Post by Zoe Aves on Jun 1, 2010 9:43:56 GMT -4
Zoe Aves
....the mask
Your Name: Zoe
Where did you find us?: An ad on my PB site, Mastering the Elements
How long have you been roleplaying?: 6 years and counting
Password: [admin edit!]
...basic character information
Birth Name: Zoe Sofia Aves
Nickname
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Grade: 11
Birth date: May 3rd
Program: Bachelor of Arts
Major: Forensic Anthropology
Animal Identity: Golden Eagle
...personality
Likes:
- long, wavy hair (on herself, not guys)
- lipton raspberry iced tea (her vice)
- bones (they're so interesting)
- riding horses (will that be possible anymore?)
- dreaming (she'll be in your dreams, baby)
- swimming (because of the gracefulness and weightless feeling)
- bad boys (there's something so alluring about the leather)
- maroon (the color of fresh blood)
- chocolate (when the cravings come...)
- music (any type will do--maybe not rap)
- soaring (fly high, but keep your heart grounded)
- forensic anthropology (lookin' to be the next Temperance Brennan)
- irish, italian, and british accents (especially irish)
Dislikes:
- being called Zo (there's an "e" on the end for a reason)
- mis-spelling her name (it's Zoe, not Zoey)
- over-excessive swearing (the occasional hoover 'damn!' is okay)
- snobs (it looks like there's a bad smell in their nose)
- overly-preppy people (like those damn cheerleaders)
- insects (grasshoppers don't count)
- drunks (she's not one for groping)
- rap (what are they even saying?)
- sob-stories (cry me a river, please)
- txtn lyk dis (try a dictionary)
- incorrect grammar, punctuation, or annunciation (cant yall speek wright?)
- shedding animals (their hair gets everywhere!)
- justin beiber (justin's a girl's name, right?)
- gas or diesel (it smells nasty)
Fears:
- spiders (too many legs)
- ridicule (she's insecure)
- broken glass (bad memories)
Strengths:
- intelligence (her forte is science)
- sharp eyes (like an eagle's)
- intuition (it just comes natural)
- sense of self-worth (she knows who she is and what she won't stand for)
- innocence and naivety (also known as a v-card)
Weaknesses:
- insecurities (her self-esteem fluctuates)
- shyness (accompanied by a blush or two)
- hot guys (aren't they every girl's weakness?)
- reeses peanut butter cups (best thing since chocolate milk)
Overall:
In a perfect world, houses would be made of chocolate, and windows of Reeses peanut-butter cups. Rivers would run filled to the brim with raspberry iced tea and Cadbury bunnies would lay creme-filled eggs of heavenly, sugary bliss. And best of all, there wouldn't be a single spider. But, sadly, there is no such thing as perfect, and spiders are still hairy little monsters with eight-too-many legs.
There are not many things that can strike fear into this girl's brave heart, but arachnids are one of three. Broken glass is a very close second. Her fear of glass shards is perfectly rational if you know her background, knew of the car crash that still effects her life, five years later. Her brother had told her that they'd pulled a sliver of the window of their car from her forehead that was easily six inches, as long as his hand, fully extended. It was a lie, but she believed him. She cannot get anywhere near a broken glass bottle or even a cracked mirror without feeling sick to her stomach and claustrophobic.
Zoe prides herself on her intelligence, intuition, and a natural flare for problem solving. She is especially interested in forensic science and anthropology, and anatomy as well. She absolutely loves to find and study bones of dead things, humans and animals alike. Blood doesn't scare her, and if it wasn't for her love of forensics, she would probably have tried to major in health care and become a doctor or surgeon. She is also quick to jump to the defense of a friend, and will protect anything that's hers.
She hates it when someone mispronounces her name or mis-spells it. The nickname "Zo" doesn't fly one bit with her, and her name does not end with a "y". It is one of her many pet peeves, like writing like you're texting and incorrect grammar and punctuation. Zoe is also not a huge fan of swearing too much, but occasionally she may let a big one slip if she's mad or upset. Otherwise, she'll keep her speech pretty clean.
If the situation will allow, she won't pass up the opportunity to get to know anyone. It doesn't matter if the person's ugly, gay, totallyH-O-T, lesbian or anything in-between. She loves to talk, though she might come across as very shy at first until she knows she can trust the person enough to not beat her down the second she opens up her mouth. Her innocence and naivety is not an act--she's seriously just that inexperienced and sheltered.
