Post by Jedda Call on Dec 23, 2008 8:37:01 GMT 1
;; fundamentals
full name;; Jedda Selene Call
nickname;; Jed
birthday;; December 23rd
age;; 16
sexual orientation;; Straight
job;; Student
Canon;; Yes
Species ;; Shapeshifter
;; appearance
general;;
Jedda is, to put it simply, quite ordinary. She has a simple, girl-next-door kind of look about her, and it's an image she intends to keep. At 5' 2” she's quite short and is forced to look up to just about everyone around here – whether she likes it or not. A slender figure only serves to emphasize her small stature. Her brown eyes reveal all her emotions to those that know her – they reflect the happiness of a true smile. Brown, slightly wavy hair that falls to her shoulders is usually worn loose about her face (it provides a convenient curtain to hide behind during embarrassing moments). She will occasionally pull her hair back into a ponytail or braid, but much prefers to wear it loose. Her skin is rather pale, a trait she inherited from her mother.
When it comes to fashion, Jedda is all but clueless. She is happiest in a pair of jeans and a shirt appropriate to the weather (tees in summer, long-sleeved shirts and sweaters in the winter). Her comfort zone as far as clothes go is very limited, and anything outside of it makes her feel uncomfortable. Skirts and dresses would fall into that category, as would anything too “revealing.” Formal wear is out of the question – Jedda can't imagine herself at prom, largely because she can't imagine herself taking the time to pick out a dress, let alone wear it! Where many of the girls around spend hours doing picking out their outfits and doing their make-up and hair, Jedda is more of a low-maintenance, throw everything together type of gal.
Jedda's canine form follows the example of her human self. Her coloring is simplistic – an even golden-brown across the whole of her pelt – with no distinguishing markings save for a darker spot of brown on her right ear. Her eyes stay the same shade of chocolate brown they hold when she is human.
favorite;; Definitely her hair
hate;; Her pale skin – she thinks it makes her stand out
heritage;; Quileute
ethnicity;; Native American (Quileute) and American
;; personality
general;;
Jedda is, above all else, a very quiet person. She is very shy – almost painfully so – and tends to keep to herself. Not to say she doesn't enjoy being around others, just that she often feels awkward around them. She is slow to warm up to new people, and slower still to trust. Once she views someone as a friend, though, she's loyal to a fault.
Being on the shy side, Jedda prefers to listen rather than talk. She has learned a great deal of empathy by listening to others. This had led to her being a bit more mature than some of the other kids she's around, a fact that has further isolated her in some cases. She's content with her position in life, though, happy to have the friends that she has and content to leave the nay-sayers to their own devices.
Despite her seemingly-mellow personality, Jedda has quite a temper. She has a short fuse that, once it's lit, leads to all sorts of fireworks. She tries very hard to keep this aspect of herself hidden from others, removing herself from the situation to blow up elsewhere before she completely loses her temper, but isn't always successful. Jedda dislikes her temper more than anything else about herself (though her inability to talk to strangers is a close second), namely because it is so at odds with her nature. She is frustrated by the fact that she has so little control over such a major part of her personality, while the rest of her life she feels she has well in-hand.
Jedda values a good sense of humor very highly. Her own is quite dry, with a heavy dose of sarcasm mixed in. She often keeps a running commentary in her head, and many of the remarks she comes up with are quite witty. Her shyness keeps her from offering up said comments very often, but she enjoys her own little comedy show whether or not anyone else is in on the joke.
Overall, Jedda marches to the beat of a different drummer. She lives her own life, the way she wants to live it, and tries not to give too much thought to what others think about her. She cares deeply – perhaps a little too deeply – about those who are dear to her and does her best to please them.
hobbies;;
*Dancing
*Drawing
*Music
*Reading science fiction novels
dislikes;;
*Math
*Public speaking
*The cold
*Smutty romance novels
*Liars
*Loud, crowded places
*Superficial people
*Thunderstorms
likes;;
*Being around friends
*Drawing
*Swimming
*Dancing
*Warm weather
*Summer vacation
*Fires
*Science fiction novels
Fears;;
*The ocean
*Losing her father
*Thunderstorms
*Being alone
*Losing pack-members
Secrets;;
*As much as she would like people to think otherwise (and as much as she wishes it were different), she really does care what others think about her
*She believes in love at first sight, and that everyone out there has a soul mate, somewhere. Truly, she's a sappy romantic at heart.
*She is deathly afraid of thunderstorms.
;; origins
general;;
Jedda was born the first and only child of Embry and Lila Call on December 23. The couple was elated to have a child of their own, and doted on her as so many new parents do. As a child, she was always frustrated that her birthday fell so close to Christmas (after all, the two kind of ran together, being as close as they were), but she's come to view it as something special as she's grown older.
