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[size=9pt]NAME »[/size]
Alex Samantha Watson
[size=9pt]NICKNAME(S) »[/size]
Alex. Nothing else is acceptable bar, perhaps, Watson.
[size=9pt]GENDER »[/size]
Female.
[size=9pt]AGE »[/size]
26.
[size=9pt]DATE OF BIRTH »[/size]
12 October.
[size=9pt]SEXUALITY »[/size]
Pansexual.
[size=9pt]SPECIES »[/size]
Werewolf.
[size=9pt]PACK »[/size]
Styrka.
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[size=9pt]WRITTEN DESCRIPTION »[/size]
Alex could be considered pretty, although she would never admit to it herself. Standing proud at 5'11, she's of a slender stature. Pale skin is marked with spots, freckles and pockmarks along her face and yet she still gives the impression of beauty, unconventionally so with no pretense of flawlessness. Short blonde hair curls around her face in what is seemingly always a mess, fringe always brushed carelessly to one side of her face. Blue/grey eyes cut into anyone who crosses her, occasionally soft in the moments she's dealing with the pups or her pack as a whole. Her mouth is full and pink, hiding teeth of a pearly white hue. Her left canine is somewhat chipped, and her lips themselves always have some sort of cut on them - be it from her nervous chewing, or her excessive amounts of fighting. A multitude of scars cast a spiderweb across her body, her torso holding the worst of it. There, there is a network of scars and injuries, and her arms show the brunt of her drug abuse. Cheekbones high and bags consistently showing beneath her eyes, she holds herself proud and tall - confident, despite many of her flaws.
[size=9pt]HEIGHT »[/size]
5''11
[size=9pt]WEIGHT »[/size]
143lbs
[size=9pt]HAIR COLOR »[/size]
Blonde.
[size=9pt]EYE COLOR »[/size]
Blue/grey.
[size=9pt]SKIN TONE »[/size]
White.
[size=9pt]FUR COLOR»[/size]
A light shade of grey along the back and face, with a white underbelly and legs.
[size=9pt]BODY MODIFICATIONS »[/size]
A tattoo along her side of a pheonix. Another tattoo on her wrist of her father's name.
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[size=9pt]PERSONALITY »[/size]
Alex has a personality that is... explosive, to say the least. There is seldom a dull moment when the woman is around. While seemingly quiet to anyone who doesn't know her very well, once she becomes closer to you you wish the former was true.
She could talk the ear off of anyone who allows her to, babbling incessantly about anything under the sun in order to fill the silence. Her voice can become rather loud as she becomes passionate about things, never keeping still - she has something of a nervous tic, constantly messing with her hands and fidgeting. The woman simply can't stand still, forever active unless there's a book in her hands or she's taking one of her lengthy naps. There's good reason for this, however.
Alex can't stand the silence. It's filled with far too much grief, too many bad memories. It allows her mind to wander, and that is the last thing she wants. Most who know her understand this, if not entirely - she is rather private. She keeps her own business to herself and she likes it that way. She sees no need to let others in.
She can be a rather compassionate woman - with a level of empathy that surprises even herself sometimes, she has quite the soft interior. Harsh words hide a heart aching underneath, her fighting merely her way of lashing out for all that was done to her. She would never lash out on her pack however - they are what she feels to be the only family she'll ever have, and she would never jeopardize that. She already lost her family once before. She never wants to go back to that.
[size=9pt]LIKES »[/size]
- Getting what she wants.
- Fighting for what she wants. Not necessarily through fists or claws - words are sufficient.
- Long, undisturbed naps.
- Music. All music - classical, metal, pop, rock, country, jazz. You name it, she's listened to it.
- Video games.
- Animals.
- Respect.
- Manners.
- People who know what they want.
- Strength.
- Determination.
- Ambition.
- Reading.
[size=9pt]DISLIKES »[/size]
- Not getting what she wants.
- Indecisive people.
- Morons.
- Threats to her pack and to her friends.
- Losing.
- Unnecessarily cruel people.
- People who won't stand up for themselves, even against her.
- Weakness.
- Heights.
- Ignorance.
- Bad manners.
- Drugs/Alcohol/Other such substances.
- Mentioning her father.
[size=9pt]STRENGTHS »[/size]
- Can most certainly hold her own in a fight.
- Intelligent, very much so.
- Capable of getting what she wants.
- Loyal.
- Strong.
- Determined.
[size=9pt]WEAKNESSES »[/size]
- Can get too emotional, it gets in the way of her judgement frequently.
- Rather hypocritical - will tell someone not to do something, and then go and do it herself.
- Impulsive.
- Reckless.
- Hot-tempered.
- Can be rather childish.
- Has a history of substance abuse, particularly of the drug variety. Still recovering.
- Harsh.
- Consistently gets herself into bad situations by not keeping her mouth shut.
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[size=9pt]HISTORY »[/size]
Alex has a rather tragic background, although she never allows anyone to know any more than what they absolutely need to.
Born in Glasgow, the childhood years of her life was a happy one. She grew up as a single child with only her father as a parent, her mother having left her as a babe. She never missed her mother however - her father was more than enough for her. He did everything he could for Alex, from reading her a bedtime story every night to paying for anything to give her more opportunities in life. He was the one who encouraged her to develop her skills with music, forever proud of her and her talents. She adored him with all of her heart, and he adored her.
Of course, seldom do good things ever last for long. At the age of twelve her father was taken from her - they had travelled alone, their own pack unto themselves. They didn't mingle well with others, but a pack seemed to take this as a threat. They slaughtered her father before her very eyes, and her, weak and nothing but a child, could do nothing but watch. That was the very day she became a fighter, the very day she closed her heart off to anyone at all.
