Hayden; the limpet. (![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} head_bitch) wrote,@ 2009-10-29 01:41:00 |
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| basics NAME: Hayden Paddock. GOES BY: Thorn. APPARENT AGE: Mid twenties. AGE AND DOB: 200; August 1, 1809. SPECIES: Therianthrope; werewolf. CAREER: Not Applicable CURRENT RESIDENCE: The Ruby Curse. MARTIAL STATUS: Soon to be Mated to Syn (or that's what she tells others) SEXUALITY: Straight. ETHER: No. supernatural ABILITIES Acute Senses: Being a werewolf all senses are more heightened than that of a human. From hearing to touch everything is better suited to take in any differences in the air. STRENGTHS: Her fingers are swift, almost a blur when she tugs a target’s wallet from her pocket and drop it in her purse. Cash, credit cards, money orders, and the works will be put to use in short order. She’ll bat pretty lashes, caress thighs and deliver sweet kisses to get anything she wants. WEAKNESSES: Envy is a natural stomping ground for Hayden. Between people who are of higher position to those with better clothing, she is wrapped in a rationalized jealousy of them. Because of her thoughts and often biased feelings she can not seem to accept the truth in matters that deal with anything she wants. Make no mistake she may play humble for Syn’s attention but she is about as arrogant as they come. Showing off her attitude Hayden will state “My shit don’t stink” and believe it. Haughtiness blocks her supposed natural ability at picking up on emotions and body language Another weakness is her speed which is equal to that of a very sure footed human when on two feet. WEAPONRY TRAINING: Hayden is not exactly an expert but she does enjoy blowing things up. From grenades to C4 if she can get her hands on it the wolf can figure out how to make it go BOOM. GROUP: The Pack. POSITION: Soon to be Alpha Female (in her mind at least) OPINION: Raidan is useful enough as for the Pack, it could use better female leadership. ALLIANCES: Raidan. RIVALRIES: The Watch, The Elari, Astrid Gandillon, Lauren Saller appearance Pretty and easy… or pretty easy? You take your pick and make up your mind when meeting this flashy werewolf. With trademark smoky make up her bright green bedroom eyes take a dazzling emerald appearance. Hayden is tall, standing at 5’8’’ without heels and anywhere from 5’10’’ to 6’2’’ depending on her pick of footwear for the day. The beautiful wolf will wear anything high class and expensive to show off, but prefers the sort of scruffy appearance associated with early British prostitutes when she does not feel up to making her beauty known (which is not often). Creamy white skin is daily soaked in a solution said to keep it firm and healthy – an unlikely mixture of woman’s blood, lilac, sandalwood oil, and violet pelts is carefully stroked over every portion. Typically brown and blonde strands are washed in the same essence to keep them soft to the touch for male attention. There are times when Hayden dies her hair from anywhere to pure blood to dark brown. DISTINGUISHING MARKS: A black tribal wolf band wraps around her upper-right arm, the open mouth and bared teeth chasing the tail. Across her stomach is a row of healed scars from the initial attack that led to her change. The shiny flesh seems almost surgically neat after over seventy years as a werewolf. ANIMAL FORM: Despite the hair dye of the week when Hayden assumes her wolf form she is a dusty brown color. Standing beside her usual massive werewolf brethren the she-wolf does not tend to stand out. She has her own feminine allure, of course, the shiny misty brown coat rippling over a strong werewolf structure, but she is only slightly smaller than the average male loup garou. PB: Keira Knightley. personality There are no other women on the planet who meet her, self claimed, perfection. From the tips the ends of her hair to the tips of her toes Hayden believes every solitary inch is divinity trapped on Earth. So… Then why don’t men lay themselves down to be seduced and women kiss her feet? Because they are stupid, of course! If beings, supernatural or otherwise, do not bow down and wait for her approval they are short-sighted and bound to end up as worm food anyway. Male and female alike would be wise to take note of her gorgeousness. Men desired by her – Syn, her Pack leader – were playing hard to get. Astrid is an obstacle meant to be squished or trampled to get to reach that goal. She does not like to get her hands dirty and will bully or bribe her sibling into doing things for her. What she wants she feels she can take. Aggression and sly timing are used to confront problems that need to be dealt with when the Alpha male may want to get in her way. She’s a sex and cash kind of girl, prone to emptying a stranger’s wallet if they are not too attentive about where her fingers wander. With Dante she often bats her eyelashes posing herself as demure, but strong in order to attract him. history Father: Magnus Paddock Mother: Cecelia Paddock Sibling: ------ Paddock [To come if anyone picks up his character] Rain rushed in late that summer, a literal waterfall under a stubborn moon. Night had been tense, miserable with the onslaught of water as the Alpha female gave birth to her litter. Pack Alpha, Magnus, had marched the den opening. He had snapped several times leaving multiple with bruises. By morning no one dared to toe within ten feet of the cave. Magnus would not stray too far, his range was limited to that distance and thus the other wolves were free from his nervous rage. Morning came with promise. Cecelia’s call for her Mate arrived with the first rays of sunlight. Inside the cave Magnus gave a celebratory howl. The Pack obediently bayed with excitement. That was the day Hayden met the world. Birthing in a den was a family tradition. One that Hayden did not approve when she could finally completely comprehend the meaning behind the story. The pup had informed her parents that the idea was revolting by the time she reached twelve. Having one’s child in a cave was low-brow in her estimation. Their family had a comfortable home; the village was filled with their Pack. A house was suitable. Beside the hardy Carpathian Mountains their Pack stayed for many years, growing and living under the mask of farmers. Hayden the ever lazy child “kindly” rejected the suggestion to work the fields, tend animals, or do anything useful. What did they think she was? They had others in the Pack to do those tasks - people who she walked all over at every opportunity. Hayden was female with a superiority complex that could not be shaken. Trying to bring her back to reality her parents offered her to a male for Mating. Repulsed by the male werewolf, he did not meet her copious standards, she ran away with her brother in tow. Life apart from the Pack was different. Harder. For weeks they went without food, neither had hunted for themselves or ever had to truly hunt. Their Pack had kept a multitude of human workers with no connections and animals when humans were in low supply. Hayden’s first meal was hard earned. A hunter had blown a nice hole into her side when she took him down with her brother’s help. Meeting Syn was destiny in her eyes. The Pack Alpha would Mate her and all would be well. So she waited. And waited… And waited. She’d received scant attention from him when he was in need, like any other female, but never the affection she thought was deserved. Jealous, angry eyes focused on Lauren when she came into the picture and then Astrid. Lauren she laughed at and bullied when things were allowed. But the caramel she-wolf was supposedly off-limits. Off-limits her ass. Whenever a chance could be obtained Hayden would slink close, mumble insults and talk about how the handsome male had been with her. She kept a special eye out just for Lauren in case more fun could be had from tormenting the white wolf. ooc PLAYER: Saxonie. CONTACT: Player page. CREDIT: mydecember for the profile coding and banners on here, layout and profile. Original layout codes from sugarbones heavily tweaked by mydecember. Icons credited in comments. |