Post by +.Henry.+ on Oct 29, 2008 20:03:40 GMT -5
Full Name: Dana Dee [no middle or last name. Her first name is just Dana Dee and that's all she has. She made up the name herself.]
*Alias: Dana, Dee
*^Werewolf alias: Diana [Roman goddess of the moon, hunting, forests, and childbirth]
Gender: Female
Appearance || Actual age: 18 || Somewhere in the 200s
Hair color *and style: Raven black hair that’s sort of thin [but not too thin] straight all throughout, though slightly curly at the ends. Hair is kind of short and layered messily. Bangs are layered right above the eyes, with the sides on either side of the face cutting in a sharp layered [and slightly messy] diagonal down to her chin, sort of “framing” her face. Some hairs are longer than others, which gives it a sort of choppy effect that doesn’t look bad at all on her. Rest of hair goes down to the middle of her back, but she keeps it up in a ponytail, with the hair under it layered shorter than the rest, causing the shorter hair to spill out from the ‘tail and go down to the base of her neck. Also wears a hairclip on the right side of her bangs.
Human eye color || ^Werewolf eye color: Bright freakin’ blue || Deep purple
^Eye burn-marking description: Burned around the eye, with a line coming out vertically from the bottom of each eye that runs halfway down her cheek with three horizontal burns that look like stitches on each of them.
Human height || ^Werewolf height: 5’4” 6’4”
Pack: Twilight
Pack status: Smart-ass
^Moon phase: Full moon
^[Un]controlled?: Controlled, although only somewhat. Although she’s been a werewolf for quite a while, her werewolf form sometimes proves to be too much of a match for her. Not to mention, considering her abilities, she is downright reckless.
^HHH: Hunger, and some hatred.
Allergies: Even she doesn’t know.
Repellents: Plums
Special skill: Dana Dee has never been killed. She’s gotten limbs hacked off, intestines skewered, and even her head chopped off once. But none of that made any difference. Want to know why? Well, it’s because of her skill. See, her healing system is so great, her wounds heal up faster than even a werewolf’s. But that’s not all. She can regenerate body parts. Like, say, an arm. Or her head. No, I kid you not. Chop her arm off, and in a few minutes it will start to regenerate itself from the inside out. From the spot where the limb was removed, the bone marrow will regrow and reform right in front of your eyes, then the veins will grow along the bone, then the muscle will wrap around that, then the skin. All in a matter of minutes. Say, about four for an arm. Maybe seven or ten for a head. As amazing as it is, however, it’s not pretty. It’s actually very disgusting to watch. Werewolves/people have lost their stomachs over it. And not to mention, it isn’t like getting these parts cut off in the first place is pain-free. It hurts just as much as if it had really happened. So technically, if you chop her head off, she’s dead… For ten minutes. But still, she technically dies. She’s died a few times actually, though mostly from being shot, or having her heart stabbed a few times. But she just comes back. Every time. The only way to kill her and keep her dead is if you do so with her allergy. Wounds inflected from that heal slower than a humans, and in the case of killing her, not at all. Unfortunately, there’s one problem. No one knows what her allergy is. Not even her. She hopes she never has to find out.
Human physical description: Her skin is rosey pale color, with extra red on her cheeks. She’s not the tallest person in the world, sorta short, but not a midget. As far as muscle goes, she hardly has any. Then again, she doesn’t hardly have anything on her except skin and bones. She’s a skinny one. Though that’s not a problem for her. She doesn’t need muscle. It’s not like she can be killed. Her eyes are fairly large, though they’re normally not open to full potential, unless she’s excited. She’s got soft features that give her a sort of ‘cute charm’, though behind all the pretty petite girl, she packs a punch.
^Werewolf physical description: Basically the same build as in human form, with shaggy raven black fur that still looks good on her. Her mane is choppy and more like fur than hair, running along from her ears to the middle of her back, sort of like a horses but not so long and more gravity-defying. Her claws are long and slightly hooked, and her fangs are needle-sharp. Tail is thin and shaggy.
Personality: On the outside, Dana Dee looks like a spunky sort of cute girl. On the inside… she’s spunky, though not always in a pleasurable way. What she lacks in height she makes up for with bite. Call her a devil in disguise, if you will. She’s snappy and devious and sadistic and a creep and a smart-ass. Her smart-assery has gotten her killed a lot. None of those times were pleasant. Though apparently she lacks a sensible conscious, because she never seemed to learn from those little ‘woopsies’, as she’d call them. She’s very reckless, extremely reckless, like the kind of reckless that makes you able to jump in the path of an incoming train with all smiles and a wave. She enjoys pissing people off and likes digging for your deepest secrets even if you don’t have any. Of coarse, no one has secrets with Dana Dee. Though she’s plenty good at keeping stacks of her own. She’s got a cruel sense of humor and not much of a love life, though she pretends.
