over the months. She had told her father where they kept her, but he never listened. They could have saved their mother, but her father was to overwhelmed with his insanity, that he only had eyes for his son.
In her life, she had been called many things, a demon, a daughter, a beloved one, a spy.. Casper had never listened to anyone apart from his father after his mother dear passed. Thus any words that anyone told him were not true unless they came from their father's mouth. How Echo had wanted to rip his jaw off for how he had treated her. She had to watch her mother's beautiful baby boy beaten, and broken for her father to mold into "the perfect monster." She watched as he was put through the same torture that had been inflicted upon her. He was beaten and torn, and as a child he was held beneath freezing waters to make his body immune to cold climates. Left in fires to scorch his fur and make him cry. She watched as he was turned into perfect soldier with no heart or conscience. That was what father had wanted.
The cold didn't bother her, sensitivity to the elements had also faded with the essence of pain that no longer existed in her world. Her paws that bore cuts and scars from travel should have stung and pained the unconcerned female, but not a flinch was spotted nor a glimmer of pain entered her scathing green eyes. He was a creature of hell itself, unable to feel pain or discomfort, and Echo was the dark angel that cuddled him when no one was around, her fur caked in the blood of the people her father sent her to kill. She would watch him come home broken after he had visited their mother.. If only their father had heeded her call, maybe then Casper wouldn't have ended up so callous.
She had mourned the loss of her mother for nearly a year before Casper knew of where she resided. While Casper believed their father passed away in his sleep, Echo knew better. It had been her that had entered his room that night, and while he slept she had bit down on her father's nose, and suffocated him silently. She stayed with the pack a while before pursuing her brother. He had to know the truth.
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