name: Jesse
age: sshtisasecret.
gender: female
years of experience: 4

BACK TO BASICS&&

name: Katarina Erin Black
nickname: Kat, Kitty
age: 18
gender: female fatale xD
sexual orientation: straight
race: werewolf
blood: pure werewolf
sin: --

LOOK INTO THE MIRROR&&

celebrity: Sophia Bush
picture:

height:5"7
weight: 65 kg
eye colour: light hazel
hair colour: dark chocolate brown
heritage: Caucasian
half Italian on her mother's side & half English from her fathers side
tattoos: a honey bee on her inner left hip bone
piercings: 1 in each ear, 1 in her navel
flaws:

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Greed, she definitely has more than her fair share of it although it doesn’t exactly take her life over. Kat believes that the world is pretty much there for the taking, and she fully intends on having her cake and eating it. She wants it all. Power, a lover, popularity, acceptance, respect...and she won't hesitate to trample over even those she loves in order to get what she wants.

Which leads me onto arrogance. As a lycan, she knows she is something that's without a doubt worth looking at with the whole supernatural beauty thing going on. She thinks of herself as better than others, such as the vampires, and those pathetic humans whom she shares her school with don't even qualify as another race. They're just wonderful little toys that she can play with at their expense, mere pawns in this game. She underestimates both the vampires and humans, and it is likely to be her downfall one day.

So although she believes herself to be one of the greatest pretenders in the world, she's really not the nicest of people. It has happened too many times that someone thinks that they have gotten close to her, when she leaves them to go hang with someone who's supposedly 'better'. Her friends mostly aren't genuine so apart from her parents and the pack there's quite probably not many who care for her and next to none that would die for her.

Kat can sometimes get a little too reckless, and bite off more than she can chew. She forgets that being a wolf doesn't mean that she's invincible.

Some vamp chicks get catty about the amount of food she eats and snicker that she's fat. She pretends not to listen but she can't help but doubt herself - so [as I go into more detail below] she works out a lot. Maybe this one can be called a little insecurity.

Lastly, when she gets really down she tends to go a little over the top with the drinking. Usually she's content but if something really bad ever happened e.g. her brother Ash died, someone managed to break her heart, she'd have a serious danger of turning into an alcoholic.

overall appearance:

Kat stands at 5"7. Her complexion is deceivingly pale, as you'll notice that if she goes anywhere near the sun she tans easily so that her skin is a light tan colour. Her hair is a deep, intense chocolate brown colour although in the summer it has a lovely red tint. It falls down in the slightest waves to over her shoulders. When she was little she wasn't allowed to cut it and it went down to her ankles so as a joke the pack started calling her 'Rapunzel' till at last she cut it as an act of vengeance just like a boy. It did eventually, as can be seen, grow back ^^

Her eyes set her apart from the humans, and to other wolves and vampires they scream that she isn't only slightly rebellious looking human she seems to be. They're a light expressive hazel, framed slightly by some of her brown locks falling over them which she often brushes away impatiently. The shade of them changes according to her mood. So, if she's feeling absolutely ecstatic they lighten until they're like a liquid gold. If she's livid and in one heck of a mood, then they darken to a cold hard agate.

Her fangs fit easily into her mouth, and are small, canine-like almost. They're not spilling out of her mouth in an ungainly way like a lot of vamps, because they are made for ripping and tearing apart instead of biting and sucking one major hiccy.

Her body is lean && slim, as although she eats like a truckload of food her high metabolism means she keeps at an even weight. During at around the age of 13 when she began to mature, she started shooting up like a bean stalk and got her curves. She started worrying that she was fat, and the comments that some of the vamps were making which she was pretending to ignore wasn't helping any. So she began to work out a lot, every day in the school gym and then out with the forces of nature. All that has given her body tones, defined muscles which are strong but still feminine and not unattractively so.

Kat’s clothes don’t have a particular style to them. She’ll wear anything that she likes, regardless if it’s supposed to mean that she belongs to a certain ‘clique’ or not though thankfully the school doesn’t have to seem a lot of those. One day you’ll see her wearing a pink flouncy miniskirt, the next black skinny jeans and heels – what she wears is unpredictable, whatever she feels like. Her parents certainly have the money to pay for it.


