Post by Kisa on Mar 9, 2013 12:43:10 GMT -5
KENNEDY McQUEEN
•Regret is for suckers.•
•Regret is for suckers.•
»»Full Name: Kennedy McQueen
»»Nicknames: Queen Kenny when she's being a bitch
»»Age: 21 (Appeared Age: 21)
»»Gender: Female
»»Sexual Orientation: Straight
»»Species : Werewolf
»»Clan: Werewolf clan
»»Occupation: Warrior
»»Eye Color: Brown
»»Hair Color: Black
»»Height: 5 foot, 5 inches
»»Weight: 125 lbs
»»Scars: Large scratch mark scars on her back from being scratched by a werewolf, and a bite mark on her thigh from the same werewolf.
»»Tattoos: None
»»Were Form Here
»»Were Weight: 200 lbs
»»Were Height: 4 feet while standing on all fours. 6 feet when standing on hind legs.
»»Likes: 5+
- ++ Hunting
++ Having Power
++ Being witty
++ Being social
++ Planning
- <> Betrayal
<> Brown-nosers
<> Regret
<> Dwelling On the past
<> Weakness
- ^^ Brutally truthful
^^ Witty
^^ Team player
^^ Ambitious
- `` Slow to forgive
`` Cynical at times
`` Deflects criticism with harsh words
`` Overly perfectionistic
- ** Likes to go hunting for food during a sunset
** Likes to spend time fishing to clam her thoughts
** When she gets upset while in wolf form her tail twitches to the right
Though she prefers being by herself on a hunt, she is also quite the team player as she knows that she has to have people on her side to get anywhere. She trains warriors on the side, and enjoys being social on the terra. Kennedy is single and enjoys harmless flirting.
»»Powers and Skills: She has an old amulet that she lifted off a mage while she was a human, it can cloak her invisibility if she turns the bird ornament on the pendent a certain way. She is good at reading people, and has extensive survivalist knowledge, as well as knowledge about the surrounding woodlands since she lived there for years before going to the werewolf tribes.. There are actually scarey camp stories told about her exploits in the woods by the human camp.
»»Family: She lived in a Slayer family in the human tribe before she was turned into a werewolf. She's been dis-owned
»»Other Important People: Lachlan Walker, her boyfriend back when she was human.
»»Pets: A hawk named Raven, she uses it to help her hunt and to send messages back to the tribe when she is gone from camp. She is very close to Raven, because that was her only companion when she lived in the woods after being turned into a werewolf, and before joining the werewolf tribe.
»»History: Kennedy was turned into a werewolf at the age of 15 when she was out with her human boyfriend (named Lachlan) - while having some "fun," in the woods. Kennedy barely made it back to the human village alive, while her boyfriend wasn't so lucky. She did not tell the humans that she was attacked by a werewolf because she knew what they would do to her. They took her back in and healed her, but when she finally turned on the full moon they chased her werewolf form out of their village. She lived in the woods by herself because she could not bring herself to join the werewolf tribe, the tribe that had murdered and kidnapped may of her people. Kennedy lived for 6 years on her own, avoiding her family's slayers who now hunted her like the monster she had become. Out of loneliness and desperation to hold onto her sanity, she joined the werewolf's terra for protection from her old family and the prospect of creating a new family that she so longed for.
Her reception with the werewolves was warm, and she is slowly accepting her place among them. She is, however power-hungry and wishes to be Alpha one day, but will act on that at an opportune time.
Before she was a warrior for the werewolves, she was training to be a slayer under the attention of a star Head Slayer in the human tribe. She has a few tricks up her sleeve.
»»Roleplay Sample:
"Wooooo, look who brought use some lunch!" A cheering voice bellowed through the grounds of Moonstone tower, followed by the sounds of squeaky wheels rolling on bumpy ground. Flashing nocturnal eyes pointed at Kennedy as she pulled a rusty black wagon that was weighted down with the bodies of dead deer all in various stages of life, on-top of all them them rested the body of a well feed Stag... The wolves will feast well for some time with Kennedy's hunt.
Moonlight from the crescent moon kissed Kennedy and her catch as she entered the clearing from the out-skirts of the forest. Chuckling with youthful pride as Kennedy pulled her heavy kills to the butchering area, she scanned the faces of her fellow weres looking for happiness and acceptance... but found slight annoyance at her her loud entrance. "What's the matter? Got fleas in your pelt? Help me butcher my hunt so we all can eat." She finally got the reaction she was looking for from her tribe-mates as they laughed and helped her pull the of load of dead deers to the butcher station.
