Phyllis Wells

[hedgie]

Phyllis Kara Wells

....the mask

Your Name: Ali
Where did you find us?: An ad on Chernobyl Chains
How long have you been roleplaying?: Around two years
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...basic character information

Birth Name: Phyllis Kara Wells
Nickname: None
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Grade: 11
Birth date: May 8th
Program: Bachelor of arts
Major: Mythology
Animal Identity: Hedgehog

...personality

Likes:

• night time
  
• sleeping in
  
• running
  
• rock climbing
  
• chicken
  
• the beatles
  
• south park
  
• metallica
  
• carrots
  
• cows
  

Dislikes:

• mornings
  
• storms
  
• her height
  
• smokers
  
• perfume
  
• sitting still
  
• musical theater
  
• milk- based products
  
• pain
  
• "girly" girls
  
• homophobes
  
• modern music (except green day)
  

Fears:

• claustrophobia- fear of enclosed spaces
  
• brontophobia- fear of thunder
  
• enochlophobia- fear of crowds
  
• acrophobia- fear of heights
  

Strengths:

• stamina
  
• indapendant
  
• flexible
  
• escapism
  
• large collection or random facts
  

Weaknesses:

• lactose intolerant
  
• rambles
  
• dark chocolate
  

Overall:

Well, to start, I'd consider myself a tomboy. I think it's pretty fucking annoying when girls are all like "omigawd, boys and hair!" This is the 21st century, I don't need prince charming to rescue me. I'll rescue myself, thank you very much. I think I'm kind of going into feminist territory with this, but I guess that's me. I have a very low tolerance for intolerance. Hey, that's kind of an oxymoron. Whatever. 'Retard' is a medical term, not an insult. 'Gay' isn't an insult either. Don't use it that way. There are a lot of Christian rednecks in my town that go around bashing gays, and I for one don't hesitate punching them. Alright, so that's an exaggeration, but I did punch one. Once. But that was only because he said me and my friend were lesbians and that's why we were so pissed about what he was saying. Besides, it just so happens that my best friend is gay, but who is he to judge? Besides, we didn't know at the time of the incident. It pisses me off the way people use 'retard'. These are people that can't really defend themselves because their mental state, but it doesn't mean they're less of a person! Most special needs kids are way nicer and cooler than the assholes that are (whether intentionally or not) insulting them. Sorry... I just get kind of emotional about things like that. Not only is my best friend (like I said before), a lesbian, but I volunteer with special needs kids. It kills me to see people put them down. Ok, next thing. I hate there being lots of people around... I remember going to New York once. I remember really hating it. I was a country girl, and god damn there's just to many people in New York. I freaked out. I insisted we cut our vacation short, especially after the Rockett's Christmas Spectacular was less than interesting. A bunch of girls kicking their legs up and singing. Fun... I'm much more comfortable in rural Vermont. I'm really like that anywhere there's a lot of people. I like space, space, and more space. I had a bit of trouble transitioning to the academy after I shifted, but I got used to it. Ok... I'd consider myself pretty tough. I can hold me own in a fight and use that height you're so proud of against you, and kick your ass in all my midget glory. (I'll admit, the one place where I kind of don't obey my own rules or tolerance is with midgets. I'm practically one myself!) Um... I'm a huge fan of old music, particularly Metallica and Beatles. They just don't make music like they used to. And when I say used to, I mean they didn't sing like crap and have computers auto-tune everything beyond the point of recognition. *cough*ke$ha*cough*

