Post by Jordin Blair on Oct 17, 2007 18:01:37 GMT -8
Biography Status;;
Applying for:
Vampire
Full name:
Jordin Blair
Gender:
Female
Age:
17
Height:
5'7
Hair Color:
Her hair is black but she tends to die it blonde and puts streaks of many different colors in it.[Pink,Black,Brown,Blue etc.]
Eye Color:
Blue; they appear to be gray though.
Race:
Caucasian
Country or State (If US) of Origin:
New York
Likes:
[x] The Color Pink
[x] Make-up
[x] The night
[x] Horror Flicks
Dislikes:
[x]poppy seed muffins
[x]Werewolves
[x]getting sunburn
[x]garlic
History:
Jordin was raised in New York with her mother. Her father had died a little while before she was born. As she was growing up she was always teased and questioned her about her skin being so pale and sun burn coming to her quickly. She couldn't answer their consistent questions until she was around seven. Her mother had told her about what she truly was and why she told her so late. Her mother had feared that she was going to take it in the wrong way. Jordin was amazed/stunned. As she grew up she had always heard about this school called FORKS. She had wanted to attend it for a few years.
Sample Post (Can be about anything as long as YOU wrote it):
The clouds continued to roll past the meadows. So many scents surrounding this miniscule area. The wind had blown softly on the pelt of the fem. Her small bodice made its way up a few hills. The grass was so green to her point of view. The paws hit the ground in a running motion.
Where to go? It was the question that had floated in her mind. She had so much ambition for such a small wolf. Her snout rose up in the air. Her muzzle had dropped open. No sound had come out. The femme was taking in the air, the moment, everything. Though there were bad scents surrounding this place. The meadows just seemed to good to be true almost like the fairy tales elders would pass on to the young pups of the packs.
Her mind had cleansed of most of the thoughts implanted deep inside. She let her bodice rest once she reached the mid point of a hill. She did not sit down though. She was too busy scanning this area. From every blade of grass to the trees and clouds.
Break time was over. She moved further, her tail shifting from one place to another. Toxic had finally come in contact with a scent that didn't seem like the other ones around. She took in the scent and followed it. Almost like a hound dog would do if it was on a hunting trip with its "master".
Her tail now started to wag, it was not a fiecre wagging sensation though. This scent was different though. She hopped to find it. Her legs strained and soon started to sprint.
Goinging through the meadow she had found a stream. The fem could not help but to stop. Bending her neck bone too it and lapping it up with her tongue. Her brown eyes watched as fish swam through. She lifted up her head and ignored them. Her stomach rumbled. She was hungry but didn't feel it. She started back up running again.
Her mouth opened slowly once she could see a wolf in the distance. Her audios pinned back and her hairs stood on end. "Hello." Her voice had entered into the air. It had almost disappeared with the wind.
Toxic could tell she was no match for the wolf. The wolf was bigger than her. She took a few steps forward to get closer to actually see the details of the wolf.
Once she was close enough she held her place in the ground. Her claws making imprints on the ground also digging up grass while doing so. Toxic waited for an answer. Even if the wolf would ignore at least she had found the source to this peculiar scent.
Her brown orbs watched over the wolf. Her orbs held a soft look in them, nothing had clouded them; no hatred, lust, or jealousy... absolutely nothing. Toxic tilted her head to the side. The silence slowly approached the wolves...
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