Post by ELECTRA OIHANE STONE on Aug 30, 2010 1:26:12 GMT -5
ELECTRA OIHANE STONE
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Name: Electra Oihane Stone
Nickname:El
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Orientation: Bisexual
Occupation: Unemployed
Species: Lycan
Play By: Alecia Moore (P!nk)
Ability and Talent: n/a
Electra used to have long soft shiny blonde hair that traveled to about mid-waist. Hair that every girl would envy, until she chopped it off. The first defiant act against her grandparents after her escape had been to use a razor blade to chop off all her hair. When ever money came her way, Electra would die it this color or that ever changing her appearance.
Her hair may naturally be blonde, but it never remains that way for long. The girl never allows it to grow longer than her shoulders, maintaining the “boyish” cut. A further defiance against Eduardo and Gwen. As a wolf, Electra isn‘t anything spectacular. She has a plain grey coat that‘s speckled with black.
Five foot four figure was kept trim and fit for personal reasons. Electra had used it more than once to get what she needed. Why work for something, when you could tease and seduce it from someone. Male and female alike.
Deep chocolate brown eyes sit neatly in her face, big and alluring. They are the trade mark Stone eyes and the only feature she inherited from her father. It is the one thing about her appearance she will not change.
Electra has a total of twenty-one tattoos. Some, like the dog tags with her parent‘s names on her ankle, have meaning. While most of them she couldn’t remember when and why she got them, either to high or drunk to care.
Before her parent’s death, Electra had been the perfect daughter. She never did anything to cause her parents heart ache and would do anything for them. When they died, her very core died with them. Now they girl is a rebel, pushing against every rule ever invented.
Electra doesn’t take shit from anyone, human or nonhuman. Having grown very independent, she has been known to break a nose for being looked at the wrong way. When you lived the way she did, it was a necessary trait. Even after being “rescued” by a family friend, she continued to use said trait.
The girl can be kind when she chooses to. Even if her grandparents had been cruel, she was still her mother’s daughter. Even the smallest of charities tug at the girl’s hidden heart. When she was alone and living on little to no money, she would still give the local homeless children a loaf of bread before feeding herself.
Her independence can be a bad thing. When help is only a finger tip away, she still refuses to ask. More than once Electra would struggle through a problem before taking the easy way and asking for help. Sure it could be a strength, until you’re surrounded by ten humans bent on beating your head in and all you have is a purse and a pair of high heals.
Despite her independence, Electra is not an alpha. She never been in a pack before and always considered herself a lone wolf. But with her new clean life and being surrounded by other‘s like herself, things may change.
Macario Luis Stone was born into a cold family. His parents having been born into wealth and raised to be “proper”. By the age of eighteen, Macario had become his father’s copy except for one thing. Hunger.
Macario always hungered for more. He could have coasted through life on his family’s money. Become a trust fund play boy. But Macario wanted his own fortune. He graduated from Harvard top of his class and proceeded to take the world by storm.
At the age of thirty, Macario had everything he could possibly want. His own business, Stone Textiles, a fortune, and despite his coldness an ever warm bed. For his birthday, he went on vacation in Poland. His life changed the first day.
Macario had just finished a private tour of a local landmark and was walking the park when he came across a crowd cheering and music playing. He pushed and shoved until he was at the center. Eyes spotted a woman dressed in wispy clothing dancing to music made by three men. When she turned and smiled at him, Macario fell in love.
For the next month he proceeded to court Miss Celestyn Stanislaw, perplexed by her ability to withstand his charm. But slowly she began to break. Where Macario fell right into love, Celestyn eased into it. When Macario returned home, he returned with a wife and child on the way. There was only one problem, Celestyn wasn‘t human.
The prestige Stone family would have none of that. Nasty words were thrown around and tempers boiled over ending in Macario Luis Stone being disowned. The couple went to Celestyn’s pack to receive no warmer a welcome. They refused to allow Macario a place in their life and gave Celestyn a choice. She choose her love.
The new couple didn’t let it bother them. They lived happily together with the money Stone Textiles brought in, never making contact with Macario’s parents or Celestyn’s pack again.
Electra was born seven months later, screaming and kicking. The small family couldn’t be happier. She was five when Electra first changed into a small grey pup. It both worried and excited her father.
Little happened through Electra’s life, having been spoiled by her father. Until she was fifteen.
Macario and Celestyn were out on a date night, like they did every Saturday, when they had a car accident. A tire had blown causing Macario to lose control. They rolled 10 times and were killed about the fifth roll.
The news had shattered fifteen year old Electra. Social services proceeded to track down her guardian. However they couldn’t track down the Stainislaw family, leaving only the girl’s grandparents.
Life at Eduardo and Gwen Stone’s was difficult. The older couple was cold and evil to their granddaughter. If it hadn’t of been improper to turn the child away, Electra would never have been allowed to live with them.
Electra hated the next three years of her life. She was taken out of her public school and was put in personal tutoring. Her grandparents didn’t allow her to go anywhere because she wasn’t human and the mere notion considered scandalous.
As her eighteenth birthday neared, Electra feared what her grandparents would do. Afraid that they’d lock her away, she climbed out her window and escaped in the middle of the night. With nothing more than the clothes on her back and twenty dollars, Electra began her life of freedom.
Electra lived her life to her own tune. Never in the same place for more than a week, she hitched hiked and walked across Europe. Basically she did everything her cold grandparent’s feared she would do. Drugs, sex, and rock and roll was her motto for the next year of her life until a lawyer found her.
Hugh Freeman had been a personal friend of Macario and Celestyn. When the couple had died, he taken control of Stone Textiles until the day that Electra could take control. When he had been informed of her disappearance, he proceeded to track the girl down. When he found her passed out and naked in a dirty hotel room, his heart had been broken.
For the next year, Hugh began to clean Electra up. It took time to sober the girl up and get her back on her feet. Legally she couldn’t take control of Stone Textiles or live out of her grandparent’s control until her twenty-first birthday. So he did the only thing he could think of.
With a hundred thousand cold hard cash, Hugh put Electra on a plane and sent her to Mercy. He told her about the rumors and tales from the city and pointed her towards a new life.
Your Name: Britt or BB
Age: 23
How Did you Find us: RPG - Jeanna
A little bit about you: I’m an evil plot, twist making, crazy woman that likes to torture her characters.Keaira looked out the window from her position on the couch. She had silently watched the sunrise with only Kane as company. Even though she had patched some things up with Lance, others plagued her. Some nights she couldn’t close her eyes for fear of what await her when her eyes shut. Other nights she woke in the middle of the night, a scream stuck in her through and body covered in sweat.
Keaira had went full circle and returned to her life right after the accident. The difference now was that she had friends and didn’t want to die. Thinking of her friends, her eyes drifted down the hall to where Star and Jackie’s closed door stood. They slept silently, holding each other she supposed. It was only rarely that Jackie awoke with her nightmares and when she did, Star was there to drive the demons away for her. How much Keaira wished she had someone to do the same.
Her eyes drifted back to the window as they clouded. Once she did have someone to drive those demons away. However, she had allowed the demons to win and drive her from him. From the one person she would love. And now, she had to face her own demons, or run away from them. “And how about a run Kane?”
The husky pup lifted its head from Keaira’s stomach and smiled, if a dog could smile. When he leapt off and ran for his leash, the girl lifted herself up and stretched. It had become routine for her to run a mile or two in the morning. It had become her time and had possibly saved her life during “the period.” As she now referred to the month of hell she had endured for her love’s safety. Allowing one last glance to her friends’ door, she gathered her tennis and Kane’s leash and left the apartment.
