Post by Natasha River on Dec 9, 2012 6:53:08 GMT 1
Playby: Kristen Leanne
Name: Natasha “Tasha” River (Doamnei)
Age: 300/30
Sex: Female
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Species: Lycan
Physical Description:
Tasha sports long feathery white hair and it is often left uncombed and tumbling around her shoulders. Her face is sweet with large eyes rimmed by thick, curling lashes. The one on her left is crystaline blue, the other is brown. Her skin is the colour of cream with the slightest hint of rosiness to its hue and an assortment of tattoos all over her body. (for a closer, potentially NSFW view click here:tinyurl.com/a93dbxf)
Tasha’s limbs are long and lean. Her hands have dexterous looking fingers and her nails are usually in a state of disarray. Depending on when her last show or fistfight was, she may have burns and scratches along her hands and arms. Tasha dresses practically- jeans and tank tops, hoodies, sweaters- but always wears clothes that fit her figure well. She prefers practical fabrics that are fire, wear, and weather resistant. She has a natural beauty and that is always left to shine through. The only makeup Tasha wears on a regular basis is eye liner, mascara, and lip gloss- though she will put on more for performances.
In here transformed state Lydia is a ghostly looking beast with the same thick white hair and sky blue eyes as her human self. This leaves her easier to find in the dark, but because she looks so hauntingly vicious in her werewolf form it is a curious thought as to why anyone would want to. She is smaller than most werewolves, and leaner with small paws.
Attitude:
Tasha is as joyous a woman as she is fierce. She has a strong sense of family and commitment- but only to those in her innermost circle of trust. It is not a place one can reach easily. She delights in spending time with her loved ones; especially dancing and playing music. Tasha wears her heart on her sleeve, for better or worse of it and has a tendancy to be blunt.
She has a healthy view on life and learns to adapt to situations as they arise around her. Complaining, after all, achieves nothing. Except perhaps a smack from Tasha. She doesn’t tolerate people who can’t pull their own weight and has no problem with telling you to your face that you fail to meet expectations. Tasha will fight with a feral ferocity to protect those she loves.
Abilities:
Abilities in Human Form
-Heightened senses.
-Double the strength and speed of an average man.
-Rapid healing rate; 100 times that of a human.
Additional Human Form Skills
- Talented musician (bass, violin, cello)
- Trained as an acrobat and fire performer
- Practiced pick pocket
- “Jill of All Trades” can fix about anything after fiddling with it long enough
Abilities in Lycan Form
-Have the average strength and speed of 6 men.
-Extremely rapid healing rate.
-Heightened senses.
-Able to sense fellow Lycans.
-Extremely heightened sense of smell.
Additional Lycan Form Skills
- Extreme endurance. Lydia has traveled countless miles in her many years.
- Lydia is a bit of a Blood Hound. If she smells something that peaks her interest she may track it for great distances with increasing hunger the more interesting the chase.
Weaknesses:
Standard Lycan Weaknesses:
Vampire blood will weaken Tasha greatly, as will silver. She is subject to the moon's call. Older Lycans are able to control their shifts during the full moon, but Tasha tends to be ‘temperamental’ around this time of the month and thus it is hard to say exactly how much control she has over her transformation. This is in addition to her already heightened emotions. Lycans, regardless of age, find it difficult to control their emotions, especially anger and lust. Tasha can at any time have an abundance of both
The zombie virus will Lycans in a permanent feral and rabid state with an insatiable hunger for human flesh. They will also attack and feed on other Lycans. Such is true for Tasha.
Petite
Compared to others of her kind, Tasha is a bit small. She is leaner, her paws smaller. While any werewolf is nothing to shrug at, it can make tussles with her own kind challenging. This leaves her ability to defend herself on her ability to strike quickly and intelligently.
Claustrophobic
Tasha cannot stand small spaces. Depending on severity of situation Tasha may experience a reaction ranging from irritation to panic attacks. She will sometimes respond to such situations violently.
Item Fixation
Tasha has a pocket watch necklace that is irreplaceable. She is rarely seen without it. Should this item be missing, she will drop nearly anything to find it.
