Post by Rosalynn on Sept 9, 2007 17:18:50 GMT -5
Name: Rosalynn Lennox
Position: Pack Leader
Gender: Female
Age: She appears 20, but she is quite a bit older than that.
Height: 5ft 2in
Weight: 105lbs
Hair color: Black
Eye color: Pale Blue
Skin color: She's not exceptionally pale, but she is not tanned either.
General description:
The small framed woman loves being sensual and while her makeup is generally scarce she is never without lipstick. She tends to dress girly, but her favorite thing to wear is her holey jeans and a tight black tank top. No matter what she'd clad in, she rocks it and turns heads.
She has the nasty habit of smoking, but she figures since it won't kill her, she might as well enjoy herself. She also indulges in whatever other vices that strike her fancy at the time.
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Personality:
Ros has the idea in her head that she's been there, done that, seen it all so very little actually surprises her. She does what she pleases, does not care what others think of her, and for the most part lives in a world of her own.
Animal Form: Ros's animal form is a tiger, but not just any old Bengal tiger. When she changes it is into a snowy white tiger, eyes a paler shade of blue than they normally are.
Sample Post:
Ros strutted into the bar, lit cigarette dangling from her lips. She winked playfully at the bartender and ordered herself a shot of Jack. Downing it quickly and nodded for the small glass to be refilled she turned around to study those others in the crowded room. She was hungry and she intended to find someone to fulfill her needs.
It had been six shots and still she was not drunk and had not found the perfect prey. She was beginning to get frustrated when a young red haired girl walked into the bar with a few others, she seemed excited, she was glowing, it must be her twenty-first birthday. How she loved these excited youths, they thought nothing could touch them, they felt on top of the world. With a mischievous smirk Ros ordered four drinks and strode confidently to the giggling girls.
It had been hours, the crowd was slowly dwindling and the girls that had come with the red head had already left, it was just the two of them, and Ros had gotten the birthday girl good and drunk. This would be too easy. The girl stammered something about having to go so Ros helped her to her feet and took her out of the bar. The poor drunk thing never even noticed they were heading into the woods.
Ros had enjoyed herself, and for a while so had the girl but the smell of her had gotten to be too much. She couldn't control herself and the change was swift. The girl had screamed, how Ros loved it when they screamed, and she had tried to run, the thrill of the chase was the best part. She stumbled around, she fell a few times, but she finally got her bearings and the real chase was on.
The white tiger toyed with the crying girl, she would be on her heels and then let her think she had escaped, only to reappear next to her. This went on for some time before the creature that was Ros finally decided to feast. This part was over within minutes, and only moments later a smiling woman appeared alone, walking contently away from the woods. As she walked home she didn't worry about the girl changing into one of them, there weren't enough left overs for the red head to come back as anything.
Position: Pack Leader
Gender: Female
Age: She appears 20, but she is quite a bit older than that.
Height: 5ft 2in
Weight: 105lbs
Hair color: Black
Eye color: Pale Blue
Skin color: She's not exceptionally pale, but she is not tanned either.
General description:
The small framed woman loves being sensual and while her makeup is generally scarce she is never without lipstick. She tends to dress girly, but her favorite thing to wear is her holey jeans and a tight black tank top. No matter what she'd clad in, she rocks it and turns heads.
She has the nasty habit of smoking, but she figures since it won't kill her, she might as well enjoy herself. She also indulges in whatever other vices that strike her fancy at the time.
Click the image to go to the awesome artist's website.
Personality:
Ros has the idea in her head that she's been there, done that, seen it all so very little actually surprises her. She does what she pleases, does not care what others think of her, and for the most part lives in a world of her own.
Animal Form: Ros's animal form is a tiger, but not just any old Bengal tiger. When she changes it is into a snowy white tiger, eyes a paler shade of blue than they normally are.
Sample Post:
Ros strutted into the bar, lit cigarette dangling from her lips. She winked playfully at the bartender and ordered herself a shot of Jack. Downing it quickly and nodded for the small glass to be refilled she turned around to study those others in the crowded room. She was hungry and she intended to find someone to fulfill her needs.
It had been six shots and still she was not drunk and had not found the perfect prey. She was beginning to get frustrated when a young red haired girl walked into the bar with a few others, she seemed excited, she was glowing, it must be her twenty-first birthday. How she loved these excited youths, they thought nothing could touch them, they felt on top of the world. With a mischievous smirk Ros ordered four drinks and strode confidently to the giggling girls.
It had been hours, the crowd was slowly dwindling and the girls that had come with the red head had already left, it was just the two of them, and Ros had gotten the birthday girl good and drunk. This would be too easy. The girl stammered something about having to go so Ros helped her to her feet and took her out of the bar. The poor drunk thing never even noticed they were heading into the woods.
Ros had enjoyed herself, and for a while so had the girl but the smell of her had gotten to be too much. She couldn't control herself and the change was swift. The girl had screamed, how Ros loved it when they screamed, and she had tried to run, the thrill of the chase was the best part. She stumbled around, she fell a few times, but she finally got her bearings and the real chase was on.
The white tiger toyed with the crying girl, she would be on her heels and then let her think she had escaped, only to reappear next to her. This went on for some time before the creature that was Ros finally decided to feast. This part was over within minutes, and only moments later a smiling woman appeared alone, walking contently away from the woods. As she walked home she didn't worry about the girl changing into one of them, there weren't enough left overs for the red head to come back as anything.