Post by Ryder Jessicka Carr on Mar 3, 2009 11:51:22 GMT -5
[/font], About you *
Alias: Alexis
Age: 16
Experience: About six or so years
Other characters: Lucia Jones
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Ryder Jessicka Carr
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Non canon
Character full name: Ryder Jessicka Carr
Age: Turned at 18, now 32
Nickname(s): Ry
Alliance: Werewolf
Sexual preference: Straight
Likes:
Sushi
Poetry
Gymnastics/Parkour
Music
Dancing
Storms
Solar Eclipses
Dark eyeliner
Big fields
Snowboarding
Snow
Dislikes:
Full Moons
Silver
Them
Guns
Being chased
Killing
Transforming
Mexican food
Strengths:
Physical strength (Parkour, gymnastics)
Sword fighting
Creativity
Independant
Weaknesses:
Insecurity
Gun fights
Slow to trust
Too focused on being independant
General personality:
Ryder is a broken girl, devestaded by the transformation from mortal to werewolf. She'll fight when she needs to, but prefers to simply be left alone. As a mortal she was very active in her gymnastics team, excelling in the uneven bars and beam events. She also took up parkour, a favourite hobby of hers. Ryder loves to run along the rooftops of any major city, loves the heights and the adrenaline of jumping the gaps between buildings. She is shy and very slow to trust, and doesn't like to talk too much. Mostly, she can be found sitting outside during a storm with her headphones blaring. She keeps a notebook of poetry. Her retreate is her writing and the music she listens to.
, Appearance *
[/size][/center]Face claim: Lisa Origliasso
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Hair color: Dark Brown
Eye color: Brown
Height: 5'10”
General appearance:
Ryder is fairly tall and very slender, with a very athletic build. She has long dark brown hair that she likes to wear straight. Her favourite outfit is a tight fitting pair of black jeans with a dark purple tank top and a black hoodie. Her favourite shoes are a pair of chunky high heeled lace up black boots. She likes to do her eye make-up dark but hardly ever wears any lip color. She appears very soft most of the time, except when angry. When Ryder is angry her stance becomes very animal like, she'll crouch down and snarl viciously. Generally though, her appearance is meant to make her blend in.
, History *
[/size][/center]Parents:
Alexander Carr (Father, alive)
Justine Carr (Mother, deceased)
Siblings: None
Children: None
History:
Ryder Jessicka Carr was born in the city of Vancouver in British Columbia, Canada. Her mother, Justine Carr, died in child birth and Ryder was rised by her father, Alexander. As a kid she was always active, joining gymnastics at only four years of age. Growing up gymnastics took up much of Ryder's life, as it was her passion and first love. At 13 she began to take parkour as well. During the winter time she went snowboarding with her father. Ryder's life was fairly good, her family was fairly well off as her mother had written a best selling book before her death that left Ryder and her father with a large house and a full bank account.
Ryder was outgoing as a mortal and had many close friends at school and also within her gymnastics team. She dated several boys through highschool, but it was during a wild storm that she spent on the roof of her local shopping center that she met one Daniel Johnson. The two hit it off instantly and were soon dating. Daniel was the love of Ryder's life.
Two weeks before Ryder's eighteenth birthday she and Daniel went for a walk through Stanley Park, a nice little area in Vancouver. And that was where Ryder's life as she knew it ended. She hadn't known, but Daniel was a werewolf. While they were walking they were attacked by a werewolf from an enemy pack. Ryder was bitten and Daniel was chased away. The leader of the pack took Ryder in once he realised that she was going to transform. Ryder wanted Daniel to help her, but the pack leader told her he'd been killed. She had no choice but to stay with the pack that killed him in order to deal with the transformations.
It's now been fourteen years since Ryder was first turned and she finally has control over her transformations. She decided to move to London to get a fresh start, in an attempt to forget Daniel and everything that has happened since her first transformation. She's much quieter now than she ever was as a kid and keeps to herself more. But she's hoping to finally find some peace again.
Roleplay sample: (From a Zombie Apocalypse roleplay)
Ryder was daydreaming again, grey eyes glazed over and gazing into the distance. Daydreaming was dangerous of course, but unavoidable most days. She hadn't slept enough or eaten enough in the last... well, longer than she cared to remember. Daydreams would creep up on her during her little rests, sometimes almost closer to hallucinations than fantasies. She could see it now, herself; slim, but not as she was now with bones stuck out at sharp angles from underneath tight skin. Hair neatly combed and brushed, not the matted and muddy dark brown mess of near dreadlocks it was now. She could see having a house, with her own room and a nice, big bed with clean, soft sheets. And a bathroom, with a big rain shower and Jacuzzi tub. She could feel herself slipping under the warm water, back being gently massaged by a water jet...
A noise at the bottom of the stairwell pulled Ryder out of her daydream slowly, at first trying to slip unnoticed into her daydream, disguised as a room-mate, but then tugging gently at the corner of her subconscious, pulling her away from the Jacuzzi and into the real world. And then she was back in the dirty stairwell, surrounded by the artificial lights and a damp, decaying smell. Alone. Except...
Ryder heard the noise again, this time catching it through the haze of being sleep deprived and slightly malnourished. Something else was in the stairwell. She quickly shouldered her backpack and pulled a machete she'd found in some one's shed from the homemade sheath she wore around her waist. At one point she'd had a shotgun, but finding ammo for it had become increasingly difficult and she'd been a terrible shot anyway. Even with the shotgun, which was really a little bit sad. She was much better with the machete, physical strength by far surpassing her marksmanship. At one point, before this damned infection had begun, she'd taken competitive gymnastics and done a bit of parkour. Ryder was pretty sure that these skills had saved her life more times than being a good shot with a gun would have.
Slowly and carefully Ryder began to make her way up the stairs, one agonisingly slow step after another. The thing down there, if there was something down there, didn't seem to have seen or heard her yet. She was lucky. At the top of the stairs she backed into the door to the roof and jumped, just barely managing to hold down a scream. Screaming was still her natural first response to surprises, but during the last month of so, she'd managed to train herself to swallow it. It only took one scream to get you killed. She turned around slowly and eased the door open, praying it wouldn't creak and give her away. Just one more inch and then... yes! She managed to slip silently through it and on to the roof of the building.
The sun was just beginning to set and she cursed herself. She'd been in the stairwell longer than she'd intended, having let her daydream run away with her. Outside now, it was cooler, and she zipped up the black hoodie she wore over her dirty brown tank-top. It would have been nice to have had a chance to wash her clothes, but that wasn't likely to happen any time soon. New clothes would have been another nice luxury, as the knees of her black jeans had worn out a week or two ago.
Ryder glanced around at the other low rooftops of the small town she'd come to that day, trying to decided on where might be a decent place to hole up and sleep for an hour or two. She took a step forward, but stopped. Footsteps... running, somewhere near the north end of the building. She made her way over to the edge of the roof on that side and looked down. There were two of those things, running towards the building. Ryder frowned. Why would one of those... creatures, be chasing another of it's kind? She squinted hard at the first figure, a man. No... He couldn't possibly be clean. She hadn't seen any uninfected people in at least a month. And yet...
The man ran up to the wall of the building, and Ryder could have sworn she heard him swear. He turned to face the other creature and drew a pistol. Realisation hit Ryder hard. He was still... human. Clean. She looked at the infected thing running towards him. If she didn't think quick, he wouldn't be for much longer. She dropped her pack onto the roof and quickly unzipped it, cringing at the noise it made. She drew out a length of rope and prayed it would be long enough. Then she threw one end down to the man.
“Grab on!”
Other: Alex's is coming.
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