Post by Tasha Raye Dare on Jan 30, 2013 0:09:28 GMT -5
TASHA RAYE DARE
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" confession is always weakness. the grave soul keeps it's secrets and takes it's punishment in silence. "
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CAN'T LEAVE A THING TO YOUR IMAGINATION[/font][/center]
AGE: Twenty-One
GENDER: Female
SEXUALITY Straight
BIRTHDAY: June 6
CLASS: Rouge
TITLE/RANK: --
OCCUPATION: None, but searching.
ALIGNMENT: Neutral
SPECIES: Were-Panther
MAGICAL POWERS:
Along with her cat reflexes, she generally heals faster than most humans and ages slower. She is not immortal however, and can be killed.
She is also an empath. This comes with it's own issues as other peoples strong emotions can affect hers.
CANON/OC: Orginal- n/a
TV SERIES: She's an Original so n/a
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but oh, you seem so serious
[/color] I SHOULD ENJOY THE SWEET INTERROGATION[/font][/center]
HAIR: Black
WEIGHT: 140
HEIGHT: 5"8
PLAY-BY: Paget Brewster
GENERAL:
Tasha is a lithe tall woman. Her black hair comes down to her waist, and contrasts with her pale skin. She has an athletic and muscular build. Her legs are long, and thinly built so that she phases easier. In her human form you can clearly see how muscularly defined she is. Her face is narrow, and finely sculpted. She has bright green eyes, and dark defined eyelashes that draw attention to them in an almost exaggerated manner.
In her panther form she is an average sized panther with the same regarding green eyes that contrast to her glossy black pelt. She has a thick build, with broad shoulders and hips.
A defining feature visible in both forms is a a scar on her right shoulder. It's white and visible through her fur if you part it or catch it at the right angle. It's from a fight early on her life, and she'll carry it to her death.
ATTIRE:She normally wears jeans and a tight fitting t-shirts. Most of these are black, but she does have other colors that she wears for special occasions. In the winter and on cool days she has a jacket that she's had for year, with pockets on the inside to easily conceal her knives and gun. It's black leather and from a previous lover. She wears knee-high boots, black in color. The only special thing she wears is a crescent moon necklace which she tightens as a choker. [/SIZE]
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i should not be telling you
[/color] I'M FLATTERED BY YOUR INTEREST[/font][/center]
DISLIKES: People, Water, Bugs, Loud noises, and Dogs.
STRENGTHS: Compassion and Strong-will
WEAKNESSES: Willingness to trust and her unyielding loyalty
QUIRKS/HABITS: She chews her nails when she's nervous
FEARS: She is terrified of water.
GOALS: To survive, day to day.
PERSONALITY
When you first meet Tasha, most people are intimidated by her serious and solemn demeanor. She isn't the first to talk normally and tends to hang out on the fringe of large groups. She's quiet even when she talks her voice is soft and wispy. She's mysterious and doesn't give a lot of information with anything. She is known for being very vague. Once you crack her shell you realize that underneath her tough demeanor she really is quite kind and compassionate. She hates to see people in pain, as she feels it vividly.
When you make her angry she is a force to be reckoned with. She withstand severe amounts of torture whether they are physical or mental, but she doesn't do very well with water and torture that plays to that fear. Her weaknesses go along with her strengths. She looks for the good in people and trusts most people easily though she is very guarded with her information. She's been hurt and walked out on and is terrified to have that happen again. [/SIZE]
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you start to hypnotize me
[/color] WHY SHOULD I TRUST YOU[/font][/center]
FATHER: Galen Dare
SIBLINGS: None
OTHER: Rex Fornezo- Past Lover
FAMILIAR/PET: Raven that she calls Calypso.
PLACE OF BIRTH: A town called Grewn.
CURRENT RESIDENCE: Forest in Aledon.
WEAPONRY: She is well trained with her throwing knives and is a good shot with her stolen military issued glock.
HISTORY:
Twenty one years ago, during a horrendous storm Tasha was born to her single mother. Her father had left her mother early in her pregnancy to conceal his secret, his true form. When she was born in between phases her mother panicked and fled to Grewn. There she lived on the outskirts, lived on the fringe and barely got by until Tasha was around 6. Then she could control her form shifting easier and was sent to school.
Tasha spent her years of school a student by day but a panther by night. She prowled the forests around Grewn and that was how she met Rex. Rex was a witch, and she met with him regularly and learned more about the supernatural world. When she was eighteen and just after she graduated high school, he disappeared.
She lived in despair for the next year, bouncing from town to town searching for him. She had grown dependent on Rex, not just for his love but also for his knowledge. She never found him, and spent the next two and a half years searching. One night a large storm brewed, and she ran blindly as a panther. She woke up a few days later as a human in a tree, in Aledon.
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who am i talking to
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AGE: 19
EXPERIENCE: Well I've been role-playing animals for like 11 years, but I have minimal experince with humans. Classify that as you wish
CONTACT:
Mobile- 731-676-9265
Email: hinson.farms@yahoo.com
Skype: roamer_does_it_badass
Facebook: www.facebook.com/shinsonroamer
MEMBER TITLE: "The Lurker"
ANSWER: oliver kandett
EXAMPLE:
Running was easier as a panther, as anyone could guess. She ran a lot, racing through the forest feeling her muscles ripple under her supple black fur. She felt less emotions as a panther and spent a good bit of the last couple of years as one. She felt powerful and intuned with earth. Occasionally on her journey, she had shifted to human form and spent time in a town, just being a normal person.
When she shifted it was always in the same clothes, plain jeans and a black t-shirt or long sleeve t-shirt depending on the weather.
Now though, she was running on two legs away from the town that she had been staying in. Someone had reconginzed her, remmebered her from her past, a past that she tried desperately to forget. It wasn't long until she made it to the forest, and lept forward shifting in mid-air.
From that phase, she ran pushing her lungs and muscles to thier limit. Oxygen intake and escape were the only important things, and then the thunder clapped ahead. Fear pushed her father, pushed her harder as she ran. She knew she couldn't out-run this storm, and the wind was already viciously whipping through the trees but she had to try. She couldn't make herself stop, she just couldn't.
The sky grew dark with the brewing storm, and even with her cat eyes she had a hard time seeing. She used her other senses to guide her, dodging trees until she came to a large oak tree. She lept up into it, and laid on one of the wide branches her chest heaving as the storm crackled overhead. She closed her eyes, quivering with cold and fear and passed out, blackness over-taking her.
