Title: Ansley Kincade
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Description: not done
Ansley Kincade - June 27, 2008 11:04 PM (GMT)
ABOUT YOU
Name: Stephanie
Age: 19
Contact Info: AIM: savvysane
How you found us: on LxK
CHARACTER INFO
Character name: Ansley Kincade
Nicknames: Ans
Character age: 24
Birthdate: March 30, 1984
Gender: Female
Lycan Species: Wolf
Level: Dominate - Alpha
Strengths:
>>Force Change on other wolves
>>Fluid shift
>>Fast healing
>>torture
>>quick tongue
>>clever
Weaknesses
>>sucker for a cute guy
>>quick to forgive
>>good sales
>>coffee
>>animals
Weapons carried on person:
>>switch blade
Tell me about yourself
Hair colour/style: Blond, medium curls
Eye colour: Blue
Portrayal: Christina Aguilera
Picture:
Physical description:
At five foot five Ansley was neither tall nor could she really complain at being short. As her father always loved to claim, she was the classic beauty blond hair blue eyes and the figure of a model. Which she earned, she spent half of her free time exercising. The woman followed the latest fashion trends, though she would have rather stayed in short shorts and tiny tank tops. She preferred to be scantly clad or naked. There was just something amazing about walking around naked besides her nose stud and her hair fixed.
Likes:
>>yoga
>>singing
>>fighting
>>working out
>>shopping
>>travel channel
Dislikes:
>>being late
>>working
>>wearing clothes
>>dumb people
Fears:
>>getting old
Nervous habits:
>>filing nails
Personality description:
Around her human friends, Ansley was a totally diferent woman from the woman she is areound her pack, but there were things she carried over between the two. Out-going and bubbly was something that would never be taken away from her where ever she was at the moment. It was her bright personality that drew people to her, she was alway that way with her family though. The pack was the only ones that really saw Ansley in a serious and furious mode. She would protect them in anyway, but no ever saw her down. It was part of her outlook on life, never sweat the small things, everything is a small thing. It was the Fuck it view she had.
Take me home to meet mom and dad:
Parents: Jason and Haley Kincade
Siblings: none
Children: none
History:
The Kincade family was not like most families, her father was a normal businessman on the surface, but the bulk of his fortune came after he entered into a business deal with a werewolf. An inside trader deal of some sort, though Ansley wouldn't be able to tell anyone what had actually happened. Her father hadn't told her anything until she was seventeen years old, the deal had been struck ten years earlier.
One could say she had an ordinary childhood, for a rich kid that is. Her mother was a stay at home mom and her father was the bread maker, who was never home. Ansley went to a private school and never study, went out with her friends. She would have said life was prefect. The girl never had to worry about anything except what outfit to wear on the weekends, what party to go to, what boy to date, and just how she was going to get her homework done so she could leave. Life was good.
When she turned sixteen she assumed life was just going to get better and it had looked that way. Her birthday party was the hit of the year; she got the car of her dreams, a fully restored Camero from 1969. Then her father started to look a little freaked out and ranting to himself quietly, sometimes talking about sending her to boarding school or getting her a place to herself. None of it had really made any sense to her, but she was freaking a little, her senior year was coming up, she could leave in her senior year.
Everything had come crystal clear on the night the attack happened. She had thought she was having a really realistic nightmare, when a werewolf had burst through her bedroom window and attacked her. When his teeth sank into her shoulder, the realization hit her, there was no way this could be dream. She screamed in pure agony, Ansley thought she'd be killed, but it was her parents that died that night; she had just been left there in Miami by herself. Alone in her room bleeding and hysterical, her parents dead bodies just inside the door of her bedroom.
Dealing with the police had been a nightmare, all the question and recounts. She had told them everything she knew, which really wasn't a whole lot. Ansley never really noticed how much her family had kept her in the dark until then. The seventeen year old had gotten an apartment not to long after that, there wasn't to much the police could do about it, she was nearing eighteen and she had sufficent funds to live and live lavishly.
After that she started looking into community, searching for anything that could help her. Looking for someone that could help her, she had already spent one full moon by herself and she needed help if she was going to make it through this. It hurt too much. It took her almost a full month to find out the where about of the Los Angeles pack. Ansley thrived with them absorbing the history and becoming stronger, she hadn't ever expected to climb in rank as she had, and neither had anyone else.
What really surprised them was when she up and left, leaving her positioni as Fenrir behind. She'd spent so much time clinging to the past to this life that she had and if felt like it was eating away at her. Ghost of her past followed her, lurking around ever corner. Ansley thought it would get better, she had stayed her waiting it out for years, but it just didn't.
She needed a change, there were to many memories in that place. Ansley took the new strength and all the money her parents had left behind, sold the house and headed to Maimi. Ansley had always wanted to go to Maimi, but her mother and father had always told her that there were too many good beach towns near by to fly across the country, for a little shopping, partying, and suntanning. She hoped that it would far enough away to take refuge.
