Title: DESTRE, jane t.
Jane Teresa Destre - July 23, 2007 03:22 PM (GMT)
__++hello. my name is…
name/nickname:: Kels
age::20
experience:: some years
other characters here:: --
__++you can call me…
&&__basic information
full name:: Jane Teresa Destre
nickname(s):: She tends to go by her last name nearly all the time. She only lets a few people get away with using 'Jane', mostly the older wolves she respects and Jude uses it when he feels like getting under her skin.
birthdate:: March 2, 1945
age:: 70
ethnicity:: French
orientation:: heterosexual
species:: Werewolf
belongs to:: Vorace Pack
title:: Body Guard
&&__physical description
height:: 5'6"
weight:: 137lbs.
eye color:: Brown
hair color:: Dark Brown
body type:: Athletic
distinguishing marks::
Well, the number of scars has gone up since she became the body guard of the Pack. The most noticeable ones are on her forearms, a mish mash of white lines and teethmarks, Destre keeps her arms covered when needed, but she's hardly self conscious about them. If they didn't lead to sticky questions in public, she would bother with hiding them. There are some similar markings on her neck, but they're on the back of her neck and are most often hidden by her short hair. The rest are too small and faded to really count as anything distinguishing. They're just part of the job.
dress style::
Destre has never been a fashion monger even in this City that most people regard as the Mecca of Clothes. Give her what's comfortable, something that will let her move and not snag on fire escape ladders. Jeans and a shirt with a jacket suits her fine and truth be told she prefers them. Since becoming the body guard though, she needs to shadow Jude nearly all the time. Her sense of style has since acclimated to Jude's when they go out in public. A nice off white blouse and dark colored slacks, Destre doesn't have a whole lot of 'nice' clothes, but she takes care of what she has.
portrayal:: Rosario Dawson
picture::
&&__personality test
likes::
general description:: Destre tends to keep her own counsel on things. She almost always backs Jude's play every time and only questions him when she feels it's truly necessary. It is fortunate that most of the time their thoughts on things seem to coincide as there would be a lot more arguments between the two. Destre has always been an outspoken wolf and it tends to get her in troublesome spots from time to time. Fiercely loyal to her pack and to Jude, Destre would honestly risk everything for them. They're the only family she has and she's there to protect them. She can't lie, it seems that Destre just can't. She'll try from time to time, but there's never a question when she's not telling the truth. Especially with Jude, seems like Destre had just better never have a reason to keep a secret from him.
&&__battle royale
artillery::Destre wears a light jacket in public for two reasons. One is to hide the marks on her arms and the other is to conceal the two shoulder holsters she wears nearly all the time. She carries a small canvas bag with her which keeps the extra clips of ammunition. Her specialty is using hand guns, but she is very well versed in the use of other types of fire arms as well.
swordsmanship:: She'll keep a small knife on her, bullets do run out eventually, after all. Destre is talented in the use of two short swords but she doesn't use them in real combat often. There is an art to using blades, which Destre loves, but in public, she just finds that guns are far more convenient.
martial arts:: Destre has spent a great deal of time learning different styles. Some of them are Jujitsu, Kempo, Kenpo, and several others.
combat:: Girl of the city, Destre's gotten her arse kicked several times, but the times she's walked away the winner was far more common. Very opportunistic, Destre using her smaller form to get in close to her opponent and deliver a sound beating.
&&__family history
father’s name:: Marius Destre
mother’s name:: Regina Couvelle
sibling’s name:: n/a
general history:: [
&&__proving your worth
role-playing sample::
The nights in Paris were never the same. Some cities a person could feel like they were stuck in a rut, it never seemed true here, in this city that bustled with energy all day long. People seemed to fly through the streets, they were all wrapped up in their own worlds and couldn't be bothered with the lives of the others they were brushing shoulders with. They yammered on their phones so intently that they didn't even have the faintest idea that they were brushing shoulders with beings that were engaged in civil wars and other battles that took places on the very rues they were walking on. It wasn't until the yammerers got drug into a secluded alley and drained of their blood did they realize and most often than not it was knowledge granted too late.
