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Jan. 22nd, 2013 02:01 amPLAYER
Name: Myriam/Marnum
Personal Journal: marnummer.dreamwidth.com
E-mail: merowden1991@yahoo.com
AIM/MSN/etc: marnum_r (skype), Marnum (Plurk & Tumblr)
CHARACTER
Name: Toni Ipres
Canon: Hanna is Not A Boy's Name
Timeline: Post Ch2, Pre Ch3 (when the comic went on Hiatus)
Personality:
Toni, at first sight, seems to be the average art student. She frequents the local theater, likely playing a small role as needed, and would be described as a 'struggling artist'. Her friendliness makes good first impressions but her tendency to like or dislike something with no middle ground often gets her odd looks. She is always open to learning more even if the chance to apply the information never comes up. Strange people and things are no news to her; as a young werewolf not much would surprise her when it comes to the paranormal. Her most recent involvement has been a ghost at her theater who seemed to be offended by the lead actress's off-key singing. She took it upon herself to contact a paranormal investigator on the advice of a friend (with a badly written note), even if she could only afford to buy him dinner.
She is often described as a bit crazy, likely due to her abrupt nature and short temper. The temper is accompanied by extreme protectiveness of people and things she cares about or even vaguely likes which is driven home when she attacks a stranger to defend a man who she only just met. The fight was quickly interrupted and followed up by a game of poker, so she is also quick to forgive. Another thing that sets off her temper is people letting others take advantage of them. While she still has control of her temper, she tends to pour liberal amounts of sass into a conversation that has annoyed her and will carry on until whoever has caused the sass has made it up to her. The more bothered she gets, the more canine she is likely to act, likely snarling or growling at someone she feels threatened by.
Though there is not much to be said about Toni's past, it is known that she has three werewolf forms. She can shift into a small Pomeranian-like form, a large bipedal, incomplete energy form and her actual werewolf form. She has said her ability to shift when it is not the full moon comes from a talisman, a gift from her father, but it is damaged so she cannot hold her other forms for long. If she does force herself to change into her larger form, she will likely end up exhausted and useless and very vulnerable afterwards, seeing as it takes a lot of energy to do so. She can track people by scent for a good distance and has done so in puppy form, which takes the least amount of energy to change to and back from.
First Person:
[Walking at a brisk pace, Toni's face shifts through a variety of emotions: discomfort, anger, fear, confusion. She shoves her hands into her coat pockets and pulls them back out with surprise. She turns the communicator this way and that in her small hands and grimaces slightly. Popping it open, her head tilts slightly to the side.] This... isn't a regular watch... [She presses a button, and it turns distinctly 'on.']
Uhm... Hello? Hellooo? Hm. [She shrugs and presses another button. With no visible results, she fiddles with it a few more moments before discovering that she can type.]
The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog
Is this the real life, is this just fantasy?
[She grins and closes it. She holds it for a moment longer before tucking it into her purse.]
Third Person:
Toni grinned and pressed her nose further against the glass of the shop window. Clothing, among other things, was a passion of hers. All the clothes in this dank, old shop seemed to be calling to her. If she had a tail on, it'd be wagging. She pulled away to wipe at the glass with her sleeve then cupped her hands around her eye to see if she could spot a sign of some kind. No luck. There were a few boxes lying around and some racks of jackets and so on. Everything was hard to see since it was so dark in there...
She sighed and turned to the other building that had caught her attention; The theater. It was big and old and just like any other theater out there. A small comfort, given that this city... town... whatever it is... was giving her the heebie-jeebies. A nagging discomfort like when a group of people suddenly enter a room behind you. The idea in general makes no sense to her. One minute she's riding the bus, boots sticky from who knows what spilled in the aisle, watching the city roll by. The next she's standing in a train station and her hair is on end and everything feels weird. She was more bothered by what was or wasn't behind her to what lay among these buildings so she tramped out into the streets and wandered, finding herself at some old market square with all sorts of stores. Nobody paid her any mind and nothing caught her attention until she found herself mushed against a window and getting dust all over her face.
She trots across the road and up to the doors. She's not really going to go inside, but theaters are nice big solid old things and she leans her back against the doors to think. She doesn't recall touching anything strange, or reading anything she shouldn't. She didn't see any of the bus patrons around and she certainly didn't recognize anything near her. Mr. Cross hadn't done anything near enough to her to cause trouble either. Fiddling with the chord at her neck, she debated shifting and having a sniff around, but who knew what kind of trouble that would bring. She waits a few more minutes, soaking up the calm, then pushes herself away and marches away with purpose. She hopes that the station holds some idea as to how she ended up in this place and maybe some way to get back.