Writing Sample:
Ansley grinned and hugged her legs to her body, her head lulling against a tree. She looked around her at the forest a small shiver ran through her naked body, back in her human skin the cool breeze was actually colder than she thought. The woman yawn and wiggled her naked bum on the leaves under her, so close to the change it actually made her fell more comfortable. "I still want to run." She said the fatigue was closing in on her body, but her mind was still energized and wanting.
Pushing herself up she swayed and shook her flattening curls out of her face and took off a grin spread over her face. This was where she was at her best, in this lush forest, nude, and running. Nothing could touch her like this, only her pack could keep up with her when she was like this, only they could reach her on a physical and mental level. So many years ago she hated this, feared it, now she could even conceive a world with out it. This curse, this infection, was a gift that allowed her to become more than she was, better, happier.
Ansley wove through the trees at a speed and ease that no human could; the forest moved by at a blur, it was the same was when she was in her wolf skin, but at a higher level. It was a rush that not many things could boast. The scent of the forest filled her nostrils and it registered as home. Her house was only a house, but the forest, the Lupanar was home.
After a few moments she stopped and fell down and rolled her body against the grass and yawned, she needed to get home before she took a nap, needed clothes. Her mind kept reminding her body these important facts, but her body wouldn't listen. Heavy lids fluttered slowly, before dropping hiding the light blue irises from the rising sun. All she could hope was there were no hunters around this area to find her, no hikers coming this way.
A gasp tore itself from the woman's throat and her eyes flew open to meet the unforgiving sun. "Ahh," sitting up she buried her face in her knees trying to slowly adjust her eyes. That dream, "I haven't dreamt about that day in years," she whispered softly, even now she kinda thanked that wolf for what he had done, not killing her parents of course, but attacking her, leaving her alive. What had brought it about though?
"Oh well." Ansley shrugged and pushed the thought away, it wasn't important. Hoping to her feet with a small grunt, she pivoted on the balls of her feet and started running once again, this time towards her clothes, it was too late to be here anymore.
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Name: Stephanie
Age: 19
Contact Info: AIM: savvysane
How you found us: on LxK
CHARACTER INFO
Character name: Ansley Kincade
Nicknames: Ans
Character age: 24
Birthdate: March 30, 1984
Gender: Female
Lycan Species: Wolf
Level: Dominate - Alpha
Strengths:
>>Force Change on other wolves
>>Fluid shift
>>Fast healing
>>torture
>>quick tongue
>>clever
Weaknesses
>>sucker for a cute guy
>>quick to forgive
>>good sales
>>coffee
>>animals
Weapons carried on person:
>>switch blade
Tell me about yourself
Hair colour/style: Blond, medium curls
Eye colour: Blue
Portrayal: Christina Aguilera
Picture:
Physical description:
At five foot five Ansley was neither tall nor could she really complain at being short. As her father always loved to claim, she was the classic beauty blond hair blue eyes and the figure of a model. Which she earned, she spent half of her free time exercising. The woman followed the latest fashion trends, though she would have rather stayed in short shorts and tiny tank tops. She preferred to be scantly clad or naked. There was just something amazing about walking around naked besides her nose stud and her hair fixed.
Likes:
>>yoga
>>singing
>>fighting
>>working out
>>shopping
>>travel channel
Dislikes:
>>being late
>>working
>>wearing clothes
>>dumb people
Fears:
>>getting old
Nervous habits:
>>filing nails
Personality description:
Around her human friends, Ansley was a totally diferent woman from the woman she is areound her pack, but there were things she carried over between the two. Out-going and bubbly was something that would never be taken away from her where ever she was at the moment. It was her bright personality that drew people to her, she was alway that way with her family though. The pack was the only ones that really saw Ansley in a serious and furious mode. She would protect them in anyway, but no ever saw her down. It was part of her outlook on life, never sweat the small things, everything is a small thing. It was the Fuck it view she had.
Take me home to meet mom and dad:
Parents: Jason and Haley Kincade
Siblings: none
Children: none
History:
The Kincade family was not like most families, her father was a normal businessman on the surface, but the bulk of his fortune came after he entered into a business deal with a werewolf. An inside trader deal of some sort, though Ansley wouldn't be able to tell anyone what had actually happened. Her father hadn't told her anything until she was seventeen years old, the deal had been struck ten years earlier.
One could say she had an ordinary childhood, for a rich kid that is. Her mother was a stay at home mom and her father was the bread maker, who was never home. Ansley went to a private school and never study, went out with her friends. She would have said life was prefect. The girl never had to worry about anything except what outfit to wear on the weekends, what party to go to, what boy to date, and just how she was going to get her homework done so she could leave. Life was good.
When she turned sixteen she assumed life was just going to get better and it had looked that way. Her birthday party was the hit of the year; she got the car of her dreams, a fully restored Camero from 1969. Then her father started to look a little freaked out and ranting to himself quietly, sometimes talking about sending her to boarding school or getting her a place to herself. None of it had really made any sense to her, but she was freaking a little, her senior year was coming up, she could leave in her senior year.