From a small apartment flat, a girl watched the changing scenes on the city streets. She was sitting out on her fire escape, slowly smoking a thin cigarette. Her dark brown eyes darted from person to person on the streets below. The faces weren't just a quick blur to her. She could see the line on every face and who each person was if she knew them. There were several blood suckers on the rue tonight and Destre looked a few paces down, seeing some young pups not far behind. Destre breathed out a quiet snort of disapproval. They knew better. They would be added to a casualty list if they got too close. She wasn't surprised with their behaviour though. They weren't a part of her pack. This would be trouble in later hours, she thought, taking an inhale of her cigarette. Her hand shook some on it's journey from it's resting spot on her knee to her lips. Destre was used to it by now, like the marks on her arms. But while the marks didn't bother her, the shake did.
A buzzer from the inside of her apartment went off and Destre quickly blew out the smoke and smashed the cigarette on the steel bar of the escape. Reaching an arm just inside the window, Destre grabbed a thin black jacket and slipped it on. It covered the white tank top she was wearing and hid the two shoulder holsters easily. She grabbed the rail of the fire escape and jumped over the side. Destre landed easily on the ground three stories below and headed down a side street avoiding the main road.
She had ten minutes to link up with Jude. There was a gathering tonight of a serious nature. Heading through the pitch streets that most people couldn't see through without the aid of a flashlight, Destre moved as quickly as she could. The sudden crash of a trash can lid to the side of her made her head snap in the noise's direction. Destre drew her gun instantly. Something told her she'd be needing it. The older wolves tried to tell Destre to not react so rashly. It was more than likely nothing but a cat. This time, though, her instincts came through again.
"Let him go!" Destre commanded, looking on a grim tableau of a vampire mid-drain of a human. "There's more than enough rats around here for you," she added before firing the gun and shooting the vampire in the leg. The vampire hissed sharply, throwing the weakened human into the alley wall, knocking him out and then instantly turning his attention back to Destre.
"Cur, don't interfere in business that isn't yours!" He said as he threw a trash can at Destre. His movement was so fast that the can collided into Destre, knocking the gun away and her off her feet. Destre looked up quickly, pushing herself halfway up with her elbow just to see the vampire coming at her. Destre reacted and transformed into her wolf form. Lunging at the vampire, she went for the neck and this time it was the vampire that got knocked onto the floor. Tearing away at the vampire, Destre stepped back and changed back into her human form. Pulling the second gun from her holster and shot the vampire in the head. Not a permanent solution, but good enough for now. The human was starting to wake up and they'd both be gone before the vampire got his wits back together.
Fixing her jacket as she holstered both guns, Destre ran a hand through her short hair quickly as she took the rest of the street at a bit of a run. She was checking for a bump from where she knocked her head. Sure enough, there was one starting to pop up. She rolled her eyes as she melted into the people traffic. A glance at a clock in a store window. She had three more minutes. Looked like Destre was going to be late...again.
member title:: Ready to .fight. the World
name/nickname:: Kels
age::20
experience:: some years
other characters here:: --
__++you can call me…
&&__basic information
full name:: Jane Teresa Destre
nickname(s):: She tends to go by her last name nearly all the time. She only lets a few people get away with using 'Jane', mostly the older wolves she respects and Jude uses it when he feels like getting under her skin.
birthdate:: March 2, 1945
age:: 70
ethnicity:: French
orientation:: heterosexual
species:: Werewolf
belongs to:: Vorace Pack
title:: Body Guard
&&__physical description
height:: 5'6"
weight:: 137lbs.
eye color:: Brown
hair color:: Dark Brown
body type:: Athletic
distinguishing marks::
Well, the number of scars has gone up since she became the body guard of the Pack. The most noticeable ones are on her forearms, a mish mash of white lines and teethmarks, Destre keeps her arms covered when needed, but she's hardly self conscious about them. If they didn't lead to sticky questions in public, she would bother with hiding them. There are some similar markings on her neck, but they're on the back of her neck and are most often hidden by her short hair. The rest are too small and faded to really count as anything distinguishing. They're just part of the job.
dress style::
Destre has never been a fashion monger even in this City that most people regard as the Mecca of Clothes. Give her what's comfortable, something that will let her move and not snag on fire escape ladders. Jeans and a shirt with a jacket suits her fine and truth be told she prefers them. Since becoming the body guard though, she needs to shadow Jude nearly all the time. Her sense of style has since acclimated to Jude's when they go out in public. A nice off white blouse and dark colored slacks, Destre doesn't have a whole lot of 'nice' clothes, but she takes care of what she has.