The first six years of Jedda's life were absolute bliss. An only child, she had the attention of both her parents. Though both worked, they made sure one was always home with her. She really had the best of both worlds: enough money to do the things she wanted, yet still having her parents around. One of the advantages she found in this was the ability to take dance classes. She started with ballet at age four and quickly fell in love with it. While many of the girls she started classes with ended up dropping out as they grew older – feeling as though it was something their parents wanted for them rather than something they wanted themselves – Jedda stuck with it. Ballet was always the one constant in her life. No matter what was going on, there was always the dance studio to retreat to.
Just after her sixth birthday, Jedda's mother became very ill. Though she didn't understand it at the time, Jedda later discovered that her mother was suffering from ovarian cancer. Two years of exhaustive battles later, Jedda's mother succumbed to the disease. The eight-year-old was heartbroken at losing her mother, and became deathly afraid that her father would disappear as well. She went through a period of separation anxiety so severe she could hardly stand to attend school. It took nearly a year for her to realize her father wasn't going anywhere, and far longer to come to terms with the fact that her mother wasn't coming back.
Life eventually got back to normal for Jedda. School went on, ballet lessons continued, the kids she had known her entire life continued to grow and change with her. She became closer to her father, and the two lived quite happily, content with one another's company. As she grew older, she started to notice some of the other kids on the reservation were distancing themselves from the rest of the population. The summer before she turned sixteen she discovered why. That was when she shifted for the first time and officially joined the pack.
Throughout her time in the pack, Jedda has been grateful for her father's experience. She will often confide in him when something is bothering her, or when she has questions regarding pack life. She loves feeling like she's part of something bigger, but still feels a bit awkward amongst the pack, like she doesn't quite fit in. Perhaps once she warms up to her newfound family those feelings will change.
parents;; Embry Call (father) and Lila Righi Call (mother)
siblings;; none
other;; unknown
;; roleplaying
sample;;
((From another lycan/werewolf character of mine.))
Walking had become a chore. Every step took thought, took an effort that was found through willpower alone. If not as stubborn as she was, she would have stopped moving long ago. As it was, she was running low on even will.
It had been nearly three weeks since she had left home. Her parents' intolerance toward those they considered to be less than human had forced her to keep her condition, as she referred to it, a secret. Fights with her parents had escalated over the past months, occurring more and more frequently. Finally fed-up with the constant remarks and insults directed at the various beings they encountered on family outings, Lyra had revealed her other form to her parents. An hour later found her locked in her room, curses and none-to-subtle threats being flung at the door. The tears that fell on her pillow were long in coming but quickly controlled. She did not have time to be feeling sorry for herself. Gathering the little bit of money she had saved up, she had packed a few other things in her schoolbag and grabbed her wand, thanking whatever deity was watching over her that she knew enough magic to at least get the door open.
It's amazing I had the wand to get out of there, she mused, bringing herself back to the present. I'm just glad no one thought to take it away from me when they locked me in there.
The weeks since her departure had not been kind to the girl. Her money had run out within a week, the soles of her shoes soon following. Having no money for food and nothing to protect delicate human feet from the harsh winter ground, she had changed once more, assuming the form that had started her current problems. Black fur now covered her thin form, though, in her condition, it did little to keep the cold out. A wound she had thought long-since healed festered under the black fur, giving her distinct limp with each step she took. All of her energy went to keeping her feet moving, each movement taking extreme concentration.
Left hind. Left fore. Grit teeth. Right hind. Grimace. Right fore. Sigh in relief as the pain subsides ever so slightly.
Only to start the pattern all over again. It seemed as though she had been doing this for days on end, though really it had only been a few hours since her last break. The exhaustion creeping in was overwhelming, threatening to halt her in her tracks. Giving in and just going to sleep was sounding more and more welcoming, and the steady gait she had managed to maintain until that point faltered slightly, paws stumbling clumsily across the forest floor. A whimper followed the clumsy motion as pain lanced through the canine's right hind leg once more, fiery tendrils racing up the limb.
Deciding it was time for a break once more, Lyra scanned the surrounding area. There didn't appear to be a good place to rest in the immediate area, so she pushed forward once more. Green eyes darted briefly to the sky, trying to gauge how much daylight she had left. The pale pinks and reds of sunset met her gaze, brining her the shocking realization that it was almost time to find a place to settle down for the night.
Lyra moved a bit further, jade orbs coming to rest on the opening to what appeared to be a cave. She looked around once more, assuring herself that she was, indeed, alone, before moving toward the opening. Hesitant footsteps echoed off the walls as she took her first hesitant steps in, unsure of what she would find.
;; behind the character
name;; Amber
age;; 22
gender;; Female
years roleplaying;; 4-5
location;; Oregon, USA
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