Post by gennifairy on Feb 9, 2011 19:40:28 GMT -5
Name: Cintia Bandiera
Celebrity Used: Adriana Lima
Age: 24
Concept: Snobby Tiger, who is rich with money run away from her homeland, Brazil. Ex-chang, now a hide-away alpha.
Species: Royal Pureblood Black Weretiger
Level: Alpha Lvl 3
Homid Height: 5'7
Homid Weight: 130ish
Lycan Height: Big fucking tiger
Lycan Weight: Muscled Tiger
Eyes: Blue - the color of royal blacks.
Hair: Black
Race: Hispanic
Religion: Complicated
Nationality: Brazilian
Languages: Portugese, English, Spanish, Italian, German, some Greek.
Property(s): She owns a huge estate now burned to the ground in Brazil, plus several business through the world inherited
Weapon(s): She doesnt carry any weapons on her much unless threatened, and when small handheld gun, she knows how to use most weapons (small guns, mace, knivies, etc) thanks to her mother making sure she was prepared for all
Location(s): Brazil, Rio - Past Current - Runaway to Kansas.
Fighting Style(s): Dirty
Dominant Hand: Right
RolePlaying Style(s): Descriptive
Favorite Food(s): Homestyle
Most Hated Food(s): Green beans -yick-
Allergies: None
Marital Status: Divorced
Favorite Place: Was home
Favorite Music: Brazilian Music
Favorite Movie(s): None
Mark(s) and Tattoo(s): None
Special Abilities:
-Omega-
All Omega
-Moderate-
All that come with moderate?
-Alpha-
Commanding
Shields
Beast Claws
Revertion
- special?-
Addicting Blood: Her blood, once tasted three times is addicting by vampire, human or lycan. It can give the character a brief power boost, since she would be essentially giving a small part of her power for two rounds before it dimmed - highly addicting. Withdrawls are known to happen.
History:
Cin didn't remember much of her father. Which could be a good thing, considering. From her child hood she remembered more of her mother, and the nannies that used to watch her growing up. She remembered pieces of her father and her mother together, but she also remembered her mother unhappy. Like I said, she didn't recall much of her time before her father was killed, when she was ten years old.
Cin was raised like any royal blood would be raised -- a lady, with rights. She was royalty, so she would learn the same lessons women learn through out their lives within the clan. Her fingers knew the pulls of the strings of a violin, her lips knew the feel of a flute, she could play a set of instruments with her eyes closed. Her feet could find the familiar beat in a song, that she could dance into, and around with. She was taught the proper dances, and the proper languages, so she could survive wherever she happened to end up in her life.
But, they of course wouldn't have her learn the same stuff her own mother would scorn at her for. Cin had her own rebellious side, much like her mother did. She enjoyed sneaking out, dancing at the parties she could find in the beautiful dangerous city that Rio was. She sneaked out the first time at 16, when she learned just how much she enjoyed the flow of music through her.. it was better than ball room dancing.
It didn't last long. She didn't sneak out often. She was a little bit to scared to get caught. But when she did sneak past the guards and managed to get into the city, the feel of the heat, the seduction of the wild sides of the jungle, she enjoyed it. She always seemed longingly out of the villa that was her home.
She met a boy, at 17. Mangeli, he was sweet, sassy, and rebellious. It yearned through her streak, the one that made her want to run away, to run from the society that was rules, and honor she had to uphold. He was a human. She crushed at him. He was beautiful. Black hair, green eyes, and a smile that melted her heart away. But he broke her heart.
She learned to not like humans after that experience.
It didn't last long, and she began to understand why they resented humans, why they were superior to humans in the long run. It had been a harmless crush, but one that made her learn that humans could be as cruel as the rest of them. It started her superior complex, one that was hard to swiftly push away.
When she was 13, they learned of her voice. She had a beautiful alto voice, that could stir the very strings of any soul when she opened her mouth, letting that adult voice out of that child's body. She was appreciated, and asked to very often to sing for gatherings. She didn't mind. She began a love to sing in front of people, almost showing off.
She used to playfully seduce others with her voice, the music that could get your blood flowing, but never past a certain point. Oh, she could be a wild sarcastic cat, but she watched her step. She didn't want to step past a line to far.. she even was a typical young girl, pranking her brother with their childish antics.
But she was growing up, to fast for her liking. She grew in strength like she learned languages, with an swift flow of natural grace. She had rising in her strength, in her power, learning and training, challenging and winning. She didn't win everything, by the grace of being at a fault. She lived in Rio, with her mother and brother. She has never left it, beyond trips that may happen, but she had noticed her mother liked Rio and never wanted to step a foot out of the blasted heated jungle it was. Cin had a slight resentment of that -- she wanted to explore the lands, meet people, dance through the different cultures there were.
