Post by iris jane thorton on Oct 8, 2013 18:07:35 GMT -8
IRIS LIVES IN A FAIRYTALE
full name: iris jane thorton
nicknames: none.
gender identity: cisgender female.
preferred pronouns: she
sexuality: lesbian, with strictly romantic feelings towards men.
age&;date of birth: june, 8th
species: human
occupation: tattoo apprentice with an alliance to Kira, solitary fay, and werewolves.
played by: Susan Coffey
THE WOLF'S GONNA BLOW IT DOWN
height: five foot, eight inches.
weight: 168 lbs.
body modifications: both ears have been pierced three times going up her ears, a stud in her tongue, and one dermal piercing on her left middle finger. The left side of her rib cage has a bird with three red flowers surrounding it. Her right wrist bares a tattoo of a wolf with blood droplets splattered across her palm.
distinguishing features: typically the color of her hair can tip you off to her location, if not the silver bangles she wears at all time that make a twinkling sound when she walks.
physical flaws: she’s not a fan of her nose, nor the numerous scars that run across both of her knees.
physical description:as artistic and free loving as it would be to say that she doesn’t care about her appearance, Iris is a slave to vanity as much as anyone else is. She curls her hair on days it falls flat, puts on eyeliner everyday and always makes an attempt to look at least cute. Her typical style falls something into the hipster range of fashion. Skinny jeans, dresses with patterned tights, military style jackets, and boots in every color and cut that one could imagine.
As mature as her body maybe, her face still gives her the appearance of being younger than she’d like so she tries to compensate for that. With at least one tattoo always in view, her hair usually down, and her cleavage out. Iris isn’t against using her body to get what she wants and to distract others. Iris walks the line of, I put effort into this look, and I’m an artist and don’t care about what you think with her style with her abundance of paint stained clothing.
YOU BUILT UP A WORLD OF MAGIC
likes: watching someone getting work done to their body, the feeling of the needle on her skin, the buzzing sound of a tattoo gun, the feeling of being high enough that she’s escaped the world, singing as loud as she can in her car, painting, new boots, the look of dreadlocks, natural beauty.
dislikes: being physically constrained, feeling at a disadvantage, being barefoot, biking, the beach, white chocolate, smoggy places, vampires, flash art tattoos.
strengths: optimistic, creative, cunning, quick thinker, charming, physically active, loyal.
weaknesses: scatterbained, lacks empathy, impulsive, vindictive, cocky, can’t cook, impatient.
goals: to finish her apprenticeship and get her own chair at the studio, finish up her sleeves, remain out of fay business, manage not to piss off anyone she can’t outrun or outfight, make her own family.
fears: losing her job, losing the life she’s made for herself, dying, being forced back into hunting, being blamed for Sarah’s death.
personality:Iris has the standard trade marks of being an artist. She’s creative, and charming, with a big imagination. A bit socially awkward until she gets her bearings around new people. She tends to go out of her way to make the people around her smile and be comfortable. She’s also scatterbrained, constantly forgetting herself in the middle of a sentence or conversation for another line of thought. She can’t keep track of her keys if her life depended on it. She’s impulsive and reckless with her own life when searching for a muse or a high, and overly confident in her ablity to take care of herself.
She keeps herself small and in her own space, but always ready to bolt if she feels she needs to yet not afraid to start a fight. She walked away from hunting, but she keeps her knives with her, and still refuses to blend into a life of being blind. Refuses to cow down, or act as a submissive human to anyone who expects her to, has to assert herself as a threat to those who try to get her to.
YOU CAN'T FEEL IT WITH YOUR HEART
parents: Nicholas and Evelyn Thorton.
siblings: Rose and Lilly Thorton.
pets: none.
other family: none.
history:The Thorton’s have been a family of hunters for as far back as they can trace their lineage. A tradition born and bred into her family’s heritage, and identity. And an honor to be born into and trained to be the next generation. Iris and her sister grew up with hunting always as a center point of their lives. Something that was never hidden from them, monsters they knew were real and knew they were born to get rid of. A family deeply rooted in their traditional values.
