Leah Clearwater

Leah Clearwater Apr 15, 2011 18:35:55 GMT -5

Post by LEAH CLEARWATER on Apr 15, 2011 18:35:55 GMT -5

----I’M IN THE BUSINESS OF MISERY----
…let’s take it from the top…!

----SHE’S GOT A BODY LIKE AN HOURGLASS----
…it’s ticking like a clock…!

*| full name: Leah Rylee Clearwater
*| nickname(s): Leah.
*| date of birth/date of transformation: April 8, 1989
*| age (chronological/physical): 19/23
*| height/weight: Leah is about six feet tall, and weighs somewhere around the hundred pound mark, as well.
*| hair color/eye color: Leah has brown hair, and also brown eyes.
*| distinguishing physical characteristics: Her Queliete tatoo on her arm.
*| species/type: Werewolf
*| special abilities: Transforming into a werewolf, the pack mind, extra strong, fast healing, immortality, additionally fast.

----IT’S A MATTER OF TIME----
…before we all run out…!

----WHEN I THOUGHT HE WAS MINE----
…she caught him by the mouth…!

*| likes:
1.) Being alone.
2.) Running.
3.) The forest.
4.) Her brother.
5.) First Beach.
*| dislikes:
1.) Listening all of the guys in the pack fawning over their girlfriends (through the pack mind)
2.) The fact that she transforms back to a human without clothes on. Like everyone else.
3.) Seeing Sam with Emily.
4.) The thought of loosing her brother.
5.) Being not normal.
*| hopes/dreams:
1.) Imprint (one day, someday)
2.) Make something of herself.
*| fears:
1.) Loosing her brother.
2.) Loosing her mom (her last living parent)
*| secrets: She's a werewolf.
*| personality: Leah's not the type of person that will put up with very much stuff, fooling around, and such, she's more of the strict kind of person, sticking to the rules, at least, for the most part, and such, and not putting up with people who are purposely obnoxious, or anything of that sort. She is more of a calm type of person, in a way, and enjoys just sitting in the forest, or on the beach, when no one is around, and everyone is that peaceful, sort of calm type of noise, and no one is running around, bothering her. Leah is a bit friendly, but not excessively, like she's overly cheerful, and is super friendly, just a sort of, mellow type of friendly. Of course, she's a bit more on the quite side, so her friendliness isn't overruling her, or anything like that. She's more relaxed than anyone like that, depending on the day, though.

Leah is also just a tad bit snappy, when you get on her nerves. Especialy when you're jumping up and down on her very last nerve. She tends to loose her temper quite easily, at the time being, so it's not a very good idea to get on her nerves. Seeing as she may very well end up turning into a werewolf, and running away, or taking her anger out on you. That doesn't necessarily mean that she is a violent person, she just sort of looses her temper, and can't calm herself, so she likes to get out of there. Fast. Leah also dislikes vampires. A lot. Like the majority of the Quielete Wolf Pack. Leah also loves her little brother, Seth, no matter how annoying, and obnoxious he is, they're still family, under it all. She's hopeful that one day, she'll be able to make something of her self, later on in the future, but someday, still.

----I WAITED EIGHT LONG MONTHS----
…she finally set him free…!

*| history: Leah Rylee Clearwater was born April eigth in the year 1989, it was a pleasant day outside of the reservation hospital, a comfortable spring warm. Her parents were younger at the time, and she was their first child, their little girl, Leah. She grew up relatively normally, in a way, her father was a descendent of a werewolf, and both of her parents knew, but they never expected the event that would occur when she grew older. For now, she was just their little girl, learning to walk, and talk, in their own time. She was just a treasured little girl, at least, for the first few years of her life, until things took a change, at least, for her, anyway. The change wasn't a very strong change, but it affected her quite a bit.

Leah's little brother, Seth, was born when she was about five years old, of course, being a happy little girl, she was ecstatic, thinking of all the fun things she could do with her little brother, and of course, imagining him being her age, and able to actually play with her. Playing dress up with him and such. But she was thrilled, until, when she found out there was nothing much that she could do with him when they returned from the hospital, since he was tiny, like one of her little baby dolls, at the time. So she grew up, in her younger years, more or less, believing that her brother was only obnoxious and annoying. So she didn't take much of a liking to him, and more or less, just stayed away from him. Especially since she dealed with the fact that her parents had to pay a lot of attention to Seth, and not her, of course, she was young then, so she didn't know any better, really.

Leah grew up, passing elementary school, middle school, and highscool. Leah of course met a boy, as they always do. Sam. They were highschool sweethearts, and yes, they were in love. She was one of the ones that searched for him when he went missing over that long stretch of time. Of course, her fairy tale was no longer there, her cousin, Emily, cam down from another reservation. And Sam imprinted on her. That changed her, very much, hurt her, along with the death of her father, which followed later on. She was changed, forever. And not necessarily for the better, but not exactly for the worse, either. But, something neither of her parents had thought of occured, sometime later. She broke that figurative law, that only boys became werewolves, as she became the first female werewolf.

*| roleplay sample:
The young girl's steps were soft against the forest floor as she acted as if she were walking a tight rope, arms spread wide, like a birds, only she wasn't flapping her arms, she was pretending to try to keep her balance as she slowly swept one foot carefully in front of the other at a steady pace. Sure, she was sixteen years old, but that didn't really matter very much to her. She liked acting younger than she really was, just goofing around a little bit, even if it did annoy her mother to no end, and she knew very well that her mom hate it. Liz had seen it in her face, every times she had dragged around that piece of ribbon, playing with her little kitten Lucy. She always had loved playing with that kitten, it gave her a sense of responsibility, instead of the feeling of sadness every time her mother look at her in a disapproving manner.

Liz sighed softly as she stepped forward, more normally now. Her perfect morning had turned bad, at the downing thoughts of what her mother thought of her. She didn't reaally care what her mother thought of her, in a way that she only got sad when her mother looked at her that way. But still, she was happy enough, her father was proud of her for being capable of helping him out in the barn. And that was all that matter to her. She enjoyed helping out her father, rather than acting like a girl for her mother. That was just something that she actually enjoyed, not just siting around letting her sickly mother doing her hair, and dressing her up, day in and day out.

Liz wrapped her hands over each other. It was quite a bit chilly this morning. And it was even quite a bit cooler since there was not very much sunlight making it through the leaves of the forest. But then again, the sun had only rose an hour or so ago, so it wouldn't be all too warm this morning, either see thought softly, eyes drifting over the trees slowly as she sort of twirled, and flipped her long, red braid with her right hand as she looked arund a bit, standing in once place, and surveying almost anything, and everything, watching the animals slowly waking up this morning, and staying still as they scampered around, she wanted to watch them this morning, not end up just scaring them all away. She wasn't cruel. Plus, the small animals were actually quite interesting, at least, they were to her. Some people might not think that, she thought with a slow, slight shrug.

----I TOLD HIM I COULDN’T LIE----
…he was the only one for me…!

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