Even though she knew her own culture - and her own people - were far far far better than any out there. Even other lycans, where as they were some born, and some just infected with a blessing, were a step below her, tigers.
She had been married off to Marcello. She started to fall in love with him as he courted her during the marriage, training her to control her sexual released. He was her first lover - he would always be a brand on her sexuality as it. He trained her the best he could, and then the sex started to get really good. It wasn't just that helped level her during her states.
She was growing in power. She would wake up, and no longer be in Coma's. She found she could partial shift her hands in a challenge against her pride and honor. She found herself pregnant at one point, and she was thrilled. But the end result was horrible. Her twins she was graced with had been cursed by a evil vampires human servant who cursed one to be born unnatural, her husband was divorced of her as he had fled the country to never be seen again.
And another part? Her brother was possessed by the evil servant who she felt hatred for. The final act her brother could do, well not Herni, but the being possessing him, was curse her, herself, and force her from a black tiger to a yellow. The pain had been horrible, she had cried during it. Shifted, and although she had become a mighty beast, yellow and cream and reason to be pissed - the cackle that came from her 'brother' did not belong. While her mother ordered his death, Cin was the one who pushed him into the bonfire, forcing him to die and end his life, saving Vlad almost in the process as the Human Servant was killed.
Cinita was depressed for months after this. Her mother was off, sad, but in love with Vlad, her would-be-step-father, and she was lonely. She had no husband, no one would touch her. She was a yellow tiger, with her son lost somewhere in europe, her daughter grown to her age and slightly soft in the head - she was lonely.
Her best friend came back during this period, Carmen, and Cin started to come around again, the pain of Henri's death fading, but always she had constant reminders.
One day, she got a message from Damien, once more he was in trouble. She went out to rescue him. Fighting a rogue Little Queen, and some of her would be clan-mates, she found more power and tricks. Her power expanding within her as she slashed and diced and saved him, burning the house with Kevin, to burn the bodies, not thinking they were worth bringing into the fold of the tiger spirits.
She lived her life the best she could. Spending time with her mother as much as she could, even as her mother moved on, becoming less the woman she knew, and more a stranger. From her wicked teasing ways and more open sexuality that was never seen before - thanks to Vlad. She ignored it and continued her own life, even as she was given position of Second of the clan. Honored and humbled, she accepted it and tried her hardest to be sincere in her newest rank.
She still had to fight various challenges, but none of them were hard for her. She once more got into a pattern of her life. Wake up, see her daughter, do some paper work, learn some of Mami's trades she would be willing to teach her, and then she moved on to her day, helping various people and helping run the Clan. She was a Little Queen. She was a baby Chang. She was constantly watching, listening, learning. But she grew so lonely in her life.
She could not have sex with just anyone. Not because she was the Second, but because she -was- Natalia's daughter. She was also Yellow tiger, cursed to be it, and with it, not many wanted to touch her. She could only touch royal, or at very least pure-blooded tigers, and there weren't many she was interested in. She was lonely in ways a woman -would- be lonely without someone there to dote on her and snuggle. She was strong in spirit, even for her age, she could handle it - so she thought.
One night, she was walking and she felt the energies pulling at her... as she ran, she discovered a large jag male attacking Damien (again, what is this the fourth time?) and she moved, tackling the Jag, who turned to be a panwere with a tiger in him - and she grabbed him, shifted the panwere and beat the hell out of him, deafening him as she once more discovered she held more powers within that petite body of hers. The panwere was chased off, and she was brought Damien home, shifted him healed and saved him. She was Damiens Superman evidently.
She just lived her life, every day it seemed. She got challenges for those brave enough, but she rarely lost anymore. Some say she was favorited, because her mother was Chang. She pointed out that if she was favorited, those who should have had there asses handed to them several times - she rather be like THEM.
Her mother was hard on her, she would -have- to be. But Cintia was stuck where she was, watching life go on around her, and feeling more lonely than ever. Natalia became less mami every day, as she frolicked and did things Cintia never thought to hear of her doing. She slowly started to accept these changes in her mother, thanks to that asshole leech. Meh. She didnt like Vlad some days. She liked him on other days. She kinda had to - her mother was set to marry him, and she had named him PRINCE - YES! PRINCE! (can you BELIEVE IT?!) - of the clan as it was. She had to try and give the man SOME effort. Even if she believed he was an asshole and a tool in general.
