Name: Samantha
Age: Seventeen
Gender: Female
Requested Rank: Warrior
Pack: Eternal Darkness
Human Photo:
Wolf Photo:
Joining Keys: Joining keys have been removed for the fair joining towards the others in the future. ~Ze Evil Alphess
Summary:
Tragic in her past, she watched everyone that she loved die before her. Of course she imagines that it's her fault. She could have been the one to prevent it, though she wasn't strong enough. Let me back up a bit. As a young child Samantha has always been the quiet and soft tempered type. She never liked having people shout at another and tried to fix everyone's problems when they had it. Even if they didn't want her advice or help, she still was there when they needed someone to talk to. To listen for a change. She was the odd one of her classmates and therefore got teased a lot. The illness that she had was nothing the doctors saw and there wasn't any medicine that was strong enough to help with the easing of her mother's pain. She watched as her mother suffered everyday with an illness she couldn't cure. It was slowly eating her away, though her mother told her not to worry. That soon enough she was going to a wonderful place and she would always be with Sam through her troubles. She was with her on the night she died watching as her mother took her last quivering breath. That night her mother was taken from her. Leaving her two older brothers and three year old sister that she had to take care of.
Being the middle child wasn't always pleasant, her papa worked a lot in the fields and having a baby sister that always got in the way when you were trying to clean was pretty havoc especially in their three room house. However her little sister was her pride and joy and she loved her just as much as mama loved all of them. Little Arabella was always keeping her company and she would just smile softly, though she avoided her parents room. The one sad memory that loomed over her like a dark cloud. Arabella never once gave Ivy a hard time and she appreciated that. When she needed a friend she was there for her, however, her older brother was killed in war. The death was close to papa the most but not once did he shed a tear in front of the other children. He just went to his room quietly but she could hear the faint whimpers he gave. Soon enough her other brother died of the same illness mama had, and she watched helplessly as he died as well. Everyone around her was dying, she knew that sooner or later she would soon die to of the same tragedy.
One night she was getting ready for bed Arabella asking if she could sleep with her tonight. Of course she didn't object and they snuggled together. Suddenly she awoken to the smell of a burning fire, shooting out of bed she shook Arabella awake and they tried to get out of the smoldering flames. Her papa shot threw the door and the three of them managed to escape. Except it was to their death, three well dressed men stood above them as they panted for fresh air. They chuckled darkly and grabbed her papa with ease, "A wonderful meal, brothers." One had said. Suddenly they turned into giant wolves and their fangs had bore into her father's neck. Ripping into his flesh as his children watched in agony, though soon enough Arabella was pulled in the air. Sam tried to fight back but she was to weak, she wanted them to take her instead but they refused and her sister was slashed into. Watching as her blood coated the ground. They ripped her heart out and threw her down as if seeing Sam wither in pain was enjoyment.
A man soon picked her bony form from the ground. She didn't call the police she couldn't they wouldn't believe her. Put her in as a suspect for her families death. As she was nursed back to health the man didn't talk to her until she was fifteen years of age. She lived a rich life the man being extremely wealthy, she was offered nice clothes and rich foods to eat as well as maids and servants.
At her fifteenth birthday the young man in his late twenties but non the less very good looking gave her a small necklace. He then told her that she was adopted which she didn't believe. Giving her proof he showed her, her birth certificate and John and Sarah LockWood's name was printed in beautiful handwriting on the paper. Then he gave her the news that she was a Lycan like himself and the men who killed her family were also Lycan's she couldn't believe him. The night of her birthday she had shifted, most werewolf children shift in their early years but hers was a late reaction. Finally she understood what she was and the man soon raised and trained her the right way. Making her into a strong wolf, being of pure-blood her roots are also labeled with pure blood Lycans making her take a form of a much larger wolf. Snowy white coat and large muscle structure as well as a bulky form she was made for fighting. As the year went by her sixteenth birthday she killed the three of her kind that killed her family. Showing no mercy or grace to the thieves that stole her sister and father's life.
Example Post:
Dark brown eyes closed as she slowly began to slide them open. She didn't want to be disturbed but apparently the sun that shown through her curtains didn't take a hint about it. She groaned and pulled her covers back over her head, she didn't want to get up but knew it was way into burning noon. Finally, she lazily swung her feet over the ledge of the bed. Sam wiped the sleepies from her eyes with her pointer nail. Yawning she looked around and smacked her lips. Slipping on her slippers so her feet wouldn't get cold on her tiled floor she began to walk to the kitchen in a lazy and slumpish sort of way. Since she was an heiress and had come into wealth after her "father" legally adopted her she was now in his will. Plus, being his only child she will inherit all the money when his time comes to cross over to his ancestors. She wondered when she would die? She was scared of death, if someone said they weren't obviously they were lying.