Name: Myriam/Marnum
Personal Journal: marnummer.dreamwidth.com
E-mail: merowden1991@yahoo.com
AIM/MSN/etc: marnum_r (skype), Marnum (Plurk & Tumblr)
CHARACTER
Name: Toni Ipres
Canon: Hanna is Not A Boy's Name
Timeline: Post Ch2, Pre Ch3 (when the comic went on Hiatus)
Personality:
Toni, at first sight, seems to be the average art student. She frequents the local theater, likely playing a small role as needed, and would be described as a 'struggling artist'. Her friendliness makes good first impressions but her tendency to like or dislike something with no middle ground often gets her odd looks. She is always open to learning more even if the chance to apply the information never comes up. Strange people and things are no news to her; as a young werewolf not much would surprise her when it comes to the paranormal. Her most recent involvement has been a ghost at her theater who seemed to be offended by the lead actress's off-key singing. She took it upon herself to contact a paranormal investigator on the advice of a friend (with a badly written note), even if she could only afford to buy him dinner.
She is often described as a bit crazy, likely due to her abrupt nature and short temper. The temper is accompanied by extreme protectiveness of people and things she cares about or even vaguely likes which is driven home when she attacks a stranger to defend a man who she only just met. The fight was quickly interrupted and followed up by a game of poker, so she is also quick to forgive. Another thing that sets off her temper is people letting others take advantage of them. While she still has control of her temper, she tends to pour liberal amounts of sass into a conversation that has annoyed her and will carry on until whoever has caused the sass has made it up to her. The more bothered she gets, the more canine she is likely to act, likely snarling or growling at someone she feels threatened by.
Though there is not much to be said about Toni's past, it is known that she has three werewolf forms. She can shift into a small Pomeranian-like form, a large bipedal, incomplete energy form and her actual werewolf form. She has said her ability to shift when it is not the full moon comes from a talisman, a gift from her father, but it is damaged so she cannot hold her other forms for long. If she does force herself to change into her larger form, she will likely end up exhausted and useless and very vulnerable afterwards, seeing as it takes a lot of energy to do so. She can track people by scent for a good distance and has done so in puppy form, which takes the least amount of energy to change to and back from.
First Person:
[Walking at a brisk pace, Toni's face shifts through a variety of emotions: discomfort, anger, fear, confusion. She shoves her hands into her coat pockets and pulls them back out with surprise. She turns the communicator this way and that in her small hands and grimaces slightly. Popping it open, her head tilts slightly to the side.] This... isn't a regular watch... [She presses a button, and it turns distinctly 'on.']
Uhm... Hello? Hellooo? Hm. [She shrugs and presses another button. With no visible results, she fiddles with it a few more moments before discovering that she can type.]
The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog
Is this the real life, is this just fantasy?
[She grins and closes it. She holds it for a moment longer before tucking it into her purse.]
Third Person:
Toni grinned and pressed her nose further against the glass of the shop window. Clothing, among other things, was a passion of hers. All the clothes in this dank, old shop seemed to be calling to her. If she had a tail on, it'd be wagging. She pulled away to wipe at the glass with her sleeve then cupped her hands around her eye to see if she could spot a sign of some kind. No luck. There were a few boxes lying around and some racks of jackets and so on. Everything was hard to see since it was so dark in there...
She sighed and turned to the other building that had caught her attention; The theater. It was big and old and just like any other theater out there. A small comfort, given that this city... town... whatever it is... was giving her the heebie-jeebies. A nagging discomfort like when a group of people suddenly enter a room behind you. The idea in general makes no sense to her. One minute she's riding the bus, boots sticky from who knows what spilled in the aisle, watching the city roll by. The next she's standing in a train station and her hair is on end and everything feels weird. She was more bothered by what was or wasn't behind her to what lay among these buildings so she tramped out into the streets and wandered, finding herself at some old market square with all sorts of stores. Nobody paid her any mind and nothing caught her attention until she found herself mushed against a window and getting dust all over her face.
She trots across the road and up to the doors. She's not really going to go inside, but theaters are nice big solid old things and she leans her back against the doors to think. She doesn't recall touching anything strange, or reading anything she shouldn't. She didn't see any of the bus patrons around and she certainly didn't recognize anything near her. Mr. Cross hadn't done anything near enough to her to cause trouble either. Fiddling with the chord at her neck, she debated shifting and having a sniff around, but who knew what kind of trouble that would bring. She waits a few more minutes, soaking up the calm, then pushes herself away and marches away with purpose. She hopes that the station holds some idea as to how she ended up in this place and maybe some way to get back.