portrayal:: Rosario Dawson
picture::
&&__personality test
likes::
- Green apples
Rainy days
Being outside
Listening to a playing piano
Training the pups [with a good amount of playful ribbing]
Being around wolves she trusts
Taking risks
Seeing that sun come up from a roof top in the morning
Training in new styles of combat
Living in the moment
- Uppity pups
Vampires [Sorry, Jude. I promise not to maul those 'friendly' ones, but I still don't trust them]
Being stuck indoors
Cheats and liars
Losing
The in-fighting between the Packs
Not having control
Small talk
Being forced into doing something
Red apples
- Trust Issues - It takes Destre awhile to really trust a wolf. Until she feels like she trusts them, most people tend to see her as fairly cold and distant. There are some beings that she will just about never trust. Among the short list are vampires. They could be the friendliest, nicest, never drank a human's blood vein sucker and still Destre wouldn't trust them to watch her soccer ball. Once she gets burned by a friend, don't expect that grudge or trust to be coming back anytime soon.
Rash - Destre is still young by wolf standards and she still acts on her emotions and instincts a great deal. She reacts quickly and hastily. Most of the time, her natural impulses serve her well and has saved her own neck and the necks of others many times. There have been a handful of incidents that have left Destre in a very poor state and so there is always that chance than everyone isn't going to come out okay.
Can be very forgetful at times
Loses track of time
An old injury that severed a nerve when she was a younger wolf has left her with a right hand that tends to shake and twitch from time to time. This is something that she is very self conscious about. She knows it marks her as weak and she does see it as that. Destre tries to hide it, usually by holding her arm with her other hand, and while it helps, it doesn't completely hide it.
general description:: Destre tends to keep her own counsel on things. She almost always backs Jude's play every time and only questions him when she feels it's truly necessary. It is fortunate that most of the time their thoughts on things seem to coincide as there would be a lot more arguments between the two. Destre has always been an outspoken wolf and it tends to get her in troublesome spots from time to time. Fiercely loyal to her pack and to Jude, Destre would honestly risk everything for them. They're the only family she has and she's there to protect them. She can't lie, it seems that Destre just can't. She'll try from time to time, but there's never a question when she's not telling the truth. Especially with Jude, seems like Destre had just better never have a reason to keep a secret from him.
&&__battle royale
artillery::Destre wears a light jacket in public for two reasons. One is to hide the marks on her arms and the other is to conceal the two shoulder holsters she wears nearly all the time. She carries a small canvas bag with her which keeps the extra clips of ammunition. Her specialty is using hand guns, but she is very well versed in the use of other types of fire arms as well.
swordsmanship:: She'll keep a small knife on her, bullets do run out eventually, after all. Destre is talented in the use of two short swords but she doesn't use them in real combat often. There is an art to using blades, which Destre loves, but in public, she just finds that guns are far more convenient.
martial arts:: Destre has spent a great deal of time learning different styles. Some of them are Jujitsu, Kempo, Kenpo, and several others.
combat:: Girl of the city, Destre's gotten her arse kicked several times, but the times she's walked away the winner was far more common. Very opportunistic, Destre using her smaller form to get in close to her opponent and deliver a sound beating.
&&__family history
father’s name:: Marius Destre
mother’s name:: Regina Couvelle
sibling’s name:: n/a
general history:: [
- -Born in 1945, mother did not make it through childbirth
-Father was killed when Destre was nine in a car accident
-The young wolf was left in the large City of Paris on her own
-For the most part, Destre was able to make it. She managed to nick what she needed without getting caught and was already a vicious wolf.
-Much of Destre's education was purely luck. She already knew how to read and do some basic math. Trips to the library, that had at first been simply to get a warm, safe place to sleep quickly turned into a place where Destre studied.
-She also learned the limits and strengths of her powers. Destre learned to trust her instincts more and more.
-It wasn't long before Destre found out about the two packs running around the rues of Paris.
-Destre was around thirteen when she made the decision to join a Pack.
-What made her choose the Vorace pack was the fact they weren't out to kill everyone else. She was a violent pup, sure, but she didn't have that pent up rage and hate that seemed to just emanated from the other Pack.
