Post by |Zarah Trevors| on Jan 7, 2007 17:52:28 GMT -5
Information about You
Name: Callen Miles
Age: 14
Contact Information: PM, MSN=crmiles12@hotmail.com, AIM=Hls Zimmer
How long have you been roleplaying? 3-4 years.
Have you read the rules? Mhm.
Information about your Character
Intern
Name: Zarah Rae Trevors
Age: 23
Profession: Med School Student
Ethnicity: Caucasian
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Personal Style: Her wardrobe is filled to the brim with various types of clothing from skanky little party dresses to plain, worn-out t-shirts that she bought a Wal-Mart for a cheap price. On days when she needs to look ‘professional’, she normally wears some nice dress pants and a crisply ironed blouse, or even a skirt occasionally. She’s not always trying to be professional, as you could tell if you saw her at home, for she normally wears an old pair of faded out blue jeans and a t-shirt. When she’s out-and-about with friends she’s wearing that skanky little black dress, more or less.
Physical Appearance: She inherited her height mostly from her father, but her mother kept her shorter than him. She stands at 5’6”, which is almost taller than her dad. She has brunette hair that is naturally curly, but most days she straightens it. On occasion, she’ll put it up in a neat and tidy bun, or she’ll get out the curling iron and mousse. Her hair is now a little past her shoulders, and has been layered a bit. She’s not the skinniest, nor the heaviest, but she’s curvy, in a good way. She’s weighs in at 120 lbs, but she still goes to the gym every now and then when she remembers to. Her muscles are toned, but only from babysitting her niece, Hannah. That little girl keeps Zarah on her feet. On most days, she’ll put a little make-up, but she definitely doesn’t overdo it. She likes to keep things like that simple. Her chest isn’t all that big, but you could say it’s a normal size.
Scars/Tattoos/ Piercings:She has a scar on her arm from cutting her arm on glass while sneaking through a broken window back in High School. Oh come on, don’t be surprised. When you’re a High School girl, you naturally do stupid things with your friends, such as going to hang out with your guy friends when you’re parents clearly said no, then hurting yourself on a window. It’s not that weird. She has her belly button pierced, but only after being convinced by her friends whom bugged her for many weeks until she finally said she would. She also has her earlobes pierced, twice to be exact, and she has her cartilage pierced on her right ear.
Best Physical Feature:Her eyes, her friends were always jealous of her striking blue eyes.
Worst Physical Feature: Her toes, for some absurd reason, she does not like her toes.
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Habits: She tends to stare at her nails a lot when important conversations are going on, and when she gets bored, she likes to twirl her hair in between her fingers.
Likes: Animals, children, jewelry, her bed, music, literature, candles, collecting porcelain things, poker, dancing, singing, taking care of her niece, and partying with her friends.
Dislikes: Guys that continually flirt with her when she’s obviously not interested, spiders, when her brother bugs her for money, and her father when he gets drunk and yells at her.
Personality:Zarah is a very fun loving person, and is always willing to go out and hang with friends at a bar, or two. She’s been known to flirt quite a bit, but it doesn’t get too out of hand. She’s been described by guys as sexy many a time, but those were the guys that she has long since forgotten about. At times, she can be annoying, because, well, she doesn’t always seem to shut up even for a second. Most of the time, she’ll realize that people are getting irritated, so she’ll stop. Sometimes, however, she’ll keep bugging them for her own satisfaction. She jokes around a lot around her friends, and is very outgoing. On some days, she just likes to sit on her couch, turn on the radio, and snuggle against a blanket to read a book for a little while. Like a lot of people, she loves to have her own personal time to pamper herself.
Biggest Personality Flaw:She can be annoying.
Biggest Personality Strength: The way she is outgoing.
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Hometown: Morenci, Michigan
Educational Background: Sienna Heights
Previous Places of Employment: Rogers & Hollands Jewelers, Claire’s.
Family: Robert Michael Trevors (57, father), Vanessa Marie Trevors (56, mother, dying), Joshua Henry Trevors (27, brother), Hannah Lynn Trevors (4, niece)
Brief Medical History: She was rushed the hospital when she was 9 years old, because she got in a car accident while with her father. She was given stitches and had to have a shard of glass removed from her leg, while her father got out clean with only a small collection of bruises. She also had to go to the hospital for cutting her arm on glass while sneaking through a broken window. Since it was too late to put in stitches, they just bandaged her up, gave her some antibiotics so it wouldn’t get infected, and she was good to go.
History: She was the second born in her family, born June 27th, the day of Helen Keller’s birth. Unlike Helen Keller, Zarah has no problems like her. As the baby of the family, her mother always felt the need to protect her young daughter, and pay more attention to her, instead of her son, Joshua. When Zarah was born, Josh was 4 years old, and some little kids that age don’t really like that little screaming baby that mommy brought home from the hospital. As soon as he saw little Zarah, he asked his mom when they were going to take her back. Lovely, isn’t it? He was such a thoughtful child. After a while, though, Josh warmed up to Zarah, and after that, they were stuck together with super glue.
All through school, Zarah was a ‘popular’ student, having a tons of friends, and being looked up on. She participated a lot in basketball and volleyball, and tried her best to always get on the Honor Roll, which almost always happened. She knew there were a lot of people jealous of her, but really, she paid no mind to it. On her 11th birthday, her parents finally let her get a pet, and that pet would be a cat that went by the name of Anna. Boy did she love that cat. Sadly though, when Zarah was 21, the cat had to be put down due to a cancerous tumor in her mouth that couldn’t be removed. In High School, she went out with a guy that went by the name of Clayton, and she loved him so much. They planned out a wedding just for the fun of it. She thought she would marry Clayton, but he got shot by some stupid idiot that had an Elementary school grudge. Oh the nerve of some people and their idiotic ways. Clayton dying was one of the hardest things to happen in her life. When she finally accepted the fact that Clayton was gone and that crying wasn’t going to bring him back, she adopted a little kitty to keep her company and help her cope through the pain. This cat is Chloe, a 2 year old calico sweetheart.