Booze and smoking are no-noes for her. Yes, she'll have a sip once in a while, but drunks are not her thing. The parties at Shifter Academy have taught her to not trust or get near a boy who can't talk without slurring his words into an unintelligible jumble. Normally, a great deal of inappropriate groping would soon follow. Zoe knows her boundaries and won't let a guy who's plastered violate and destroy her feelings of self-worth. Even if he's gorgeous and decked all-out in leather, with a sexy accent to boot. (Well, actually, maybe...)
...appearance
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Celebrity Play By: Rachel Bilson
Appearance:
At 5'6" and roughly 124 pounds, Zoe isn't the tallest of her peers, but rather in the middle. For one who was reluctant to show off her body, one cannot deny that she has the goods to pull any look off. Her natural hair color is dark brown, but she tends to highlight it every few months, and throw in a bit of color here and there whenever she fancies. Now, after a few long years of dying and styling her hair, Zoe can proudly display long, wavy locks of a deep coffee color. Of course, the summer sun has lightened it to a slightly paler shade.
Zoe just might have an obsession with changing herself. Along with tending to her hair, she also uses colored contacts to make her eyes a pretty shade of bright blue. When they're not in, she has her mother's eyes: hazel. Above her right eye is a small scar that sits just over her eyebrow. When she was twelve, she got involved in a head-on collision while her brother Damian was driving her and her other brother and sister back home from a friend's house. After being unconscious for a few days, the doctor told her that she had had a concussion from knocking her head against the window, and that the resulting head wound would leave her with a small scar and possible migraines or memory loss, all of which turned out to be true.
Every month or two, she receives a rather nice sum of money from her parents to use on clothes, accessories, and outings. The majority of it she spends on high-end sundresses, tees, Buckle jeans, and shoes. Normally she'll wear one of her many shorts and tanks for the spring and summer months, dark denim and scoop long-sleeves in the fall and winter. Depending on her mood, Zoe may also add a touch of eye-liner and mascara, but that's the only make-up she'd use.
Because maroon is her favorite color, and her shift form is a golden eagle, her father allowed her to get a bit of ink from the tattoo shoppe in her hometown before he sent her off to the Academy. Against his wishes, however, she told the owner to giver her a low tramp-stamp of two black and maroon, outspread wings, which her father wasn't too happy about. Luckily, he didn't have them removed. The wings can only be seen when she wears her black bathing suit, or low-riding jeans, which had appeased his anger a little. Her ears are pierced twice, once on the top and once on the bottom, and her belly button is adorned with a dangling, blood-red ruby rimmed in onyx-painted silver.
When she takes on her eagle form, the feathers of her wings match the hues of her hair almost exactly. They are primarily a light-brown shade, with irregular flecks of gold and black throughout her wings. A beautiful golden-buff crown and nape show why her animal is named a "golden" eagle. A mottled band of white lies across her tail, but will eventually molt it all out in a year or two.
Her beak is a bright yellow towards the back, but fades into white, tipped with black at the point of the curve of her beak. Her shift's eyes are an intelligent shade of brown, and are able to spot a field mouse from several hundred feet in the air. When hunting, she uses only her talons to grip her prey in a bone-crushing embrace. Like most female avians, Zoe's shift is larger than males of her species, a staggering thirty-seven inches in length with a wingspan of over eight feet. Anything smaller than her is prey--and even a few larger animals, too![/size]
...history
Parents: Carter James Aves and Sophia Ann Ahlber
Siblings: Katherine [22], Damian [19], and River [19] Aves
Back home, Zoe has three older siblings. She is the baby of them all, and the only one selected to receive her father's line's awesome genes. Katherine, Damian, and River were all informed of the changes that they may have had to go through, but none but her were gifted. Of course, that made her an object of jealousy, which was something that was quite new to Zoe. She had always been the jealous one who had to watch all three of her siblings go through the fun stuff first, so by the time she was able to do something that should have been a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, it was simply chopped liver--all the fun had been sucked out of the moment by watching it on replay thrice over.
The morphing genes were passed down through her father's side of the family. Because her mother wasn't special like Zoe, she wasn't told of the scary but wondrous transformation that her daughter was going through. Luckily, Sofia wasn't around when she first shifted into her animal, a golden eagle. Zoe had been home, her mother at work, her father typing away on his desktop computer down the hall. Damian, and River were outside enjoying the sun and playing tackle football. Kati was tanning, darkening her already sun-kissed figure.
