Post by Evangeline Riot on Aug 15, 2013 19:21:38 GMT
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The Basics
Name: Evangeline Riot
Nickname/Other names: Angel
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Hometown: Boston, MA
Canon: Angel
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The Outside and the In
Face Claim/PB: Elisha Cuthbert
Appearance: A a dog things were much easier, fur and collars, that was all one had to worry about- Well, if you were a housepet that is. In this human-y form though there's hair to be styled, clothes to be worn and accessories a plenty. Style wise Evan falls into a sort of punk rock vibe with bracelets and converse, tight ripped jeans and scrappy tops. When it comes to natural appearance Evan sports cropped blonde hair and startlingly blue eyes. She stands at a smallish 5'4” and weighs in at 120 pounds. She is slightly curvy though sports more of an athletic body which she thinks is a lifestyle thing, though as she can't remember much she can't say for certain.
Personality: Evangeline carries with her most of the traits which made Angel, Angel. She doesn't remember exactly what happened though upon arriving here she does know a few choice facts- but back to that later. A loyal companion she will be true to those close to her no matter what. Put her life on the line? She'll do it for you if you hold a place in her heart. Getting that close will take a bit of effort. Not trusting easily comes with the territory of being second hand in a junkyard pack. You don't just let anyone close to you because you can be seriously hurt in the end if you don't watch your step and choose your friends wisely. Scrappy and small that she is, she puts up a big, biiiiig front of being able to hold her own alone. While this is true, it is only so to a point. Evan is not easily frightened, nor does she back down easily when an obstacle is put before her. She will give it her all to accomplish what she desires, even if it means getting hurt along the way.
Quick witted and snappy, she is likely to toss an insult at you, though disguise it as mere play. A wearer of metaphorical masks she can be what you desire so long as it gets her what she wants in the end. As a canine she desired a home and a family, as a person, she wishes for the same. She wants someone to love her for who she really is, not for the front she puts up, though it is not likely that she would disclose this information to anyone but herself. She may, at some point, take a younger being or two under her wing as she cares for those with less than she- but don't you dare think of that as a weakness. She is tough, she is strong and she doesn't need you. Don't you forget it.
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Right Up to that Key Moment
History: In her past Angel was adopted by a family who fed her, paid her lots of attention and adored her. She lived there a few months before the lady of the house delivered a child. After that everything changed. She remembers the face of her little master through the rain when they left her on the side of the road. He was crying and she felt the sadness and fear well up in her chest as her tail went between her legs. She cowered for a while under an overhanging ledge waiting. She was hopeful they would come back for her. She knew they would because she loved them, and thy loved her too.
Angel waited under that ledge, in that spot, for two days. She didn't leave for fear of missing them when they came for her. When the dawn of the second day hit hunger was eating away at her belly and her throat was dry as dust. On shaking, wobbly legs she forced herself forward and away. Her hope and dreams of what could have been, gone.
For a while she roamed about near feral in her misery, snapping and lunging at others who came too close, she couldn't trust humans. They lied, they left you to die and didn't care. It wasn't until she was discovered by Buster of the Junkyard Dogs that things began to look up and the true Angel began to show. He showed her compassion and told her of all the things she was capable of. She could do anything. With a whine and a wagging tail she could get anything and everything she wanted from the humans. She could have a full belly every day of the week if she turned her frown upside down.
By taking the advice of the JYD alpha Angel quickly moved up the ranks in the pack until she sat by his side as his second in command. It was Buster who helped her become what and who she was, and although he could be hard to take at times, he give her a will to live and thrive which she owes him and is thankful for.
Key Moment: Angel was roaming with the Junkyard Dogs look for breakfast. She had just knocked over a trashcan after coming near nose to nose with a housepet (Scamp) looking for an adventure outside of his gated yard. After teasing him a few moments she headed away and back to the junkyard and Buster though lost consciousness before she reached her destination.
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A Roleplaying Shift
RP Sample: At first all she saw was the sun. It blazed down and into her eyes as she slowly opened them and blinked. Groggy and confused the girl stood on wobbly legs, glancing around at the near empty street of a downtown area. Shifting forward she stumbled and collapsed to her knees, hands planting on the pavement- Wait, what? Blinking the girl scrambled back startled and confused. Hands? Were were her feet? What happened to her paws!? Sounding a squeak of alarm she stared as she waved hr nimble fingers around. What was going on? Where was she?