She shook the thought from her head and searched the cabinets until she found the bowls. Having to stretch as well as maneuver to the balls of her feet she pulled the bowl closer to her and finally it slipped from the edge and she caught it with ease. Placing it on the granite counter she went to her walk in pantry and got her favorite, and unhealthy cereal, Count Chocula, that was full of chocolate and mini marshmallows. She poured a big ole bowl and then went to the fridge to grab the milk. Rummaging around she found it behind the orange juice. Pulling it out she checked the expiration date just incase it was spoiled or something. Gladly it wasn't she still had a week left before it went bad. Twisting the cap she dumped it in the bowl but made sure that it wouldn't get her cereal to soggy. Eating sluggishly she got down to the milk that was now chocolate flavored. Drinking the rest of the chocolaty goodness down her throat. She rinsed it in the sink then it was time to get ready.
Easing her form towards the bathroom she twisted the shower on. Pulling off her clothes and stepping over the tub part of it she tampered with the nuzzle and pulled it towards the red mark symboling "Hot" as her muscles began to relax her back began to go a bright red due to the heat of the water. She watched as her hand began to look as if they were shoots water. The brunette gave a small sigh and then grabbed her shampoo. Gently squeezing the red clear liquid from it's container to her petite hands she began to message her scalp making it lather up into a soapy paradise. The smell of fresh strawberries hit her nose as it began to get more soapy. She rinsed her hair of the shampoo then went to the cream-like substance in the other bottle. She poured more then she needed and she began to wash her hair again this time with conditioner. Her hair soft under her fingers, rinsing she washed her body and shaved with her razor. Stepping out she dried off with her towel then grabbed her robe it was fluffy and soft on her olive-texture skin.
Walking out of the bathroom the steam from her shower right behind her she rummages through her closet. Taking out a cute mini-skirt as well as a Goche and Gabbana silk tunic she placed it on the bed. Walking to her drawer she took out a pair of underwear that were blue and had the Superman Symbol on it as well as a black and laced bra. Taking the bathrobe off it fell to the floor leaving her curvy and smooth body unclothed.
(I would go on -but- I don't want to make it into a novel or something like that)
Age: Seventeen
Gender: Female
Requested Rank: Warrior
Pack: Eternal Darkness
Human Photo:
Wolf Photo:
Joining Keys: Joining keys have been removed for the fair joining towards the others in the future. ~Ze Evil Alphess
Summary:
Tragic in her past, she watched everyone that she loved die before her. Of course she imagines that it's her fault. She could have been the one to prevent it, though she wasn't strong enough. Let me back up a bit. As a young child Samantha has always been the quiet and soft tempered type. She never liked having people shout at another and tried to fix everyone's problems when they had it. Even if they didn't want her advice or help, she still was there when they needed someone to talk to. To listen for a change. She was the odd one of her classmates and therefore got teased a lot. The illness that she had was nothing the doctors saw and there wasn't any medicine that was strong enough to help with the easing of her mother's pain. She watched as her mother suffered everyday with an illness she couldn't cure. It was slowly eating her away, though her mother told her not to worry. That soon enough she was going to a wonderful place and she would always be with Sam through her troubles. She was with her on the night she died watching as her mother took her last quivering breath. That night her mother was taken from her. Leaving her two older brothers and three year old sister that she had to take care of.
Being the middle child wasn't always pleasant, her papa worked a lot in the fields and having a baby sister that always got in the way when you were trying to clean was pretty havoc especially in their three room house. However her little sister was her pride and joy and she loved her just as much as mama loved all of them. Little Arabella was always keeping her company and she would just smile softly, though she avoided her parents room. The one sad memory that loomed over her like a dark cloud. Arabella never once gave Ivy a hard time and she appreciated that. When she needed a friend she was there for her, however, her older brother was killed in war. The death was close to papa the most but not once did he shed a tear in front of the other children. He just went to his room quietly but she could hear the faint whimpers he gave. Soon enough her other brother died of the same illness mama had, and she watched helplessly as he died as well. Everyone around her was dying, she knew that sooner or later she would soon die to of the same tragedy.
