Post by Deleted on Jan 13, 2013 15:02:36 GMT -8
"Her bite's worse than her bark. Beware."
"You know when your bones break?
They mend. Harder.
And, when your skin tears—
It'll heal. Tougher.
The curse—
It doesn't hurt you.
It makes you stronger."
Name: Sedona Raines
Nicknames: Sed, Red
Date of Birth: 2/11/78
Species: Lycan (Werewolf)
Position: Beta
Wolf Form:
Coat Color: Ginger
Eye Color: Pale gold.
Human Form
Height: 6' even (all legs).
Weight: 160 pounds.
Build: Slender, with curves.
Hair Color: Red (real).
Eye Color: Blue
Complexion: Pale, with freckles.
Piercings: Ears (multiple), navel.
Tattoos/Distinguishable Markings: Take your pick.
(Note: All designs are by Darrell Ward [SN: TalentedMrWard], some of which serve as protection.)
Personality: Adrenaline junkie. Quiet in new surroundings or situations, but never withdrawn -- it's just the wheels spinning in her head. Her expressions and gestures speak for her most times, loud and crystal clear. Physical, definitely not afraid to step up or throw down. Ballsy. Sarcastic. Loyal. Has a temper when the right combination of buttons are pushed -- do yourself a favor and don't try to decode them.
Scent: Leather and Patchouli
Birthplace: Sedona, AZ
Residence, when not on the road: Seattle, WA
Occupation: Musician
(Guitarist for the band, 'Eleventh Hour'.)
Current Affiliations: Thronnos Tjorn Pack
...
February 11th, 1978: Sedona, AZ: 2:37am
"Momma..., " Gina frantically shook the arm of the older woman that was driving, her voice dropping to a frightened whisper, "The moon."
It was snowing that night. Though it would be nothing more than a memory come sunrise -- it rarely ever stuck, that's just the way it was in that area of Arizona -- it made seeing the road nearly impossible at that moment, the typical thirty-minute drive to the hospital now closer to an hour. An hour. That's how long her daughter had been in labor for, rocking in the passenger seat, clutching at her belly, trying to remember to breathe, but not to push.
"Dear God, please don't push." It's what Layne Raines was thinking as she continued driving, focusing on what was ahead of them while fingers grasped the steering wheel so tightly that her knuckles blanched, the woman unable to look up, not even for a second. It was far too dangerous. Or was it that she just didn't want to see? Didn't matter, either way. It wouldn't change the fact that the moon was red, like a ruby in a pitch black sky. There was blood on the moon.
"Momma!" Layne's pregnant daughter cried out with tears streaming down her flushed face. She'd broken a sweat despite the cold winter air. They both had. Reaching for her mother again, Gina grabbed her arm with enough strength to leave bruises in her wake. The sounds she made became strangled as she grit and grinded her teeth, panting heavily, trying to catch her breath while squeezing her thighs together -- something she wished she'd done nine months before -- as if that would keep the baby girl within from entering the world, one that was painted a stark white courtesy of the weather. Caught in the grip of another contraction, the teen thought she was going to die. The pain contorted her features into a grimace and she groaned, but all the while she kept her gaze fixed on the sky.
"I know, sugar, " Layne nodded, sneaking a hesitant glance as she pressed down harder on the gas pedal, going as fast as she possibly could without killing them. "I see it." She didn't want to say it, not out loud, but both generations of women knew what it meant. It was a harbinger of trouble to the superstitious, a terrible sign for a child to be born under, but there was no stopping Sedona. Not even in the womb.
"You know when your bones break?
They mend. Harder.
And, when your skin tears—
It'll heal. Tougher.
The curse—
It doesn't hurt you.
It makes you stronger."
Name: Sedona Raines
Nicknames: Sed, Red
Date of Birth: 2/11/78
Species: Lycan (Werewolf)
Position: Beta
Wolf Form:
Coat Color: Ginger
Eye Color: Pale gold.
Human Form
Height: 6' even (all legs).
Weight: 160 pounds.
Build: Slender, with curves.
Hair Color: Red (real).
Eye Color: Blue
Complexion: Pale, with freckles.
Piercings: Ears (multiple), navel.
Tattoos/Distinguishable Markings: Take your pick.
(Note: All designs are by Darrell Ward [SN: TalentedMrWard], some of which serve as protection.)
Personality: Adrenaline junkie. Quiet in new surroundings or situations, but never withdrawn -- it's just the wheels spinning in her head. Her expressions and gestures speak for her most times, loud and crystal clear. Physical, definitely not afraid to step up or throw down. Ballsy. Sarcastic. Loyal. Has a temper when the right combination of buttons are pushed -- do yourself a favor and don't try to decode them.
Scent: Leather and Patchouli
Birthplace: Sedona, AZ
Residence, when not on the road: Seattle, WA
Occupation: Musician
(Guitarist for the band, 'Eleventh Hour'.)
Current Affiliations: Thronnos Tjorn Pack
...
February 11th, 1978: Sedona, AZ: 2:37am
"Momma..., " Gina frantically shook the arm of the older woman that was driving, her voice dropping to a frightened whisper, "The moon."
It was snowing that night. Though it would be nothing more than a memory come sunrise -- it rarely ever stuck, that's just the way it was in that area of Arizona -- it made seeing the road nearly impossible at that moment, the typical thirty-minute drive to the hospital now closer to an hour. An hour. That's how long her daughter had been in labor for, rocking in the passenger seat, clutching at her belly, trying to remember to breathe, but not to push.
"Dear God, please don't push." It's what Layne Raines was thinking as she continued driving, focusing on what was ahead of them while fingers grasped the steering wheel so tightly that her knuckles blanched, the woman unable to look up, not even for a second. It was far too dangerous. Or was it that she just didn't want to see? Didn't matter, either way. It wouldn't change the fact that the moon was red, like a ruby in a pitch black sky. There was blood on the moon.
"Momma!" Layne's pregnant daughter cried out with tears streaming down her flushed face. She'd broken a sweat despite the cold winter air. They both had. Reaching for her mother again, Gina grabbed her arm with enough strength to leave bruises in her wake. The sounds she made became strangled as she grit and grinded her teeth, panting heavily, trying to catch her breath while squeezing her thighs together -- something she wished she'd done nine months before -- as if that would keep the baby girl within from entering the world, one that was painted a stark white courtesy of the weather. Caught in the grip of another contraction, the teen thought she was going to die. The pain contorted her features into a grimace and she groaned, but all the while she kept her gaze fixed on the sky.
"I know, sugar, " Layne nodded, sneaking a hesitant glance as she pressed down harder on the gas pedal, going as fast as she possibly could without killing them. "I see it." She didn't want to say it, not out loud, but both generations of women knew what it meant. It was a harbinger of trouble to the superstitious, a terrible sign for a child to be born under, but there was no stopping Sedona. Not even in the womb.