-She spent many years growing up in that pack, learning how to fight and how to trust the others in the pack.
-Destre tended to gravitate more toward the older wolves in the pack. She felt like they were the ones that she could really learn a lot from.
-By the time she was 30, Destre was a well recognized fighter within the Pack and her loyalty to them was unquestioned.
-Continuing her training and the training of others, Destre was made the pack leader body guard when she was 50 after an encounter on the back streets of Paris.
-The fight was a result of an ambush by the other wolf pack. With most of the other pack getting a sound beating and all of the Voraces being able to return home, Destre's skill was noted and the change in rank was given.
-She's since been using her time when not shadowing Jude to train other fighters and keeping an eye on the younger pups.
&&__proving your worth
role-playing sample::
The nights in Paris were never the same. Some cities a person could feel like they were stuck in a rut, it never seemed true here, in this city that bustled with energy all day long. People seemed to fly through the streets, they were all wrapped up in their own worlds and couldn't be bothered with the lives of the others they were brushing shoulders with. They yammered on their phones so intently that they didn't even have the faintest idea that they were brushing shoulders with beings that were engaged in civil wars and other battles that took places on the very rues they were walking on. It wasn't until the yammerers got drug into a secluded alley and drained of their blood did they realize and most often than not it was knowledge granted too late.
From a small apartment flat, a girl watched the changing scenes on the city streets. She was sitting out on her fire escape, slowly smoking a thin cigarette. Her dark brown eyes darted from person to person on the streets below. The faces weren't just a quick blur to her. She could see the line on every face and who each person was if she knew them. There were several blood suckers on the rue tonight and Destre looked a few paces down, seeing some young pups not far behind. Destre breathed out a quiet snort of disapproval. They knew better. They would be added to a casualty list if they got too close. She wasn't surprised with their behaviour though. They weren't a part of her pack. This would be trouble in later hours, she thought, taking an inhale of her cigarette. Her hand shook some on it's journey from it's resting spot on her knee to her lips. Destre was used to it by now, like the marks on her arms. But while the marks didn't bother her, the shake did.
A buzzer from the inside of her apartment went off and Destre quickly blew out the smoke and smashed the cigarette on the steel bar of the escape. Reaching an arm just inside the window, Destre grabbed a thin black jacket and slipped it on. It covered the white tank top she was wearing and hid the two shoulder holsters easily. She grabbed the rail of the fire escape and jumped over the side. Destre landed easily on the ground three stories below and headed down a side street avoiding the main road.
She had ten minutes to link up with Jude. There was a gathering tonight of a serious nature. Heading through the pitch streets that most people couldn't see through without the aid of a flashlight, Destre moved as quickly as she could. The sudden crash of a trash can lid to the side of her made her head snap in the noise's direction. Destre drew her gun instantly. Something told her she'd be needing it. The older wolves tried to tell Destre to not react so rashly. It was more than likely nothing but a cat. This time, though, her instincts came through again.
"Let him go!" Destre commanded, looking on a grim tableau of a vampire mid-drain of a human. "There's more than enough rats around here for you," she added before firing the gun and shooting the vampire in the leg. The vampire hissed sharply, throwing the weakened human into the alley wall, knocking him out and then instantly turning his attention back to Destre.
"Cur, don't interfere in business that isn't yours!" He said as he threw a trash can at Destre. His movement was so fast that the can collided into Destre, knocking the gun away and her off her feet. Destre looked up quickly, pushing herself halfway up with her elbow just to see the vampire coming at her. Destre reacted and transformed into her wolf form. Lunging at the vampire, she went for the neck and this time it was the vampire that got knocked onto the floor. Tearing away at the vampire, Destre stepped back and changed back into her human form. Pulling the second gun from her holster and shot the vampire in the head. Not a permanent solution, but good enough for now. The human was starting to wake up and they'd both be gone before the vampire got his wits back together.
Fixing her jacket as she holstered both guns, Destre ran a hand through her short hair quickly as she took the rest of the street at a bit of a run. She was checking for a bump from where she knocked her head. Sure enough, there was one starting to pop up. She rolled her eyes as she melted into the people traffic. A glance at a clock in a store window. She had three more minutes. Looked like Destre was going to be late...again.
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Kella Credence Diesel - July 23, 2007 07:13 PM (GMT)
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