The change hurt, a lot more than Carter, her father, had warned her about. Her whole body felt like it was burning, her skin itched with a thousand pinpricks. Lost in a world of pain, she didn't realize that her simply-styled room had magnified tenfold, and that her body was covered in brown, gold, and black feathers. Scared out of her mind, Zoe had tried to scream, only to find that her voice now cried out in a sharp, avian, predatorial shriek. Soon after morphing back into her human form, she was told about a special school near Hawaii, where she could be with people just like her.
Zoe hadn't wanted to leave right away, and decided to test her shifting skills all through summer break. After a while, she didn't just start morphing into an eagle for no reason. But she loved the feeling of flying. It gave her a reprieve from the drama and petty quarreling of her older siblings. She still felt awkward, though, coming back and seeing the angry, jealous glares. This shifting thing was hers. Plus, they could never feel the absolute abandon one could achieve by floating on air and parting the sky with long golden wings.
Zoe is definitely not average, but all through her life, she never thought she was good enough. Sure, her friends were always supportive of her, but even with their encouragement, she could never bring herself to come out of her cozy little shell of security. For the first fifteen years of her life, she was constantly turning down offers of pool parties and never wore any revealing clothing--her insecurities about her self and her body prevented her from flaunting what she thought was an imperfect figure. She always found something to worry about about herself, or some feature that she thought was too prominent, which, therefore, made her ugly.
It wasn't until she learned about the amazing school she was being sent to that she started to blossom, to open up. Sixteen became her magical year, where she left her old life for a brand-new one, where she could fit in and not be afraid to test her limits. In the little island near Hawaii, she could try out that black two-piece and flirt a little with the boys--her future was open to surprises. In a secluded academy in the middle of the Pacific Ocean, she could discover herself, and find out how to live her life.
Now, her mother is living back home in California, believing that her daughter is at a prestigious school for the scientifically and artistically gifted, to which she'd received a full scholarship. Isn't it easy to lie through paper? Every week, Zoe sends her parents and siblings a letter home, telling them how great the school is, how easily the classes are. And she never mentions the booze, the parties, the animals. Those are the things that her mother doesn't need to know.
...connecting human to animal
Zoe loves forensics. It's the blood, the ways bones move, the science and history behind the human body--or bodies in general--that drove her attention to forensic anthropology. That may be why her shift animal is an eagle. Eagles are naturally curious, and involve themselves in anything that catches their eye, if it interests them.
Carrion is a source of food for them, and for Zoe, it's also a way to study the deceased animal's skeleton and figure out how each bone, ligament, and organ works to make a fully-functioning, multi-systemed organism. She is also quick to jump to the defense of a friend or loved one and will fight to keep what's hers--possessions, relationships, anything. There might be other reasons why, but those listed are primary, and define who she is, both as a person and an eagle.
...literacy
RP Sample:[/i]
Here is a post I've recycled from another site. It is written from the viewpoint of a wolf, my character Tasitile. She's a cannibal, but don't judge her too harshly! I love this post of all my others and I believe that it will give you an idea of my roleplaying prowess. Enjoy!
Her eyes focused intently on an ant that crawled up the side of the rock she was situated beside. Its feet alternated in carrying its small weight up the steep rounded expanse of granite. For all its strength, though, the tiny being was no match for a quick swipe of the Red Wolf's paw. Tasi's talons scraped on the hard boulder, leaving four trails of white behind where the pointed claws had etched away such a small layer of material. The said ant landed harmlessly back on the ground, then continued to re-climb where it'd already traveled. A second, then third time the girl brought her padder up to smack it down again before the creature wised up and took another route, farther away than her extended paw could reach. Tasitile was far too warm and lazy now to do much more than glare at the bug as it struggled to reach the top. Once there, it moved on to the other side, now out of the lupine's view.
Contently, the dame lay her head back on the cushion-y grass where it'd been laying before she decided to pester the ant. Spring days always brought around the worst in her. Instead of roaming around and disturbing the peace, she allowed herself to drown in the sun's rays and waste away the day basking in its warmth. Even now, after but an hour subjected to their sleep-lulling ways, she was heated to her very core, so relaxed that not even a herd of succulent deer could arouse her. Wolves, however, might do the trick, because they could be dangerous, looking to spar or test her emotional limits. Mmmm. she sighed, closing her eyes. The backs of her eyelids shone a pinkish-red, outlined by orange or yellow. They darkened to a more muted muddy-red whenever the ball of fire hid behind puffy, white clouds, letting her know that, even though she couldn't see it, the sun was still here, still an ever-present sign of familiarity.
