BENEATH HER SKIN HE SEES THROUGH HER SOUL.
empty veins her fortune unfolds.
name/alias:Nicki
age:21
gender:Female
other characters:None
rp experience:About 2 years… Not craploads, but no small feat either.
RISE, RISE FROM THE ASHES.
sink teeth into her, she becomes the cure.
full name:Ariene Dawkins
nicknames:Ari
age:20
gender:Female
species: Lycan
part of a coven or rogue?:Haldane
sexual orientation:Bi
FULL MOON ILLUMINATES THE STREETS.
they march down the allies; the devils parade.
hair color & fur color:Both dark brown
eye color:Brown
height/weight:5’4/130 lbs.
body type:Curvy
most distinct feature:Striking eyes and radiant smile
play-by: Catherine Zeta-Jones
photo: 
TURBULENCE THAT CAUSES DISASTER.
more of the chaos erasing the borders.
likes:The taste of blood
The night sky
Children
Sleep
Animals
A good book
Horror movies (in particular those about werewolves, they make her laugh)
Cherry-flavored lip gloss
Loud music
Dancing
Long, hot baths
Beautiful members of either sex (she especially has a thing for eyes and hair)
Mountains
Travelling
dislikes:Vampires, of course
Commercial television
Killing (unless it’s a vampire)
Disloyalty among the coven
Permanent markers (the smell gives her a massive headache)
People who take advantage of her
People who think they are better than her (unless they have a damned good reason)
Graveyards
fears:Death
Vampires
Removal from the coven
Clowns (childhood fear that she hasn’t quite grown out of yet)
strengths:Unflinching loyalty for those who earn her respect
Speed
Agility
Patience
Determination
Confidence in her abilities and those of the people close to her
weaknesses:Gullible
Physically weaker than most other werewolves
No real fighting experience
Hasn’t fully mastered her cravings and transformation yet
Terrible liar
personality:Ariene is what most people would call an optimist. She looks for the best in people, and because of that tendency she has been taken advantage of more than once. It is usually the job of her true friends to bring those types of things to her attention, since she almost never notices it for herself. It takes a lot to pierce through her naivete. She is the type of person who will keep giving and giving until she has nothing left and she is standing in the snow in her underwear. A bleeding heart to the core, and a wonderful listener for those in need. You will hardly ever see her with a frown on her face.
She shows complete loyalty to those above her in the clan. Which, really, is everyone considering how new she is. The only time Ariene really gets angry is when she hears someone talking about the leaders of the coven behind their backs. She likes to think of herself as one of those people who complains to the people she has a problem with instead of going to those who will only agree with her side of the story and be “yes men.” As yet, she hasn’t had any problems with anyone, but if she ever did she would talk to them about it directly.
Ariene hates to kill her prey when she is feeding. This is the cause of some dislike of her coming from those who live for the hunt and love feeling the life of their victims drain out of them. Some have told her that she will get used to it, but she doesn’t plan to. It is just something that she hates doing, and the fact that she has killed is one of her only regrets about her life so far. It hurt for a while that so many members of the coven looked down on her for this deficiency, until she reminded herself that they hadn’t kicked her out for it. So as much as they might complain about it, they really didn’t mind that much. She works diligently to control her hunger so that she will never be out of control of herself again. Her memories of the dead victims haunt her. That is part of why she relies so heavily on those above her: to help her stay in control and teach her how to transform at will.
THE DARK SIDE IS COMING, THE DARK SIDE IS...
she steps into the dark tonight.
parents: Edward and Olivia Dawkins
siblings: none
history: (paragraph form; at least 4 OR list form with
detailed descriptions of events)
The beginning of Ariene’s story is fairly basic in comparison to many, and honestly not very interesting. Her parents were happily married and kept their daughter as protected from the world as humanly possible. They did not allow her to feel an ounce of pain that was not absolutely necessary. That also meant that she was not allowed to go many places with classmates and experience the joys of teenage rebellion. Still, she had many friends in school, even though more than a few of them were borrowing her notes or copying her homework on a frighteningly regular basis.
Her first kiss wasn’t until she was 16. So when she began to discover that she found both boys and girls attractive, she knew that she had to keep it a secret. It was fairly easy for her, since she was well practiced in keeping secrets. Her only weakness in that respect came if people ever asked her a question about the secret directly, since her ability to lie convincingly is practically nil. But her parents never suspected anything for a moment, so she was safe.
After graduating high school, Ariene befriended a girl named Cheryl. They were practically inseparable for a little over a year. Cheryl was much more experienced in the ways of the world than Ariene, and often teased her about how silly she could be. They even talked about moving in together to save money. Ari thought she had found someone who would be a lifelong friend. She never thought in a million years that she was being lured into a trap by a werewolf and his pet.
A double date. That was what Cheryl told Ariene she was taking her to. And being the trusting person that she was, she followed her best friend without hesitation. The restaurant was quaint, if a little off the beaten track. And Ray was everything Cheryl had told her to expect: charming, handsome, well-spoken, and incredibly funny. Dinner was a whirl and before Ariene knew it he was walking her home. Only they were going the wrong way. As soon as she had begun to suspect anything, Ray delivered a blow to the back of her head and rendered her unconscious.