History: Dana Dee has no idea who her parents are. Born in Oxford, England, she was found by an old woman, who took care of her as a little child. The old lady enrolled her in a private school and everything, acting as if she was her real mom. Little Dee loved her very much, convinced she was the luckiest kid in the world. And maybe she was. Until her foster-mother died in a car crash.
Dee was with her, right in the same car, when a speeding truck slammed into the driver’s side of the car with such force that it crushed like a wad of paper, killing the kind old lady instantly. Dana Dee saw it happen, hardly believing what she saw, though hardly having the time to get around it, because she was crushed also. The windshield shattered, causing glass shards to imbed themselves in her intestines and cause internal bleeding, along with several broken limbs. A lone man happened along the crash, dialing 9-1-1 and running up to the wreckage to see if the passengers were okay. After inspecting them, he had concluded they were both dead, when the girl’s eyes fluttered. The rest that happened was so other-worldly and incomprehensible at the time for Dee, she thought it was a work of God or some greater power.
The man turned into a huge, wolf-like beast, came up to her, and bit her over her whole right shoulder, digging into her flesh and causing the saliva of the curse to enter the wounds. The girl didn’t have the strength to scream, though the beast got off of her and fled before she could even think of doing so, leaving her alone in the car wreck. Pain from the bite-wound flared up, causing her world to become a living hell. But pain meant she was still alive.
Eventually the ambulances reached the wreck, and she was taken to the hospital to undergo surgeries that the doctors knew were unnecessary, for she was doomed to die. The wounds were too great and numerous, and they could not stop the bleeding. They kept her in the emergency room overnight, IVs pumping liquid throughout her body. In the middle of the night, with the full moon shining through the window, something amazing happened.
She changed. Suddenly, the girl was awake, her eyes rolled back into her head to show the whites of her eyes, her broken body snapping and cracking into a new shape. A werewolf. Her body as new as if it were never harmed, the wolf rampaged through the hospital, killing anyone she came across, eating some of them and only taking chunks out of others. The beast escaped into the night, and in the morning the staff fretted over the sudden disappearance of the injured little girl from the car crash.
That little girl was never the same again. She, unlike most people, embraced the curse, hiding her pain of loss and turning it into rage, which she gladly killed humans and anything she could get her hands on with. She was uncontrollable, and in her beginning years was often messy with her kills, leaving them in plain site. Over time, however, she got smart, making it difficult, if not impossible for the bodies to be found. Eventually, she wanted people to see the bodies. She became an unstoppable serial killer, mutilating the bodies in different ways each time, yet always leaving the same signature: a car tire around the victim’s neck.
Soon she was unable to stay in England anymore, and the place held bad memories for her anyway, so she moved out, wandering aimlessly and causing trouble where she went. During her travels, she happened across Amadeus Constantine and saved him from death, then letting him know that he was forever in her debt. Pissed off, he shot her in the heart and killed her. Sure she was dead, he took off instantly. Minutes after he had gone, her body healed right up. She was shocked, sure she had been dead, but the new discovery also excited her. She couldn’t be killed! Since then, Dana Dee has been picking up and following the carefully hidden trail of the blond man, insistent upon finding him and making him hold up on that end of the bargain that he had not knowingly [or willingly] agreed to. Not to mention, she became very reckless.
*Attire: Being that she is trying to blend in with the crowd, she wears a black t-shirt with an oversized white furry jacket with tails tan fur lining the outside of the straight up collar and tan flannel long sleeves over it, a pair of dark pink jeans, a lime green skirt with black polka dots over that, Pastry brand colorful shoes, and a pair of fingerless black gloves. Also wears a black belt with gold studs over her jacket and one that is below it that’s black with silver studs. Wears dark purple lipstick and eye shadow and paints nails dark purple also.
*Accessories: A black beaded bracelet on her right wrist.
*Weapons: two black guns with a bunch of natural metal bullets and an axe that hangs off of her belt with the head hidden under her jacket. A flip cell phone.
