Post by satara on May 28, 2011 21:44:25 GMT -5
[/color][/font]I'VE BEEN RE-HYMENATED!
AND THAT, DUDE, WILL NOT ABIDE[/color]
Aww, you're sweet. Now get you're hand off my ass before I shoot you.
Satara Morgan Riley
AGE 26
DOB March 26, 1985
SPECIES Human
SEXUAL ORIENTATION Straight
ALLEGIANCE Good
OCCUPATION ex-hunter, part time waitress
HOW DO YOU SLEEP AT NIGHT?[/color][/font]
ON SILK SHEETS, ROLLING NAKED IN MONEY[/color]
HAIR Brown
EYES Brown
PERSONAL STYLE Satara likes wearing jeans. It's versatile and easy, and she likes getting out of the stupid skirts the restaurant makes her wear. When not in her work uniform, she's often wearing calf-height boots and layered shirts. She hardly ever wears fingernail polish, but her toes can often be found painted bright colors and her hair is usually down. She doesn't wear much jewelry beyond a pentagram necklace that she never takes off.
PLAY BY Rachel Bilson
WE SHOULD HAVE ANGRY SEX[/color][/font]
DON'T OBJECTIFY ME. LET'S GO[/color]
LIKES
- Retirement
- Her boots
- Driving fast cars
- Knives
- Towels fresh out of the dryer
- Sneaking around
- Playing with fire
- People grabbing her
- The self-righteous
- People prying into her past
- Rude people
- Okay, people in general
- Waiting
- Halloween
- Grace/fluid movement
- Can be rather ferocious
- Good with knives
- Changes mind easily
- Moody
- No close friends
- Basic hunter skills
- She's handy with a bow and arrow
- Rather skilled at exorcisms
WHO'S THE HOTTER PSYCHIC?[/color][/font]
PATRICIA ARQUETTE, JENNIFER LOVE HEWITT, OR YOU?[/color]
HOMETOWN Valparaiso, Indiana
PARENTS Rebeckah Moore (mother) Steven Riley (father)
SIBLINGS None
SIGNIFICANT OTHER None
OFFSPRING None
HISTORY Satara was born and raised among the cornfields of Indiana. She had a fairly normal childhood, being raised to appreciate the arts, defend herself, and take crap from no one. Her family had a small farm where she rode horses in her spare time and learned to work on cars. As she grew older, she began to realize that her family wasn't quite normal. Her father, Steve, drank often and he wasn't a nice drunk. He was responsible for teaching her everything she knew about fighting, but he was also responsible for putting her and her mother in the hospital multiple times throughout the years.
One of these times when Satara was fifteen, Steve's anger became too much, and Rebeckah was killed. Three broken bones in her arm, a broken nose, and four cracked ribs later, Satara ran away from home. She'd spent two years living alone with her father, and she couldn't take it anymore. Tara got her GED and got a job waiting tables in Kokomo, where she met Chris. Chris worked part time at a video store that she often visited due to her lack of cable. After dating for a few months, the happy couple was torn apart.
Chris had a secret. Ten years before, at the tender age of nine, he'd made a deal with a demon to rid himself of a school bully. It was a stupid reason to make a deal with a demon, but he'd done it, and he'd paid the price. Satara had been there and had seen invisible forces breaking things. She heard Chris screaming at her to get out. The sight was horrendous, and Tara would never forget it. That was her introduction into the world of supernatural beings.
She studied hard, doing research to find out what had happened. The information was spotty at best, laughably insane at worst. Once she figured it out, she began arming herself like her father had taught her. Finally, she had a reason to use the skills she had. She learned how to adapt to hunting vampires and demons instead of rabbits and whitetails. Accustomed to moving around wherever her work took her, she made her way south across the state, hunting anything she found. For awhile, she was satisfied with her life, even though it was hard.
Along the way, she met other hunters, some good, some bad. She learned what she could from them, but never let herself get attached. Tara always moved along on her journey alone. Eventually, the life took it's toll on her. She had been hunting for years, yet it seemed that there were more monsters out there than ever. There were rumors going around about the apocalypse and that real angels had been seen. New monsters were everywhere, along with old ones that hadn't been seen or heard of in centuries. Believing that one person couldn't make a difference against such odds, she stopped hunting. She now resides near her hometown where she waits tables... a silver knife always strapped to her leg.
ARE YOU HUMMING METALLICA?[/color][/font]
IT CALMS ME DOWN[/color]
YOUR NAME/ALIAS Tara
RP EXPERIENCE 5+ years
OTHER CHARACTERS N/A
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE As Henry Niall, a Lycan prince. Copied and pasted from Court of the Night.
Henry wanted nothing more than to take Elina up in his arms, lay her out on that desk, and have his way with her. It was an exercise in self control to move away from her. He took a couple of deep breaths, using a calming technique that he'd been taught when he was still a pup in preparation for his first full moon. He closed his eyes and continued to focus on his breathing. In to the count of three... out to the count of three. Slowly, very slowly, he felt himself relax. Of course, he was only partially relaxed and that was compared to being tighter than a bowstring like he was a few moments ago. Tension still radiated out from his shoulders and his heart was still racing. That seemed to be his normal state around Elina anyway.
Knowing that he was as calm as he was going to get, he opened his eyes and watched Elina bring her hand up to his face to stroke his cheek and promise him that she wouldn't make him wait long. In his current state of mind, long was any amount of time greater than five seconds. With every rapid beat of his heart, he was a split second away from wrapping her up in his arms again, and with every rapid beat of his heart, he had to consciously make the decision not to. It was quite a magnificent battle. He watched Elina slide from the desk with his teeth clenched. Against his better judgement, he closed the distance between them and wrapped his arms around her. He didn't kiss her and he tried not to press himself against her, knowing for a fact that he wouldn't be able to stop himself a second time. He simply held her while his thoughts tumbled. She deserved so much better than the likes of him.
With that thought, he started forming a plan. He would set the stage and seduce her like she was supposed to be seduced, and he would leave it completely up to her when she gave in. The ball was in her court, but that didn't mean he wasn't still playing. Not this night, but the next... he'd put his plan into action. There were some things that he'd have to start on immediately. A slow grin spread across his face as his ideas formed in his mind. Part of him was still afraid, but in this moment anticipation was winning out over the fear.
He pulled himself away from Elina once again and it was only fractionally easier than the first time. Henry sighed as he let his hands drop from her, already missing her touch. He walked to the bookcase and leaned against it, keeping his back to her. If he was to keep himself under any sense of control, he couldn't look at her in those shorts. Not for a moment, at least. Taking one last steadying breath, he turned around and smiled at her. "I honestly don't know if I've told you this or not, but you are extraordinarily beautiful, you know that, right?" He shook his head ruefully, wondering if he still had blank paper in the bottom drawer of his desk. If she didn't know how beautiful she was, well, he was going to tell her. Better yet... he'd show her.
IS IT BECAUSE OF MY PERKY NIPPLES?
[/color][/font]GIVE CREDIT WHERE CREDIT'S DUE, KAY? THIS TEMPLATE WAS MADE
BY CATE (AKA GIRL TALKK OF CAUTION AND RC&R. SO DON'T
STEAL IT FROM HER, OKAY? TEMPLATE WAS MADE SPECIFICALLY FOR
GOOD AND GREAT. SECTION TITLES ARE QUOTES TAKEN FROM THE MOST
AWESOME SHOW EVER, SUPERNATURAL.[/color][/CENTER][/BLOCKQUOTE][/BLOCKQUOTE]
