Post by piccola on Apr 24, 2009 14:47:36 GMT -5
Name:
Piccola Jaye Anders
Alias:
Piccola, Pic
Sex:
Female
Sexuality:
Bisexual
Race:
Werewolf
Age:
26
Height:
5'5"
Weight:
130 lbs
Occupation:
Bartender
Weapon(s):
Colt Anaconda .44 Magnum
Accessories:
(None of note)
Appearance:
Piccola is lovely in an odd sort of way. She has your traditional sensual lips, high cheekbones, and piercing grey eyes, but there is a strange hauntedness about her that offsets such beauty. Her pretty hair, long and wavy, often seems to change color, ranging from chestnut brown, to ashen auburn, to vivid red. Her eyes are protuberant, glassy, and always ringed with blue and purple circles, giving her a tired and anemic look that does not entirely dampen her lovely glance. Her fingers are delicate, long and spindly, often quite graceful in their dance across the countertops while pouring and mixing at the bar. She is neither very tall nor very short, settling around the 5'5" mark and weighing in at a pleasantly plump 130 lbs, most of the weight in her hips and breasts.
Clothing is never much of an issue for her. She wears flattering, but non-revealing couture, nothing fancy or obviously poor. Sweaters and jeans, t-shirts and skirts, and unlike most women, she seems only to own a handful of pairs of shoes instead of an entire closetful.
Personality:
Piccola is quiet and respectful, especially at work. She is demure, sweet, and can often be rather kind to those she sees as deserving it. Her dislike for certain races does not show when she serves them; she treats every patron with equal respect and grace.
Mostly she keeps to herself. She lives alone, with no pets, but a bevy of plants instead to keep her company. The reason for this is that she fears for any living creature that may enter her apartment during the full moon. She keeps herself locked up and chained during that time of the month, which explains her unhealthy and anemic appearance -- she doesn't get her intake of blood and human flesh like she so needs.
Appealing Characteristics:
Pretty (in a strange ethereal way)
Creative and enthusiastic (when it comes to alcohol, at least)
Looks quite cute when biting her lip
Appalling Characteristics:
Dislikes her state of being
Scatterbrained
Chew on her nails
Likes:
Appletinis
Dancing
Photography
Dislikes:
Vampires
Lycans
Stupid drunks
Fears:
The full moon
Any inhuman race
Spiders
Strengths:
Intelligent and witty
Good knowledge of firearms and self-defense maneuvers
Can mix a mean martini
Weaknesses:
Quiet
Victim mentality
Judgmental
Powers/Abilities:
In Human Form:
Superhuman strength
Heightened senses
In Wolf Form:
Superhuman strength
Heightened senses
Claws and fangs
Haunting howl
History:
There isn't much exciting to say about Piccola and her past. She was abandoned as an orphan and raised by the local Werewolf and Lycan community -- only after she had been raised by the humans and found out to be a little beast once a month. Perhaps she was born from humans, but she will never know.
Piccola was never very fond of the idea of being a beast, or a hunter, or even a very successful humanoid. She learned to tend bar as she got older, and managed to secure a position at the local pub. Overall, she keeps her muzzle out of everyone's business, and tries her best to live as a "free human", although everyone knows better than that.
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