*Anything Else?: She has a bunch of bite marks from where she was bitten over her right shoulder, running down to the middle of her back on one side and her stomach on the other.
*Theme:
*Alias: Dana, Dee
*^Werewolf alias: Diana [Roman goddess of the moon, hunting, forests, and childbirth]
Gender: Female
Appearance || Actual age: 18 || Somewhere in the 200s
Hair color *and style: Raven black hair that’s sort of thin [but not too thin] straight all throughout, though slightly curly at the ends. Hair is kind of short and layered messily. Bangs are layered right above the eyes, with the sides on either side of the face cutting in a sharp layered [and slightly messy] diagonal down to her chin, sort of “framing” her face. Some hairs are longer than others, which gives it a sort of choppy effect that doesn’t look bad at all on her. Rest of hair goes down to the middle of her back, but she keeps it up in a ponytail, with the hair under it layered shorter than the rest, causing the shorter hair to spill out from the ‘tail and go down to the base of her neck. Also wears a hairclip on the right side of her bangs.
Human eye color || ^Werewolf eye color: Bright freakin’ blue || Deep purple
^Eye burn-marking description: Burned around the eye, with a line coming out vertically from the bottom of each eye that runs halfway down her cheek with three horizontal burns that look like stitches on each of them.
Human height || ^Werewolf height: 5’4” 6’4”
Pack: Twilight
Pack status: Smart-ass
^Moon phase: Full moon
^[Un]controlled?: Controlled, although only somewhat. Although she’s been a werewolf for quite a while, her werewolf form sometimes proves to be too much of a match for her. Not to mention, considering her abilities, she is downright reckless.
^HHH: Hunger, and some hatred.
Allergies: Even she doesn’t know.
Repellents: Plums
Special skill: Dana Dee has never been killed. She’s gotten limbs hacked off, intestines skewered, and even her head chopped off once. But none of that made any difference. Want to know why? Well, it’s because of her skill. See, her healing system is so great, her wounds heal up faster than even a werewolf’s. But that’s not all. She can regenerate body parts. Like, say, an arm. Or her head. No, I kid you not. Chop her arm off, and in a few minutes it will start to regenerate itself from the inside out. From the spot where the limb was removed, the bone marrow will regrow and reform right in front of your eyes, then the veins will grow along the bone, then the muscle will wrap around that, then the skin. All in a matter of minutes. Say, about four for an arm. Maybe seven or ten for a head. As amazing as it is, however, it’s not pretty. It’s actually very disgusting to watch. Werewolves/people have lost their stomachs over it. And not to mention, it isn’t like getting these parts cut off in the first place is pain-free. It hurts just as much as if it had really happened. So technically, if you chop her head off, she’s dead… For ten minutes. But still, she technically dies. She’s died a few times actually, though mostly from being shot, or having her heart stabbed a few times. But she just comes back. Every time. The only way to kill her and keep her dead is if you do so with her allergy. Wounds inflected from that heal slower than a humans, and in the case of killing her, not at all. Unfortunately, there’s one problem. No one knows what her allergy is. Not even her. She hopes she never has to find out.
Human physical description: Her skin is rosey pale color, with extra red on her cheeks. She’s not the tallest person in the world, sorta short, but not a midget. As far as muscle goes, she hardly has any. Then again, she doesn’t hardly have anything on her except skin and bones. She’s a skinny one. Though that’s not a problem for her. She doesn’t need muscle. It’s not like she can be killed. Her eyes are fairly large, though they’re normally not open to full potential, unless she’s excited. She’s got soft features that give her a sort of ‘cute charm’, though behind all the pretty petite girl, she packs a punch.
^Werewolf physical description: Basically the same build as in human form, with shaggy raven black fur that still looks good on her. Her mane is choppy and more like fur than hair, running along from her ears to the middle of her back, sort of like a horses but not so long and more gravity-defying. Her claws are long and slightly hooked, and her fangs are needle-sharp. Tail is thin and shaggy.
Personality: On the outside, Dana Dee looks like a spunky sort of cute girl. On the inside… she’s spunky, though not always in a pleasurable way. What she lacks in height she makes up for with bite. Call her a devil in disguise, if you will. She’s snappy and devious and sadistic and a creep and a smart-ass. Her smart-assery has gotten her killed a lot. None of those times were pleasant. Though apparently she lacks a sensible conscious, because she never seemed to learn from those little ‘woopsies’, as she’d call them. She’s very reckless, extremely reckless, like the kind of reckless that makes you able to jump in the path of an incoming train with all smiles and a wave. She enjoys pissing people off and likes digging for your deepest secrets even if you don’t have any. Of coarse, no one has secrets with Dana Dee. Though she’s plenty good at keeping stacks of her own. She’s got a cruel sense of humor and not much of a love life, though she pretends.