Maybe a morsel will stop by and let me bathe in a pool of vermillion... she muttered, still following her earlier train of thought. Her vocals were light and soft, barely articulated due to the state of almost-complete detachment she'd slipped into. It was strange to feel so limp and free, almost like she hadn't a body at all, but was just a zephyr, part of the sun and the grass and the surrounding area. Her nose would twitch, bringing her senses back to life, back into their own world. Tasi slipped in and out of consciousness, and each time she came to, it was with a jerk. Once was because of a bird's caw, another due to a ladybug crawling against the lay of her red hair. Finally tired of bumming around, she slowly stood, stretching her long limbs out before her.
The lass's jowls opened in a yawn, blinking sleep from her brown eyes. She licked the white hairs on her chest and stomach down flatter, ruffled from sprawling out in the lawn all afternoon. It wasn't until she started inspecting the clusters of boulders that Tasitile noticed the slightly-chilly wind whipping around. Talking to herself inaudibly, the maiden dug around the base of a large rock, near the space it made between itself and another boulder right next to it. Her claws drug away a few swipes of dirt, exposing a small deposit of pebbles, hidden by a fine layer of soil. She took a small mouthful of the crushed rocks, crunching them between her teeth to sharpen them; they'd become dulled lately, making it harder for her to thoroughly tear up the strips of meat she pulled from her prey. With that task finished, Tasi looked around for something productive to do. Something to occupy her time for another day, another minute, so she wouldn't feel like she'd thrown away a full, beautiful afternoon dozing and being lax when she could've been wreaking havoc simply for the fun of it.
Her eyes fell upon another helpless ant, but instead of pissing around with the damned thing, she merely walked up to it and squished it, done and dead. Its hard exoskeleton crunched under the weight of her paw, leaving bodily fluids behind to smear the rock and her pads. Disgusted, Tasi wiped her feet on the grass. Two paws were placed on the top of the nearest rock, the muscles in her front legs working to pull her mass up, the back to heave. Simple movements, and she lifted her red body up onto the rounded surface. Her toes spayed, conforming to the domed contours of the boulder. From this new vantage point, she could see just a little farther into the dense woodland surrounding her, but it wasn't by much. There wasn't a great deal of room around the cluster of rocks she was standing on, just enough grass for her to lay in without annoying tree limbs or roots getting in her way.
The Red wolf lass sighed, considering moving on to a more exciting place, surrounded by wolves who were just begging for her attention. Little testosterone-filled boys wanting to get up close and personal with her. Her coffee-colored jems crinkled as her lips pulled up in a toying smile, just thinking of the fun and games. Hell, she might even be able to get a nip at one of the walking, talking blood-bags. It wasn't the sexual pleasures of mating that piqued her arousal, but the idea of finally getting just a taste of wolf blood on her tongue after being sober for the long months she'd been an Amitel wolf on one of the many islands of Ciroc. Tasitile had worked diligently to secure her place as Sigma Female of the pack, and she would not loose it just to appease her appetite for the blood and succulent meat of a lupine. A single noise brought her attention to a gray wolf to her right who was just entering.
It was sound of his fucking huge ego making its way through.
What words the bruin actually said had little significance when partnered with such the large sense of self-worth he portrayed. It was all she could do to not snicker aloud at this lad who obviously thought himself a god. She was not not drawn to him, because, aside from the inflated idea of his superiority to her, this guy was actually pretty good looking.
Biting back an inappropriate reply that would have made her feel oh-so bitchy in every good and bad way there was, Tasi slid down from her perch. The hard ground met her front then back paws one after the other. The momentum of dropping the foot or so made her cartilage absorb the slight shock before she stepped toward the knight. Don't you have such a pretty face, she purred, cocking her head at him. Her articulations were not inquisitory, for she said them as a statement. He obviously knew how handsome he was; she was only feeding his already ginormous ego. Tasi was not going to kid herself: She wanted to hear him speak again, let her confirm or deny that he had really just spoken such a lyrical word. hel-lo! she thought appreciatively, guess i will stick around, at least for another few minutes...
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