History:
The history of Natasha Doamnei, or Tasha River is a complicated one. This is not simply because it is a long tale, but because even she is uncertain of the truth in all of its details. Raised within a family of Romanian performers, Tasha was taught very early on that a good story is far better than a true one.
Tasha’s father and brothers had thick gypsy blood. Her mother, who had been more Scandinavian, passed away before Tasha was five. It was through that fair lady that Tasha inherited her Lycan ancestory and her status as a Pup. The only and youngest sister of five brothers (Nicu, Marku, Stefan, Tobar, and Besnik), the family was an artisan performance troupe that traveled with the seasons. Tasha’s childhood was filled with countless roads and destinations. It was a small show that got its beginnings in Romania, the cast and crew no more than twenty people. Of them a handful were also lycans (including Nicu, Tobar, and Besnik), and most of the others were kin to them.
With every year that passed Tasha was closer to her pack than the one before. Their traditions became deeply rooted into Tasha’s heart. The show changed in its time to accommodate a more modern audience, but the focus was always the same. It was about working together. Every step of their life was tied to teamwork. After all, it takes more than one pair of hands to raise the big top. Tasha learned early how to make herself useful. In her years of performing travel, Tasha’s repertoire has extended to include acrobatics, fire performances, dancing, and music.
It was during a tour of America that everything went to hell. Their numbers shrank in loss and tragedy. Those that remained drew in closer to each other in necessity and fear. The world around them had always been separate from them, however now it was vicious. By the year 2050 Tasha was all that was left of Circus Doamnei. Still traveling, Tasha is looking for life again. She had never known time to herself, and in a way it is exciting for her. At the same time, however, her deepest longing is for her family. If she has any kin left she has yet to find them.
Rule Code Word: Captain Jack Harkness, STOP IT!, What? Can't I say hi to anyone?'.
Species Code Word: Mookin
Clarification Code Word: Firefly
Citizens Laws and Vampire Laws Code Words: attack innocent humans.
Rp Sample:
“Hey, good show!” the club’s manager was still beaming. Though it hadn’t been a sold out show, but the bar had done well and there had been a lot of positive feedback for tonight’s performance. As with any show he’d had his doubts- especially when they called to verify that they would be able to use fire on the stage without incident.
Tasha smiled and bent the tab to her soda can, listening to it hiss and pop with a small, silent joy. “Thanks Harold. It was a good crowd.” Her voice had a soothing quality to it, her accent primarily Romanian but long since muddled with the many tongues it conforms to. She chuckled a little bit. “Well, maybe not that one guy in the back. Did he ever settle down?” A slender brow arched over her pale blue eyes as she inquired with genuine curiosity and concern. The man had spilled a drink on his date, causing her to shriek. It would have been fundamentally painless if he did not then carry on drunkenly yelling at the staff when they tried to help dry her off.
“We called him a cab. His date decided to take her own.” Harold said smiling, handing Tasha an envelope.
She took the item and her tattooed fingers flipped through its contents- cash. She counted it discreetly, quickly but efficiently and then folded the envelope neatly and put it into the inside pocket of her bomber jacket. Her brother had set this aside for her pick up after she changed from her costume. While Tasha did enjoy the flexibility her costume afforded her, she never could quite give up the feel of a good pair of jeans. The remnants of her stage makeup stained the edges of her eyes and a few flecks of glitter were still clinging to her cheeks. Sometimes it felt like it took days to get it all off.
Tasha took a sip from her Dr. Pepper and then shook Harold’s hand. “Thanks for having us in, man. Next time we’re booking in the area we’ll be sure to touch base.” When would that be? She wasn’t sure really. That was Nicu’s job. All that concerned Tasha was that they had a show in New York for New Years Eve and that they’d have to get on the road soon. As she made her way across the club’s parking lot towards the bus she found herself wondering just where exactly her brothers had gotten to. Tour life was different from circus life in one very distinct way- they didn’t have to tear down a tent. While the modern amenities of a bus lacked the old world charm of her father’s varga, Tasha was couldn’t deny that they came in handy. At the very least it had more room and big windows. Of course, the best roads were found with naked feet in the woods under the full moon…. But that would come later. For now the asphalt of the highway was calling and Tasha’s gypsy soul would answer.
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