Serenity Miller ~Fin*

[Serenity Miller]

Serenity Miller

....the mask

Your Name: Kath
Where did you find us?: I found it on an affilition from Pokemon Indigo League
How long have you been roleplaying?: 7 if you go by terms of service.
Password: [admin edit!]

...basic character information

Birth Name: Serenity Faith Miller
Nickname: SFM ~ Sere
Gender: Female
Age: 16
Grade: 11th
Birth date: April 12, 1994?
Program: Bachelor of Science
Major: Horse Training - Animal Training
Major Explanation: Sere knows first hand what it's like to train a horse, she lived on a horse ranch growing up, and than magically turned into a horse a few months after her birthday. She shares a love with these animals and will do anything to be near them. If that means training them to behave, she'll do that as soon as she gets herself under control.
Animal Identity: Horse

...personality

Likes:(at least 10)

• Grass and Hay~ Hey, I eat the stuff, you got a problem with it, talk to my hoof!
  
• Running~ I'm a good runner, I'm not going to spoil that for myself, I enjoy it.
  
• Leather~ You know, the smell of leather is always so nice. I don't understand myself one bit...
  
• Rain~ It's nice to go running in the rain, it keeps you cool.
  
• Horses~ I love them all they try to hurt me, that's my fault for being stupid, you know?
  
• Water~ It's not much fun to jump in, but it's alright if you're crossing a river or getting a quick drink....I don't know how to swim so...
  
• Reading~ When I do settle down, it's a good past time.
  
• People~ I am definately not shy. Though I don't talk too much either, I like being, just in the middle.
  
• Sad Quiet Music~ Why I like it sad I don't know, but, it's so comforting at times, and so distressing at others.
  
• Stuffed Animals~ Yes, I'm thirteen, yes I have stuffed animals, yes I'm a lit- hey! I am not a little kid.
  

Dislikes: (at least 10)

• Thunder~ They make me uneasy, loud noises, you know?
  
• Loud Noises~ Look above, they make me uneasy, anything loud, I could never be in a band.
  
• Big, non-domestic cats~ If they can swipe at my butt, I'm out of there. They are mean.
  
• Mice~ You know that rumor of the elephant being afraid of mice? Change it to a horse being afraid of mice, they are small, white, and have rabies.
  
• Art~ I have no artistic ability, I fail.
  
• Fish~ They are slimy, they're fun to play with, no I am not a cat.
  
• Spurrs~ Have you ever had one jab into your side? No, well bite me, you don't wear those if you ride me.
  
• Brands~ I didn't like branding the horses, and I don't like hot metal, so ha!
  
• Tight Spaces~ I have clausterphobia, what gives you got a problem with that?
  
• Computers~ The darned things never work for me!!
  

Fears: (At least 3)

• Thunder and Guns~ Both loud, and sound the same, classififed as one.
  
• Fast and Deep Rivers~ No I cannot swim and have a fear of drowning.
  
• Being Branded~ It's a horse thing, you wouldn't understand unless you were cattle of some sort.
  

Strengths: (At least 3)

• Running~ I'm faster than a cheet- well, maybe not. I'm fast alright? I wonder, who is faster ~goes to look up on the internet*
  
• Friendship~ It might take me a minute to spell it, but I live off the stuff man!
  
• Free Will~ Don't you try to control me, I bite, and kick.
  

Weaknesses: (At least 3)

• Controlled Will~ You put a saddle on me, I'm okay, you put reigns on me, I'm okay, you try to tell me where to go with the reigns, bye bye cowboy.
  
• Arguments~ I just get so hurt when someone who liked me stops liking me, it makes me want to cry, and most of the time I do.
  
• Head Strong~ I'm very head strong, I won't listen to you, and I am very defiant, so bug off, got that!!?
  

