Post by demongrrly on Mar 9, 2006 12:57:21 GMT -5
Forum Name: bria
Name: Emma Leigh Cowan
Celebrity Used: Rachael Leigh Cook
D.O.B.: Oct 5th
Age: 24
Concept: Lost soul
Species: Werewolf
Level: Alpha Lvl 3
Homid Height: 5'6"
Homid Weight: 126lbs
Eyes: honey brown
Hair: dark brown/black
Race: caucasian
Religion: irish catholic
Nationality: irish
Languages: English
Weapon(s): Kevlar vest, twin Brownings, firestar, silver nitrate bullets, spring loaded knife sheaths and custom balanced silver daggers. (( not worn unless stated in post ))
Location(s): Past: NO, LV, NYC, Chicago, Miami, KCS
Dominant Hand: Right
Allergies: silver I suppose
Marital Status: single, not looking
Favorite Place: New Orleans
Favorite Music: jazz, techno, alternative
Favorite Movie(s): blade, the goonies, adventures in babysitting, boondock saints
Mark(s) and Tattoo(s): lots and lots o scars
Special Abilities:
Beast claws
Speak to the munin
Call to munin
Commanding
Invokation
Revertion
call to flesh - only through regina
History: Emma Cowan was a New York medical student until the last couple full moons...something happened to her and the bits and pieces were still a blur. An alley, those eyes..waking up in the middle of a park, blood stained and covered in the reminates of undergrowth and nettles. None of it made sense and people were starting to notice. She had to get away. Emma flee'd to New Orleans, the place where her mother had grown up and where she had spent those few years with her. Her one real tie to the woman she knew only in the lingering shatters of memories.
Emma had lived in New Orleans with her Mother and Grandmother until the age of 7. When her mother died under strange circumstances, her grandmother had sent
Emma to live with relatives in Alabany. Her life there had been nothing to complain about but it paled in comparison to the barefooted sunlite memories of New Orleans. Years passed and eventually her memories faded, she grew up to be bright in that sarcastic, jaded, cynical type way and worked her way through med school. Things looked to be working out according to plan...until that ill fated day. She was working at a free clinic and a wild looking woman came in, when she attempted to help the woman stabbed her with a needle...she underwent the usual tests, HIV, and other blood transferable diseases. Everything read
clean...until the first full moon....
It was in New Orleans the Emma found her first taste of pack life. Taken in by a clan of Tigers; Roman..Nessa..Remy.. she was treated as one of their own..atleast until Xavier, Adonia and Quinn. Within the new pack she found life even as difficult as it was for her to accept her beast. The pack grew..thrived and then the unthinkable happened. Tragedy tore her pack apart..half leaving for KC the other half staying. She found herself under a new Ulfric and at odds with one she deemed her sister. The black sheep and one of the strongest pack members she was faced with the greatest challenges of her life. Slowly the pack split..deterorated..life was forever a challenge. And then there new Ulfric moved the pack to Las Vegas..and she stayed behind..rogue until something else brought her to Vegas. Once again she was up against those who were once family..her once king..protector..royal pain in the ass..and whatever more he was too her now the one who would sell her out to the nearest blood sucker in town. She of course had other ideas..but then that is another story all in its self. The pack eventually dissolved once again and she left it in the capable hands of one she held so dear to her. Just another bitch in Vegas. She returned to her home in NYC at the height of a lycan war. Deemed Skoll to her pack the newly Alpha Emma was once again forced into the fray. Sometimes things happen for a reason..sometimes they just happen. The Lycan war left her brutalized, forced her through the ranks of the pack until all that had not been killed, had fled. Broken she vowed vengence. In the smoky silloquette and thick stench of burning gases and flesh she watched her world burn away..and the world of one bastard of a rat king. Now with the wolf pack of NYC all but evicerated she disapeared..a wraith forged of misery..of burning obsession with death. How ironic that the wolf that held so tightly to morality..to humanity..would find that the one thing she found herself more suited for than giving life to those in the shadows of death..was giving death itself.
The lupanar had spilled itself with her form, munin deeming her their bolverk until all that had betrayed them lay wasted in a path of death and destruction that lead her to Chicago. It was there that her wolf soul was bound..and there that the munin freed her of her blood oath. Atleast the majority of them. Three power thirsty spirits still remained to haunt her..force her life to further perplexity. Regina..the power hungry slut of her last pack..and the freki's little pet..Gabriel..the bolverk and the Freki himself..who is the most restrained of the three. It wasn't until Emma was starting to settle into life with Cole and struggling with the move from skoll to lupa that both Freki decided to rear his ugly head and work every angle of emma's morality..munin at rising in aid of dual of wills set into course the battle of her life..enough to make her hit the road..keep her distance..and more importantly seek out an old friend..family. It was in Miami that she found solance in the arms of Adonia..of Remy..and an old Vargamor who helped her wrestle with the control of munin. Now..the racing scene and a certain metaphysical pull has brought here to KCS and whatever awaits her.
(( yea....vague as all hell..but I just wanted to get it up there.))
