Larentia Maura Danvers
Jul 27, 2014 21:32:23 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jul 27, 2014 21:32:23 GMT -5
Larentia Maura Danvers
AGE: 16
SOCIAL CLASS: No Class
RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single
OCCUPATION: Gift Shop Keeper at St. Mungos
TYPE OF CREATURE: Werewolf
PLAY-BY: Freya Mavor
BLOOD STATUS: Werewolf/Half-blood
EYES: Misty blue
HAIR: Wheat-Blonde
SKINTONE: Pale tone, with light freckles
HEIGHT & WEIGHT: 5'10 & 117 lbs
DISTINGUISHING MARKS: Freckles, a few scars on her arms from her transformations easily hid with long-sleeve dresses. Pierced ears, always wearing earrings. Pack tattoo on her upper right shoulder blade.
OVERALL PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: Her figure is slender from the waist up, as her hips are on the slightly larger than average size. She has a luminous face with a pale tone to it and light freckles. Her eyes are a misty blue, complimenting her fine wheat-blonde hair. She has that bright look about her that makes one assume her to be a happy, content girl. This is only because she is almost always in a good mood. The general populace has not seen but a few different 'happy' expressions across her features, but where they to have a magic mirror that showed her expression at all times, they'd see gloomy and angry looks as well. She's an open-book when it comes to facial expressions, really.
NON-MAGICAL SKILLS: Even when not in werewolf form, she has a heightened sense, is stronger, and faster in her human form than regular humans. When the full moon approaches, she feels more in tune with nature. Her mother taught her to read, though it took quite a few years as she wasn't so very interested in learning, though she has no idea how to write. She is very good at drawing, however.
MAGICAL SKILLS: None, not counting her abilities as a werewolf. She doesn't own a wand, though her mother does. The few times she's tried to perform a spell with the wand, it's gone horribly wrong.
WEAKNESSES: Compassion; Lara is far too compassionate and has a tendency to allow others to walk over her. She doesn't work so well when it comes to following society's rules, not having been raised with them. And she has little to no self-control when it comes to her personal feelings.
STRENGTHS: Forgiveness; she always gives everyone a second chance and believes in mercy, rather than revenge. Humor; she likes to laugh and tease others, always bringing about a smile. She really tries to see the light side of situations. Gratitude; she's very aware of what others have done for her and never takes things for granted. Curiosity; Lara is greatly interested in learning more about any and everything. Love; she values her relationships with other people highly.
QUIRKS & HABITS: Has an abnormal affection for wild animals; collects thrown away books with tattered spines, because she likes the tattered spines; walks quickly, as if she's trying to escape someone or has to be somewhere on time; regularly mispronounces words she's read but doesn't actually know the pronunciation of; enjoys drawing.
OVERALL PERSONALITY DESCRIPTION: Lara has a deep inner need for quiet, and a desire to understand and analyze the world she lives in, and to learn the deeper truths, though she's the type of girl who appears to have not a care in the world. She does what pleases her, whenever it pleases her, and she’s not keen on letting society's standards, which outcast her anyway, stand in her way. Her brothers taught her to speak whatever is on her mind, it has a nasty little habit to get her into trouble. Lara likes to be silly and if she can get her hands on some candy then she will be putty in your hands, as her favorite candy is anything chocolate. If there was one word that described her perfectly, it would be 'martyr'. She was taught from a very young age to care about others above herself and to put other people's desires before her own. Because of this, she tens to let people walk over and take advantage of her if they choose, and often neglects or forgets to take care of herself. But she has her limits and knows when someone has taken it too far when it comes to taking advantage of her kindness.
As a werewolf, she values the safety of a pack/clan, and her loyalty towards it is almost instinctual. She is very bubbly and friendly, however behind that sweet smile lies a feisty minx ready to attack the second she is annoyed or feels threatened. The Alpha has always frightened her, as do the other male werewolves in her clan, because they tend to be larger than her in wolf form and more aggressive.