Overall: [400 words minimum]

Sere has an attitude, it comes from the wild inside her, and she does more than enough to show that she's just as easily tempered as a wild stallion, and much like a stallion she takes time to warm up to you, she might act like she's okay with you, but once you have her trust you will be able to tell that she trustes you. She can be weary of people at some times, and at others not so much. She values friendship, so once she is your friend, you're stuck with her, or risking her tears and hatred for the rest of her life. Once you mistreat her, she's instantly weary. She doesn't like guns, or loud music, it startles her. She always preferred the peaceful serene type of music, and her parents knew she would, they don't know how, just did. She's also more of a loner, she loves people, but she can become violent in some occasions, taking after her shifts personality.

If you threaten her and or friends she is quite protective, and she found, that she shifts a lot when she's angry, than you don't want to mess with the horse, she's bold and will not stop to think about kicking someone when they try to hurt her friends. She often causes trouble this way. She does not really like cats that much, you know the game cat and mouse? You put any wild, giant, cat infront of her, and she will run, scream, faint, or shift, run, neigh, or kick. In general things with big teeth and claws scare her, she always had been since one of her favorite horses was attacked by a mountain lion.

If she knows you, she will be easy to saddle and you could even take her for a ride, but try to get near her in shift form, and the wild comes out, she can't control it, it's just her shifts personality, weary, and skittish, and she does not like people that her human self does not know. The two tend to balance each other out. Though this is one horse that will willingly run across a river if the current isn't bad, she'd even stand in the middle, she loves water as long as she can touch the bottom and there was no chance of being swept away. She is quite lovable all-in-all once she knows you, even if she does express a little bit of an attitude.

...appearance

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Celebrity Play By: Rika Ishikawa
Appearance: [400 words minimum]
Sere has a light maroon/red hair color. Due to her Asian background of her father, whom she luckily takes after, she is naturally darker skinned compared to the average American, making it so she doesn't have to tan, ever girls dream, she has dark brown eyes that seem to sit perfectly on her face. On her neck she has a serial number temperary tattoo on the back of her neck "56347-55359-64569" which is the serial number of the now deceased Thunder, she has many of these. It is in a cursive and in a light purple color. She is aproximately five foot six inches and weighes about 137 lbs, though she tries to keep it around that number anyways. Most of the time she does not wear any make up at all, though on the off chance that she does, when she feels like wanting to be feminine, which most of the time she doesn't, she where more natural colors that match her tone to keep it from being too obvious that she's wearing it, and on the off chance that she wants to stand out brighter than a flash of lightning, she wears dark colors, to match her general outfit, she tries not to wear make up because she's more of the tomboy type of girl than she is girly-girl, if she does her makeup is dark.. Such as black eye shadow, dark eyeliner, black mascara, and dark maroon lipstick, but that's rare, the idea of being plastic annoys her, and it's hard to find a good cheap company that doesn't test on animals, which, anything tested on animals will not go anywhere near. Make up also makes a girls skin more oily and if she ever acted out like a diva girl, it was when she had acne, it annoyed her, and she didn't want to start getting it now. She often wears a white top, in school it's a tank top or t-shirt, but everywhere else it's usually a tubetop or a bikini top, she doesn't care if she shows skin. She normally wears a pair of shorts or if she's at the pool, obviously, or at a beach or just walking around home, she just stays in her bikini bottoms or spandex, again, she's not too worried about showing off.

In her shift form she is a black Arabian Mustang that is pure black, not a single other color on her, her hooves are a light pink and her heart girth is between 72 and 74" which puts her around the weight of 1065 and 1225. She is generally always holding her head up high, and most of the time if she's with friends will be seen with a saddle or bridle on, even thought the bridle hurts, she can endure a few things to keep friends happy right. She tries to keep her main long and natural, and shiny as can be.[/size]

...history

Parents: Sara and Mikael Miller
Siblings: Rachel Miller (Younger Sister)
[400 words minimum]
I was born like any other person, I had two loving parents named Sara and Mikael Miller, and they did oh so adore me, when I was an infant, I was too young to remember so I do not remember anything until like kindergarten, so let's start there.