Name: Emma Leigh Cowan
Celebrity Used: Rachael Leigh Cook
D.O.B.: Oct 5th
Age: 24
Concept: Lost soul
Species: Werewolf
Level: Alpha Lvl 3
Homid Height: 5'6"
Homid Weight: 126lbs
Eyes: honey brown
Hair: dark brown/black
Race: caucasian
Religion: irish catholic
Nationality: irish
Languages: English
Weapon(s): Kevlar vest, twin Brownings, firestar, silver nitrate bullets, spring loaded knife sheaths and custom balanced silver daggers. (( not worn unless stated in post ))
Location(s): Past: NO, LV, NYC, Chicago, Miami, KCS
Dominant Hand: Right
Allergies: silver I suppose
Marital Status: single, not looking
Favorite Place: New Orleans
Favorite Music: jazz, techno, alternative
Favorite Movie(s): blade, the goonies, adventures in babysitting, boondock saints
Mark(s) and Tattoo(s): lots and lots o scars
Special Abilities:
Beast claws
Speak to the munin
Call to munin
Commanding
Invokation
Revertion
call to flesh - only through regina
History: Emma Cowan was a New York medical student until the last couple full moons...something happened to her and the bits and pieces were still a blur. An alley, those eyes..waking up in the middle of a park, blood stained and covered in the reminates of undergrowth and nettles. None of it made sense and people were starting to notice. She had to get away. Emma flee'd to New Orleans, the place where her mother had grown up and where she had spent those few years with her. Her one real tie to the woman she knew only in the lingering shatters of memories.
Emma had lived in New Orleans with her Mother and Grandmother until the age of 7. When her mother died under strange circumstances, her grandmother had sent
Emma to live with relatives in Alabany. Her life there had been nothing to complain about but it paled in comparison to the barefooted sunlite memories of New Orleans. Years passed and eventually her memories faded, she grew up to be bright in that sarcastic, jaded, cynical type way and worked her way through med school. Things looked to be working out according to plan...until that ill fated day. She was working at a free clinic and a wild looking woman came in, when she attempted to help the woman stabbed her with a needle...she underwent the usual tests, HIV, and other blood transferable diseases. Everything read
clean...until the first full moon....
It was in New Orleans the Emma found her first taste of pack life. Taken in by a clan of Tigers; Roman..Nessa..Remy.. she was treated as one of their own..atleast until Xavier, Adonia and Quinn. Within the new pack she found life even as difficult as it was for her to accept her beast. The pack grew..thrived and then the unthinkable happened. Tragedy tore her pack apart..half leaving for KC the other half staying. She found herself under a new Ulfric and at odds with one she deemed her sister. The black sheep and one of the strongest pack members she was faced with the greatest challenges of her life. Slowly the pack split..deterorated..life was forever a challenge. And then there new Ulfric moved the pack to Las Vegas..and she stayed behind..rogue until something else brought her to Vegas. Once again she was up against those who were once family..her once king..protector..royal pain in the ass..and whatever more he was too her now the one who would sell her out to the nearest blood sucker in town. She of course had other ideas..but then that is another story all in its self. The pack eventually dissolved once again and she left it in the capable hands of one she held so dear to her. Just another bitch in Vegas. She returned to her home in NYC at the height of a lycan war. Deemed Skoll to her pack the newly Alpha Emma was once again forced into the fray. Sometimes things happen for a reason..sometimes they just happen. The Lycan war left her brutalized, forced her through the ranks of the pack until all that had not been killed, had fled. Broken she vowed vengence. In the smoky silloquette and thick stench of burning gases and flesh she watched her world burn away..and the world of one bastard of a rat king. Now with the wolf pack of NYC all but evicerated she disapeared..a wraith forged of misery..of burning obsession with death. How ironic that the wolf that held so tightly to morality..to humanity..would find that the one thing she found herself more suited for than giving life to those in the shadows of death..was giving death itself.
The lupanar had spilled itself with her form, munin deeming her their bolverk until all that had betrayed them lay wasted in a path of death and destruction that lead her to Chicago. It was there that her wolf soul was bound..and there that the munin freed her of her blood oath. Atleast the majority of them. Three power thirsty spirits still remained to haunt her..force her life to further perplexity. Regina..the power hungry slut of her last pack..and the freki's little pet..Gabriel..the bolverk and the Freki himself..who is the most restrained of the three. It wasn't until Emma was starting to settle into life with Cole and struggling with the move from skoll to lupa that both Freki decided to rear his ugly head and work every angle of emma's morality..munin at rising in aid of dual of wills set into course the battle of her life..enough to make her hit the road..keep her distance..and more importantly seek out an old friend..family. It was in Miami that she found solance in the arms of Adonia..of Remy..and an old Vargamor who helped her wrestle with the control of munin. Now..the racing scene and a certain metaphysical pull has brought here to KCS and whatever awaits her.
(( yea....vague as all hell..but I just wanted to get it up there.))
Also, just stating that the powers of subby and moderate are approved too