But in a small way she did like Vlad. She liked how he ran his Vampires, even if she could not stand the sight of him with her mother. Already protective of her mother to begin with anyway.
Then... tragedy struck. She didn't know what hit her. She had been out and about, just minding her own damn business and her beast turned, jerked and in the similar fashion that had been cursed before, was now once again going back to normal.. her body changing, the pain was sharp, immediate, but not the next sense of pain as it rattled her as she felt the power source that was her mother, the Chang was dead.
Pain, rage, it ripped through her, the beast curse ignored as she sobbed in pain. She discovered the power of telepathic communications then - it was when she felt the pain of her mother, the sudden emotion and turning of the tide sent her screaming in every tigers mind, her connection with them strong and tied as she screamed her horror and pain at the impending grief. She used it a few more times after that as she made Cameron. who was there when the explosion happened. to find out what happened in the hotel - finding out the bomb. Assassination, sent a rage boiling through her body - but she could not focus now. She needed to make sure her clan, the last of her family, was taken care of for now, and them, seewhat she could find out or do as she took over her mothers steed.
But the leopards - who have been allys of the tigers forever - had a horrible outcome, fleeing the scene of the city unheard of again. Cintia, didnt persue this attack. She had hoped, if she kept her nose clean they would leave her alone. She was wrong. Once they took over the leopards and the lions - they hit the tigers next. The clan, which had been over 4000 tigers, a secert black clan, had their numbers smashed in half. Unknowing what to do, where to go - she fled as the clan crumbled, the place she grew up her entire life falling before her. She was so young, forced to be Chang. She was a Little Queen, Chang, but she went into hiding fled to the states using her connections to find a remote place. She was scared, horrified at the destruction of her family and trying to stay alive - she was alone. She had none of her friends, none of her family... she was utterly utterly alone. Which she knew she would have to be - if she wanted to stay alive.
* Side Note *
- also special is she was a Little Queen before she became Chang. Her power would almost demand respect from the other tigers to treat her as they would a Queen, and once a Chang - always a Chang. I kept the Leader Powers off, because although she -would- essetinally still have them she wouldnt use them to keep herself hidden - she cant hide the fact shes a Little Queen, tho, her presense would auto-demand respect, damn thing. lol.
Celebrity Used: Adriana Lima
Age: 24
Concept: Snobby Tiger, who is rich with money run away from her homeland, Brazil. Ex-chang, now a hide-away alpha.
Species: Royal Pureblood Black Weretiger
Level: Alpha Lvl 3
Homid Height: 5'7
Homid Weight: 130ish
Lycan Height: Big fucking tiger
Lycan Weight: Muscled Tiger
Eyes: Blue - the color of royal blacks.
Hair: Black
Race: Hispanic
Religion: Complicated
Nationality: Brazilian
Languages: Portugese, English, Spanish, Italian, German, some Greek.
Property(s): She owns a huge estate now burned to the ground in Brazil, plus several business through the world inherited
Weapon(s): She doesnt carry any weapons on her much unless threatened, and when small handheld gun, she knows how to use most weapons (small guns, mace, knivies, etc) thanks to her mother making sure she was prepared for all
Location(s): Brazil, Rio - Past Current - Runaway to Kansas.
Fighting Style(s): Dirty
Dominant Hand: Right
RolePlaying Style(s): Descriptive
Favorite Food(s): Homestyle
Most Hated Food(s): Green beans -yick-
Allergies: None
Marital Status: Divorced
Favorite Place: Was home
Favorite Music: Brazilian Music
Favorite Movie(s): None
Mark(s) and Tattoo(s): None
Special Abilities:
-Omega-
All Omega
-Moderate-
All that come with moderate?
-Alpha-
Commanding
Shields
Beast Claws
Revertion
- special?-
Addicting Blood: Her blood, once tasted three times is addicting by vampire, human or lycan. It can give the character a brief power boost, since she would be essentially giving a small part of her power for two rounds before it dimmed - highly addicting. Withdrawls are known to happen.
History:
Cin didn't remember much of her father. Which could be a good thing, considering. From her child hood she remembered more of her mother, and the nannies that used to watch her growing up. She remembered pieces of her father and her mother together, but she also remembered her mother unhappy. Like I said, she didn't recall much of her time before her father was killed, when she was ten years old.
