Post by Ginger Darko on Dec 28, 2010 21:19:40 GMT -5
GINGER*ROXA*DARKO
Name: Ginger Roxa Darko
Age: 16
Species: Werewolf
Group: rouge
Ability: none
Occupation: Retail assistant
Sexual Orientation straight
Face Claim: Katharine Isabelle
Eye Color: Green
Hair Color: Dark red (natural) with white streaks
Height: 5'3
Body Build: petite
Distinguishing Marks: She has a bite scar on her shoulder, from when she was bitten, and three large claw marks starting from the bottom of her left breast to her right hip. She has her Venoms (like snake bites but for your tongue) pierced, as well as her ears, three in each lobe, one industrial, one Rook piercing and one Helix piercing.
Clothing: Ginger dresses old school punk every day, black skinny jeans, graphic band tee's, combat boots, and her baggy leather jacket with tons of music and graphic patches, including some spikes and a large Misfits patch on her left shoulder.
Likes:
`Metal music
`Piercings
`Snakes
`Tattoo's
`CD's
`Cigarettes
`Strawberry wine
`Cats
Dislikes:
`Rude people
`Beer
`Pink
`School
`Sluts
`D-Bags
Goals:
`To get along better with others
`To be completely separated from her parents
Fears:
`Spiders
`Ghosts
Overall Personality: Ginger's overall personality is fiercely independent, and will continue what task she has her mind set on and will finish it, always refusing the help of others. She hates being pitied, when she tells people that she ran away from home at fifteen, she get the 'awuh, poor thing' She's a generally angry, quick tempered Canadian born belle and hates when anyone hunts on her turf, and will more than naught instigate conflict, often driving them from her stomping grounds. She hangs out a lot on her own or on the Sunset strip, selling drinks and treats to the public, which she hates. Ginger is compassionate, but this rarely shows through, only if she's really close to that person, and she rarely lets people close to her heart. She also curses, a lot, and often drops an F bomb in every sentence.
Relatives: She has purposely forgotten all of her family for her own reasons, mostly because when she was bitten, they only thrusted her out the door with an angry frown.
Overall History: This redhead was born Ginger Roxa Darko to a woman, lets call her Marie, and a man, his name'll be Johnny Darko, in Creston hospital at midnight, on a Friday, that father of the little girl hated her from the start, he wanted a daughter, and he believed that women were useless. Marie firmly believed in turning Ginger in the most proper, sweetest and cutest little girl there could be, and she did try, very hard, but Ginger just wasn't like that, and hated her parents like every kid does until they're adults, even then they can still hate them right?
Ginger grew into her early teens with a punk look and a bad attitude, sneaking out of the house to go watch the wolves in the yard up on there acreage on Thompson mountain, and she loved the way they looked, often sketching them while she enjoyed her evening cigarette on the roof of the house. Her parents tried to discourage this behavior at an early age, and they didn't she continued to smoke, defiantly of course and dressed how she wanted to. She, at Sixteen, barely passed her last year at high school, just squeaking by on Internet courses and extra work, but she never did it, just paid some poor kid at school to do it for her.
The night after the first day of winter break she was walking along the house, stretching and enjoying her cancer stick when she heard some growling, and immediately froze, then calmly tried to walk back into the house without being seen, without prevail. whatever that was growling at her bit down hard on her shoulder and drug her into the woods, biting down deep into her ivory skin, searing the flesh with thick teeth. It tore at her shirt, leaving three deep claw wounds from under her left breast to the middle of her right hip. She screamed and fought, eventually kicking the beast in the head and it snarled at her, breathing in her scent, then let out a sharp whine backing off because of her silver earrings. She threw them at the beast and slumped her way onto the deck, bleeding and dying.
When she opened her eyes the next time she was awake, she was lying in her bed, wounds completely healed over and sore, feeling an itch to be outside. She packed all the clothes she could fit in her hiking backpack, including her small stash of makeup, as much canned food as she could nab from the cellar and a jar of silver things in her room, jumping out her window and running, and kept on running until she couldn't run no more, but what she didn't know was that she slept for a week, and that night was a full moon. when the full moon rose, she was beginning to change, hastily she stripped off all her clothes and stuffed them in her bag, placing the strap in her mouth.
When she was finished the change, she had traveled many, many miles and was laying buck naked in the middle of some forest, getting dressed because somehow her pack had made it with her, and she threw on some clothes, walking along the road and hitch hiking to Los Vegas, arriving there in a matter of days and found a place to stay with a woman, who later passed on and left Ginger with the house, which she loved. She managed to get herself a job and harbors a dark secret, not wanting to tell anyone about it, and trying to hide it from herself.
OOC Name: Emmy
Age: 16
Years RPing: four years
Example: Izzy was walking down the hall, blue guitar in hand, he was just getting ready for band practice, but he had to go to the music room to grab a few things first, mostly his prized guitar pic, it meant a lot to him. Mick Mars had trown it into the crowd when he had gone to the last Motley Crue concert, and It was very special to him. SIlently he walked up to the door when he heard someone singing, she sang beautifully so he naturally came to see what was going on.
He stood in the doorway and watched, she sang with such emotion that it made his heartstrings pull a little, then she started to cry, god he didn't like it when chicks cried. "Hi" That was the only thing he could really say walking up towards her with a smirk on his face. "You sing beautifully, do you know any Misfits songs?" Izzy asked, leaning on an instrument case. "I'm Izzy" He placed a hand behind his heand and smiled again, crying girls made him
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