Title: CAPRICE, danica jade
Danica Jade Caprice - July 19, 2007 11:14 PM (GMT)
__++hello. my name is…
name/nickname:: Erin
age:: 17
experience:: I own the site
other characters here:: Kella Credence Diesel, Jude Parker Devereux, Troy Bradley White
__++you can call me…
&&__basic information
full name:: Danica Jade Caprice
nickname(s):: Dani
birthdate:: December 9th, 1946
age:: 69
ethnicity:: Swedish American
orientation:: Heterosexual
species:: Werewolf
belongs too:: Courroucé Pack
title:: Member
&&__physical description
height:: 5’ 5”
weight:: 129 lbs
eye color:: Ember
hair color:: It is always changing. The true color is blonde, but there is a black undertone with pink and white waved through it. Sometimes it’s all black, other times a copper color with black in it, other times the pink is turned blue. The colors she picks aren’t considered normal. When she becomes a wolf, Danica’s fur is an offset color of grey.
body type:: Curvy up top, but rather slender and petite.
distinguishing marks:: There’s a funky, black tattoo on her left arm and a morphed, red butterfly on her right shoulder. Two birthmarks mark her left cheek only a few inches apart from the other.
dress style:: Her style is really pretty crazy, wearing anything that will make anybody look. Some might call some of the outfits she wears trashy, like her fishnet tights with wholes ripped through them, high heels, tight, mini-plaid skirt with a bullet belt, and a tank top falling off her body. No matter what she wears, she turns it into punk-scene. There are so many clothes in her wardrobe, especially hoodies and bright colored things, that nobody would really want to bother borrowing. A couple of days a week Dani will be walking the street in a barely-there silver skirt, knee-high socks the color of neon, white pumps, and a gold bikini-top. Her style is definitely original. There is often a stud small bullring through her nose and earrings in her ears. A lot of dangly necklaces and bracelets are worn.
portrayal:: Audrey Kitching
picture::
&&__personality test
likes::
general description:: In many ways she is just down right uppity, always on the go and never considering to stop and take a breather for a few seconds. Danica is pretty hardcore with the way she acts and dresses, but there are times where she is merely a sad, lost little girl looking for something. Just by the way she dresses, speaks her mind, does her drugs, and talks a lot makes people think that she is only looking for attention, when sometimes it’s true but other times she would love nothing more than to be alone in her own little bubble. Yet, this female wolf is very independent, almost rogue sometimes, but is as tough as nails. Really, fun is what she is looking for, no matter the consequences. In all actuality, the odd girl is very outgoing and always on the prowl.
&&__battle royale
artillary:: Dani carries around a personal, semiautomatic with her at all times, rather in a holster or in a handbag. The bullets are custom-made.
swordsmanship:: When it comes to knives and swords, she is nothing but thumbs so really tries to stray away from those weapons. She’s more into guns.
martial arts:: Like hell you’re getting her to slow down enough to actually learn something.
combat:: Despite her petite size, the wolf-girl can really pack a punch. There’s nothing routine about the fight style, just aim, go, and hope she’s stronger than the person she’s taking on. When provoked, it would be safe to say her target would be going down no matter how badly damaged she is.
&&__family history
father’s name:: Derek Caprice
mother’s name:: Julie Caprice (deceased)
sibling’s name:: N/A
general history::
&&__proving your worth
role-playing sample::
Treasure Island. This was enemy territory, in a sense anyway. Sure, friends were made from other casinos and hotels, but never did the Turner man want to go stumbling around in them. It wasn't fear, but caution. Who knew if anybody was going to put a fist to his gorgeous face for being from Caesar’s? Okay, odds were it was unlikely to heppen, but there was a certain respect somewhere in his beliefs not to go stumble into another hotel and/or casino if one worked for another one. To Camden, it was like breaking some sort of code between brothers or something. It was weird, but that didn't really matter. Treasure Island didn't really qualify as a hotel or casino for him at all! This was maybe his least favorite place in the whole of Las Vegas with pirates running around. Pirates weren't something that sparked any sort of interest in the security guard. Where did that take anybody in life? To some sort of pirate movie? Oh, well, Vegas offered dreams that few would expect to be there. The dancers, however, were pretty damn good and kind of made up for the uniqueness that Treasure Island held. A drink or two would really be needed to just make it for the short of amount of time that would be spent in the confounded place.
The main reason for being in enemy territory was the search for Bryleigh. There hadn't been any formal meeting, but the feeling of wanting to argue - or was it to make out? - was pulsating through him. Besides, it had been a while since his baby blues had last seen her. The most that was really known about her job was that she was an exotic dancer and worked at Treasure Island. That was pretty much the extent. He wasn't certain if she would be at Mist or at Tangerine, so he left a message with some form of management to say that a client of some sort was searching for her. Or had it been lawyer? Or brother? Cam couldn't really remember since that excuse had been used so many times with so many variations that it was hard to keep track. The funny thing was that nobody had really caught on. It hadn't been used in many of the hotels or casinos, but at restaurants or clubs or some place with a lot of people. Ok, so all of Las Vegas was pretty much like that, but only one out of ten times did it not work. The method was good and there wasn't much point in changing it until it didn't work three times out of ten. So the statistics were made up, but they were still pretty good!
