Post by delsenoraamberly on Jan 8, 2012 4:57:10 GMT 1
Playby: Nicole Kidman
Name:Delsenora Amberly
Age:28 ish
Sex:Female..
Sexual Orientation:Hetero
Species: Lycan
Physical Description:Hair: Dark golden blond curly cascades down to her hips. It is often left unbound and free flowing.
Eyes: Deep Amber to Golden Brown
Height: 5'11" about 160 pounds
Distinguished markings: Delsenora has a Scar that runs the entire length of left arm from her outer wrist to the back of her left shoulder, In Lycan form this is a pure white stripe from top of claw to back of neck on left side. It is permanent and even in change it is a visible deformation upon her body. She often wears long sleeve shirts to cover her scars, but has been known to use cosmetic's to conceal it in Human form when the mood strikes her or it's to bloody hot for long sleeves.
Attitude:She has a no shit attitude and doesn't care what others think of her. Her temper is level at best but becomes suspicious of sneaking and loathes thieves. She can be careless of her words and the feelings of others with her direct manners of speech. Delsenora has been on her own for far to long to really have a sense of pack life.. and will more then likely struggle to fit in or fight to gain a toe hold in the inner sanctum of the pack. She yearns to be accepted and a part of something more then just a loner.
Abilities:
Weaknesses Her Left arm is weaker due to the injury that caused her to be permanently scared.
Like all of her breed, she is hurt by Silver in any form.
She is also suffers from sever Arsonphobia- Fear of fire. This is a huge detriment to her and can freeze her up in a fight or how ever she encounters it. Be it a simple bic lighter or a torch.
Strengths: Delsenora has a vast knowledge of guns and ammunition.
In Lycan form she is stronger than her human form and is able to use her base abilities quiet well.
History:History Of Delsenora Amberly Post Apocolyps
Delsenora was found on the steps of The Sisters of Mercy Orphanage in the lower east side of New York City, in the winter of 2022. She was wrapped in a white blanket and in a cardboard box, with only a small scrap of paper and the word Delsenora scribbled in a childlike scrawl. Sister Agnes had gone out to spread ice melt on the steps and stumbled upon the babe in the box. She was quietly watching the snowflakes as they filtered down above her, not even seeming to mind the deep cold around her. Sister Agnes scooped her up and brought her in and so her life began at the Orphanage.
She was a quiet child, with a vast hunger for learning and took to what ever task was set before her with determination to do a good job. The sisters of the orphanage grew fond of her .They had hope to have Delsenora join them in sisterhood at the convent when she came of age to do so. But Sister Agnes worried as she would often find the girl sitting on the outer parapets during the full moon just staring at the sky. Sister Agnes wondered if there were not more to this child then they realised.
The cagy sister knew of things that often went bump in the night and feared that perhaps that Delsenora was one of those unspoken creatures. In a city ruled by Vampires if they discovered her they would destroy her on site. For Vampires did not suffer a Lycan to live. The corrup tyrants that ruled the city were getting more and more out of hand as the days went on. Calling on a favor owed to her sister Agnes contacted the only member of a pack she knew and begged the woman to come and take Delsenora before she was discovered by Vampires.
Sister Agnes slipped a sleeping draught into Delsenora's milk the next evening and met with her contact Leanne. Upon the meeting it was confirmed that Delsenora is infact a child of the moon and was taken with out haste to live in the subterranian levels of the city..
Her new adoptive family was something that Delsenora found stange and didn't feel like she belonged at first but soon she was taught the ways of the Lycan world and grew to accept life in the pack. Her foster mother Leanne grew incressingly worried over what was happening above and several others as well decided that it was time to find a new location..
It was not long before their chance of escape opened up to them and they fled into the outer limits and beyond into the wasteland that held little life or mercy for any who dared to attempt to cross it.
The handful of them had a perilous journey and often found themselves chased and attacked by Zombies as they made their way west across the lands. Leanne saw to Delsenora's moon cerimony when the time came deep in the hills of the Great Smokey Mountais of Tennesse. The pack stayed there for four turns of the moon cycle and were on the move again.
It was almost a year of hard travel and loss that they found themselves set upon by a larger group of Zombies then they had ever encountered on outlimits of New Vegas.. Delsenora lost her foster mother and the rest as she managed to fight and claw her way though the ranks of undead. She ran fleet and swift as a Lycan can. During that brief flight she fell into a sink hole that opened up and swallowed her whole.
Falling nearly 20 feet below the ground above she landed in an ungraceful heap and gave up to exhaustion and awaited her own death. It was chance that a near by member of a Lycan pack heard the camotion and dared to investigate what had fallen into the underworld.
Rule Code Word:Polyamorous
Species Code Word:moonkin
Rp Sample: The room was lit only by weak sunlight filtering through a set of faded curtains hanging from the window. The steady click and flash of a camera could be heard as she stepped up to the entry way. Carlos was at his finest as he snapped pictures of the victim. At first glance Delsenora could see a woman of average height sprawled across a sofa. Her bright red dress was torn from neck to navel exposing an impressive set of implants that were still perky even though the owner was surely dead. One of her Jimmy Choe's was off the other was half strapped to her foot clinging for dear life. Stepping up to the body she gave Carlos a nod in greeting. "Yo. I'm finished she's all yours." he told her and stepped aside to put his gear back in his case.
She looked down at the woman and her lips turned down in a frown. Wrapped tightly about her neck was a strand of glittering diamonds that were still alive though they had obviously been used to choke the life out of their owner. "Well my dear, I guess diamonds aren't your best friend any more." she said and began collecting the evidence she needed to nail who ever had done this.