BE YOURSELF&&

likes:

*chocolate
*boys
*music
*fighting {play or real, fun either way}
*writing {her secret passion}
*swimming
*make up
*mirrors
*her cell
*the sun
*acting
*movies
*gossip
*secrets
*shopping
*partying
*kissing
*strangers
*fresh air
*alcohol

dislikes:

*cheaters {at games}
*liars
*preps
*fakes
*winter
*drug addicts
*mirrors
*tea
*awkward silences
*rudeness
*thoughts of death
*hurting friends
*goths
*being vulnerable
*being ill
*science
*candy
*shit jokes
*bad make up
*not getting what she wants

strengths:
* good at English class
* acting
* physically fit
* is a good speaker so people actually listen to her
* can do wonders with makeup [make you look like anything from a clown to a supermodel]
* can climb any tree, she’s been practising ever since she could first stand up [though of course she failed till she was 6 or so and could jump high enough]
* stakes. Her family taught her how to kill a vampire as soon as she was able to comprehend the idea of death. She gradually began to catch on and now her aim with a stake is pretty damn good. She’ll hit 4 targets out of 5 though the odds are more even if it’s a running target.

weaknesses:
* totally flunking science, all three of them
* has an odd fascination with silver. It’s pretty and more attractive to her than gold. She wants to find a way to overcome that weakness one day, it’d be a fabulous breakthrough for lycans everywhere.
* blue eyes. She can’t help but instantly start flirting with someone if they have killer blue eyes.
* tell her she’s fat, she’ll totally freak out.
* rumors. Just because it’s on the rumor mill she’ll probably think it’s true so it’d be the perfect way to set a trap.
* alcohol.

overall personality:

Kat is mischievous, and she absolutely loves to play games of all sorts. Flirting is one that leads to all sorts of trouble and she doesn’t care if it’s a boy or a girl – greed once again, she doesn’t see why she can’t have the beauty of both. She knows that some people would talk if she did have a girlfriend, but she wouldn’t keep it a secret oh no, she’d flaunt it; it would be more of an experiment than anything else though as she's pretty straight and knows she could only fall in love with someone who's a guy through and through. Trying to kill each other is another favourite game of hers. She’s bold as well as reckless so she’s never really thought about the consequences although if something bad actually did happen she’d learn to clean up fast. Throwing you off a seven story high balcony? Fencing with silver rapiers, playing with bombs – hilarious, really.

She loves to party, and the night is definitely one of her favourite times to be up. Of course there are the usual fears even her parents have for her – kidnapping, rapists, etc. But she knows how to handle herself, and doesn’t go anywhere without at the very least a pencil. Pencils can be more dangerous than you’d imagine. She’s stubborn, and if in an argument will keep up at her point till she’s won. She’d only give it up if it meant she’d gain something by doing that. She’s very overprotective of her little sister Callisto because she thinks she’s vulnerable and not so willing to fight as she is.

Kat is adventurous, always on the lookout for excitement or new people to keep her interested. She tends to drift slowly apart from those she already does know. Gossip is a small fuel for that, and she just has to know what’s going down. Half the rumours were helped along by her and occasionally she will start a few say about a rival of hers. Her arrogance is well known, but not to the full extent and she normally disguises it by laughing it off. If you had one wish, what would it be? Everything && anything would be Kat’s immediate and natural answer. She looks like the type who’d rob a bank just for fun, and her family is well off so it wouldn’t even be like she needed the money. She’d just wanted it, which would be reason enough for her.

CAN'T RUN FROM YOUR PAST&&

parents:
- Alessandra Anne Summers, Italian Wolf, mother
- Ainsley Jonathon Black, English Wolf, father
siblings:
Jeremiah Black - Wolf - Big Brother
Callisto Black - Wolf - Little Sister
other:
Parker Stevens - Wolf - Cousin
pets: --
overall history: [at least four paragraphs; six - eight paragraphs each minimum]

Katarina Erin Black was born on the 6th of April, on a warm spring day to two very happy parents. As anyone would be, they were ecstatic to be having their very first child. It was a celebration of life and adding one more number to their family, something special as they believed that blood was thicker than water any day. They cooed over the hospital bed like any human parents would have done, making comments such as what lovely hazel eyes she had although the dark hair must have come from her father…and so on. As a result of being the first and only child until Ash came along, she was spoiled quite a lot which is probably part of the reason she’s as arrogant as she is.