Her and several others loaded the big stag on the table, the heavy body making a load thud and what little blood that remained dripped on the sturdy old table. Kennedy looked at the several werewolves that now joined her side, "now I expect you guys to have your pretty Pradas planted here and help me cut up this meat." A full days hunting has taxed all energy reserves that she had stored, and she would be damned if she was going to be the person that brought home the bacon AND cut the food into bite-sized chucks for her clan.
Kennedy wouldn't have much resistance with the request, certain cuts of the deer is more desirable than the others, and to make sure that you and your family has the best meat is to A) Be an alpha, B) hunt the meat, and C) be there when the meat is butchered.. the ones who were left out gets scraps. Cutting meat is serious business among the werewolves, and already Kennedy and the carcasses was beginning to be circled like sharks of hungry weres looking for that good cut of meat.
Now, now, there's plenty for everyone. She pointed at the few weres that came to her aid first, You guys can help for for the moment. The weres that she pointed out quickly picked up a few carving knives ready to cut into some flesh, while the other weres glared with hungry eyes at the food. Quickly looking at the glaring weres before turning to work, Kennedy chuckled: "don't get your tails in a twist, this stag alone will feed several people, and there's plenty more where that came from." This quelled the weres for the time being, but she knew it wouldn't be long before their hungry glares returned. Living on the land like this the tribe has seen good hunting weeks and bad weeks, you never know where your next meal will be coming, so every hunting day is an important day.
Kennedy was just happy that her knowledge of the wilderness has helped the tribe so much, in the few months that she has been here the tribe has had almost double the amount of meat from her hunts. Her few years of living on her own after being turned into a werewolf has turned the surrounding woods into a close friend, rather than a scarey stranger which is how some warriors and hunters around camp sees the woods.
Kennedy began to hum quietly to herself as her blade pierced the stag and she began to carve at the meat...
Moonlight from the crescent moon kissed Kennedy and her catch as she entered the clearing from the out-skirts of the forest. Chuckling with youthful pride as Kennedy pulled her heavy kills to the butchering area, she scanned the faces of her fellow weres looking for happiness and acceptance... but found slight annoyance at her her loud entrance. "What's the matter? Got fleas in your pelt? Help me butcher my hunt so we all can eat." She finally got the reaction she was looking for from her tribe-mates as they laughed and helped her pull the of load of dead deers to the butcher station.
Her and several others loaded the big stag on the table, the heavy body making a load thud and what little blood that remained dripped on the sturdy old table. Kennedy looked at the several werewolves that now joined her side, "now I expect you guys to have your pretty Pradas planted here and help me cut up this meat." A full days hunting has taxed all energy reserves that she had stored, and she would be damned if she was going to be the person that brought home the bacon AND cut the food into bite-sized chucks for her clan.
Kennedy wouldn't have much resistance with the request, certain cuts of the deer is more desirable than the others, and to make sure that you and your family has the best meat is to A) Be an alpha, B) hunt the meat, and C) be there when the meat is butchered.. the ones who were left out gets scraps. Cutting meat is serious business among the werewolves, and already Kennedy and the carcasses was beginning to be circled like sharks of hungry weres looking for that good cut of meat.
Now, now, there's plenty for everyone. She pointed at the few weres that came to her aid first, You guys can help for for the moment. The weres that she pointed out quickly picked up a few carving knives ready to cut into some flesh, while the other weres glared with hungry eyes at the food. Quickly looking at the glaring weres before turning to work, Kennedy chuckled: "don't get your tails in a twist, this stag alone will feed several people, and there's plenty more where that came from." This quelled the weres for the time being, but she knew it wouldn't be long before their hungry glares returned. Living on the land like this the tribe has seen good hunting weeks and bad weeks, you never know where your next meal will be coming, so every hunting day is an important day.
Kennedy was just happy that her knowledge of the wilderness has helped the tribe so much, in the few months that she has been here the tribe has had almost double the amount of meat from her hunts. Her few years of living on her own after being turned into a werewolf has turned the surrounding woods into a close friend, rather than a scarey stranger which is how some warriors and hunters around camp sees the woods.
Kennedy began to hum quietly to herself as her blade pierced the stag and she began to carve at the meat...
»»Alias: Played by Kisa
»»How you found us: I MADE THIS SUCKAAA
»»RP experience: (in years) Like 10 years, son
»»Your expected level of activity: A post or two once or twice a week. I'm a nursing student.
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