History: Dana Dee has no idea who her parents are. Born in Oxford, England, she was found by an old woman, who took care of her as a little child. The old lady enrolled her in a private school and everything, acting as if she was her real mom. Little Dee loved her very much, convinced she was the luckiest kid in the world. And maybe she was. Until her foster-mother died in a car crash.
Dee was with her, right in the same car, when a speeding truck slammed into the driver’s side of the car with such force that it crushed like a wad of paper, killing the kind old lady instantly. Dana Dee saw it happen, hardly believing what she saw, though hardly having the time to get around it, because she was crushed also. The windshield shattered, causing glass shards to imbed themselves in her intestines and cause internal bleeding, along with several broken limbs. A lone man happened along the crash, dialing 9-1-1 and running up to the wreckage to see if the passengers were okay. After inspecting them, he had concluded they were both dead, when the girl’s eyes fluttered. The rest that happened was so other-worldly and incomprehensible at the time for Dee, she thought it was a work of God or some greater power.
The man turned into a huge, wolf-like beast, came up to her, and bit her over her whole right shoulder, digging into her flesh and causing the saliva of the curse to enter the wounds. The girl didn’t have the strength to scream, though the beast got off of her and fled before she could even think of doing so, leaving her alone in the car wreck. Pain from the bite-wound flared up, causing her world to become a living hell. But pain meant she was still alive.
Eventually the ambulances reached the wreck, and she was taken to the hospital to undergo surgeries that the doctors knew were unnecessary, for she was doomed to die. The wounds were too great and numerous, and they could not stop the bleeding. They kept her in the emergency room overnight, IVs pumping liquid throughout her body. In the middle of the night, with the full moon shining through the window, something amazing happened.
She changed. Suddenly, the girl was awake, her eyes rolled back into her head to show the whites of her eyes, her broken body snapping and cracking into a new shape. A werewolf. Her body as new as if it were never harmed, the wolf rampaged through the hospital, killing anyone she came across, eating some of them and only taking chunks out of others. The beast escaped into the night, and in the morning the staff fretted over the sudden disappearance of the injured little girl from the car crash.
That little girl was never the same again. She, unlike most people, embraced the curse, hiding her pain of loss and turning it into rage, which she gladly killed humans and anything she could get her hands on with. She was uncontrollable, and in her beginning years was often messy with her kills, leaving them in plain site. Over time, however, she got smart, making it difficult, if not impossible for the bodies to be found. Eventually, she wanted people to see the bodies. She became an unstoppable serial killer, mutilating the bodies in different ways each time, yet always leaving the same signature: a car tire around the victim’s neck.
Soon she was unable to stay in England anymore, and the place held bad memories for her anyway, so she moved out, wandering aimlessly and causing trouble where she went. During her travels, she happened across Amadeus Constantine and saved him from death, then letting him know that he was forever in her debt. Pissed off, he shot her in the heart and killed her. Sure she was dead, he took off instantly. Minutes after he had gone, her body healed right up. She was shocked, sure she had been dead, but the new discovery also excited her. She couldn’t be killed! Since then, Dana Dee has been picking up and following the carefully hidden trail of the blond man, insistent upon finding him and making him hold up on that end of the bargain that he had not knowingly [or willingly] agreed to. Not to mention, she became very reckless.
*Attire: Being that she is trying to blend in with the crowd, she wears a black t-shirt with an oversized white furry jacket with tails tan fur lining the outside of the straight up collar and tan flannel long sleeves over it, a pair of dark pink jeans, a lime green skirt with black polka dots over that, Pastry brand colorful shoes, and a pair of fingerless black gloves. Also wears a black belt with gold studs over her jacket and one that is below it that’s black with silver studs. Wears dark purple lipstick and eye shadow and paints nails dark purple also.
*Accessories: A black beaded bracelet on her right wrist.
*Weapons: two black guns with a bunch of natural metal bullets and an axe that hangs off of her belt with the head hidden under her jacket. A flip cell phone.
*Anything Else?: She has a bunch of bite marks from where she was bitten over her right shoulder, running down to the middle of her back on one side and her stomach on the other.
*Theme: