Post by selene on Jul 13, 2011 2:07:13 GMT 1
Playby: Shannyn Sossamon
Name: Selene Arken
Age: 52/Mid to Late Twenties
Sex: Female
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Species: Werewolf
Physical Description: Selene stands about 5'4" and appears to be rather slender, though it can be deceiving since she does have a wirey muscle structure to her frame. Her hair is a rich, dark brown and kept at a fashionably short and spikey style. Her eyes are a similar brown to her hair and skin the color of a very heavily creamed coffee. A definite Mediterennean look to her.
She tends to keep comfortable with her clothing, though she's not incapable of busting out her little black dress and turning heads.
Attitude: Scrappy. It's the first word that's come to anyone's mind when it comes to Selene. She is small in stature and has made up for it most of her life with attitude and sometimes an aggressive demeanor. She's quick to fight for herself or those she calls her friends.
Beneath the layer of attitude and snarky comments, Selene is a protective and fierce individual. Capable of gentleness and patience when it comes to those few that manage to establish themselves as within her exclusive circle of friends. If someone finds themselves within that circle, they will be able to count on Selene for anything; even the most dangerous of missions she will gladly take on. Willing to put her own life on the line if it is required.
Abilities:
All of the Strengths and Weaknesses of Werewolves.
Selene is smaller than most werewolves in human, wolf and hybrid form. She's not nearly as strong as your average werewolf, but she is faster than normal (Not as fast as a vampire) and is an exceptional tracker.
History: Selene was born October 5th, 1992. The first 12 years of her life in sunny California were fairly typical. Her parents were divorced but she spent her weekends with her father. Her mother doted on her and she was studious in school and avid in sports.
That all changed once everything went to hell. A girl suddenly thrown into the equivilant of the Apocalypse, her mother having contracted a mutation so severe that it ended up killing her. Leaving Selene all alone.
Not only did Selene survive, but she was beginning to thrive. Ten years in the wastes and she avoided zombies, rabies and mutants. She learned how to hide and stay quiet, she was quick as a rabbit and it served her well. However, she had been spotted by a pair of mutants and was running for her life when she turned a corner and ran smack dab into an older man. The man pushed her aside and...transformed.
The werewolf fought and killed the two mutants, but in the scuffle...Selene was bitten. The old man lamented and took the young woman in and back to his pack. She was now one of them. His name was Stephen and his pack welcomed her almost immediately. Selene was suddenly surrounded by family and she quickly came to love them. She forgave the Stephen and admitted to loving what she'd become.
The years that passed were happy ones for Selene. Under the proverbial wing of the pack and taught the secrets of tracking as human and wolf. Her speed made her point for when they were hunting for food. Until one of the pack contracted the rabies virus and went berserk. Many died and Selene was urged by Stephen to run as he would hold his old friend back to buy her time to escape. Tears streaking her cheeks as she ran as hard and fast as she could. The loss of her family, again, almost killed her.
Instinct to live was the only reason she didn't and she found herself on the outskirts of New Vegas. The loss was still fresh in her heart as she wandered through the streets. No real purpose in mind, almost a zombie herself.
It didn't last long, Selene was a woman full of life and love for living. However, she was never meant to be on her own. She'd lived too long with the pack to try to go lone wolf and she began using her tracking to find others.
Rule Code Word: Nuke
Species Code Word: Furry
Rp Sample:
She'd been tracking all week and every sniff of wolf lead to a dead end. Whoever's scent she was following knew how to lead false trails and doubling back and dead ending every one of them. Now collapsing into the bar stool and waving a hand to signal she wanted a beer. Sweet, life giving beer...it was almost as good as coffee.
Taking a long drink from the bottle as she looks around. The smell in these places was always bad, at least to her. Snorting once as she took out a small, dirty bag from her pocket and letting her fingers trace over the pictures found within. Mostly burnt, dirty and creased.
Another drink of the beer and she emptied it in two. Suddenly slammed into by a fight breaking out behind her and she snarled a warning as she pushed the large fellow back. Drunk humans...there was little worse. Save a vampire. Speaking of, the fight continued and was drawing attention so she paid and quickly made her exit out of the bar. Best to stay under the blood sucker's radar, after all.
A huff as she was out in the fresh out and she paused. The scent she'd been tracking was fresh and potent. Somehow she stopped being the one tracking and was now the one being tracked. Eyes narrowing just a touch at the shift in nature of the hunt.
A few extra sniffs and she tucked her hands into her pockets and headed towards the alley where the scent lead to.
