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•AMBIANCE
Season; Summer
Northgate;
There is a slight breeze up on the mountains. Overall it is a very nice time to spend in the outdoors.
Westside;
The coast has great breeze which are whipping up some nice swells. The bright blue cloudless sky is perfect and the temperature is a pleasent 78 degress.
Eastside;
The bright blue sky is spotted by white fluffy clouds. Perhaps hinting to a possible thunderstorm?
Southside;
The weather is warmer on the Southside at 80 degrees. The humidity is picking up.
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}}.ABRI - as sour as a orange rose can get « Thread Started on Aug 22, 2008, 5:53pm »
Out of Character Name: Abri Age: Eighteen Gender: Female Location: not required Misc: Rawr ! ! ! ::) <--- iz harold. my alien smiley.
In Character Name: Abrianna // Abri
Age: Nineteen
Type: Shifter
Gen: Gen 1
Ally: Gen 1
Gender: Female
Animals: Jaguar | Emerald Sparrow | Amber-red Fox
Personality: Abrianna can be quite tempermental, after escaping the sudden rage of the Drifters she hasn't been quite the same. Her brother was lost to her, and now she had nothing to live for except renavating the escapees to better lives. Abri has always been a bit bittersweet;, depending who she's with and if they don't have a history once being a Drifter. If so, beware. She isn't afraid to tear a person apart like they had to her brother. Gah, Abri isn't the type of person to mess with, no matter how vulnerable she acts to be. She's tough, nothing roudy, but can stand up to almost everything.
Appearance: Like Aries, Abrianna's human features multiply over to her animal forms. When she has two legs, Abri blinks strange, practically glowing emerald orbs. To match it, is her natrually wavy, sandy brunette hair. Her flawless skin is nothing compared to the hidden muscles under her skin. As a jaguar, you can find her with her eyes, and gold-pelted fur, speckled with what looks to be like tar, but oddly it's just the ebony irregularly dappling her form. The veiw of being a sparrow is fantastic, something she loves and can't stay away from. In her heart, Abri has the will to fly. Maybe even stay in that form, she isn't sure. Her spy-like transfiguartion, would have to be the red fox. Not so scarlet-orange furred as a normal wild fox would be, but fainted yellow-gold, like the sun that just isn't so bright.
History: Abrianna had once lived with the Drifters since she was a little girl. She wasn't alone, not entirely as her thoughts seemed to register. Abri had her brother, Danny, and someone else of the same age that oddly she fairly liked, Tyler. Tyler Gates, the head of Project Drift's eldest son. And so, he also was of the Shifters. One of them. So, imagine how the head cordinator would feel... his own son and blood, a shape shifter, of the experiment he shouldn't, shall not ever, put pressure upon him. But yet he did. Tyler recieved the worst of it all.
And at some point, Danny was taken away from her. Put into mental classes for the young and the deprived Shifters. Sooner or later, Abrianna witnessed herself the horror of witnessing what the Drifters really enjoyed. Watching someone so young and pale, vulnerable and innocent, being teared limb-by-limb. Mentally and physically. Danny never made it through his bloody screams. From then on, Abrianna vowed never to part of the research, discovering a piece of paper and planting two notes in the entire facility. One for all Shifters, and one personally for Tyler.
Misc:
Roleplay Sample:
Quote:
Alice was at her side in a bluff of unmovement. The slight, almost unheard noise against the door was muffled by the sound of Michael's precaution. To stay in her assigned bedroom until told to. She wasn't any child, hell no. But the new warnings and happenings over the last three days have become a major problem. Now, Abri was held under an umbrella, a shield almost, to stay away from anything that was willing to expose them of their hiding place. Let alone, they were trying to stay clear of juvie. Juvie, funny. They weren't kids anymore. Real, bloody jail had their names personalized on two cells.
If ghosts could touch people, and the person could actually feel it, the very next day if Abrianna was still breathing she'd be whincing in pain. Alice had an invisible hold over her chest, her solid-looking hand pressed up against her collar bone. Abri could easily push forward and through it, but she acted vulnerable. Not practially vulnerable, she had her girlie fighting will. Girlie, big mistake. She'd fought uncountable times at school, she had her wills.
The voices on the opposite side of the door were rough, almost as if a war was about to take place. Or worse, the police had broken an entry. Wouldn't she be 'captured', or let alone 'caught' by now? Or should she fake dead? Only to be buried under a carp of stinky blue plastic and mud. The air had grown tightly, fitting like a heavy weight on her shoulders, pounding down on her chest harder than the ghastly Alice would ever be capable of.
Damn. What if it was a ghost making those noises? False alarm, eh? No. The frantic banging came from nothing but the sound of a panicked human being. Someone. A spy? Someone to look for them, pretend like they were just here to help, then turn their backs and be the little tattle tales that everyone had become to be. If they saw the old sheets that scattered the dusty front room, they'd think otherwise that something utterly inappropriate was happening. If only her dear Aunt Lovette hadn't thrown them elsewhere when she purchased the new, pale sky blue bed covers under her forged title, Sarah Lee.
When she had arrived with three huge cardboard boxes only the day before, Abrianna had bruise-like circles under her eyes when she went fourty-eight hours without sleep nor rest. Aunt Lovette almost dropped unconciess with grief, thinking her poor little neice was being more negleted alone than with the parents she had once believed loved her. Michael appeared in a flash, but sorrowfully even Abri felt her own knees buckle when her own aunt accused him for torturing her. Poor Michael, always the center of problems he had no control of entering unprotected. Thankfully enough she grew to like him enough to leave them alone for five hours straight. Making sure her own husband, Dr. John of the mercy hostpital where both of them were employeed, wasn't missing out on her presance.
The voices, the lyrics. All coming from the person or group of people waiting for explainations. Maybe it was a few students wandering the woods selling pot to any living, breathing animal or kid. It was someone familiar, she could more easily hear when Alice faded to investigate. She returned with a poof beside her, kneeling next to her bed like she was a sickly patient waiting on her last seconds of air. One name caught her attention behind her petite friend's babbling explaination. Alison Hendrix.
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