ANDREOLA, neroli elizabeth

[neroliandreola]

Neroli Elizabeth Andreola

Character Play-by: Becca Louise

name: Neroli Elizabeth Andreola
age: Nineteen
gender: Female
orientation: Asexual
race: Wolf Shapeshifter ((if it's okay: She's not part of the Quileute shifters))
birthplace: Anchorage, Alaska
current location: Forks, Washington
occupation: N/A

personality:
Hateful. Neroli is a very hateful shifter, disliking anyone she meets. She has almost entirely lost her humanity, despite the fact that she IS pretty much a human. She's allowed herself to go almost entirely to her wolfish instincts, hiding her pain, masking it with a bloodlust that could rival a vampire's. When she's in one of her moods to kill, she doesn't let anything stand in her way. She fights with everything head-on, using her wolf overpower her human.

Conniving. When she's not killing, she's plotting to kill. Her highly active brain is almost always in motion, calculating. Like any wolf should, she picks out the weakest prey, and attacks. The Way of the Wolf. Capture the weak, so the strong can continue to reproduce. And Neroli follows this Way.

Bitchy. If she isn't killing or planning her next kill, she's probably bitching at someone in her human form. Though she rarely allows herself to be in human form, when she is in it, she's somewhat calmer. As a human, she's not hunting. As a human, she's waiting for someone to challenge her, to give her a reason to fight. And she enjoys every fight she's in -human or wolf.
detailed history:
"How cute!"

"Cute? She's a damn wolf! She got your sister's filthy blood! Take her back!"

"Oh, stop it, Antonio! She's your daughter too."

"She's not my daughter, you cheating whore."

"Anotonio, yes she is! I never-"

"I said shut up Elizabeth!"

This was when Neroli Elizabeth was born. As soon as she got home, she shifted. From the beginning, she was strong, intelligent, a natural-born actress. Shifting was a breaze. Meeting people was a breaze. She was a sweet girl in the beginning. She was an angel. When she shifted, she played a lot with the younger kids, all of them finding her white paws to be very cute. Ner was a very cute wolf pup, and an even cuter child. She loved attention, and usually got it.

Her mother adored her. Her friends adored her. She even had a place among her aunt's wolf pack, despite her parents' efforts in keeping her away from them. Usually during winter, when the snow was freezing and icey, Neroli would be with her aunt, huddling with the pack. She was always more comfortable in her wolf form. Her human form -while cute- felt awkward and unreal to the very young shifter.

The girl's alpha instincts were obvious very soon. She held her own against the older pups, and dominated a few of them. She was a natural fighter, her snaps coming easily. Even as a human she was a good fighter, though she understood boundaries and that fighting as a human wasn't right. The pack of shifters enjoyed watching the young wolf battle her way to the top. Something about the way her eyes lit up, about how she wagged her tail and grinned and took each hit like it was a comforting massage.

After a nasty fight with her father, only one eye was able to light up. She was thirteen, rebelious. Her natural black hair was changing colors faster than the seasons -not that seasons really changed in Alaska. Her father -an angry, drunken human- was yelling at Ner's mother. And while they weren't particularly close, Neroli still felt the mother-daughter connection. And when Antonio tried choking Elizabeth, Neroli shifted and attacked him. Using a recently-broken beer bottle, Antonio slashed Ner's eye, blinding her. The pain egged her on, and her enjoyment of the fight was apparent as she faught. Antonio wouldn't give up, and in the end, his body lay cold, his blood coating Neroli's black fur.

She was devistated, unsure of how it ended that way. And then her mother attacked her, calling her many names that Neroli wishes she could forget. She, too, was killed.

For years Neroli has had to bear it, though she's changed this sadness, re-made it into a hatred for any that she comes across.
fears:
* Getting killed
* Finding someone she doesn't hate
* Finding someone she loves
strengths:
* Patience(not necessarily with people, but she's patient when the time needs it)
* Wolf form, she is strong and large(timber wolves are the largest breed of wolf)
* When she has to be, she's an actress, and a damn good one
weaknesses:
* Left eye is blind(so if you come up on her left side, she's screwed)
* Can be hot-headed
* Quick to judge
likes:
* Fighting
* Giving pain
* Recieving pain
* Blood(any)
* Food
* Piercings
* Thinking
* Planning things(usually attacks)
* Attacking
* Working alone
* Winning
* FEW shifters(doesn't really "like" them, but she won't attack them)
dislikes:
* Surprises
* Losing
* Most other sups and humans
* Many shifters(not all)
* Being talked to
* Being in a crowd
* Alcohol
* Drugs

facial appearance: Ner has a round, somewhat heart-shaped face. Her right eye is green, almost enchanting. Her left eye is clouded from her blindness - though it was blue.
clothing: She wears clothing that shows her body off, but nothing 'slutty' or 'skanky.' Her usual attire can be considered 'gothic' or 'emo' though she doesn't care for labels. If she's in an uncaring or exceedingly bitchy mood, she'll probably wear a tank top and dark baggy jeans.
build: Average, fair muscle tone
marks/scars: Small scar over her left eyelid.
species appearance: As a wolf, Ner is large, powerful. Just as in her human form, her left eye is green, her right eye cloudy white. She has white paws(all four) and a white muzzle.
powers:
* Speed
* Strength

your name: Syllvie (on the cbox I'm NeroliElizabeth)
age: Sixteen
how long have you been roleplaying?: Errr.... Five, six years?
how did you find us?: Proboards support <3
codeword:

roleplay sample: DIFFERENT CHARACTER, DIFFERENT SITE

Another grin was formed as she spoke, reminding him of his own actions. Of course he'd put a towel around himself. He wasn't 'excited' at the time, so it wouldn't have been a very pleasant thing to show off. He remembered they hadn't even gotten to the good part. Darcy had called and demanded him home so he could finish his Physics homework. Which, of course, he hadn't anyways. Hey, he was tired from partying, and then shifting. Even though he'd been shifting for pretty much his entire life, he wasn't that used to it. The drugs, partying, staying up late, all that contributed to a week body, though his muscles would say otherwise.

A week shifter body? That was practically an invitation for death. Okay, slight exaggeration. The point is, Dixon's bones still felt the pressures of being broken and replaced, of being 'burned' inside his body so he could fit into a wolf better, or go back to human. Though for others it may have been painless, for Dixon is was still pressured. His pride, however, would never let any of that show. As Aniya continued speaking, she pulled out of her desk, revealing to Dixon a very sexy, semi-gothic, short skirt. His eyebrows lifted and he looked at her, slightly surprised. When she pulled back in, his hand - almost automatically - reached up to mess with the lacy hem of the skirt. His eyes went down to her thighs.

A small, pinkish spot caught his eye. He wondered for a moment what it was, but then he smirked again. "Is that where I nipped you?" His blue eyes travelled up to hers again. Dixon got down on his knees, pretty much indicating he planned to stay there. He watched the fox-girl's eyes look one of the busty blonde bimbos Dixon had slept with, and noticed her fake blue eyes glaring at Aniya, who quickly turned away. Dixon chucked, lightly nudging her. "Don't worry about her, babe. She thinks she owns me. I don't think me ignoring her calls and not calling her has quite sunk in yet." Though he hated ignoring people, there was a point when obsession from others scared him. His blonde bimbo needed to find another piece of meat to swollow.

[/size][/blockquote]



Read more: youaremylife.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=character&action=display&thread=11#ixzz129jGGqa6