When I started school in kindergarden, it was kindergarden, we did a lot of fun stuff, even though I was crabby in the morning and never wanted to go to school, my mom would pull me out of bed and help me dress, because god forgive her if she let me pick out my own cloths, they never mathed, we had fun, once I was awake. At this time we were living somewhere in Missouri, I'm not sure where though, it was so long ago. I made plenty of friends and we had a lot of fun, no one really had sterotypes or harrassed others, by this time, I was five. I didn't really care for animals, I just loved to run, I got into a lot of trouble because I would run in the halls and in the classroom.

First grade I started to mature a little more, I sat down, listened to my listen, didn't throw anything, though that's when my temper started to check up, the other kids started picking on my friends because most of them were guys or tom boys and I was a girl, so I started standing up, showing them that because I was a girl, didn't mean that I wasn't just as good, if not better than a boy. I was willing to prove it to, if first graders ever got into fights, I was definately one, which outcasted me from one group, and brought me into another, my parents always told me not to mind them, and since I was six now, they were planning another baby, which they meant as, "Oh, by the way honey, I'm pregnant. We said we were planning on a baby because you don't know what that means."

In second grade I had a little sister, which made me a little edgy, did you know babies cried so much? I didn't get very much sleep and my crankiness turned worse, I wasn't much of a morning person back than, so what we did was we moved to Montana, on nice grassy planes and opened up a horse ranch, my parents got me my own horse because they weren't paying much attention. She was a purebread black Arabian mare, she was brilliant, I was going to name her Diamond, because of the white patch, but she remembered me more of Thunder, which we were both afraid of. Believe it or not, she loved me, and after a while, I started loving her too.

In third grade I was riding her at a gallop, I had finally made new friends and some of them stayed the summer with us, which was fun. Once my parents knew that Thunder wasn't going to kill me when I was left alone, they let me spend more time with her, and my personality started developing like hers, when it came to thunder storms I would go out in her stall and she would lay down and I'd cuddle with her, yeah, cuddling with a horse, it sounds obserd, but it's warm! They started calling me the Horse Lover, which didn't bother me, until it started meaning something else as I got older...

In fourth grade, I started getting into fights again, and Thunder had started becoming my relaxant, I was always anxious and angry until I was around her because of how the students in school were treating me, though I never did complain to my parents, that would be unrashable. This was about the time I discovered that Thunder didn't like saddles or bridles, and I started riding her as she was, without saddling her or putting a bridle on her, she loved galloping that way, when she had her head, so she could go faster and easier.

In fifth grade, I got detention a lot, that's about that, for fifth grade. Fights, horse riding, oh, I guess that's when I took an interest into actually training the other wild or nearly wild horses we had, which helped because I was lighter, we could get them used to the western saddle with me on it, than change it to the light saddle when a heavier person got on to ride them.

Sixth grade was much the same, but to a more tamed level, they started calling me horse girl because other kids who had horses were noticing a resemblence in my peronality to a horses, it was more offense now, because I knew they meant it from harm. But once more I ignored it, I started behaving a little more towards the end of the year.

Sevenths grade was a hectic year, this was when I spent the most time with Rachel, my younger sister, she was six now, and i needed to help her with her homework, and babysit her while our parents worked, it wasn't as bad as she thought it was, now that she was around she actually liked the little bugger.

Eighth grade was simple, except for her failing grades, and suspensions from arguing with teachers. I just correced her once and she says I called her a b**ch, seriously? There were plenty of witnesses, she mispelled arrogant and my name, in the same sentence, at least have the decency to spell wrong in two sentences. I had fun eigth grade year, my first boyfriend too, everyone bullied him for dating the 'Horse Lover' for that name was no longer in harmless jest, it was inapropriate in every way. Make fun of me, not the horses I hang with.

Ninth grade, high school, I was nervous, the teachers liked me, I put some of the more troublesome kids in their placed and once more I became more respectable, these strange actings are getting me into more trouble than me trying to cause trouble. No one can fully understand me, and I don't even understand myself, that's the problem. I started thinking deeper about who I was in ninth grade. How I had the anger of Thunder, the protectiveness of Thunder, it was all personality wise that I was linked to Thunder, and my friends were seeing this, and they started making fun of me. I mean, pick up the personality of someone else, who cares, but if it's a respectable creature like a horse? Hell no, you're a monster in their eyes.