...appearance

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Celebrity Play By: Juno Temple
Appearance:
To start this thing off, I'm short. Like, really really short. I still haven't even made five feet, dammit. Four eleven. I just can't bridge that one inch... But I guess a super tall person couldn't really turn into a normal- sized rodent. Whatever. I'd still like to be at least... five three. Anyway. I have light blonde hair that never wants to stay in place. It can be anywhere from super puffy and frizzy to pretty little ringlets depending what I do with it. Usually that's nothing, so usually it's puffy. I've got pale skin and my eyes are a weird greenish-bluish color. My figure is kind of full, but I'm not fat or anything. I'm actually kinda skinny, just not disproportionately so. Like those girls that get their growth spurt and it looks like someone grabbed on to their fingers and toes and pulled, so they just stretched out like silly putty or something. Ok, that sounded completely weird. Can't you just look at a picture or something? Whatever. As for piercings, just my ears. I've had em done since I was a baby. No tattoos or anything, but when I turn eighteen I think it'd be cool to get a star or something on my foot. As for clothes, I'm pretty simple. I'm a big fan of black jeans and sweatshirts, but that doesn't work out very well in Hawaii. (Interesting fact: hedgehogs are illegal to keep as pets in the state of Hawaii. Good thing I'm not a pet. Then again, I'm sure there's a whole host of illegal animals on this island.) Here I generally wear t shirts and cutoff jeans. Not a big skirt fan, too easy for guys to get glimpses of things they shouldn't. So... hedgehog me. Lucky me, I'm even small for a hedgehog. My fur is pale, around the same color as my hair. My quills (hey, if you're gonna be a glorified rat, might as well be one with quills) are a mid-shade brown with some pale ones mixed in and even a few really dark brown. The quills are kind of funny... If you look at the base they look really dark brown, but if you look at me from the top it's light, almost the same color as my hair. Who knows how that coloring worked out. I've got brown fur around my face. Like most hedgehogs, I've got black eyes and a black nose. My legs are mostly bald with a bit of white fuzz, completely adorable looking if I may say so myself. I'm a pretty stereotypical hedgie, actually.[/size]

...history

Parents: Garreth Wells, father, porcupine shifter || Lillian Jean Simms-Wells, mother, hamster shifter
Siblings: Delilah Wells, 6, shift unknown || Elzbeth Wells, 13, twin, ferret shifter || Ezekiel Wells, 13, twin, rat shifter
So I'm the oldest of four (all with really crappy names), all rodent shifters. Well, except Delilah, we don't know about her. She hasn't shifted yet. Anyway, shifting has always been this big glorious thing in our family, especially when it comes to rodents. Ever since there were these mice shifters way back in the family there's always been at least one rodent shifter, usually more, in the family. There's also a huge deal about marrying another rodent shifter to maximize the chances of having rodent kids. It's really weird, but I guess it worked. Other than a scarlet macaw awhile back, I don't think there's been any lapses in the big fancy tradition. Consequently, the Wells are also a very short family. The other thing that gets handed down the Wells family is really weird names. I swear, mom was drugged when dad named the twins. Delilah is the only one with a good name. Mine's ok... Whatever. So like I said, shifting was always a huge deal, so the transition has been really simple for all of us. But I'll get back to the shift later.

I grew up on a farm in rural Vermont. Sort of. See, it's not a working farm... It used to be, but afterwards, my parents bought it so we'd have plenty of space. There's the main house, the barn, and acres and acres of fields. We do have one cow, just because cows rock. Everyone else got to take advantage of the farm fresh milk and all that crap, but lucky me, I'm lactose intolerant. Hey, did you know that lactose tolerance is actually a mutation? So technically, they're all mutants and I'm normal. Dear god, we all shape shift and I say they're mutants because they drink milk? I've got some messed up perspectives. Whatever. I don't really remember the twins, Elzbeth and Ezekiel, being born, I was only four. I remember the fact that there was a lot of blood and then two very noisy pink blobs. I also had to move bedrooms because my parents wanted the room across the hall for the new baby. I moved into the attic, which was cool. It was bigger, and I could be more alone. I always liked an element of privacy, even when I was really little. That's another similarity I had with hedgehogs, I guess. Anyway, I always got along with Elzie and Zekie (those are my names for them, which they hate), even when they got older and more annoying.

Nothing of much importance happened to me until I was eleven. That's when Dollie (my nickname for Delilah) was born. I never connected with her as much as I did the twins. She always seemed to get on my nerves. I also switched bedrooms again, but this time by choice. Elzie and Zekie were going to switch to the attic. They shared a room, it needed to be big. But besides that, I was nearing the big one-three, when I was going to get the long anticipated shift. I moved into the nearby barn and made myself a bedroom up in the hayloft. I also left some hay up there to fill all my rodent-y needs. Pretty soon we'd be celebrating a new rodent shifter in the family, or so we all hoped. Well, on exactly my 12th birthday, they got their wish. Shortly after moving I got two bunnies to keep me company in the barn.

