Post by Zara Kester on Jul 29, 2008 15:51:28 GMT -6
Zara Nancy Kester
"Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me; till then I walk alone..."
"Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me; till then I walk alone..."
i'm just a face for every picture``
name • Zara (or Spinks)
age • 14
contact • My email. PM me to get it. C=
rp experience • One year, as of August
member title • Werewolf
how you found us • I was already here. =]
a smile for your scrapbooks``
full name • Zara Nancy Kester
nicname(s) • Nope.
age • 17
birthday • 28.02.91
grade • 12
art •
cannon or original • Original
there's a ghost in this room``
height • 5’7”
weight • 120 lbs
stature • Zara has a fairly tomboyish stature, not very obviously muscled up, but toned and lithe. Her thin, slight frame, human and wolf, belies it's true strength, and sometimes portrays her as helpless to some.
eyes • Zara has large, almond shaped eyes, rimmed in long, thick black lashes, that change colors, from a dark hazel to a brilliant green, depending on her moon and the lighting.
hair • Zara has long, black hair that falls in soft waves to the middle of her back. She usually wears it up in down or in a ponytail, but will occasionally do something different with it, if she feels like it.
play by • Zooey Deschanel
other • In her wolf form, Zara has long, silky white hair that darkens to black at the tips of her ears and around her eyes. She is fairly small for a werewolf, only about the size of a medium sized horse, with a similar stature and musculature, and a long snout filled with long, dagger-like and razor sharp white teeth. She still has the characteristic werewolf strength, but the wolf-Zara, like the human, is mostly built for speed: lithe and sinuous, with long legs, and not as visibly muscled up as other werewolves, since her muscles are mainly the long, wiry kind built for stamina.
to witness my first breakdown``
likes •
[x] Horses
[x] Running
[x] Reading
[x] Animals
[x] Nature
[x] Extreme sports
[x] Writing
[x] Technology
[x] Snow
[x] Music
dislikes •
[x] Sissies
[x] Shoes
[x] Shopping
[x] People who this they’re ‘all that’
[x] Pink
[x] Vampires [only marginally. She’s never really met one before, so she tries to remain neutral.]
[x] Judgemental, rude people
[x] Kids
[x] Loosing control
[x] Nosy people
habits • Zara has a habit of twisting a strand of hair around her fingers when she’s nervous and she bites her lip when she’s frustrated or concentrating on something.
fears •
[x] Being rejected
[x] Death of family members
[x] Losing control
[x] Being dependant on someone for everything
goals • Zara has one main goal as a lone werewolf: to become part of a pack. Even though she much prefers being alone, she wants people who she can share her secret life with -people who can sympathize with her, understand at least some small part of what she goes through.
overall personality • A lone werewolf, Zara is very independent, preferring to be alone to having company, as is very unusual for her kind, as most, if not all, werewolves prefer packs. With such independence comes a measure of self-reliance, and so, she hates being dependant on anyone, for anything. Long periods of isolation have also lead her to be resourceful, cunning, and intelligent. What with the limited social skills of being isolated from society because of her werewolf status, relates better to animals than to people. With being so independent, she can find others to be quite annoying if they are too clingy and don’t give her space. She is mysterious, and hard to read, and hates conforming to anyone’s standards.
She is a very free-spirited and unique individual, with unconventional tastes. Some would call her a nonconformist, or eccentric because of her many quirky habits or preferences. Outspoken, witty and very sarcastic, she could care less about anyone’s opinion of her and would never think of adhering to any stereotype or cliché. Her big mouth and cuttingly sarcastic comments never fail to get her in trouble. As the saying goes, she would rather ‘be hated for who she is, than be loved for who she’s not.’ She can be blunt, or as she prefers to term it, succinct. Her bluntness can be misconstrued as rudeness by people who don’t know her, but those who do recognize that she prefers to keep things short and simple.
