Post by Tess on Feb 22, 2009 6:47:40 GMT -5
♥♥♥
they call me Tess
"That's hot"
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AGE 15
RP EXPERIENCE 2 yrs.
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NICKNAME Tess
DATE OF BIRTH [AGE] Born June 22nd, 1988; 20 yrs. old.
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WEIGHT 114 lbs.
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES Her bubbly, random personality.
STYLE/FASHION Tess will wear just about anything, but always manages to look cute in what she's in. [/size][/ul]
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DISLIKES Hunters, labs, whitecoats, needles, and the smell of alcohol.
STRENGTHS Very fast, and an excellent marksmen.
WEAKNESSES Doesn't like being touched, and is claustrophobic from being tied down in the Lab. Also is terribly nosy and sarcastic.
GOALS To help good shifters, and do her best to fight the Hunters.
FEARS Death, needles,
SECRETS She is a "blank" shifter. [Meaning her abilities never bloomed.]
HABITS Bites nails when about to do something dangerous. If she ever makes any friends, that would be a sign to tie her down before she does anything stupid. Sarcastic in almost any situation, even when confronting death.
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FATHER Darren Howell - Lemorai - Lynx
MOTHER
HALF SISTERS Lilly and Paige Howell- Lemorai - Bobcat and Lynx
PETS Orlando - Male - Bloodhound
HISTORY Tessa was born to a balanced family. Her father was a cheater, murderer, thief, and he trained her older siblings to follow in his path. They were never home, leaving young Tessa with her caring mother. Tessa grew up with the thoughts of becoming a graceful feline like her mother, but when her powers were supposed to ripen, she remained blank. Her mother used all in her power to try and envoke Tessa's first shift, but nothing happened. No emotion or circumstance seemed to have an effect on her.
It was a big disappointment that left Tess bitter for a few years. But her mother made up for it by teaching her how to fight. Tess was a natrual, and her mother, being a physiologist, taught her everything that would make the body break under a little pressure. Rosaline kept Tessa under her watchful eye at home, homeschooling her with advanced materials. Tess was one day going to be a very intelligent, capable woman. Rosaline was suer of it. She taught Tess how to use some of the herbs and old age medicines that some of the less experienced Eterans used, and Tess picked that up quickly too.
When she was fifteen, she "graduated" from homeschool. Yes, she was that intelligent. A few months passed and Tess started helping out around the house by getting a job at the local coffee shop. It seemed she was going to have a pretty peaceful life.
Until she was abducted.
She had returned home from work, to find that the doorknob to her house had been shot. Tess carefully went in, grabbing a letter opener from the bookshelve as she looked around. When she came around into the kitchen, she found her mother crumpled into a ball on the floor, her arm twisted grotesquely behind her. She had no time to react before a stun gun hit her, and a strong fist barrelled the back of her head.
She awoke to the smell of rubbing alcohol, and a metallic odor. Tess had been strapped to a metal table, and other nearby were also tied down. A few were awake, but the light from their eyeswere dull and grey, as if they were walking dead. They had needle marks running all over their bodies, and some had lost hair to chemicals. A whitecoat walked in, and glanced at Tess before jotting something down on his clipboard. Saying something like, "Impressive, impressive..."
Scalpels hung at his side, and she finally noticed the other surgical blades on the nearby tables. Test tubes ran along a counter, filled with blood, hair samples, and other creepy bodily fluids. She struggled as he grabbed a needle, and stick it into her arm, preessing down the syringe to deliver the potent fluid. Her eyes fluttered against the weight of the toxin, but succumbed to the sleep.
That was what it was like in the lab. Whitecoats came in, stuck needles in her arm, then went away. It seemed like forever. A hundred years or more. They fed her with small cubes of vitamins and protein bars. Water was given to through a tube.
Every day, her will seemed to fade more and more. A doctor noticed how much she fought, and felt sorry for her. He looked at her like a wild beast in a cage, slowly being tamed. He felt terrible. His name was Dr. Sterling. She remembered how gently he picked up her weak body and put her into the wheelchair. She would never forget what it was like when he wheeled her out into the night air. It was like a fish finally returning to the water. Dr. Sterling brought her to his house, and he took care of her for several months before she got well. She would never be the same, but at least she could run, fight, and defend herself. He taught her how to fight like a hunter to get exercise into her. Dr. Sterling taught her how to escape from being tied up, and how to use weapons. When she was finally ready, the Hunters seemed to just dissolve from nowhere. They were after her, in her sleep, but Dr. Sterling held them back. They killed him, but Tess escaped out the window and away from the old house before they could catch up with her.
The Hunters had killed all that she loved. Tess disappeared from the Hunters, showing up a year later in Afton Hill. Eighteen years old and able to kick ass, Tess was a new breed of hunter. During her last year, she went to Nepal, where she learned to fight with the monks high in the Himalayans. Their style of fighting was based around the agility and hunt of the Snow Leopard; her mother's shift. It was fierce style that they taught only to the best. They seemed to see the animal in her eyes, and aloowed her to learn. She excelled, becoming elite in under a year to those who had been training with it all their lives.
Tess went to Afton Hill, to get revenge and information on why she was tested on. Bridget Chample seemed to recognize her, but said nothing. She wanted to know of her mother was still alive. It was possible. She saw her mother's breathing, as slow and ragged as it was when she was lying on the tile of their kitchen. Shifters didn't deserve to be hunted, so she hunted the rotten ones. The ones who killed their own kind, and even snagged a two hunters in her first year back. To compensate between hunts, she took up photography and a job at Savior Faire Coffee Shop.
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