Post by Antigone Crow on Mar 24, 2008 21:19:06 GMT -5
OOC;
Name; Rachael
Age; Still Sixteen
Experience; ...A long time. At least four years.
Your Character;
The Basics;
Name; Antigone (Ahn-tig-oh-nee) ‘Annie’ Crow
Age; Seventeen
Grade; She’s a Junior, so eleventh
School; La Push High
Vampire or Werewolf?; Werewolf
Canon; Nosir.
Dig a Little Deeper;
Personality;
Antigone (‘Annie, damnit! Who names their kid after a girl that hangs herself?!’) was what a parent sees when they hear the word ‘teenager’; short skirts, cigarettes, drugs, and sex. She was the little good girl gone bad, though being sheltered may be what caused her rebellion.
She started smoking at the very early age of twelve, and was more addicted to nicotine than any girl her age had a right to be. Her lungs would be a lovely sight to see, that’s for sure.
The drugs were something she used more for fun, rather than battling an addiction, or so she liked to think. She tried to be ‘good’ and avoid the heavy stuff, though meth and smack were far too much fun for her to give up.
Annie loved attention, and got it in ways that probably weren’t the best. However, they weren’t exactly the worst ways, either–it wasn’t as if she were intentionally cutting herself for the attention, or anything.
She was the meaning of ‘live for today’, because, with all of the things she did, only God knew how long she would last. Parties, concerts, boys (and girls), all of it was all in good fun for Annie.
‘Boys’ brings me to the next point; Antigone loved boys, yes she did. However, she wasn’t just limited to men. She realized when she was maybe thirteen or fourteen that she was attracted to both genders, and came out as a pansexual. And after that, she basically flirted (sometimes unconsciously) with every person that she came into contact with that was attractive. Sex may have been one of her favorite activities, no matter who with.
A temper was quite easy to flare, though Annie got more annoyed than angry. When she was, indeed, angry, it may be advisable for the person who pissed her off to run, and to find a Spanish-to-English dictionary.
However, despite all of this, Annie was a good person–just misguided and kind of trapped beneath all of the bad. She had a heart of gold, lost in a sea of bad, bad things.
She was a determined girl, and rather stubborn; nothing would sway her opinion, no matter what, and she would probably go to lengths to prove you wrong if she were not so lazy.
Despite being flirty, Antigone was loyal in the few actual relationships she'd had. True, temptation was there and staring her in the face, though she did her best to ignore it. Granted, she screwed up a few times, though really tried her best not to.
Appearance;
Antigone had a different, slightly ethnic look to her, due to her ancestry (as well as her love of hair dye and piercings). She had inherited a lot of her looks from her father, though her mother had tamed them and made them soft, feminine, and pretty. All in all, had received the good end of the gene pool.
She had inherited the wild curls from the Latin side of her family (thank you, Papi), and she had coped with them when she was younger. However, once she hit her teenage years, she was introduced to lots of different hair products, blow dryers, and straighteners. Oh, the fun that was to be had. Usually, she just uses cream to make them not-frizzy and glossy, though the sight of her with straightened hair was not rare. The curls were naturally a very dark brown, borderline black, though when that color, they always had magenta streaks running through the curls. Always. She did, however, dye her hair blonde on occasion, though that proved to be too much of a hassle.
Her skin was relatively smooth, and lightly tanned from both parents. Her eyes varied from light hazels to light browns, and to light greens. It generally depended on her make-up style that day, which varied quite often. She had about four piercings in each ear, as well as a nose piercing in the left nostril.
She was of normal height, around five foot seven, and despite that, had a love of heels, making her even taller (did you see some of the La Push guys? She could pull it off, no problem); she was mostly legs, anyway. She was rather skinny, at maybe a hundred and twenty-five pounds, though it was sometimes more and sometimes less.
The clothing she wore was rather..bright, or attention grabbing. Annie did, indeed, have a love of short skirts and halter tops. Anything that caught attention would do, and that was usually short skirts, bright socks, and maybe a bright shirt. All in all, a style that could only be described as ‘Antigone Crow’.
Celebrity PB; Joss Stone and
[/s] Sandra McCoy. Name; Rachael
Age; Still Sixteen
Experience; ...A long time. At least four years.
Your Character;
The Basics;
Name; Antigone (Ahn-tig-oh-nee) ‘Annie’ Crow
Age; Seventeen
Grade; She’s a Junior, so eleventh
School; La Push High
Vampire or Werewolf?; Werewolf
Canon; Nosir.
Dig a Little Deeper;
Personality;
Antigone (‘Annie, damnit! Who names their kid after a girl that hangs herself?!’) was what a parent sees when they hear the word ‘teenager’; short skirts, cigarettes, drugs, and sex. She was the little good girl gone bad, though being sheltered may be what caused her rebellion.
She started smoking at the very early age of twelve, and was more addicted to nicotine than any girl her age had a right to be. Her lungs would be a lovely sight to see, that’s for sure.
The drugs were something she used more for fun, rather than battling an addiction, or so she liked to think. She tried to be ‘good’ and avoid the heavy stuff, though meth and smack were far too much fun for her to give up.
Annie loved attention, and got it in ways that probably weren’t the best. However, they weren’t exactly the worst ways, either–it wasn’t as if she were intentionally cutting herself for the attention, or anything.
She was the meaning of ‘live for today’, because, with all of the things she did, only God knew how long she would last. Parties, concerts, boys (and girls), all of it was all in good fun for Annie.