Her parents are far more tolerating than others, and give her a lot more freedom than a normal teenager would have. They themselves were married to each other for connections and money but grew to love each other in time and she has learned from their example that love is real – she just doesn’t think it’s necessary. She grew up in a fairly cherished way, not wanting for anything and being free to make her own choices. Her family wasn’t the richest around, but her father Ainsley had a well paying job and her mother inherited a small fortune when her grandparents died so they’re all fairly well off. She was taught the vampires, although they too had fangs and far superior to humans, were nothing but scum and would never be anything else. They brought in a professional trainer when they believed she was ready.

At around 6 years old the trainer began to teach her how to throw a stake right at the target from various distances. They started off with pencils and dartboards but soon found that she had a talent for it and so progressed onto bigger things. She doesn’t actually know that she doesn’t have to kill unlike all the other wolves, and didn’t have a lot of contact with the other lycan Sins. So till this day she doesn’t know that. Killing is something which she treats as casual. She doesn’t make it a habit but will carry it out with no regrets if she must.

Kindergarten was supposed to be a carefree world but she did see some vampire children there. They kept back from each other as if both were unsure how to act. Then as Kat was walking by [the younger] she tripped, and when she looked up angrily to see who’d done it there was nobody but the vampires by her. From there, it began as a petty irritation and rivalry and grew to a full blown hate, fueled by the terrible things the wolves told her about vampires. She doesn’t know all of the vampires in town, but that doesn’t stop her giving them a death glare each time she passes them by in the hallways of their school even if they’re a sin.

REVAMPING.

ALL I NEED IS THE REST&&

secret word: fallen angel
other characters on this site?: Ashleigh Garnet && Matthew Valentine && Daniel Grace && Damien Wolfe
anything else?: nope
sample roleplay:
{old thread, this site, this charrie}


The full moon was a gorgeous thing in her opinion.

That beautiful waxing phenomenon hanging so high up in the sky was better than any of the stars which twinkled down, because although they were all special each in their own right they seemed dull in comparison. Maybe it was because it was in her nature, her genes, but the moon seemed to have a kind of allure to it that nothing else did out of all of God's creations. God. Well she wasn't too sure whether she believed in him or not, and she knew that her parents had taken the firm stance of being agnostics. There were some old wolf legends and gods which people had once worshipped but those were all a long time ago and she believed that although she would respect them, they belonged with myths and legends of people like Zues and Hera, Jupiter and those old time gods that were now commonly accepted as religions that had nothing to do with science. Science was something that made no sense to her either, that was the problem. If someone actually took the time to explain it to her then yes it all made perfect sense to her but nobody did and her own science teacher, particularly her Chemistry one, didn't do a thing for her. She doubted whether they themselves understood the subject let alone had qualifications good enough to be expected to be able to teach it to a class full of teenagers who all had better things to do anyway, unless for some odd reason they were genuinely interested and wanted to learn.

Kat knew that some people didn't like wolves. They liked them about as much as they liked the thought of someone driving that familiar sharp wooden stake through their heart - usually it was the vampires that had a problem with wolves being around and she wasn't going to lie and say that the feeling wasn't mutual. She did have friends amongst the bloodsuckers but that didn't mean that when she first got told that she was going to come here that she was jumping for joy at the thought of having to share the same air, living and even breathing space with them. Wait. Scratch that last part, they didn't need to breathe so at least there was that one small comfort of them not tainting her air. She didn't know what it was about them but whenever she was with them there was just something a little...well...off. Harper, Nicolette, Christa - all of them were good, nice people that she didn't have any reason to distrust at all. But years of being told that they were lazyass, selfish, out of control walking corpses didn't change, not just like that. She didn't have quite the same bias as the rest of her family, otherwise she would never have been able to stand coming to this school although she knew that Jacob did. She didn't blame him for it. Heck, even something about their scent was off. They smelled...well, fucking weird. A mixture of rotting meat, blood, and carbonic soap. So usually she just had to ignore the highly trained sense of scent otherwise it would drive her crazy. There was only one exception to this and that happened to be Parker. Parker was her cousin and the girl wasn't even full vampire, otherwise of course they wouldn't have been related - no she was a half blood, perfectly half lycan and half vampire. She didn't smell so bad at all, and she was one of those people that she actually cared whether they lived or died...or ceased existing as vampires were kind of already dead. Whatever.

