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Post by Cookie <3 on Feb 19, 2013 18:35:52 GMT -5
Micki Nicole Anders
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Cookie <3
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Post by Cookie <3 on Feb 19, 2013 18:36:11 GMT -5
:: Essentials ::
Name -- Micki Nicole Anders Age -- 23 DoB -- February 12th Species -- Werewolf Ethnicity -- Caucasian/Black-American Gender -- Female Occupation -- Currently Unemployed Alignment -- Lawful Good
:: Family ::
Father -- Zachary Anders Mother -- Marie-Ann Sullivan Brothers -- None Sisters -- None
In a Relationship? -- Nope! Single, and loving it! Partner -- N/A
Children -- None; She's not ready to start a family
:: Stats ::
Strength -- 5/10 Constitution -- 4/10 Dexterity -- 8/10 Wisdom -- 6/10 Intelligence -- 9/10 Charisma -- 7/10
:: Appearance ::
Eye Color -- Green Hair Color -- Dark brown Human Height -- 5'3" Accessories -- Earrings, headband Human Appearance -- Micki is a thin, athletic body. Kind of gangly and lanky. Her nickname in school was "String bean" because of her build. She has dark-skin and green eyes. She has extremely curly hair, but likes to keep her bangs straightened. Her preferred colors are orange and blue - mostly because she loves the contrast of the colors. And Micki won't go anywhere without her orange Chuck's. Jeans, t-shirts, skirts, whatever. Micki will wear what is comfortable for her.
:: Places ::
Birth Place -- Cody, Wyoming Current Location -- Around
:: Personality ::
Overall -- She a sweet, quirky gal who likes to have a good time and tries to stay out of trouble
Micki is a quirky sort of gal. She's very upbeat, energetic, and social. She is known for being spontaneous - going from idea to idea and likes to go on adventures at random times (i.e. hiking in the winter in 4ft deep snow). She is quite clumsy - as a human and especially as a werewolf. She trips over her own feet and over her words. Micki is childish and stubborn, nearly to a fault. She wants to make sure people at least listen to her opinion before shutting her mouth. She believes it is important to listen to others and learn from someone else's experiences. However, behind that naive exterior hides a heart of gold and well-meaning girl. A gentle bravery in delicate situations and an honest avoidance to conflict. She cares deeply for those closest to her, and swears to take care of them to the best of her ability - sometimes even at the expense of herself.
:: History ::
Micki was born in Cody, Wyoming to the unmarried Zachary Anders and Marie-Ann Sullivan. She grew up on her father's ranch beside the Shoshone River, just West of Yellowstone National Park. Her father was a Park Ranger in Yellowstone. Her mother worked as a waitress in town. Sometimes, she would question why her parents never married, but Micki figured that adults were weird and left it at that.
Instead, Micki spent most of her adolescent life (ages 10-12) knocking about in the woods. Fishing, hiking, climbing trees, stalking lizards in the rocks, following deer tracks. That's what she was up to.
When she was 12, her mother moved away. Out of state and out of touch. It was just Micki and her father now. The girl did not seem to mind too much. She got along with her father very well; she had spent most of her childhood with her father than with her mother anyways. While living with her Dad, she realized he had a few… odd habits. He liked to work the park's 'Night Shift' on full moonlit nights. He always carried a change of clothes in his backpack. Micki would find rips and tears in his shirts whenever she had to do laundry. And he always knew when Micki had been playing in the woods instead of doing her homework.
She would consider this to be very odd.
Nor did she ever question her the oddly heightened senses. Was trash supposed to have so many different scents? And some noises just made her head ring. As she neared the age of 13, these very things are what set off a chain reaction. She would get frequent headaches. Her skin would itch. It was gradual, at first.
Then one day, something snapped.
It happened during the school day. During recess, while the other kids were outside playing, Micki had been called by her teacher to have a Teacher-Student conference. Her teacher wanted to discuss her poor grades. Words quickly grew heated. And eventually, the teacher said something hurtful about Micki's mother. The teenager lost her temper. She threw chairs, kicked over desks, smashed the class fish tank, and razed hell in the tiny classroom. The Principal was called, but could do nothing to calm the rampaging teen. The authorities - and her father - were finally called.
Next thing she knew, Micki was riding home in her father's truck from the Police Station.
"… Dad… a-are you mad?" the girl murmured.
She hadn't meant to throw a desk at Ms. Nelson. Micki couldn't explain it, but something just… popped. Something hot and dangerous. She wasn't a bad kid.
Her father sighed. "I should be, but I'm not," he started. "It's my fault anyways. I should've paid more attention lately…"
Following that day, Micki was home schooled. And for good reason. The next night, something completely mind-boggling happened. Everything culminated up to that very moment. Micki discovered she was a werewolf… but not a very good one. Her first transformation was an ugly one. She was scrawny, lanky, and had horrible fur. Micki was very animalistic in her younger transformation; she would drool all over the place and chase anything that moved.
As the years went by, Micki was able to control her actions a bit better. She still acts like a kid, but at least she coherent during her transformations.
Another surprise would soon occur in her life. At the age of 20, a good few years after her first transformation, her father gave her the boot. The good ol' fashioned, "Get out and do something with yourself" speech. Micki realized she couldn't spend her life running around the national parks like an animal. So, she headed East, raiding 7-11's when she got too tired of hunting.
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Post by Cookie <3 on Feb 19, 2013 18:36:26 GMT -5
:: Werewolf Information ::
Werewolf Height -- 5'9" Werewolf Weight -- 182 lbs Werewolf Personality -- Micki's werewolf is very much like the little girl. Gentle and quiet, the creature acts similar to that of a lapdog. It is naturally submissive and easily falls into line behind larger and stronger werewolves. The female has a natural curiosity and eagerness to be around others like it. However, sometimes it can be too nosy and tends to poke its nose in places it does not belong. Werewolf Appearance -- Werewolf. Micki is considerably small, as far as biped werewolves go. She is not very muscular, and what little bulk she does possess is mostly fur. The notable features of her biped form are her small stature, her large ears, thick fur around her neck, and her large paws. Micki's structure appears to be built more for speed. As a biped, she is capable of walking on all fours and on her hind legs. For short jogs or walking about, it is easier for her move on her hind legs. She is not very fast when only on two legs. However, for longer sprints and running down prey, she takes to all fours and can keep up with quadrupeds with little trouble. Her fur colors are a mixture of earthy browns, and the pattern of her fur resembles that of a Rough Collie. Werewolf Reference -- XPack -- None Yet Rank -- None Yet [/font]
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Post by Cookie <3 on Feb 19, 2013 18:37:48 GMT -5
:: Soundtrack ::
"Dead Hearts" - Stars "I Will Be Blessed" - Ben Howard "Keep Your Head Up" - Ben Howard
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