‘Boys’ brings me to the next point; Antigone loved boys, yes she did. However, she wasn’t just limited to men. She realized when she was maybe thirteen or fourteen that she was attracted to both genders, and came out as a pansexual. And after that, she basically flirted (sometimes unconsciously) with every person that she came into contact with that was attractive. Sex may have been one of her favorite activities, no matter who with.
A temper was quite easy to flare, though Annie got more annoyed than angry. When she was, indeed, angry, it may be advisable for the person who pissed her off to run, and to find a Spanish-to-English dictionary.
However, despite all of this, Annie was a good person–just misguided and kind of trapped beneath all of the bad. She had a heart of gold, lost in a sea of bad, bad things.
She was a determined girl, and rather stubborn; nothing would sway her opinion, no matter what, and she would probably go to lengths to prove you wrong if she were not so lazy.
Despite being flirty, Antigone was loyal in the few actual relationships she'd had. True, temptation was there and staring her in the face, though she did her best to ignore it. Granted, she screwed up a few times, though really tried her best not to.
Appearance;
Antigone had a different, slightly ethnic look to her, due to her ancestry (as well as her love of hair dye and piercings). She had inherited a lot of her looks from her father, though her mother had tamed them and made them soft, feminine, and pretty. All in all, had received the good end of the gene pool.
She had inherited the wild curls from the Latin side of her family (thank you, Papi), and she had coped with them when she was younger. However, once she hit her teenage years, she was introduced to lots of different hair products, blow dryers, and straighteners. Oh, the fun that was to be had. Usually, she just uses cream to make them not-frizzy and glossy, though the sight of her with straightened hair was not rare. The curls were naturally a very dark brown, borderline black, though when that color, they always had magenta streaks running through the curls. Always. She did, however, dye her hair blonde on occasion, though that proved to be too much of a hassle.
Her skin was relatively smooth, and lightly tanned from both parents. Her eyes varied from light hazels to light browns, and to light greens. It generally depended on her make-up style that day, which varied quite often. She had about four piercings in each ear, as well as a nose piercing in the left nostril.
She was of normal height, around five foot seven, and despite that, had a love of heels, making her even taller (did you see some of the La Push guys? She could pull it off, no problem); she was mostly legs, anyway. She was rather skinny, at maybe a hundred and twenty-five pounds, though it was sometimes more and sometimes less.
The clothing she wore was rather..bright, or attention grabbing. Annie did, indeed, have a love of short skirts and halter tops. Anything that caught attention would do, and that was usually short skirts, bright socks, and maybe a bright shirt. All in all, a style that could only be described as ‘Antigone Crow’.
Celebrity PB; Joss Stone and
...Don't question it. Sandra's just for certain pictures and shtuff.
History;
Once upon a time, there was a happy little girl that had a great family life. She and her sister got along fine, and her parents loved each other very, very much. The younger girl (the happy little girl) was her Daddy’s Little Princess, and despite this, loved her mother nearly as much. She did ballet, and was the little girl that still clung to her father’s leg despite her increasing age.
Throw cancer into the mix, and then toss that fairy tale out the window.
Annie’s memory, unlike her sister’s, was great. She remembered her childhood well, and she remembered the events that followed her mother being diagnosed with breast cancer. She had been very young when her mother died, around ten or eleven, and things started changing fast. Her father started yelling more and tried to keep her ‘sheltered’, Annie started smoking, and then her sister (Kate) was going off the college.
It seemed as if all memories of a close father and daughter relationship was lost. He had this vision of a perfect, good little girl in his mind, and that girl was not Annie. Annie was the girl that smoked and kissed boys (and later, girls as well) behind the bleachers at school. Annie was the girl that attracted boys older than her, and snuck out to meet them.
Annie was also the girl with an eight-o’clock curfew that she rarely followed, and the girl whose life was owned by ballet. Her father, of course, either didn’t know of the ‘other’ Annie, or ignored that side of her.
Perhaps it was her father’s fault for sheltering so much. Perhaps it was her own fault for being so foolish. Either way, Annie’s experiments with drugs led to an addiction that she refused to admit she had. Her father soon found out about her ‘double life’, which resulted in a full-blown and huge argument. It had ended with Annie storming up to her room, packing whatever she needed and wanted, and slamming the door in his face with no goodbye.
She had promised she’d never be back, however, and fully intended to keep it. That night, Annie found herself on Kate’s doorstep, and her sister took her in; she had been just-turned fifteen at that point. Her father knew where she was, though made no attempt to go get her, which just made Annie’s hate for him grow more and more.
Throughout the course of what happened at her life, Annie’s belief in God slowly decreased until it fell into nothing. She found Karma much more appealing, and true; she felt, almost, as if God had turned a blind eye to her at times, and judging by her personality, that wasn’t suiting well with her. And, of course, the Catholic religion was far too strict for her; she was eternally damned before she hit fifteen according to them, for Christ’s sake.
She became a werewolf shortly after moving to La Push. Yes, a werewolf--those mythical creatures you hear about in fairy tales. Although, these werewolves were not the type you fear in your nightmares. They were the 'good guys'--the protectors.
Her cousin, Juno, had been diagnosed with APL when the two were both very young. And Antigone had been her donor throughout the years. But no, the older of the two was out of remission, and Antigone had screwed up big time. Too much drugs could really fuck up a person's system, which meant no dating.
And now, at seventeen, she and her sister lived in La Push, on land her mother had owned. She was in a relationship, with a certain Jacob Black, and doing her best not to fuck it up.
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