Post by Ebony on Jun 5, 2010 20:43:57 GMT -5
Name: Epona Evans
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Species: Shapeshifter
Weapon:
Witch Circle: Neither
Rules Password:
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Species: Shapeshifter
Weapon:
None. She is a non-combatant really. If needed she will pick up pretty much anything.Description:
Fair wheat colored hair cascades down her back to rest between her shoulders in rippling waves. Her face is a narrow oval shape with wide set large innocent looking eyes and a larger rounded nose. Her mouth is always set in a thoughtful smile and looks tender, the bottom lip sticking out in an almost pout. Her cheekbones are high and narrow, giving her face a delicate 'southern' look, Her chin is gently rounded and is almost always in a stubborn line along with her jaw. Her eyes themselves are a light syrup color with lighter honey shaded flecks turning them a golden brown. They are very observant and flick about as if she is expecting to get pounced upon at any moment. While her face is an even complexion, and she has no real rough blemishes, one mark makes her face memorable due to a small bit of scar tissue shaped to that of a star.History:
Her body isn't all that recognizable, being slim and taller, but not overly muscled. She looks like a gymnast or a track runner, which fits her well seeing as she does both when in school and out of it. She is lithe and graceful, but never fully noticeable. Her body is always clothed in jeans and running shoes, her tops varying from tanks to tees, and they have all been placed under an enchantment to shift with her when she shifts, rather than using other shifters fur and skin. The spells have to be refreshed every six months though. She has two pieces of jewelry that are special to her, that shift with her as well. A clear crystal that's been cut in a very sparkly way that hangs about an inch and a half down from her collarbone on a black spiraled silk chord, and a three quarter inch thick band around her ankle with small tigers and zebras etched all around. She also has a very distinct scent that travels with her through her forms, that of Cinnamon and Apples. Separately. But blended together.
She has a leather bag that she uses in her... Service... That is hard, waterproof, and fits her in her more natural form.
Her more natural form is that of a black and white, 13hh, Romany Gypsy Cob horse. She couldn't tell you how or why, but it is. And she uses that to her fullest abilities.
Born to two humans, that she knows of, she was raised till about three by them. One day, they were out in the country, and had gotten into a car accident. Both her parents had been killed, but she came out of it pretty much unharmed. The police had been baffled, as were her relatives. But they took the child in anyways. Eventually she was handed off to some of her relatives in Louisianan who weren't really related, but were very far off blood. They were witches from Circle Daybreak, and they had a decent theory as to why she was the only to survive, and they tested their theory on her right off of the road where her parents had died, and they found out what could have been the cause for her survival. She was a shapeshifter. She was about nine years old when they tested her, and since then she has lived with them, even taking on their last name of Evans and going to school with their children. The four being closer than siblings almost. While not in school though, she runs errands and messages for Circle Daybreak. Using her enchanted bag as the holding area. She is a messenger, and therefore has never learned to fight, and has never felt the need to, so she uses no weapons and relies on her swiftness.Personality:
Kind, caring, relaxed and wary she goes about life very much so like prey, but not at the same time. She is intelligent getting decent grades in school, from C's to A's and has never missed/ditched classes, feeling that she really needs to keep up her guise. She isn't the crazy temperament type of horse, but she also isn't fully 'broken' and never really will be. She has a wide range of curiosity for things, and is immensely curious about the Soulmate things she keeps hearing about, but doesn't fully believe in it. She is courageous but not very self confident and tends to try to hide in all the books she reads, but fails most of the time by being distracted by her almost siblings. While her more natural form is herbivorous, she herself is rather carnivorous, not really minding that she is horse part of the time and human the other. She feels that she needs to keep her human form healthy to keep her horse, and therefore eats a full diet. A full flavorful diet. She is very thoughtful and deliberate in her movements and words and always means what she says. She is also a firm believer in if you don't have anything nice to say, come site by her. She is always truthful, no matter what and will give you the funniest look if you ask her to lie for you. She also has an almost uncanny ability to sense when danger is near, whether by hearing or some innate instinct. She is not afraid of those who are predators, but is also never stupid. She has a slight habit of ruffling her hair with a hand, making it always look windswept.Role-Playing Sample:
Headlights kept flashing by their car, looking like fireflies in the countries surrounding night. The stars could just be seen outside the cars windows and her fathers favorite music could be heard on low coming from the speakers. It was a peaceful type of quiet, and seemed as if it could never be broken. Suddenly though, everything was hectic, and her life was ruined again in an instant. The firefly lights came towards them, seemingly in slow motion, and she watched as her father tried to slow down. The driver of the other vehicle was drunk, and somehow she could smell it with her little nose all the way through the two open windows. As she felt the jarring motion of being hit...Group: Circle Daybreak
Epona started awake, her entire body twitching in unison and bringing her scenes to full alert in an instant. The moonlight filtered through to her cozy attic room, the curtains fluttering in a breeze the open window let in. Breathing in deeply she focused, trying to remember what had woken her, and then she remembered it had been her dream. Just the silly thing really. But it had seemed so real. Stretching she tossed her light covers aside to stand and walked over to her small sink, running the water till it was cold and then splashing it on her face, rubbing furiously. She turned the faucet off and then looked at herself in the mirror, seeing the remnants of the crash in her eyes. She ran a hand through her hair and then decided that she should go back to sleep, she had a big run tomorrow to deliver and she knew she had better be at her top form.
Witch Circle: Neither
Rules Password:
Colorful