Which brings us to the next question; just what exactly does a werewolf smell life? Thing was that there's no actual answer to that - nothing that you could pinpoint to one thing in particular, anyway. Having a scent of your own was a lot like having your own fingerprint - nobody else in the whole wide world shared the same smell as you. No one. Apparently she herself smelt like some kind of mixture of cinnamon and hot chocolate, something that she didn't mind at all. But then again others not so kind had said that she smelt like stale meat that was mouldy on the inside...that was offensive in the extreme, but as that particular comment hadn't been from a packmate she settled for beating the crap out of them and leaving it at that. Being a werewolf was completely natural to her - she'd been born with it, after all. The whole package, looks, supernatural senses, telepathy with others from her race...she appreciated it when she remembered that not everyone was so lucky. She didn't understand people like that one she had met recently, Steph Soltice. The guy was a wolf himself and yet he was disgusted with what he was, had even gone so far as to call it being a 'mutant'. He was pathetic. How you couldn't value your own skills was beyond her. She loved the power that being in wolf form gave her, the only time that she ever truly felt like she was able to roam around free. In fact, that was what she had done many times in the past although the change itself she preferred to make alone.

So, back to the here and now commonly referred to as the present. The brunette was sitting down leaning back on a trunk, shivering slightly as she was bare ass naked like the boys in the crib, Romulus and Remus. That was one of her favourite stories, from her motherland although she had always found it incredible that the mother wolf didn't just eat them instead of accepting them as another two of her babes and feeding them her milk. She was cold, but that was understandable as she had had to strip down. The clothes that she had come in were now all tied together in a bundle in the branches of this very tree. She loved her clothes and refused to part with any of them, god forbid it being shredded into bits when she Changed so she had come prepared. She had been here a while now and was waiting....waiting...

Now. The moonlight filtering through the dark green forest leaves had at last gotten to her and she stood up, ready for it as the pale light washed over her and the effects began to take place. Her breath caught in her throat slightly as hair began to sprout out from the many roots deep within her skin, at first fine baby like hairs which then darkened and thickened to a coarse texture as they emerged all over her body. Her hands began to curve, fingers sticking together as they merged into one whilst the nails lengthened to a lethally sharp point. Paws and claws, watch out Little Red Riding Hood. The muscles which had always been there just underneath the surface rippled as if in a wave before beginning to swell up to practically watermelon size and she stifled cries of pain as she dropped onto all fours; the bones in her body were lengthening, some breaking and twisting to form a new structure and her inner vocal chords at last found a way of expressing her deep relief at having gotten this change over and done with.

At about the same time as another howl was heard throughout the forest, Kat's voice joined it in perfect harmony with her own howl at a slightly higher pitch and making a nice contrast to the male lycans. It went on and on, until she had gotten it all out of her system. She stood there on four legs, chest heaving slightly as she panted. Intelligent warm hazel orbs hinted that perhaps this wasn't just an ordinary wolf, if you couldn't already tell from the crazy huge size of her. She tilted her head to one side as if listening for something that nobody else could hear, pointy ears perking up. She lay low, stealthily moving on the forest floor and began to run all the while constantly aware of her surroundings and planning her next step so that she didn't break a twig or something that would alert him to her presence. At last, she had found him. He was only about a couple feet away from her and the only thing hiding him from her was the bushes and undergrowth. There was one other wolf in the area, somewhere on the opposite side of her but she ignored it for now as her attention was focused elsewhere. She moved slower now with the intention of surprising him until all of a sudden, her feminine body was flying through the air much higher than any normal wolf's could have done and pounced on Jacob Danvers.