The wonderful thing that Mist offered was that there weren't any people dressed like they had just come from the beach. The guy from Caesar's wasn't looking like that. The jeans covering his muscular legs were a dark blue with very little fading to them, a button down cotton t-shirt, and a pinstripe blazer. A pair of sunglasses had been over his eyes, but it was far too dark to be wearing them anymore. Putting them safely in the inside pocket of the jacket, Camden found a waitress going by and asked, "Can I get a beer, lovely?" Lovely was what he called every waitress that he didn't know. Usually brightened their day when it wasn't said with force. The way he said it was rather mild. "Anything is fine." With that, he pointed to one of the couches he'd be sitting at. Dancing, let alone moving after that busy day, seemed almost difficult. The waitress came back over with his beer, just the way he liked it when a drink was taken, and thanked her kindly. For the time being, he'd just have to sit there and drink until Bryleigh came around. Hell, it was a risk just assuming that she was working that night. If she never showed, there were plenty of fine specimens around. Man, it was easy to hope she'd get there soon because plenty of them were looking his way and he couldn't bare to break their hearts, or their sex drive
member title:: caution[;;] will .BITE.
name/nickname:: Erin
age:: 17
experience:: I own the site
other characters here:: Kella Credence Diesel, Jude Parker Devereux, Troy Bradley White
__++you can call me…
&&__basic information
full name:: Danica Jade Caprice
nickname(s):: Dani
birthdate:: December 9th, 1946
age:: 69
ethnicity:: Swedish American
orientation:: Heterosexual
species:: Werewolf
belongs too:: Courroucé Pack
title:: Member
&&__physical description
height:: 5’ 5”
weight:: 129 lbs
eye color:: Ember
hair color:: It is always changing. The true color is blonde, but there is a black undertone with pink and white waved through it. Sometimes it’s all black, other times a copper color with black in it, other times the pink is turned blue. The colors she picks aren’t considered normal. When she becomes a wolf, Danica’s fur is an offset color of grey.
body type:: Curvy up top, but rather slender and petite.
distinguishing marks:: There’s a funky, black tattoo on her left arm and a morphed, red butterfly on her right shoulder. Two birthmarks mark her left cheek only a few inches apart from the other.
dress style:: Her style is really pretty crazy, wearing anything that will make anybody look. Some might call some of the outfits she wears trashy, like her fishnet tights with wholes ripped through them, high heels, tight, mini-plaid skirt with a bullet belt, and a tank top falling off her body. No matter what she wears, she turns it into punk-scene. There are so many clothes in her wardrobe, especially hoodies and bright colored things, that nobody would really want to bother borrowing. A couple of days a week Dani will be walking the street in a barely-there silver skirt, knee-high socks the color of neon, white pumps, and a gold bikini-top. Her style is definitely original. There is often a stud small bullring through her nose and earrings in her ears. A lot of dangly necklaces and bracelets are worn.
portrayal:: Audrey Kitching
picture::
&&__personality test
likes::
- -clothes and shopping!
-hunting and taking down her prey
-cocking a gun, because it’s fun to say
-MEN and SEDUCTION
-skinny dipping
-rock and roll/punk
-doing lines of cocaine
-smoking cigarettes
-alcohol of all kinds
-the party scene/nightclubs
-sneaking up on people
-catching the eye of anybody
-flirting with breaking the rules
-getting dirty
- -clove cigarettes
-fighting hand-to-hand
-hangovers
-swords and martial arts
-those that don’t know technology
-being told what to do
-losing the drug euphoria
-taxi cabs
-museums/anything slow
-not going fast
- -bites her nails
-chews on her hair
-changes the color of her hair
-talks a lot
-chews on the end of a cigarette when bored
general description:: In many ways she is just down right uppity, always on the go and never considering to stop and take a breather for a few seconds. Danica is pretty hardcore with the way she acts and dresses, but there are times where she is merely a sad, lost little girl looking for something. Just by the way she dresses, speaks her mind, does her drugs, and talks a lot makes people think that she is only looking for attention, when sometimes it’s true but other times she would love nothing more than to be alone in her own little bubble. Yet, this female wolf is very independent, almost rogue sometimes, but is as tough as nails. Really, fun is what she is looking for, no matter the consequences. In all actuality, the odd girl is very outgoing and always on the prowl.
&&__battle royale
artillary:: Dani carries around a personal, semiautomatic with her at all times, rather in a holster or in a handbag. The bullets are custom-made.
swordsmanship:: When it comes to knives and swords, she is nothing but thumbs so really tries to stray away from those weapons. She’s more into guns.
martial arts:: Like hell you’re getting her to slow down enough to actually learn something.
combat:: Despite her petite size, the wolf-girl can really pack a punch. There’s nothing routine about the fight style, just aim, go, and hope she’s stronger than the person she’s taking on. When provoked, it would be safe to say her target would be going down no matter how badly damaged she is.