BIRTH PLACE: Kent, England
PARENTS: Luna Elena Holt (44) and Rollo Peter Danvers (46)
SIBLINGS: Raoul James (26), Fenris Maurice (22), Tate Wulfgar (20)
SIGNIFICANT OTHER: N/A
CHILDREN: N/A
OTHERS: Pet wolf named Romulus
CHARACTER HISTORY: Larentia was born on December 30th, 1867 in an imposing forest in Kent. The first person to hold her was her father, who had bitten her mother, a halfblood witch, while she was in labor. This was to be their last child together, the two had decided when Luna first discovered she was pregnant once more, and with no more need for children with both magical and werewolf abilities, she would then become a werewolf as well. Unlike her brothers, who had all been bitten around the age of three, Larentia was not bitten until she was seven years of age. It was a frightening experience, though her mind has blocked out the true horror of it all.
In the third month of her seventh year, when the full moon occurred, she was locked inside a cage in the family home as usual, to prevent her brothers, parents, or other members of the pack from harming her. She had drifted off to sleep shortly after the pack had traveled far enough away that their howls were no longer piercing her ears. The young girl was awoken by the sound of metal being crushed and the sight of the alpha of the pack lunging at her. She screamed, backing away into the corner of the wall behind her, but was not fast enough to avoid the bite she'd received when the werewolves teeth had sunk into left arm. With her blood on its teeth, the werewolf loomed over the shaking child, about to lunge at her once again when another wolf burst into the home and attacked the alpha. The two werewolves were so preoccupied with one another that she was able to slip out through the broken bars, and then out the back door of her home. She ran, rushing past familiar bushes and trees she and the other children would climb or hide behind to scare the adults when they walked by.
Morning could not have come soon enough for the child who sat hidden inside a whole that had been dug by a wolf beneath a fallen log, wincing whenever her left arm ached where the bite mark now was. The sound of footsteps made her burrow further into the hole, hiding her head between her legs, trying to quiet the sniffles that had most likely alerted the person to her location. "Larentia, don't be afraid. It's father," the voice, tired and comforting had said. Removing her head from in between her legs, she stared up at her father for mere seconds before launching herself at the man, her arms tightly wrapping around his neck. He carried her back to their family home that way, with her clinging on to him as if her life depended upon it. Later that night, after she'd been fussed over by other females of the pack, the Alpha came by to apologize for what he did in his whole form, though he excused himself by saying he had no control over what he did. Her father coldly sent him away then.
After her brother's had been sent to their shared room, her parents both explained very carefully what was going to happen to her when the next full moon came around. They said it would be painful, but that she would survive, because she was their daughter and a very strong, brave little girl. She didn't feel like a brave, strong girl hours later as she lay awake in bed between her parents, having awoken from a nightmare in her own bed soon after she'd fallen asleep. When the next full moon came, she thought her parents had lie to her about the transformation. It was not painful, but excruciatingly so. And when she awoke the next morning, with a piece of a pelt between her teeth, she cried. Cried because of the pain, because she couldn't remember what she'd done, and because it was now a curse that she would live with forever.
Over the years, she grew used to her monthly transformations, though the pain never went away. It dulled from the first few transformations, but it was still, as her mother said, a pain worse than childbirth. She has grown up surrounded by other members of the pack, and only began adventuring into the wizarding communities when she entered her teenage years. At first, she worried that the wizards would treat her cruelly, having been taught that they all hated magical creatures, but none of the wizards she came across were able to identify her as a werewolf. This is because, her mother explained, that werewolves are hard to recognize and go basically unnoticed, until the full moon comes around. She took up a job at the wizard hospital, St. Mungos, in London, when she was fifteen, working as a shop keeper at the gift shop. If she were able to use magic, healing magic is certainly what she'd be most interested in, so being around the Healers, watching them work, is really the best place for her to be.
NAME: Paige
AGE: 19
YEARS ROLEPLAYING: 5
DO YOU AGREE TO THE RULES OF LOVE?: Yes
DO YOU UNDERSTAND THE RP TERMS UNDER RP: ALL YOU NEED TO KNOW?: Yes
HOW'D YOU FIND US?: I don't know how I keep coming back here
DATE: 27/07/14
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:
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