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Pets? Chloe, 2 year old Calico cat.
Married? Sadly, no.
Homeowner? No, she’s renting an apartment.
Average Salary? N/A
Favorite Color Purple
Favorite Band Bon Jovi
Your character frequently says…
“And no man shall shed blood, but by man shall his blood be shed.”
“You have no idea what the hell you’re talking about, do you?”
“Is it just me, or am I hearing myself not caring?”
“I am not a morning person.”
Is your character in general satisfied with their life? Not really, but hey, at least she’s alive.
Roleplaying Sample: (Cronos, my wolfie, on Imalla Wolves)
Face kept at the same emotion, wondering whether or not if the words that he left unspoken would shock her or not. For the time being, he would not utter a word of his true feelings, his love for her. His feelings brought up the question as to what the meaning of life was, but right now, he really didn't care. It could be love, fighting, friendship, death, for all her cared, it could be anything. Everyone had their own path to follow. "I also have not seen any other wolves around, but I am also known to be unsocial, so it's not likely that many other wolves would even have the chance to catch a glimpse of me. You can consider yourself one of the lucky few." he stated. It was all the truth. He tended to stick within the shadows, letting his gaze bore into the flesh of others, which for some was quite irritating. He remained quiet for a while, listening to her words, but not really having them register in his head. He had much on his mind. He really did not wish to remain here, he never really longed to stay in one place for a spell, but Anyu is the one thing that he stayed for. That, and the fact that he was finally in a pack. Most packs he had stayed in were only used to be a safe resting place after a horrid fight with another wolf. "I suppose I would be able to find time to protect you." he said finally, snapping back to reality for the time being. Yawn exited his muzzle, showing his stained teeth, before once more locking his jaws firmly shut. There were many things he would like to say; verbs and nouns that could explain his mood, his feelings, his life. He wasn't going to open up for anyone, not even Anyu. His heart and mind were like a locked vault, waiting for someone to even try and unlock it so they could see the rage and anger that he also harbored. That, however, wasn't the only thing that he harbored; love, hate, compassion, confusion, disappointment, and occasionally, fear. Not many got to find his personality, because he was always changing. Maybe that was why he was kicked out of many packs? His mood changes did seem to annoy some people, not many ever got used to it. Anyu didn't know the beginning of his past, his long tale of his past would bore anyone in the start, but after that, it turned interesting. You could describe his life as painful, cruel, action-filled, and full of heart-breaks & lovers.
Yes, heart-breaks. He was born to be a heart-breaker, even his mother said that about him when he was born. Boy, if she could see him now she would wish that she had killed him at birth. He killed quite a few, injured many, and corrupted the lives of decent females looking for a protective male. He had changed his ways though, but his past was still there to haunt him. Wicked smirk crossed his muzzle as the memories of his past came into view. They were plainly an annoyance to him, but they were something that he would never be able to rid himself of. Claws flexed into the dirt beneath his overly large paws, digging them further, creating little holes. He could remember when he wished he would die from the guilt that had built up over the years. If any wolves knew of his past, especially Anyu, he would surely be banned from all packs and left to roam on his own. He would always be on high alert, because he knew many wished to spill his blood. Humans even wanted him dead, to put a bullet between his eyes and consider him deceased. The humans dreaded to go outside, knowing that the devil-eyed wolf was out there and he would kill any human he could find. He found pleasure in killing humans. They were so easy to pick off, one-by-one they went down. In one town alone, he had taken down a total of 7 children, ranging from ages 2-8, and around 3-4 adults that were too busy talking on their cell phones to notice that a wolf was creeping towards them, preparing himself for an attack. Oh how stupid humans were. The scar that was on his shoulder was the result of a bullet. An foolish human decided to go into the woods and try to shoot the wolf. He never thought that maybe his aim wasn't good enough to hit a wolf, but after the fifth shot, he finally hit the wolf in the shoulder. Did the wolf stop, though? Hxll no. He just kept going, killing the idiot. "Anyu, you should be glad you know nothing of my past. It would completely ruin anything you thought about me. It truly would. My past has been so messed up, but the good news is, I've changed. I've abandoned my old ways, and hopefully they are gone for good." he drawled lowly. He loved her, and he wanted to protect her from his past, forever. He made a promise to himself that she would never know, nor get tied into any of the shxt he had gotten himself into. Never. It would be too much for her to comprehend, and once she understood, she would have been killed. All those that wanted him dead, would ruin his life first and destroy anything that was related to him. Knowing how many there were, he knew that they would have the ability to take out the pack, wipe them all out. They'd be gone so fast that no one would have the chance to figure out what happened. "There is so much that I could tell you, many, many things, but they are things that would fill you in on how I'm a bad little boy, one that deserves to be punished greatly, but has gotten away with all of it, by killing. And when I say killing, I mean a great deal of killing. he continued. "Anyu, I want you to know one thing, you're the only one that can control my wild heart. It's like you have me on a leash. You're the only reason that I'm still here and not getting into even more of a mess. I love you, and there's nothing more too it." Warm smile on his muzzle, happy look etched into his usually hard eyes. He looked so warm and fuzzy, but beneath her surface, he was a killer. That would never changed, but Anyu would never get to see that side. Not as long as he lived for it.
“You can’t always get what you want”