Cin was raised like any royal blood would be raised -- a lady, with rights. She was royalty, so she would learn the same lessons women learn through out their lives within the clan. Her fingers knew the pulls of the strings of a violin, her lips knew the feel of a flute, she could play a set of instruments with her eyes closed. Her feet could find the familiar beat in a song, that she could dance into, and around with. She was taught the proper dances, and the proper languages, so she could survive wherever she happened to end up in her life.
But, they of course wouldn't have her learn the same stuff her own mother would scorn at her for. Cin had her own rebellious side, much like her mother did. She enjoyed sneaking out, dancing at the parties she could find in the beautiful dangerous city that Rio was. She sneaked out the first time at 16, when she learned just how much she enjoyed the flow of music through her.. it was better than ball room dancing.
It didn't last long. She didn't sneak out often. She was a little bit to scared to get caught. But when she did sneak past the guards and managed to get into the city, the feel of the heat, the seduction of the wild sides of the jungle, she enjoyed it. She always seemed longingly out of the villa that was her home.
She met a boy, at 17. Mangeli, he was sweet, sassy, and rebellious. It yearned through her streak, the one that made her want to run away, to run from the society that was rules, and honor she had to uphold. He was a human. She crushed at him. He was beautiful. Black hair, green eyes, and a smile that melted her heart away. But he broke her heart.
She learned to not like humans after that experience.
It didn't last long, and she began to understand why they resented humans, why they were superior to humans in the long run. It had been a harmless crush, but one that made her learn that humans could be as cruel as the rest of them. It started her superior complex, one that was hard to swiftly push away.
When she was 13, they learned of her voice. She had a beautiful alto voice, that could stir the very strings of any soul when she opened her mouth, letting that adult voice out of that child's body. She was appreciated, and asked to very often to sing for gatherings. She didn't mind. She began a love to sing in front of people, almost showing off.
She used to playfully seduce others with her voice, the music that could get your blood flowing, but never past a certain point. Oh, she could be a wild sarcastic cat, but she watched her step. She didn't want to step past a line to far.. she even was a typical young girl, pranking her brother with their childish antics.
But she was growing up, to fast for her liking. She grew in strength like she learned languages, with an swift flow of natural grace. She had rising in her strength, in her power, learning and training, challenging and winning. She didn't win everything, by the grace of being at a fault. She lived in Rio, with her mother and brother. She has never left it, beyond trips that may happen, but she had noticed her mother liked Rio and never wanted to step a foot out of the blasted heated jungle it was. Cin had a slight resentment of that -- she wanted to explore the lands, meet people, dance through the different cultures there were.
Even though she knew her own culture - and her own people - were far far far better than any out there. Even other lycans, where as they were some born, and some just infected with a blessing, were a step below her, tigers.
She had been married off to Marcello. She started to fall in love with him as he courted her during the marriage, training her to control her sexual released. He was her first lover - he would always be a brand on her sexuality as it. He trained her the best he could, and then the sex started to get really good. It wasn't just that helped level her during her states.
She was growing in power. She would wake up, and no longer be in Coma's. She found she could partial shift her hands in a challenge against her pride and honor. She found herself pregnant at one point, and she was thrilled. But the end result was horrible. Her twins she was graced with had been cursed by a evil vampires human servant who cursed one to be born unnatural, her husband was divorced of her as he had fled the country to never be seen again.
And another part? Her brother was possessed by the evil servant who she felt hatred for. The final act her brother could do, well not Herni, but the being possessing him, was curse her, herself, and force her from a black tiger to a yellow. The pain had been horrible, she had cried during it. Shifted, and although she had become a mighty beast, yellow and cream and reason to be pissed - the cackle that came from her 'brother' did not belong. While her mother ordered his death, Cin was the one who pushed him into the bonfire, forcing him to die and end his life, saving Vlad almost in the process as the Human Servant was killed.
Cinita was depressed for months after this. Her mother was off, sad, but in love with Vlad, her would-be-step-father, and she was lonely. She had no husband, no one would touch her. She was a yellow tiger, with her son lost somewhere in europe, her daughter grown to her age and slightly soft in the head - she was lonely.
Her best friend came back during this period, Carmen, and Cin started to come around again, the pain of Henri's death fading, but always she had constant reminders.
One day, she got a message from Damien, once more he was in trouble. She went out to rescue him. Fighting a rogue Little Queen, and some of her would be clan-mates, she found more power and tricks. Her power expanding within her as she slashed and diced and saved him, burning the house with Kevin, to burn the bodies, not thinking they were worth bringing into the fold of the tiger spirits.