She was fourteen the first time she went on a hunt with her family. A natural according to her father, who’d approved of her jumping into the fray without a second thought when the chance had appeared. It’d been not a normal life, but a good life. A life that suited her and her family. They fit together in a way she’d seen so many families not fit together. She didn’t have an suspicion that it would be her that would turn out to be a piece that didn’t fit. She was fifteen the first time her mother walked in with her when there was a girl in her bed, all sprawled out across her bed in an unmistakable way. Her mother had thrown the girl out and made her swear she’d never do it again. She’d never had to lie to her parents about something so big, never had to hide a part of herself away from her family, it made sense that she failed and it fell apart within a year. Her family could accept her as a killer, as a hunter, but not as a lesbian. Still six months passed in the household, her parents attempt to give her a chance to change her mind and bend to their whims, before she came home one day to the locks being changed on the front door. She broke into the home to find her mother in her room with a bang of her possessions already packed, she screamed about how much clearer could she make it that she didn't want Iris around. She left the house that day and didn't turn around, determined never to beg for her families love back.
She spent three months on the road, hunting the things that went bump in the night with no back up when they caught her attention. She’d been covered in the blood of a were who’d tried to trap her in an alley, the first time Sarah saved her life. After the fight, she’d been too weak on blood loss to fight when Sarah carried her home and cleaned her up. Three months on the road had weakened her resolve. She didn’t care that Sarah was a were, that her family was a pack, they took care of her, treated her like pack. They let her get her GED, and her feet on the ground in trade for her opening her eyes, learning not everyone was a monster. Three years passed peacefully like that, falling in and out of love with Sarah’s daughter Beth during the time. Before a hunter found Sarah and put a bullet in the back of her head.
Sarah's death was the end of her ability to stomach California. Everything reminded her of Sarah, and the hurt in Beth's eyes haunted her until she took to the road again. She'd been aimless and yet still lost when she found Nevermore, intent on staying a maximum of twentyfour hours in the town. Long enough to get the wolf tattoo now adorning her wrist, and too leave. She'd stopped hunting, but she'd never forgotten everything her parents had taught her, knew one when she saw them lingering around the town, just as she knew not everyone in the town was human when she wandered around. Curiosity killed the cat, but having hunters around even out of the game and were's around felt like a comfort, like slipping back into the better parts of her life. She swore to stay out of the supernatural affairs of the town, but couldn't resist her desire to stay and watch when Kira offered her an apprentice ship. A year and a half later and she's still in Nevermore.
GO GET YOUR SHOVEL
name: kir
preferred pronouns: female pronouns, she/her
roleplaying experience: over ten years now.
how you found us: an email from basil.
contacts: email; panicprincess27@gmail.com, tumblr: steppingonstars.tumblr.com/ask, if you ask personally you may have my phone number for texting.
roleplaying sample:“Bout time you stumbled in.” Janet snarked from behind the counter as the bell above the entrance chimed announcing her arrival to the crowd in Mae's. A crowd that consisted of an elderly coupe tucked into one of the booths in the back, and what one could only assume was a local college kid judging by the papers spread all over the table and the half empty coffee cup. “How could I even think about the temptation of sleeping in longer and being late for work when I knew I'd get to arrive to your and beautiful ode du cat piss scent Janet?” Vitani threw right back at her coworker as she glided past the threshold and straight into the employee's room in the back. She grabbed her green apron with a sign and tied it on over her tshirt and skirt.
“Good morning to you too dearest, why don't you use some of my body spray, I can smell the smoke on her your hair from here.” Janet said from her new position of linger in the doorway of the employee's room, where she had a watchful eye on both the door and Vitani. Vitani turned her body to face Janet's and lifted an eyebrow at the girl like that would tell her everything she needed to know about Vitani's opinion of using something the smelled like the mall and had glitter in it. This was a familiar fight tho, as normal to Vitani as the morning sun was, meaning Janet had come prepared for this fight. “There's a free cup of coffee on the counter that you can have...after you spray down your hair.” and with that she turned to her post at the register. Vitani glared at her back until she'd left and grabbed the damn bottle. Turning to the mirror she sighed as she took in the sight of her name tag. For legal reasons she was being forced to wear her full name on the tag but after the third time someone had butcher her name into something that made her shudder she'd used a sticker to cover the first half leaving only, 'ANI' still readable. She still didn't like it but it was more tolerable that hearing people mispronounce her name.
When Vitani exited the employee's room her hair was somewhat damp and her hands smelled faintly of artificial strawberries. She saw Janet smile down at her hands at the register, and yelled “Not one word from you.” to Janet's shrugged shoulders. With that Vitani grabbed the fresh mug of coffee from on top of the counter and sipped it slowly with a deep breathe like the cup would breathe life into her. Both elbows on the table she stared at the door willing the time before her break to pass swiftly.