She is very kind, generous, and selfless, always more than willing to extended a helping hand to anyone in need. Zara doesn’t have much patience, and is known to get very cranky if she has to wait or is slowed down by people. She also has a very low tolerance for frustration, and, since she is quite often thrown into very frustrating situations, can work up quite a temper, though nothing out of the ordinary for her; she has a very nasty temper, but it takes a while to work her up. When you do, though, it’s never pretty. She has learned to compartmentalize her temper -rather, keep it away from her werewolf instincts- to such a point, though her self-control is not without its failings, that it rarely sends her into convulsions anymore. Zara is also very, very stubborn. No donkey can compare to her -they probably look up to her. She detests admitting she’s wrong, and it takes a lot to prove her wrong, since she stubbornly holds to her side of the arguments. Another of her traits emphasized by her stubbornness -or, maybe just a side effect of morphing into a canine- is loyalty. She will stand by anyone who has earned her trust and taken the time to befriend her. Any friends that she does have she protects fiercely and is always intensely loyal to those select few people who she loves. Zara is a logical type of person, very smart and quick, and she loves logic puzzles and riddles. She is quite a pessimist, and can’t seem to look at the good side of something without looking at the bad side first, since it’s usually the only thing she sees.[/color]
too much of you is never enough``
parents •
Mother:
[x] Nancy Anne Kester, 40 years old, waitress &
Biological Father
[x] John Smith (A full Quileute, both of whose grandfathers were in the last pack of werewolves, with Ephraim Black), 43 years old, construction worker
Step-father
[x] Ned Clarke, 45 years old, insurance salesman
siblings • Alex Clarke (step-brother) 18, gas station attendant
other important relatives • Nope.
pets • Renegade, Gypsy Vanner
history • Zara’s first few years were pretty normal, though her mother was a single parent and worked two jobs. Zara spent most of her time with a babysitter, as a result, though she never really liked her babysitter. Zara never knew her biological father, and when she was 10, her mother married an insurance salesman. She took an immediate dislike to him: his shifty eyes made her suspicious, and the way he never seemed to answer a question straight out was questionable. But, nothing bad had ever happened, and from then on, everything was taken care of: they weren’t rich, but not poor either. Though she detested her step-father, Zara grew to have a strong bond with her step-brother. They were like twins, doing everything together, inseparable and loyal. They knew each other inside out, and didn‘t keep any secrets from each other.
The year Zara had turned fifteen, people had mysteriously been disappearing from the woods. She didn’t know it at the moment, but it was the work of a vampire: Laurent. He admitted he had trouble sticking to the diet of Tanya’s family; the disappearing people had been his victims, and, with the reappearance of vampires, the werewolf gene she inherited from her biological dad began to make himself known, though her step-brother’s friendship kept the transformation at bay for six months.
Zara had never know her biological dad, though she felt the strange feeling that she should know him. Like he could help her. But she repressed it, and never asked her mother about him -it made her angry. When she was almost 16 years old -precisely half a year until she would be- something happened that would inevitably tear her family into pieces. The police showed up, knocking on the front door, grim-faced and huge, holding up shiny silver badges and long, identical pieces of paper with fine print. A search warrant. They search the house, and arrested Ned for insurance fraud. Zara had always know there was something suspicious about him; she had been right.
That same day, Zara met her dad, though not in the way she would have expected. She had run away from home, just to escape her mother (she had been mopey and irritated since Ned had been arrested). She felt angry about Ned's betray, and she just had to escape. She usually dealt with her emotions better when left alone in the solitude of nature. The peaceful forest didn't help her calm down -she just exploded with fury into a huge, white wolf that would have towered feet above the human Zara. There had been a voice in her head; unknown to her, but soothing nonetheless. In a flash, another wolf was beside her, a huge greyish brown beast. She didn’t know it at the time, but it was her father. He told Zara that he was her father and what had happened to her. He helped Zara through everything, giving her the knowledge his dad passed down before him. After six months of his help, he left, never to be seen again. Though she was very angry with him for abandoning her, she was grateful for all his help.
