Post by bellanight13 on Jul 11, 2010 15:27:11 GMT -6
Shapeshifter Form.
.OOC Information.
OOC name -- Dee or Bella
Activity Level -- Medium.
Current Characters-- None
How you found Wasted Skies-- Nina told me about it.
.Character Information.
Full Name -- Meghana Kai Malkav
Nickname -- Meg, Ka, Ana, sometimes just her middle name.
Gender -- Female
Age -- 24
Job -- Artist
First Form -- Red Tailed Hawk
Second Form -- Black panther
Last Form -- Wolf
Likes --
Dislikes --
.Character Appearance.
Eye Color -- Amber most of the time.
Eternal Trait -- She has a birth mark on the back of her neck, right where her spine starts that looks like a crescent moon with a star nestled against it.
Height -- 5'6
Weight -- 118 pounds
Overall Appearance -- Meg has golden brown hair with streaks of darker brown and black mixing through it. Her skin is lightly tanned, showing how much time she spends outside. Often she wears brighter colors in her clothing, and has her hair tied back from her face. Her lips are a light red without any make-up on them, and in her animal forms she'll often change her eye color, just to make herself feel safer.
.Personal Character Information.
Personality -- Often quiet and observant, it takes a lot for Meg to act outgoing around her friends. Usually she is rather solitary, and if she discovers another shapeshifter she will stay around them as much as she can. Creative down to her bones, she likes to draw different scapes of the nature of Cambria, even with the city that has been constructed. Drawing people is another past time of hers, but she draws people as she truly sees them. Drawing pictures of just about anything seems to be in her nature, so much she carries a sketch pad with her at all times. When she finally opens up, she can be a bit sarcastic and funny, but it just depends on the person she's talking to.
History -- Born outside of the city, she was raised by both of her parents and her older sister, figuring out her first shift when she was very young. The joy of flight was something that she and her mother shared, even though her mother was a falcon while she was a hawk. Taught how to hide herself and how to read and write at a young age, the hatred for most humans was taught to her, just as it had been taught to her sister before her. Even with that bit of hatred though, she saw a beauty in almost everyone she saw, and started drawing at a young age.
The SEG wasn't suspicious of them for years, until her father screwed up. He took his third form too close to town, and someone saw. His eternal trait was a scar on his hand, so it was difficult to pin point him after he started changing his appearance, but their mother wasn't so lucky. Her eternal trait was her eyes, and when the SEG finally came around while the girls and their father were in town, they took her mother. Both of the girls looked a lot like their father, and since no one in town knew that they were the woman's birth children, they let it go, even as the SEG got suspicious.
Changing their appearance, they took their places inside of the city, changing their last names as well. A hatred for her father slowly started to bloom in Meg, all because she lost her mother when she was ten. His foolishness had cost them, and she often went off alone without her big sister. Slowly, Meg was becoming more and more introverted, not talking to others unless she truly trusted them. It was then, that she started to practice her second shift a lot more when she was far away from the city. She wouldn't get caught like her father did.
At the age of fourteen, her father taught her how to use knives to defend herself, and she ended up giving him another scar in his side. All of her attacks towards him had been ruthless, and he noticed it. The two kept drifting apart, and the sisters did as well, before at the age of eighteen, Meghana moved out into her own home, using her artwork to sell for money. All of her pieces sold pretty well, because she saw so much more in things than other people did.
Staying distant from many of the humans she crossed in the city, it just seemed as if she liked to keep to herself. No one could guess at the hatred that was deep rooted inside of her for humans, no matter how much beauty some of them could hold.
.RP Example.
Running a hand through her long hair, the young woman shifted some on the boulder she was sitting on. A pencil in hand, her golden eyes were focused on something in front of her on the limb of a tree. A large bird, a red tailed hawk actually, perched on the branch. On the paper of the book in the woman's lap, was a half finished sketch of that same bird. Obviously, it was taking a lot of effort to stay still, or still enough that she wouldn't startle the creature on the limb of the tree.
Slowly lowering her hand back to the sketch book, she glanced down, her hair tucked behind her ears. As her pencil moved in smooth, short strokes across the paper, thoughts were buzzing through her head. It was almost her father's birthday, and she hadn't spoken to the man since she was eighteen. Six years, it had been six years since she'd seen him or her sister. She had been avoiding them like the plague and laying low, laying so low it was hard to tell if she was just laying low, or sinking into the mud to disappear.
Things were never as they seemed anymore, and every time she saw someone that was an SEG she got jumpy, but had to act calm. Acting calm was what had kept her alive. If her father had been more careful when she was a child, her mother might still be around. As it was, she didn't even know if the woman was alive or not, or if they had started messing with her insides.
A soft hiss of distaste left her lips at that, and the bird on the branch tensed. Closing her eyes, she took in a few slow breaths to clam herself. If she didn't, her actions would scare away her new subject. As she slowly opened her eyes, they re-focused on the bird that was looking right at her. Smiling at the creature, she continued the sketch.
There were always small changes between each animal, and it was no different with this one. It reminded her of her own hawk form in so many ways, but the main difference was the eyes and the estimated wing span. There was no way her wings were that huge. Chuckling at that thought, seh put the finishing touches on the drawing and nodded her head, signing her initials at the bottom.
"Perfect..." she murmured to herself quietly in a rather soft voice before she looked to the hawk with a smile. "...You can go now, little one. Perhaps we'll meet again...." In the skies she added silently to herself and sighed.
.OOC Information.
OOC name -- Dee or Bella
Activity Level -- Medium.