All of a sudden there were humans in black suits. They approached, one in particular, a woman, stepped forward with her gloved hands out, "Hey, hey now, are you alright? Miss, what's your name?" She questioned as she made a move to help her up though Angel scampered back with a growl- but it wasn't. It wasn't a growl, it sounded like a human grumble which was all the more alarming.
Blinking, wide eyed, her facial expression turned down as her brows furrowed and her eyes narrowed, "Get away from me human." She snarled. Things were wrong. So wrong. She couldn't smell or hear as well, her eyesight was different. So much colour and- and- "What is going on? What happened to me? Where am I?" She questioned the woman. Anger turned to grief and anxiety. What had happened?
"We're here to help you figure that out miss. First we need to know who you are." The woman spoke again. Her tone was gentle, she had done this countless times now. These shifters popping up more frequently.
"I-I don't-" She began shaking her head. Hands moved up to where her pointed ears should be and she felt soft human hair, strange things on the side of her head- human ears. Who was she? She couldn't remember. She just knew this wasn't her- not really. Pulling on her hair she put her head in her hands, "Angel. My name is Angel." She stated. Although she wasn't watching the woman spoke into a device and whispered her name. She knew of this one from a children's movie. A small yellow dog- but not any more.
"Okay Angel, come along with me, we'll bring you to a safe place where you can stay until everything is figured out." Sh noted gently as she offered the blonde woman a hand.
Taking it Angel stood and walked forward, "Are there others? Other like me?" She questioned and the woman nodded once. A frown crept it's way onto her lips. If there were others and she knew them once... She didn't want anyone to see her like this. Her beautiful fur was gone, her keen senses also gone, "I don't want them to know- I-I mean I want to change my name. Can I do that?" She wondered as she walked.
"Yes of course you can." The woman nodded kindly.
"I don't know to what- I want to remember it, not something too hard." She muttered as she stumbled on the way to the vehicle which would take her to the safe place.
"What about Evangeline. It has your name in it so you'll remember, but it is far enough away that others shouldn't guess who you are. And you could go by Evan for a shorter sort of name if you'd like." She offered.
"Evangeline." Angel tried it out before nodding once, "Evan, yes, I like that."
Member Name: Rhiot
Member Age: 21
Other Characters: Nope
Tell us a Little About Yourself!: I'm awesome.
The Basics
Name: Evangeline Riot
Nickname/Other names: Angel
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Hometown: Boston, MA
Canon: Angel
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The Outside and the In
Face Claim/PB: Elisha Cuthbert
Appearance: A a dog things were much easier, fur and collars, that was all one had to worry about- Well, if you were a housepet that is. In this human-y form though there's hair to be styled, clothes to be worn and accessories a plenty. Style wise Evan falls into a sort of punk rock vibe with bracelets and converse, tight ripped jeans and scrappy tops. When it comes to natural appearance Evan sports cropped blonde hair and startlingly blue eyes. She stands at a smallish 5'4” and weighs in at 120 pounds. She is slightly curvy though sports more of an athletic body which she thinks is a lifestyle thing, though as she can't remember much she can't say for certain.
Personality: Evangeline carries with her most of the traits which made Angel, Angel. She doesn't remember exactly what happened though upon arriving here she does know a few choice facts- but back to that later. A loyal companion she will be true to those close to her no matter what. Put her life on the line? She'll do it for you if you hold a place in her heart. Getting that close will take a bit of effort. Not trusting easily comes with the territory of being second hand in a junkyard pack. You don't just let anyone close to you because you can be seriously hurt in the end if you don't watch your step and choose your friends wisely. Scrappy and small that she is, she puts up a big, biiiiig front of being able to hold her own alone. While this is true, it is only so to a point. Evan is not easily frightened, nor does she back down easily when an obstacle is put before her. She will give it her all to accomplish what she desires, even if it means getting hurt along the way.
Quick witted and snappy, she is likely to toss an insult at you, though disguise it as mere play. A wearer of metaphorical masks she can be what you desire so long as it gets her what she wants in the end. As a canine she desired a home and a family, as a person, she wishes for the same. She wants someone to love her for who she really is, not for the front she puts up, though it is not likely that she would disclose this information to anyone but herself. She may, at some point, take a younger being or two under her wing as she cares for those with less than she- but don't you dare think of that as a weakness. She is tough, she is strong and she doesn't need you. Don't you forget it.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Right Up to that Key Moment
History: In her past Angel was adopted by a family who fed her, paid her lots of attention and adored her. She lived there a few months before the lady of the house delivered a child. After that everything changed. She remembers the face of her little master through the rain when they left her on the side of the road. He was crying and she felt the sadness and fear well up in her chest as her tail went between her legs. She cowered for a while under an overhanging ledge waiting. She was hopeful they would come back for her. She knew they would because she loved them, and thy loved her too.