When Ari came to, she was in a bush a few feet from where she had been walking and had a large bite wound on her neck. Both Cheryl and Ray were dead. Frightened, of course, Ariene began to run as quickly as she could back toward the restaurant. But she wasn’t alone. Three figures appeared as if out of thin air in front of her. Pale skin, elongated fangs… it wasn’t difficult for Ari to imagine what they were. And they looked extremely pissed off about something. One of them charged at her but something large, brown, and furry jumped out of the trees and crushed his skull underfoot. It easily took out the other two vampires as well with its extreme strength, ripping out one’s jaw and breaking the neck of the one that tried to run. Ari was shocked into stillness as the figure took a long sniff at the bite wound on her neck, then transformed into a beautiful woman. She introduced herself as Annalisa Newbury, a member of the Haldane coven. A lycan. Lisa had apparently been tracking the small group of Valerio, but had arrived too late to help Ray. It was much easier for Ari to hear all of that than to hear what was to come next: she was going to become a lycan as well. Ray had been a member of the same coven as Lisa, and had bitten her neck. Ari had a choice: she could go with Lisa and join the coven, or become a rogue and go off on her own. She was smart enough to know that she wouldn’t last long by herself.
BLOOD RUNS FOREVER...
she's giving it all away.
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anything else?: Not really
roleplay sample: Is using an old one okay? Here it goes…
*Naked and alone. That’s how Nadia felt without her armband. Damn her little brother. He just had to take it while she was in the shower. Nadia could make him do anything she wanted to physically, but she couldn’t read his mind. Her gift, as useful as it was most of the time, was pretty much rendered useless in this situation. Her only option was to spy on him, follow him until he brought her to the place where it was kept. So, into the shadows she went. He usually kept his room fairly dark, a plus for her. The darker it was, the less energy she had to expend to keep herself completely hidden. Nadia rubbed her left arm. It was still bare. She wasn’t sure whether she had really expected to find it there, or if she was just doing it out of habit. It was probably the latter. That was the most logical conclusion. It was no problem for her to slip herself into his room and blend in with the dark shadows in the corner. Now all that was left was to wait*
Come on... Show me the money.*This was a lot more trouble than she would normally go to get something back from him. But she needed that damned armband. Stupid Joshua knew that she couldn’t go anywhere without it. No one knew why, of course, but that wasn’t the important thing. She hadn’t taken that armband off for more than 15 minutes since she was ten, and she wasn’t about to start now. But eight year-old boys were known to be brats, and Joshua’s case was no exception. It just added spoiled brat to the equation as well. She knew the armband had to be in the house still. He hadn’t had it for more than 20 minutes, and he was now downstairs eating breakfast before another eventful day at school. She would catch him in the act. The idea gave Nadia a slight amount of pleasure, but if Joshua hadn’t done all this in the first place, she wouldn’t have to go through all this. It was too troublesome. She would rather have just gotten out of the shower, put the band back on, and fallen asleep for another half an hour before heading off to school. She began to sigh, then froze as she heard her brother’s familiar temper-tantrum footsteps coming up the stairs. Now was the time. Where was he hiding it? The door creaks open, and Nadia can hear the end of something her mother is saying to Josh*
But mom! I need a Wii! All the other kids at school have one!!*Nadia rolled her eyes as she looked at the back of her younger brother’s head. If he kept whining long enough, their mother would give in. That was how he had gotten his PS1, PS2, XBOX, XBOX 360, and his PSP. Knowing him, that was the way he would get the PS3 when it came out as well. Thank goodness she was getting out of here. Joshua could be a sweet little kid, but his displays, along with her mother’s constant giving-in, gave her headaches. All she needed was her armband back, then she would be done packing. But dammit, she couldn’t leave without that piece of jewelry on her arm*
We’ll see, Joshua, we’ll see...*Nadia heard her mother say. It was Kelsey’s way of saying ‘as soon as you get out of school, we’ll go pick one up.’ Everyone seemed to know it except her. Joshua seemed to get the point. He turned around and walked into his room, a big self-satisfied smile on his face. He was wearing a long sleeved shirt, but the right arm had a little more bulge than normal. Nadia tongued her right canine in irritation. The little brat was wearing her armband. She had to think of a way to get it back without him calling for help. Nadia’s mother would tell her to let him have it, and that was so not going to happen. Well, she could freeze him in place and take it. But then he would know about her powers. She sighed inwardly. It was going to have to be the direct route. She transported back to her room and strolled down the hall, her hands casually in her pockets. She knocked on Josh’s door and smiled when he answered*
Hey boogerface. Have you seen my armband? You know, the one shaped like a snake?*One thing Josh was smart about: he knew he couldn’t lie to big sis. She knew him far too well. Every wandering eye, every nervous bite of the lips. He had a million different tells, and she knew them all like the back of her hand. She had an exquisite memory. Joshua did nothing but look down and lift up his right sleeve. She took the armband from him*
Thanks Josh. Don’t let things fall apart while I’m gone, okay? I’m counting on you.*Josh nodded slowly. He didn’t want his sister to go. Despite everything, they were family and they loved each other. She patted him lightly on the shoulder and turned around, heading back to her room to finish packing. She slipped the armband around her left wrist and up her slender arm until it fit snugly above her bicep. Ahhhh... that was much better*
DAWKINS, ariene