I remember the first time I shifted, clear as day. The day before my 12th birthday, I was tired, so I crawled up to the hayloft and went to sleep at 12 noon. There I stayed, asleep, until around 1 am on the morning of my birthday. I woke up to my entire body in terrible pain, unlike anything I'd felt before. Everything also grew more distant, as I did what I now know is shrink to my hedgehog size. As I shrunk, my bones changed shape. Nothing was as bad as the skull, though. That has a definitive shape, and it's never meant to be changed. The shift has never hurt like that again, thank god, but it doesn't feel good. Human bones aren't supposed to be able to change shape like that. I also remember the sensation of fur sprouting from my body. It was a very strange, prickly feeling, that left my itching all over. And then there were the quills. They really hurt coming out too, they're just these pokey things coming out of my skin. My parents always described the shift as being a magical, wonderful thing, but I just remember it as being a world of pain. By the time I was finished I was scared, sore, and lost in a mass of bedding and Mickey Mouse pajamas. After finally finding my way out of that mess, I nearly fell off the hayloft due to the mattress shifting a bit in the night, making it closer to the edge than I was used to. Luckily we had a distress buzzer installed in the loft in case the barn ever caught fire or something. I called my parents and they were all happy. I think dad was happiest, he liked having another spiny creature in the house so when Elzie poked herself on a quill someone shed in her dollhouse it wouldn't automatically be his.

A few days later I had my Shifting Party. It's like a birthday party, only only my family does it, it only happens once, and it's about shapeshifting. Basically, all the shifters in the family shift, gather into one place, and the newest shifter shifts for the first time voluntarily. It's this big fancy tradition, and no humans are allowed. You know how I said it's like a birthday party? Yeah, forget that. It's more like a bat mitzvah without the party afterwards. Formal, boring, and a huge rite of passage. But all the family came and everyone was so proud of me for god knows why. I guess it was cool to have everyone fawn over me, but that was about it. Funnily enough, my pet bunnies were invited to the party, but my siblings weren't. So that year, I started going to Shifter Academy.

The next really big thing was Elzie and Zekie's first shift. I remember Zekie was really upset when he first shifted, he said how much he hated rats and how gross they were. Elzie wasn't happy with being a ferret either, but she dealt with it better than Zekie. I mean... he was devastated. I felt horrible for him. It took a lot of shifters rallying around him to make him be ok with being a rat. I don't think he's fully accepted being a rat yet. He really never shifts, where as Elzie is only human when we force her to. It's kind of funny how different they are.

That was really the only significant thing in my life was when I turned sixteen. The summer between school years, I really, really, really wanted to tell anyone about shifting. So one day, when June (my best friend since we were in diapers) was over and we were just lying in a field, she told me she had a secret to tell me, I took it as an oppertunity. But I let her go first. Well, she came out to me. At first I was a little worried she was crushing on me or something, but she told me she wasn't, and I trust her. After that, I shifted for her. I know it's completely against every shifter rule, but she told me something so big... To this day, I'm the only one she's ever come out to. It's kind of a big responsibility carrying around her secret, but it's not like I can't keep a secret. She doesn't know the rest of my family are shifters too, and I don't plan to change that.

...connecting human to animal

"Well, to start it off, there's a genetic thing. Both my parents are shifters. My dad shifts into a porcupine, my mom shifts into a hamster. (Shifting into rodents in my family goes way back. I think it started in like, 1906 when all three triplets, one of which is my great whatever grandma, shifted into mice. Wouldn't it be funny if they were blind? That sounded really bad... But you know. Three blind mice. Haha.) I guess hedgehog is kind of the meeting point for those two. Besides that, my personality is really... hedgehogy. Is that even a word? I don't think so. Hedgehog- like is probably the right word, but I don't give a damn. Wow, I'm getting off- topic. Ok, so hedgehogs are nocturnal. I'm a night owl. Hedgehogs are always escaping from their cages, and I'm pretty handy and getting out of things. Hedgehogs run a lot, so do I. Same thing with flexibility, pointy little bastards can twist themselves into all sorts of weird positions. I'm probably one double joint away from being a bona fide contortionist. Last thing with that is that hedgies have really sensitive noses, so it's really hard for them to be in houses with smokers. A lot of smokers have to give up pet hedgehogs because they bit them all the time. Well I say good for you, hedgie. I can't stand the smell of cigarette smoke. It's like, the grossest thing ever. I've been known to mouth off to people smoking in public. There's this great invention, it's called an ashtray. Ugh. Whatever. Physically, I'm really petite. Hedgehogs are rodents, so naturally they're small. Also, some kinds of hedgehogs are all white. I'm not as a hedgehog, but I'm pretty pale. Back to human me. I'm like, pale all over. Pale skin, light hair. That's about it...