Current Characters-- None
How you found Wasted Skies-- Nina told me about it.
.Character Information.
Full Name -- Meghana Kai Malkav
Nickname -- Meg, Ka, Ana, sometimes just her middle name.
Gender -- Female
Age -- 24
Job -- Artist
First Form -- Red Tailed Hawk
Second Form -- Black panther
Last Form -- Wolf
Likes --
- Expressing art through drawing or song.
- Staying out in nature as much as she can.
- Getting to know others of her kind
- Training with her knives
- Speaking her mind
- Getting caught in rain storms
Dislikes --
- People who act like they know everything.
- When things in nature are destroyed
- Not being able to live openly on her own planet.
- Her father
.Character Appearance.
Eye Color -- Amber most of the time.
Eternal Trait -- She has a birth mark on the back of her neck, right where her spine starts that looks like a crescent moon with a star nestled against it.
Height -- 5'6
Weight -- 118 pounds
Overall Appearance -- Meg has golden brown hair with streaks of darker brown and black mixing through it. Her skin is lightly tanned, showing how much time she spends outside. Often she wears brighter colors in her clothing, and has her hair tied back from her face. Her lips are a light red without any make-up on them, and in her animal forms she'll often change her eye color, just to make herself feel safer.
.Personal Character Information.
Personality -- Often quiet and observant, it takes a lot for Meg to act outgoing around her friends. Usually she is rather solitary, and if she discovers another shapeshifter she will stay around them as much as she can. Creative down to her bones, she likes to draw different scapes of the nature of Cambria, even with the city that has been constructed. Drawing people is another past time of hers, but she draws people as she truly sees them. Drawing pictures of just about anything seems to be in her nature, so much she carries a sketch pad with her at all times. When she finally opens up, she can be a bit sarcastic and funny, but it just depends on the person she's talking to.
History -- Born outside of the city, she was raised by both of her parents and her older sister, figuring out her first shift when she was very young. The joy of flight was something that she and her mother shared, even though her mother was a falcon while she was a hawk. Taught how to hide herself and how to read and write at a young age, the hatred for most humans was taught to her, just as it had been taught to her sister before her. Even with that bit of hatred though, she saw a beauty in almost everyone she saw, and started drawing at a young age.
The SEG wasn't suspicious of them for years, until her father screwed up. He took his third form too close to town, and someone saw. His eternal trait was a scar on his hand, so it was difficult to pin point him after he started changing his appearance, but their mother wasn't so lucky. Her eternal trait was her eyes, and when the SEG finally came around while the girls and their father were in town, they took her mother. Both of the girls looked a lot like their father, and since no one in town knew that they were the woman's birth children, they let it go, even as the SEG got suspicious.
Changing their appearance, they took their places inside of the city, changing their last names as well. A hatred for her father slowly started to bloom in Meg, all because she lost her mother when she was ten. His foolishness had cost them, and she often went off alone without her big sister. Slowly, Meg was becoming more and more introverted, not talking to others unless she truly trusted them. It was then, that she started to practice her second shift a lot more when she was far away from the city. She wouldn't get caught like her father did.
At the age of fourteen, her father taught her how to use knives to defend herself, and she ended up giving him another scar in his side. All of her attacks towards him had been ruthless, and he noticed it. The two kept drifting apart, and the sisters did as well, before at the age of eighteen, Meghana moved out into her own home, using her artwork to sell for money. All of her pieces sold pretty well, because she saw so much more in things than other people did.
Staying distant from many of the humans she crossed in the city, it just seemed as if she liked to keep to herself. No one could guess at the hatred that was deep rooted inside of her for humans, no matter how much beauty some of them could hold.
.RP Example.
Running a hand through her long hair, the young woman shifted some on the boulder she was sitting on. A pencil in hand, her golden eyes were focused on something in front of her on the limb of a tree. A large bird, a red tailed hawk actually, perched on the branch. On the paper of the book in the woman's lap, was a half finished sketch of that same bird. Obviously, it was taking a lot of effort to stay still, or still enough that she wouldn't startle the creature on the limb of the tree.
Slowly lowering her hand back to the sketch book, she glanced down, her hair tucked behind her ears. As her pencil moved in smooth, short strokes across the paper, thoughts were buzzing through her head. It was almost her father's birthday, and she hadn't spoken to the man since she was eighteen. Six years, it had been six years since she'd seen him or her sister. She had been avoiding them like the plague and laying low, laying so low it was hard to tell if she was just laying low, or sinking into the mud to disappear.
Things were never as they seemed anymore, and every time she saw someone that was an SEG she got jumpy, but had to act calm. Acting calm was what had kept her alive. If her father had been more careful when she was a child, her mother might still be around. As it was, she didn't even know if the woman was alive or not, or if they had started messing with her insides.
A soft hiss of distaste left her lips at that, and the bird on the branch tensed. Closing her eyes, she took in a few slow breaths to clam herself. If she didn't, her actions would scare away her new subject. As she slowly opened her eyes, they re-focused on the bird that was looking right at her. Smiling at the creature, she continued the sketch.
There were always small changes between each animal, and it was no different with this one. It reminded her of her own hawk form in so many ways, but the main difference was the eyes and the estimated wing span. There was no way her wings were that huge. Chuckling at that thought, seh put the finishing touches on the drawing and nodded her head, signing her initials at the bottom.
"Perfect..." she murmured to herself quietly in a rather soft voice before she looked to the hawk with a smile. "...You can go now, little one. Perhaps we'll meet again...." In the skies she added silently to herself and sighed.