Fleeing the scene as a coward would, she eventually found refuge in her current pack. They took her in, took care of her, and trained her to be stronger. A fighter. At the age of sixteen she eventually ventured away to find the pack that killed her father. She found them far north, and killed them all. No remorse, no fear - she was a machine, and she hated it.
Upon her return she found great solace in a member of her pack by the name of Darren. They grew closer over time, and by the age of eighteen he was her mate. They did everything together, utterly inseparable. They were due to be wed when they turned 21, but alas it was not to be. As they were going hunting one day a human came across them. This human, stupid and drunk, took out his gun and shot Darren where he stood, obviously thinking of him to be a dangerous beast in his wolf form. Alex's world shattered then, and the pieces fell as, over the next few days, she realised she was pregnant.
Blind with grief and the loss of her love, this child was the only thing she had left, and it wasn't long before she lost that too. Only a few days later did she awaken to find the blood on her sheets, and she knew. Her child was gone, and she was well and truly alone.
All of this, her heartache and grief, made her turn to drug abuse. It was only a few months ago that she finally got herself off of the substances with the aid of her pack - and she's trying desperately not to look back since. Her pack is her family now, and she refuses to allow anything to come between her and protecting them. While her heart remains broken from all of the tragedy she has been through, she's slowly but surely healing.
All of her tragedy merely made her stronger.
[size=9pt]FROM »[/size]
Scotland, Glasgow.
[size=9pt]KIN »[/size]
Father - deceased
Mother - not in contact
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[size=9pt]RELATIONSHIP STATUS »[/size]
Single.
[size=9pt]CRUSH »[/size]
Available.
[size=9pt]BOYFRIEND / GIRLFRIEND »[/size]
N/A
[size=9pt]SPOUSE / MATE »[/size]
N/A
[size=9pt]CHILDREN »[/size]
One miscarriage. Never tried again.
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[size=9pt]FEARS »[/size]
- Losing any more people she's close to.
- Going back on drugs.
- Being kicked from the pack for whatever reason.
- Dying alone.
- Becoming the way she used to be.
[size=9pt]DREAMS »[/size]
- Building a family of her own.
- Protecting the pack for as long as she can.
- Recording some of her music.
- Becoming sober for over a year.
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[size=9pt]FACECLAIM »[/size]
Scarlett Johanson
[size=9pt]THEME SONG »[/size]
N/A
[size=9pt]PLOT IDEAS »[/size]
None currently.
[size=9pt]ROLEPLAY SAMPLE »[/size]
"Hurry up, loser!" Alex yelled, giggling like a schoolgirl as she threw her clothes on. She felt genuinely happy, still a new thing for her since the loss of her father. She had Darren to be thankful to, for this fluttering in her heart and the joy in her chest just begging to be allowed to burst out. Buttoning up her shirt with a speed that comes only from excitement, she bounced around the house, utterly impatient to get out there into the world.
"Come on!" She groaned, rolling her eyes as Darren padded out of their bedroom, rubbing sleep from his eyes as he gave a loud yawn. "The forest will still be there in five minutes." He huffed, moving towards where his t-shirt was thrown from last night. He refused to get into fresh clothes until he showered after the hunt. "Why so impatient?"
"Why so slow?" She retorted, hopping up on the counter and swinging her legs impatiently as the man, - her love, - got dressed. He gave her a sharp glare at that, but the corners of his lips twitched upwards in an amused sort of fashion, not truly irritated.
A few more minutes later and they were both ready, stepping out of their house with squinted eyes as the sunlight beamed down on them. Alex took her love's hand, leading him towards the forest in her usual domineering way as she grew more impatient. "You're hot when you're impatient." Darren joked, and Alex gave a light slap to his arm as she rolled her eyes. "Idiot." She mumbled, her cheeks flaring as her heart began doing cartwheels in her chest. It wasn't long before they were safely away from any and all civilization - they began the shift, Alex with a bit more difficulty than Darren. It always hurt her a little, but it was worth it to feel the adrenaline. The dirt beneath her paws, the feel of her claws sinking into her prey, the vividness of it all. She loved animals, but she loved the hunt just as much.
They made their way along the forest, careful steps in order not to alert any prey. She could smell so much like this, - she knew there was a deer not too far to her left, and with a quick nod to Darren she turned towards it. The sharp sound of a branch breaking alerted the three however, and Alex's head snapped around sharply to face the culprit. Yellow eyes narrowing, her hackles raised as she saw a human. She turned to Darren, about to gesture to flee, when a loud, drunken roar and the awful sound of a gunshot filled her ears.
Time seemed to move in slow motion as Darren dropped, the blood spraying from what had been his face. He didn't even have time to whimper, dead upon impact, and the howl Alex let out was filled with sorrow and regret. She nuzzled his body gently, still warm, trying to get him to move. Wake up, was all she could think. Please wake up.
As the gun was aimed towards her, others of her pack jumped from behind the trees, running to the sound of her howl. Growls echoes around her as they surveyed the scene, and the drunkard turned and fled before any could get the chance to attack. Alex took no heed of this however - her muzzle was pressed into his pelt, taking in the scent of him, now mangled from blood and dirt. She stayed like that - for minutes, hours, days, she didn't know. But there she stayed, mourning him.
There she stayed, until she could stay no longer.
[size=9pt]COMMENTS OR QUESTIONS »[/size]
N/A.
[size=9pt]OTHER »[/size]
Alpha Female - at least three paragraphs.
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