Post by Tara Uley on Jan 2, 2009 6:21:36 GMT 1
;; fundamentals
full name;; Tara Natalie Uley
nickname;; Just Tara, really
birthday;; August 22nd
age;; 15
sexual orientation;; Straight
job;; Works at a coffee shop outside of the reservation.
Canon;; No. Please see the "other" section of the app.
Species ;; Shifter
;; appearance
general;; Tara has a slim, athletic build and stands at about 5’5” when she’s upright. Her muscle-tone is a bit more than the average for a girl, but that comes from her sporty attitude and her constant running. Her face always holds a mischievous glint, though her eyes are nothing less than doll-like. She’s got it made in the “feminine” parts of her body, meaning her curves are well toned and her skin is clear and beautiful. She tans well, though that could be the Indian bloodline in her.
As a wolf, Tara has a slim belly, but is rather broud shoulders. Her eyes remain the same color, as does her pelt alongside her hair. She's a light tan in color, more of a white with yellow underhues.
favorite;; Chest size.
hate;; Face in general.
heritage;; Austrailian and Indian
ethnicity;; White
;; personality
general;; Tara is really just one of the guys. She loves being a wolf because the main line is full of gross teenage boys. No, she’s not obsessive in looking for a “mate”, nor does she usually have any attraction to any of them, but she sure knows how to have fun. Tara can party till the sun rises again in the morning, though she refuses to take any substances because she both hates feeling sick in the morning, and refuses to loose herself to anything that would alter the way she’d normally think or act.
Tara is almost always laid back, though when something that interests her is mentioned she’s all or nothing. That includes people. Tara would probably take a bullet for just about anyone she met on a good first impression. That partially has to do with her low self-esteem, for she thinks that everyone holds a higher place on the pedestal of life than her. It’s something embedded into her DNA, and can’t be forced out of her thoughts, no matter how many times it’s told to her. Also, she doesn’t think she’s beautiful and takes a hit on her self-esteem just about every time another girl walks into the room, though her pride would never let her show it.
hobbies;; Writing while outside, sports, hanging with firends, and adding new words to dictionaries in the library.
dislikes;; Two-faced people, prissy girls, cheerleaders, dark chocolate, drama, shallow people, guinea pigs, Christmas music, snow, and peanut butter.
likes;; Music, writing, fast-pitch softball, soccer, hockey, , her friends, animals, fishing, camping, hiking, swimming, watching TV, and myspacing.
Fears;; Dying alone, falling in a “fake” love (thinking she’s in love and then falling out of love only to hurt the other person), having someone fall in love with her and her not loving them back, and being a burden on anyone.
Secrets;; She hates small dogs, really hates herself (pride wont show it), and a bit more drasticlly, was raped when she was seven.
;; origins
general;; Tara was actually born in Australia, her parents leading a happy life together. Her dad was an office worker, and her mom was nothing less than the world’s greatest housewife. All was perfect in her life until , on his way home from work, her father was mugged. Stabbed dead only for the thirty-seven dollars he had in his wallet. Tara was only three then and really didn’t understand what all went on. Her mother, heartbroken, had never finished High School herself and knew she couldn’t support her and her daughter. They moved to America to live with her father’s, Daniel’s, brother, wife, and four kids on an Indian reservation in Washington.
Tara grew up there happy, glad to still be in “the outback”. Well, it rained there a whole lot more than Northern Australia, but the damp area meant cool bugs to play with, so she wasn’t complaining. Her mother even started to overcome the tragedy and began seeing other men. She had made some friends with the boys that lived around there, and often was found playing cops and robbers and participating in other shenanigans of the sort. Soon enough, though, one of her mom’s boyfriend’s started seeing her. Tara, only seven, was much too young to understand what was allowed to be touched, and his gentle, persuading voice was enough to get her to participate. Plus, her momma was happy with him. Why shouldn’t she be?
One morning, her mother was getting ready to take her to school when she found that her tires were slashed. Almost as if on queue, he showed up at the door with a working car. He offered to drive them to school and work, though the first stop was to drop mom off at her bartending job. Afterwards…Tara didn’t go to school. I’m sure you can fill in the blanks.
He was arrested, Tara went through many years of therapy, and still her mother saw more guys. Not that it was any of Tara’s business, it was her life, but who could blame the kid from shying away form any new man figures in the house? Especially when she was twelve and her mother happened to get knocked up and left behind by her current. Not believing in abortion, she had the baby boy and called him Tyler. Mom, now working a solid three jobs, left Tara to raise him. And she did, proudly, though with the help of her uncle and his family.
When Tara reached fifteen that darn werewolf thing hit. Wait, what werewolf thing? She was born in Australia! Now now, she had the gene from her father, who got it from his father, meaning that her uncle had it as well. Tyler did not. Her uncle helped her through it, though it only took about a week to get used to before she absolutely loved everything about it! Well, save for the fleas, but there has to be some downfall, right?
parents;; Meredith Anne and David Blane Uley
siblings;; Tyler Uley - Kid Half-brother
other;; *Updated* =)
;; roleplaying
sample;; //OoC: Taken from Translucence, playing as Mirage who is claiming the Rahan Meadows as pack territory.\\
Silver paws carried the small, aerodynamic femme as she meandered quickly through the amber tree trunks, her silken banner straight behind her as she gained speed. It wouldn't be long before her naturally quiet voice would be swallowed by the God's bellowing howls following the sparking lightning, and Mirage didn't feel like shouting over the clashing thunder. She hardly ever yelled, for her pack would soon know well enough to shut their traps when she got anywhere close to them, let alone spoke. It was better for them that way.
It was as if it was all on queue, for as the trees began to thin out, she took to the air, her paws lithely sliding to a stop as they came in contact with her pedestal. A fallen tree, rotting at the bottom, and planted smack dab in the center of the meadows now lay under the tiny wolfess. She slunk to the top, for it's uprooted form acted as a perfect throne for Mirage to call her own for the time being. Although the dark clouds rolled through the skies, forcing the sun into hiding for it too, along with the silenced forest creatures, was afraid of the oncoming storm, the atmosphere still held its thick, muggy aura. The dew from the morning was constantly turning to it's gas stage, taking to the clouds in an endless fog.
Silver, empty eyes shone as the lightning flashed around her, the thunder soon following like the maniacal cackling of a madman. It was her favorite time to be active and especially hunt, for as the herds huddled beneath the thick canopies between Rahan and Xykin, taking comfort in believing the storm was locked out of their little "safe haven", her pack would emerge from the darkness in a tight-knit circle around them, sending them into flurries of terror and confusion. Her two personal favorite emotions to observe. They worked in harmony, making life easy for the modern wolf, let alone someone of her intelligence and experience in the clay molding art. Terror and confusion left the host pliable in her hungry little paws, and oh how she loved it.
The sky began to tear up, for warm mists were cast from above as Mirage tilted her head back, allowing a cold, though musically feminine howl to emerge from her open, flashing jowls. The energy from the stormed seemed to surge through her, and the eagerness and urgency of the upcoming, possible fight could easily be heard in her song. It was first come, first serve around here, and after living here for a few months and seeing no one, Mirage was finally claiming the land as her own. Planting herself, her ivory flag curled royally around her paws, Mirage awaited the arrival of a possible challenger or member.
;; behind the character
name;; Kali (Kay-lee)
age;; 14, but turning 15 the sixteenth
gender;; Female
years roleplaying;; Four
location;; Cleverland, OH
How You found us;; A site-plug on one of those inactive sites.