Angel waited under that ledge, in that spot, for two days. She didn't leave for fear of missing them when they came for her. When the dawn of the second day hit hunger was eating away at her belly and her throat was dry as dust. On shaking, wobbly legs she forced herself forward and away. Her hope and dreams of what could have been, gone.
For a while she roamed about near feral in her misery, snapping and lunging at others who came too close, she couldn't trust humans. They lied, they left you to die and didn't care. It wasn't until she was discovered by Buster of the Junkyard Dogs that things began to look up and the true Angel began to show. He showed her compassion and told her of all the things she was capable of. She could do anything. With a whine and a wagging tail she could get anything and everything she wanted from the humans. She could have a full belly every day of the week if she turned her frown upside down.
By taking the advice of the JYD alpha Angel quickly moved up the ranks in the pack until she sat by his side as his second in command. It was Buster who helped her become what and who she was, and although he could be hard to take at times, he give her a will to live and thrive which she owes him and is thankful for.
Key Moment: Angel was roaming with the Junkyard Dogs look for breakfast. She had just knocked over a trashcan after coming near nose to nose with a housepet (Scamp) looking for an adventure outside of his gated yard. After teasing him a few moments she headed away and back to the junkyard and Buster though lost consciousness before she reached her destination.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A Roleplaying Shift
RP Sample: At first all she saw was the sun. It blazed down and into her eyes as she slowly opened them and blinked. Groggy and confused the girl stood on wobbly legs, glancing around at the near empty street of a downtown area. Shifting forward she stumbled and collapsed to her knees, hands planting on the pavement- Wait, what? Blinking the girl scrambled back startled and confused. Hands? Were were her feet? What happened to her paws!? Sounding a squeak of alarm she stared as she waved hr nimble fingers around. What was going on? Where was she?
All of a sudden there were humans in black suits. They approached, one in particular, a woman, stepped forward with her gloved hands out, "Hey, hey now, are you alright? Miss, what's your name?" She questioned as she made a move to help her up though Angel scampered back with a growl- but it wasn't. It wasn't a growl, it sounded like a human grumble which was all the more alarming.
Blinking, wide eyed, her facial expression turned down as her brows furrowed and her eyes narrowed, "Get away from me human." She snarled. Things were wrong. So wrong. She couldn't smell or hear as well, her eyesight was different. So much colour and- and- "What is going on? What happened to me? Where am I?" She questioned the woman. Anger turned to grief and anxiety. What had happened?
"We're here to help you figure that out miss. First we need to know who you are." The woman spoke again. Her tone was gentle, she had done this countless times now. These shifters popping up more frequently.
"I-I don't-" She began shaking her head. Hands moved up to where her pointed ears should be and she felt soft human hair, strange things on the side of her head- human ears. Who was she? She couldn't remember. She just knew this wasn't her- not really. Pulling on her hair she put her head in her hands, "Angel. My name is Angel." She stated. Although she wasn't watching the woman spoke into a device and whispered her name. She knew of this one from a children's movie. A small yellow dog- but not any more.
"Okay Angel, come along with me, we'll bring you to a safe place where you can stay until everything is figured out." Sh noted gently as she offered the blonde woman a hand.
Taking it Angel stood and walked forward, "Are there others? Other like me?" She questioned and the woman nodded once. A frown crept it's way onto her lips. If there were others and she knew them once... She didn't want anyone to see her like this. Her beautiful fur was gone, her keen senses also gone, "I don't want them to know- I-I mean I want to change my name. Can I do that?" She wondered as she walked.
"Yes of course you can." The woman nodded kindly.
"I don't know to what- I want to remember it, not something too hard." She muttered as she stumbled on the way to the vehicle which would take her to the safe place.
"What about Evangeline. It has your name in it so you'll remember, but it is far enough away that others shouldn't guess who you are. And you could go by Evan for a shorter sort of name if you'd like." She offered.
"Evangeline." Angel tried it out before nodding once, "Evan, yes, I like that."
Member Name: Rhiot
Member Age: 21
Other Characters: Nope
Tell us a Little About Yourself!: I'm awesome.