Florence Everleigh
Jul 26, 2018 14:43:06 GMT -5
Post by Florence Everleigh on Jul 26, 2018 14:43:06 GMT -5
Florence Everleigh
OOC Name: Abby
Face Claim: Morgan Crabtree
General Information
Magic?: Alchemist
Magical Implement: N/A
Age: 16
Lycan age: 16 years
Height: 5’4 1/2”
Weight: 103 lbs
Caste: Impoverished
Occupation: Thief
Physical Description: Kinky ginger hair may be Florence’s most unprecedented feature, but she hates it. It makes her stand out from the crowd at all the wrong moments, complicating her getaway and potentially getting her caught. With her “occupation”, Florence spends many hours out in the markets; the amount of sun she gets is evident in the ever-growing number of freckles that adorn her face and shoulders. Full lips, sharp brows, and dark lashes shape her face, and two thin, gold rings adorn her nose in a piercing she did on herself. The word “magic” is tattooed at her skinny wrist. In fact, her entire figure is skinny, and lack of constant meals does not help that. She of course has the solid golden eyes and long canines of a Lycan, but she has no other visible indicators of the disease. She wears plain, loose fitting clothes to hide her gender and a gray scarf to hide her bright locks. Around her neck hangs a little necklace made out of scrap wire and a pretty stone that she crafted on her own.
Lycan Form Description: On every night of a full moon, Florence becomes a vicious, drooling, Strain-B Lycan. Her fur is a faded ginger, matted and flea-bitten. Her left ear, which has a handful of notches cut out, droops slightly at all times.
Personality Description: Florence is skittish and assuming, and for good reason. She’s picked the pockets of hundreds of people, but it’s hard to know who will recognize her from before or who will catch her in the act. She’s stubborn when she wants to be though, and it’s hard to get her to talk. It takes her ages to even begin to trust someone, but when she does, she’s a quiet, yet loyal friend. On the other hand, she will always put herself first in any dire situation.
Lycan Behavior: When she’s not in her animal form, Florence is a vicious nail-biter. She always needs something to gnaw on, and if she has nothing, more often than not her nails take the beating. When she can find a bone, she will take it, no matter where in comes from. Blood and gore don’t scare her; in fact, she will go far out of her way if she smells it just to get a good lick.
History
Florence was born with a magic-using harlot for a mother. She had almost positively contracted the lycanthropy disease from one of her clients, and then passed it along to her daughter. It was just a part of life to Florence, and it was almost always up to her to stay safe and stay away from others when the change happened. Normally, she bars herself up in an abandoned apartment or store in the magic district, hoping that her animal self wouldn’t escape. Her mother had also passed the magic gene, but they never had the means to pursue it.
Florence grew up in a small tent that they shared, and had little more than a scrappy blanket, a bone, and rag doll she had made herself from street scraps. Food was scarce, and though her mother claimed she was doing everything for Florence, she ate most of it herself and gave her daughter the measly scraps. “Pleasing the menfolk is a tiring task,” she would say.
When she was 10, Florence began digging through trash to find food. When she was 12, Florence picked her first pocket. She spends most of her days out in the city and away from her mother, but she still returns to their tent for shelter. Yet every day, she finds the means to survive on her own, to find food to eat, without any help from anyone.
Tag: Wolfsong & Vee
OOC Name: Abby
Face Claim: Morgan Crabtree
Magic?: Alchemist
Magical Implement: N/A
Age: 16
Lycan age: 16 years
Height: 5’4 1/2”
Weight: 103 lbs
Caste: Impoverished
Occupation: Thief
Physical Description: Kinky ginger hair may be Florence’s most unprecedented feature, but she hates it. It makes her stand out from the crowd at all the wrong moments, complicating her getaway and potentially getting her caught. With her “occupation”, Florence spends many hours out in the markets; the amount of sun she gets is evident in the ever-growing number of freckles that adorn her face and shoulders. Full lips, sharp brows, and dark lashes shape her face, and two thin, gold rings adorn her nose in a piercing she did on herself. The word “magic” is tattooed at her skinny wrist. In fact, her entire figure is skinny, and lack of constant meals does not help that. She of course has the solid golden eyes and long canines of a Lycan, but she has no other visible indicators of the disease. She wears plain, loose fitting clothes to hide her gender and a gray scarf to hide her bright locks. Around her neck hangs a little necklace made out of scrap wire and a pretty stone that she crafted on her own.
Lycan Form Description: On every night of a full moon, Florence becomes a vicious, drooling, Strain-B Lycan. Her fur is a faded ginger, matted and flea-bitten. Her left ear, which has a handful of notches cut out, droops slightly at all times.
Personality Description: Florence is skittish and assuming, and for good reason. She’s picked the pockets of hundreds of people, but it’s hard to know who will recognize her from before or who will catch her in the act. She’s stubborn when she wants to be though, and it’s hard to get her to talk. It takes her ages to even begin to trust someone, but when she does, she’s a quiet, yet loyal friend. On the other hand, she will always put herself first in any dire situation.
Lycan Behavior: When she’s not in her animal form, Florence is a vicious nail-biter. She always needs something to gnaw on, and if she has nothing, more often than not her nails take the beating. When she can find a bone, she will take it, no matter where in comes from. Blood and gore don’t scare her; in fact, she will go far out of her way if she smells it just to get a good lick.
History
Florence was born with a magic-using harlot for a mother. She had almost positively contracted the lycanthropy disease from one of her clients, and then passed it along to her daughter. It was just a part of life to Florence, and it was almost always up to her to stay safe and stay away from others when the change happened. Normally, she bars herself up in an abandoned apartment or store in the magic district, hoping that her animal self wouldn’t escape. Her mother had also passed the magic gene, but they never had the means to pursue it.
Florence grew up in a small tent that they shared, and had little more than a scrappy blanket, a bone, and rag doll she had made herself from street scraps. Food was scarce, and though her mother claimed she was doing everything for Florence, she ate most of it herself and gave her daughter the measly scraps. “Pleasing the menfolk is a tiring task,” she would say.
When she was 10, Florence began digging through trash to find food. When she was 12, Florence picked her first pocket. She spends most of her days out in the city and away from her mother, but she still returns to their tent for shelter. Yet every day, she finds the means to survive on her own, to find food to eat, without any help from anyone.
Tag: Wolfsong & Vee