Tenth grader didn't go anywhere more me, everyone was harressing me now, and my temper started to flare even more, it was getting worse, I was becoming more protective of myself, and my belongings, and I would hurt those who tried to get near me when I didn't trust them, or I would at least threaten them much like a horse would, actually hurting people took a lot for me to do unless they were a serious threat.

A month or two after school ended, and after my birthday I shifted, the bad thing was that I was out with Thunder, the good thing was, I would've killed my sister if I hadn't been. I didn't know what was happening I was really angry and I was out riding Thunder 'naked' she was a good girl, and suddenly my anger flared and I was cracking, I'm not sure if I actually felt pain, but I screamed as if there was pain, I ended up falling off, and because I had done it so much Thunder stopped dead in her tracks and came back, but instead of a human girl, I was almost the exact twin of Thunder, than, because I was not in control and angry, I challanged her, and she couldn't not except, she was older and weak, I was yonger and strong, and I was out to prove I could be leader of the herd, I couldn't think in my animal shift state and I was kicking her head and she was trying to fend me off, but she couldn't, needless to say, I killed her, my parents came out at that exact moment as a shifted, they had me in a halter tied up in a horse trailer moving fast to get me to the school I'm at now, they told my little sister it was just a dream...

...connecting human to animal

[One Paragraph Minimum (Can be point form)]
Because Sere spent so much time with her horse, she started developing a deep bond with Thunder. She even started picking up personality traits from Thunder, like not liking people to come near or touch her that she does not know, and if someone threatens her, she plays tough and acts like she'll hurt them if they come near her. She also has a certain protection for her friends a horse has for its herd, this is how she is connected to her horse shift, through personality. Her specific shift form is connected through speed, she is a top runner in her school, as are Arabians in the horses, they're one of the top runners. The color is probably due because she really likes the color black, it just doesn't look good on her.

...literacy

RP Sample[/i]
-Must be in the 3rd person point of view and in past tense
-REMEMBER we are an intermediate-advanced literacy site. Please keep that in mind.
-Must be at least 3 paragraphs

Sere stood staring at the pool, no real reason why, she was too scared to get in herself, but she loved to just stick her feet in, it seemed ridiculous, a 13 year old that could pass for an adult being afraid of the water, it just horrified her, it also made her embarressed, though she would never, ever, give up her stuffed animals she was proud of them, she needed them, they kept her remotely insane. She was a two piece black bikini but draped over her shoulders was a black towle and her long brown hair was pulled back. She knew how to swim, of course she did, she just didn't like not having something solid beneather her, she was willing to wade across streams shifted, only if she could touch, which was usually easy for her, in her shift form, she was a horse.

She was about to sit down when a few other kids accidentally pushed her in, she screamed as she fell in, towel and al, this was not how she had planned on getting in she swam back up to the surface, because of course she had to be sitting at the deep end, brilliant don't you think? Being afraid of water and sitting at the deep end? She certainly thought so, she scoffed at herself, of course boys would be boys and want to mess around and break rules when there was obviously a sign nearby that read "DO NOT RUN" in big bold letters, so of course they just had to break it. It's no fun if they don't. She was lucky she caught her towel as she fell in or else it might be at the bottom of the pool, she crawled out and stood up.

"Great, just great, now I'm wet, without a towel..."

She sighed and looked around, no point in getting mad, besides the pool was not the best place to shift into a wild stallion, and she was wild alright, she still couldn't control the wild blood flowing through her veigns, and even now she felt like breaking free into a gallop, and run with the wind, being one with nature, being an Arabian Stallion. That was what she wanted, but she knew she couldn't, not here, maybe in a field where no one was around, after she had killed her favorite horse, she would never trust her shift, ever.
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