A year and a half later, Zara was well adjusted to being a werewolf, and comfortable with her new life. It wouldn’t last: her life was turned upside down again, for the second time in less that two years. She went on a ‘camping trip’ (it was just an excuse to spend a few weeks away from the prying eyes of civilization in wolf form) in the mountains by herself, to relax from her constant vigil. A few days into the camping trip, she caught the scent of another werewolf. The scent was unfamiliar, so it couldn‘t have been her father, the only other werewolf she knew. This werewolf was Jacob Black. He didn‘t stay for long in the area where Zara had been camping; he headed north, towards the North West Territories. She had been careful to stay out of wolf form while he was in a 75 kilometre vicinity (not that distance made any difference) to give him some privacy: she didn‘t even know the guy, and it would be very… rude to listen to his thoughts. He was without a pack and headed to the remote northern territories of Canada, so she assumed he wanted to be alone. Another reason she gave him his space and kept well hidden, downwind, from him.
Little less than a week later, the same mysterious werewolf passed by again as she was packing up, this time, heading back south, towards the US border. Zara, intrigued and -for the first time in her 17 years- lonely, acted on a whim: she tracked him all the way down to the tiny town of Forks. Now, her story continues…
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now I'm tangled in the sheets``
read the rules • Snugglebear
rp sample • Zara’s phone vibrated and rang loudly in her pocket, shattering the peaceful silence of the woods, her favorite song somewhat muffle by the fabric of her shorts. She pulled it out of her pocket, flipping it deftly open and checked the display to see who had called her. It was her mom. She had been expecting this call -she was personally amazed her mother waited a full day before calling- and picked up reluctantly. Though she knew she owed her mother an explanation as to her unexplained disappearance, she still felt nervous. Her mother was sure to give Zara an earful.
“Yes, mom?” She sighed, resigned, and braced herself for her mother’s coming harangue. She leaned back against a tree trunk, settling in for a long chat. At least she had unlimited weekend calling; she was suddenly glad that today was Saturday.
“Zara?” Her mother’s voice rang with concern, and, underneath the worry, a hard edge of irritation.
“Who else?” Zara replied, a little miffed. Who else would it be?
“Where have you been? Did you know I’ve been worried sick about you? You didn’t even leave a note! You didn’t even phone me to tell me about this little disappearing act of yours!” She screeched, angry, but relieved. “How could you do this to me? I though we agreed, no more extended camping trips! You were gone at least two weeks, and then you pull this little charade here, extending it without my permission! Where are you and what are you doing that you feel the need to just up a leave?”
Zara took a deep breath, steadying herself. “Mom, I can take care of myself. I’m perfectly fine. I met up with…”She racked her brains for something that would sound convincing and not wholly a lie, “Dad! My real dad, when I was camping, and I decided to come visit him.” She knew her explanation was weak, but it was the best she could come up with, considering the circumstances and it wasn’t a complete lie. She hadn’t know her father lived down here when she tracked the mysterious werewolf down here; that had been a pleasant surprise, one she hadn’t thought of, though it seemed obvious he would live around others of his kind.
“Where does he live?" She hissed, angry now, but not sceptical anymore. She had been a little surprised when Zara's biological father showed up suddenly a year and a half ago, though she didn't really know the truth about why he was there. She would probably have a heart attack if the truth were brought to her attention: that he had been helping Zara get used to being a werewolf.
“Uh,” She racked her brain for something her dad had told her when she asked where he lived, “Somewhere on the Olympic Peninsula. We haven‘t actually gotten there yet, we‘re still driving.” Only the last part was a lie; she hadn’t driven down here with her dad, but it was close enough to the truth. Her mother probably wouldn’t believe it if she said she’d walked down here.
“Why didn‘t you call? You have a cell phone for a reason, you know.” Her mother seemed to buy the explanation, and for that, Zara breathed a silent sigh of relief. This question was easier to answer truthfully.
“No service,” She replied simply, trying to keep the relief out of her voice.
Silence greeted her answer.
“Well,” Her mother sighed after a short pause, “When are you coming back?”
“Uh, I don’t know. I’ll call you, okay? It may be a while, though. I haven’t seen dad in a long time. I don’t know how long I’ll be,” She answered carefully. Truthfully, she didn’t know when she would come back. This though nagged at her relentlessly, but she shook her head free of the unwelcome thoughts. She would deal with this later.
“Okay, honey. Bye.”
“Bye, mom.”
Zara snapped the phone shut, stuffing it deep in her pocket and shoving the conversation with her mother into the recessed of her mind. She didn’t want to think about it, not now.
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