One night she was getting ready for bed Arabella asking if she could sleep with her tonight. Of course she didn't object and they snuggled together. Suddenly she awoken to the smell of a burning fire, shooting out of bed she shook Arabella awake and they tried to get out of the smoldering flames. Her papa shot threw the door and the three of them managed to escape. Except it was to their death, three well dressed men stood above them as they panted for fresh air. They chuckled darkly and grabbed her papa with ease, "A wonderful meal, brothers." One had said. Suddenly they turned into giant wolves and their fangs had bore into her father's neck. Ripping into his flesh as his children watched in agony, though soon enough Arabella was pulled in the air. Sam tried to fight back but she was to weak, she wanted them to take her instead but they refused and her sister was slashed into. Watching as her blood coated the ground. They ripped her heart out and threw her down as if seeing Sam wither in pain was enjoyment.
A man soon picked her bony form from the ground. She didn't call the police she couldn't they wouldn't believe her. Put her in as a suspect for her families death. As she was nursed back to health the man didn't talk to her until she was fifteen years of age. She lived a rich life the man being extremely wealthy, she was offered nice clothes and rich foods to eat as well as maids and servants.
At her fifteenth birthday the young man in his late twenties but non the less very good looking gave her a small necklace. He then told her that she was adopted which she didn't believe. Giving her proof he showed her, her birth certificate and John and Sarah LockWood's name was printed in beautiful handwriting on the paper. Then he gave her the news that she was a Lycan like himself and the men who killed her family were also Lycan's she couldn't believe him. The night of her birthday she had shifted, most werewolf children shift in their early years but hers was a late reaction. Finally she understood what she was and the man soon raised and trained her the right way. Making her into a strong wolf, being of pure-blood her roots are also labeled with pure blood Lycans making her take a form of a much larger wolf. Snowy white coat and large muscle structure as well as a bulky form she was made for fighting. As the year went by her sixteenth birthday she killed the three of her kind that killed her family. Showing no mercy or grace to the thieves that stole her sister and father's life.
Example Post:
Dark brown eyes closed as she slowly began to slide them open. She didn't want to be disturbed but apparently the sun that shown through her curtains didn't take a hint about it. She groaned and pulled her covers back over her head, she didn't want to get up but knew it was way into burning noon. Finally, she lazily swung her feet over the ledge of the bed. Sam wiped the sleepies from her eyes with her pointer nail. Yawning she looked around and smacked her lips. Slipping on her slippers so her feet wouldn't get cold on her tiled floor she began to walk to the kitchen in a lazy and slumpish sort of way. Since she was an heiress and had come into wealth after her "father" legally adopted her she was now in his will. Plus, being his only child she will inherit all the money when his time comes to cross over to his ancestors. She wondered when she would die? She was scared of death, if someone said they weren't obviously they were lying.
She shook the thought from her head and searched the cabinets until she found the bowls. Having to stretch as well as maneuver to the balls of her feet she pulled the bowl closer to her and finally it slipped from the edge and she caught it with ease. Placing it on the granite counter she went to her walk in pantry and got her favorite, and unhealthy cereal, Count Chocula, that was full of chocolate and mini marshmallows. She poured a big ole bowl and then went to the fridge to grab the milk. Rummaging around she found it behind the orange juice. Pulling it out she checked the expiration date just incase it was spoiled or something. Gladly it wasn't she still had a week left before it went bad. Twisting the cap she dumped it in the bowl but made sure that it wouldn't get her cereal to soggy. Eating sluggishly she got down to the milk that was now chocolate flavored. Drinking the rest of the chocolaty goodness down her throat. She rinsed it in the sink then it was time to get ready.
Easing her form towards the bathroom she twisted the shower on. Pulling off her clothes and stepping over the tub part of it she tampered with the nuzzle and pulled it towards the red mark symboling "Hot" as her muscles began to relax her back began to go a bright red due to the heat of the water. She watched as her hand began to look as if they were shoots water. The brunette gave a small sigh and then grabbed her shampoo. Gently squeezing the red clear liquid from it's container to her petite hands she began to message her scalp making it lather up into a soapy paradise. The smell of fresh strawberries hit her nose as it began to get more soapy. She rinsed her hair of the shampoo then went to the cream-like substance in the other bottle. She poured more then she needed and she began to wash her hair again this time with conditioner. Her hair soft under her fingers, rinsing she washed her body and shaved with her razor. Stepping out she dried off with her towel then grabbed her robe it was fluffy and soft on her olive-texture skin.
Walking out of the bathroom the steam from her shower right behind her she rummages through her closet. Taking out a cute mini-skirt as well as a Goche and Gabbana silk tunic she placed it on the bed. Walking to her drawer she took out a pair of underwear that were blue and had the Superman Symbol on it as well as a black and laced bra. Taking the bathrobe off it fell to the floor leaving her curvy and smooth body unclothed.
(I would go on -but- I don't want to make it into a novel or something like that)