&&__family history
father’s name:: Derek Caprice
mother’s name:: Julie Caprice (deceased)
sibling’s name:: N/A
general history::
- -Was born an only child in Richmond, Virginia to two werewolf parents.
-Her mother was in labor for fifty-three hours, the pregnancy perceiving some complications, but didn’t lead to her death.
-After birth, they didn’t really have a perfect name for her, so they just chose the first names of the next people that walked into the room – ‘Danica’, a nurse; and ‘Jade’, the name of the janitor.
-At about three, complaints came heavily about wolves in the city. With this, her parents began to worry.
-Finally, they packed up their house and moved to New York City, trading the house for a small apartment that smelt of urine.
-Growing up in New York City, Danica went to day care with people of various ethnical backgrounds, making a lot of friends, so when her parents pulled her out of it, she became upset and ended up breaking the dining room table in half at the age of five.
-She attended school like a normal kid, but it wasn’t until junior high things became more clear; the urge for meat, wanting to run, the dreams of the moon. It was then her parents explained to her being a werewolf.
-By this time, they were well into there sixties, but looked like they were still young adults. It was old age that would eventually take her mother, Julie being forty years older than Derek.
-High school, she blossomed out of her shell, starting to experiment with her hair, clothes, sex, booze, and drugs. Her father was much of the same, so it was no wonder she became daddy’s little girl.
-During her junior year, Danica was stoned and turned into a wolf to tease her feller stoners. The next morning, she woke up with the taste of blood in her mouth, her best friend found dead, and the papers said a wolf got to him.
-After that incident, she took up cocaine and stopped spending time with people all together. She grew quite thin and stopped eating meat.
-Until her father practically force fed her meat, she was depressed, but after that gesture something in her changed and it made her reckless.
-When the Depression hit, she gladly killed any human just for blood in her mouth, to eat, to survive. This was the turning even in which made her blood-thirsty.
-When World War II and the Depression were over with, Dani hopped on a plane to make it fresh in Paris, where she received the welcoming from the lycans she had always wanted. Plus, fresh victims with a whole new sort of entertainment.
&&__proving your worth
role-playing sample::
Treasure Island. This was enemy territory, in a sense anyway. Sure, friends were made from other casinos and hotels, but never did the Turner man want to go stumbling around in them. It wasn't fear, but caution. Who knew if anybody was going to put a fist to his gorgeous face for being from Caesar’s? Okay, odds were it was unlikely to heppen, but there was a certain respect somewhere in his beliefs not to go stumble into another hotel and/or casino if one worked for another one. To Camden, it was like breaking some sort of code between brothers or something. It was weird, but that didn't really matter. Treasure Island didn't really qualify as a hotel or casino for him at all! This was maybe his least favorite place in the whole of Las Vegas with pirates running around. Pirates weren't something that sparked any sort of interest in the security guard. Where did that take anybody in life? To some sort of pirate movie? Oh, well, Vegas offered dreams that few would expect to be there. The dancers, however, were pretty damn good and kind of made up for the uniqueness that Treasure Island held. A drink or two would really be needed to just make it for the short of amount of time that would be spent in the confounded place.
The main reason for being in enemy territory was the search for Bryleigh. There hadn't been any formal meeting, but the feeling of wanting to argue - or was it to make out? - was pulsating through him. Besides, it had been a while since his baby blues had last seen her. The most that was really known about her job was that she was an exotic dancer and worked at Treasure Island. That was pretty much the extent. He wasn't certain if she would be at Mist or at Tangerine, so he left a message with some form of management to say that a client of some sort was searching for her. Or had it been lawyer? Or brother? Cam couldn't really remember since that excuse had been used so many times with so many variations that it was hard to keep track. The funny thing was that nobody had really caught on. It hadn't been used in many of the hotels or casinos, but at restaurants or clubs or some place with a lot of people. Ok, so all of Las Vegas was pretty much like that, but only one out of ten times did it not work. The method was good and there wasn't much point in changing it until it didn't work three times out of ten. So the statistics were made up, but they were still pretty good!
The wonderful thing that Mist offered was that there weren't any people dressed like they had just come from the beach. The guy from Caesar's wasn't looking like that. The jeans covering his muscular legs were a dark blue with very little fading to them, a button down cotton t-shirt, and a pinstripe blazer. A pair of sunglasses had been over his eyes, but it was far too dark to be wearing them anymore. Putting them safely in the inside pocket of the jacket, Camden found a waitress going by and asked, "Can I get a beer, lovely?" Lovely was what he called every waitress that he didn't know. Usually brightened their day when it wasn't said with force. The way he said it was rather mild. "Anything is fine." With that, he pointed to one of the couches he'd be sitting at. Dancing, let alone moving after that busy day, seemed almost difficult. The waitress came back over with his beer, just the way he liked it when a drink was taken, and thanked her kindly. For the time being, he'd just have to sit there and drink until Bryleigh came around. Hell, it was a risk just assuming that she was working that night. If she never showed, there were plenty of fine specimens around. Man, it was easy to hope she'd get there soon because plenty of them were looking his way and he couldn't bare to break their hearts, or their sex drive
member title:: caution[;;] will .BITE.