She lived her life the best she could. Spending time with her mother as much as she could, even as her mother moved on, becoming less the woman she knew, and more a stranger. From her wicked teasing ways and more open sexuality that was never seen before - thanks to Vlad. She ignored it and continued her own life, even as she was given position of Second of the clan. Honored and humbled, she accepted it and tried her hardest to be sincere in her newest rank.
She still had to fight various challenges, but none of them were hard for her. She once more got into a pattern of her life. Wake up, see her daughter, do some paper work, learn some of Mami's trades she would be willing to teach her, and then she moved on to her day, helping various people and helping run the Clan. She was a Little Queen. She was a baby Chang. She was constantly watching, listening, learning. But she grew so lonely in her life.
She could not have sex with just anyone. Not because she was the Second, but because she -was- Natalia's daughter. She was also Yellow tiger, cursed to be it, and with it, not many wanted to touch her. She could only touch royal, or at very least pure-blooded tigers, and there weren't many she was interested in. She was lonely in ways a woman -would- be lonely without someone there to dote on her and snuggle. She was strong in spirit, even for her age, she could handle it - so she thought.
One night, she was walking and she felt the energies pulling at her... as she ran, she discovered a large jag male attacking Damien (again, what is this the fourth time?) and she moved, tackling the Jag, who turned to be a panwere with a tiger in him - and she grabbed him, shifted the panwere and beat the hell out of him, deafening him as she once more discovered she held more powers within that petite body of hers. The panwere was chased off, and she was brought Damien home, shifted him healed and saved him. She was Damiens Superman evidently.
She just lived her life, every day it seemed. She got challenges for those brave enough, but she rarely lost anymore. Some say she was favorited, because her mother was Chang. She pointed out that if she was favorited, those who should have had there asses handed to them several times - she rather be like THEM.
Her mother was hard on her, she would -have- to be. But Cintia was stuck where she was, watching life go on around her, and feeling more lonely than ever. Natalia became less mami every day, as she frolicked and did things Cintia never thought to hear of her doing. She slowly started to accept these changes in her mother, thanks to that asshole leech. Meh. She didnt like Vlad some days. She liked him on other days. She kinda had to - her mother was set to marry him, and she had named him PRINCE - YES! PRINCE! (can you BELIEVE IT?!) - of the clan as it was. She had to try and give the man SOME effort. Even if she believed he was an asshole and a tool in general.
But in a small way she did like Vlad. She liked how he ran his Vampires, even if she could not stand the sight of him with her mother. Already protective of her mother to begin with anyway.
Then... tragedy struck. She didn't know what hit her. She had been out and about, just minding her own damn business and her beast turned, jerked and in the similar fashion that had been cursed before, was now once again going back to normal.. her body changing, the pain was sharp, immediate, but not the next sense of pain as it rattled her as she felt the power source that was her mother, the Chang was dead.
Pain, rage, it ripped through her, the beast curse ignored as she sobbed in pain. She discovered the power of telepathic communications then - it was when she felt the pain of her mother, the sudden emotion and turning of the tide sent her screaming in every tigers mind, her connection with them strong and tied as she screamed her horror and pain at the impending grief. She used it a few more times after that as she made Cameron. who was there when the explosion happened. to find out what happened in the hotel - finding out the bomb. Assassination, sent a rage boiling through her body - but she could not focus now. She needed to make sure her clan, the last of her family, was taken care of for now, and them, seewhat she could find out or do as she took over her mothers steed.
But the leopards - who have been allys of the tigers forever - had a horrible outcome, fleeing the scene of the city unheard of again. Cintia, didnt persue this attack. She had hoped, if she kept her nose clean they would leave her alone. She was wrong. Once they took over the leopards and the lions - they hit the tigers next. The clan, which had been over 4000 tigers, a secert black clan, had their numbers smashed in half. Unknowing what to do, where to go - she fled as the clan crumbled, the place she grew up her entire life falling before her. She was so young, forced to be Chang. She was a Little Queen, Chang, but she went into hiding fled to the states using her connections to find a remote place. She was scared, horrified at the destruction of her family and trying to stay alive - she was alone. She had none of her friends, none of her family... she was utterly utterly alone. Which she knew she would have to be - if she wanted to stay alive.
* Side Note *
- also special is she was a Little Queen before she became Chang. Her power would almost demand respect from the other tigers to treat her as they would a Queen, and once a Chang - always a Chang. I kept the Leader Powers off, because although she -would- essetinally still have them she wouldnt use them to keep herself hidden - she cant hide the fact shes a Little Queen, tho, her presense would auto-demand respect, damn thing. lol.