...literacy

Emilija continued chewing on the meat. It was really annoying eating with a skin on. Human teeth weren't used to raw meat, which made it hard to chew, and human tongues didn't approve of cannibalism, which took away from the taste a bit. But she wouldn't be taking off the skin any time soon. After harvesting eyes, she liked to keep the skin on for a bit so the different body parts got used to each other. Thinking about the eyes made her eyebrows twitch a bit, in a sad, fruitless attempt to blink. Blinking with a skin on... Her inability to do so annoyed Emilija endlessly. Of all the things not to be able to do, why blinking? The average human blinked tens of thousands of times a day. Emilija could go a week without blinking once, but not by her choosing. If Emilija had it her way, she'd be blinking up a storm. Every time she saw a human blink, she had the urge to rip out their eyes. More often the not she didn't deny herself, even though she usually didn't wear the eyes.

Emilija felt another stab of annoyance when he laughed. “Oh please, it’s always in a state of rotting. Just because you can’t tell now doesn’t mean anything.” She pursed her lips. "Just making sure I somehow missed the fact that it rancid or something and needed to be changed right this second." She usually wouldn't miss that, but everyone had their days. Once she'd actually found bugs eating at her hip, and that had turned her stomach a bit. She didn't usually mind bugs. She saw a lot worse than them, but when they were chewing on her they were pretty disgusting. “In any case, I’m here because I’m bored, smelled the blood, and came to investigate. The zombies hate it when I challenge them by bravely walking through ‘their mall’ as if they own it. Plus, it’s always fun running into monsters that don’t have a clue about what they’re doing, such as you.” She laughed a bit at that. "They also get annoyed when you eat them." She switched her voice to a falsetto. "You can't do that, this is our territory! Go eat someone on your own territory." She brought her voice down to normal. "Oh please. As if anyone cares about territory. I sure as hell don't." She ignored the rest of his statement about monsters that didn't know what they were doing. She knew what she was doing. He was just smarter than the average creature.

“Why not? It’s not like I’m going to use it to track you down. After this encounter I don’t give a fuck if I ever see you again.” She was annoyed again. "Oh I don't know. I don't need a reason to not want to give my name. I just don't feel like it." She listened to his next remark and internally smiled. “Besides, all it would take is a smart survivor and you’re toast. They do exist, you know.” Did he really think she was that much of a wimp? "I know. I've met quite a few, and killed a good number of them. Just because I choose not to make them my main target doesn't mean I'd be killed by the first survivor with half a brain that wanders across my path. “Maybe if you’d grow a pair instead of going after girls like that one, it’d be different. Laziness is a sign of weakness. But if you really don’t want to give me your name, then whatever. I was asking it to be polite, even though you don’t deserve it.” She smiled a bit on the outside, though she was getting more annoyed at his every statement. She was brushing him off as best she could, but it was getting difficult. "Well, I like a pretty skin, and it seems that most of the pretty ones are only alive by some kind of cruel fate, not by their own doing. Besides, they're so annoying I'm probably doing the rest of the survivors a favor by ridding them of the dumb ones. They probably thank me every time they find the remains of one," she joked. "But if it was politeness you intended, I really don't care if I deserve it or not."

“No sane school would take you, dear. In fact, no school at all would take you in,” he mocked. It didn't work; Emilija wasn't annoyed in the least by that. "Exactly my point. How ever am I to learn if no one teaches me?" she said sarcastically. "I really don't care about your opinion of my acting. It's not intended for your kind. Vampires aren't very tasty creatures. Blood is the most bland, disgusting part of the body, I don't understand how you can sustain yourself on it." She wrinkled her nose. "Unfortunately, that makes you smell- and taste- decidedly unappetizing." She swallowed the lump of meat in her mouth, which she'd been chewing the entire conversation. "Don't you ever get tired of the same body part all the time?"
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