Everything had come crystal clear on the night the attack happened. She had thought she was having a really realistic nightmare, when a werewolf had burst through her bedroom window and attacked her. When his teeth sank into her shoulder, the realization hit her, there was no way this could be dream. She screamed in pure agony, Ansley thought she'd be killed, but it was her parents that died that night; she had just been left there in Miami by herself. Alone in her room bleeding and hysterical, her parents dead bodies just inside the door of her bedroom.
Dealing with the police had been a nightmare, all the question and recounts. She had told them everything she knew, which really wasn't a whole lot. Ansley never really noticed how much her family had kept her in the dark until then. The seventeen year old had gotten an apartment not to long after that, there wasn't to much the police could do about it, she was nearing eighteen and she had sufficent funds to live and live lavishly.
After that she started looking into community, searching for anything that could help her. Looking for someone that could help her, she had already spent one full moon by herself and she needed help if she was going to make it through this. It hurt too much. It took her almost a full month to find out the where about of the Los Angeles pack. Ansley thrived with them absorbing the history and becoming stronger, she hadn't ever expected to climb in rank as she had, and neither had anyone else.
What really surprised them was when she up and left, leaving her positioni as Fenrir behind. She'd spent so much time clinging to the past to this life that she had and if felt like it was eating away at her. Ghost of her past followed her, lurking around ever corner. Ansley thought it would get better, she had stayed her waiting it out for years, but it just didn't.
She needed a change, there were to many memories in that place. Ansley took the new strength and all the money her parents had left behind, sold the house and headed to Maimi. Ansley had always wanted to go to Maimi, but her mother and father had always told her that there were too many good beach towns near by to fly across the country, for a little shopping, partying, and suntanning. She hoped that it would far enough away to take refuge.
Writing Sample:
Ansley grinned and hugged her legs to her body, her head lulling against a tree. She looked around her at the forest a small shiver ran through her naked body, back in her human skin the cool breeze was actually colder than she thought. The woman yawn and wiggled her naked bum on the leaves under her, so close to the change it actually made her fell more comfortable. "I still want to run." She said the fatigue was closing in on her body, but her mind was still energized and wanting.
Pushing herself up she swayed and shook her flattening curls out of her face and took off a grin spread over her face. This was where she was at her best, in this lush forest, nude, and running. Nothing could touch her like this, only her pack could keep up with her when she was like this, only they could reach her on a physical and mental level. So many years ago she hated this, feared it, now she could even conceive a world with out it. This curse, this infection, was a gift that allowed her to become more than she was, better, happier.
Ansley wove through the trees at a speed and ease that no human could; the forest moved by at a blur, it was the same was when she was in her wolf skin, but at a higher level. It was a rush that not many things could boast. The scent of the forest filled her nostrils and it registered as home. Her house was only a house, but the forest, the Lupanar was home.
After a few moments she stopped and fell down and rolled her body against the grass and yawned, she needed to get home before she took a nap, needed clothes. Her mind kept reminding her body these important facts, but her body wouldn't listen. Heavy lids fluttered slowly, before dropping hiding the light blue irises from the rising sun. All she could hope was there were no hunters around this area to find her, no hikers coming this way.
A gasp tore itself from the woman's throat and her eyes flew open to meet the unforgiving sun. "Ahh," sitting up she buried her face in her knees trying to slowly adjust her eyes. That dream, "I haven't dreamt about that day in years," she whispered softly, even now she kinda thanked that wolf for what he had done, not killing her parents of course, but attacking her, leaving her alive. What had brought it about though?
"Oh well." Ansley shrugged and pushed the thought away, it wasn't important. Hoping to her feet with a small grunt, she pivoted on the balls of her feet and started running once again, this time towards her clothes, it was too late to be here anymore.
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Katt Marshall - June 28, 2008 04:04 PM (GMT)
hey there! good app, I just have a few concerns.
If her parents were killed when Ansley was 17, and the police were involved with the investigation, it is highly doubtful she would be left ot her own devices to find the LA pack. More than likely, the cops would have put her in foster care, or found a relative for her to live with until she was 18. If you could change that age, it would be a big help.
Also, if Ansley spent so much time in the LA pack, why did she choose to leave it, and why did she pick Miami? Did she just throw a dart at a map, and told her pack she was outta there?
If you could just flesh out the history a bit in that aspect, then I don't see any reason why I wouldn't approve you.
Thanks,
Jen
If her parents were killed when Ansley was 17, and the police were involved with the investigation, it is highly doubtful she would be left ot her own devices to find the LA pack. More than likely, the cops would have put her in foster care, or found a relative for her to live with until she was 18. If you could change that age, it would be a big help.
Also, if Ansley spent so much time in the LA pack, why did she choose to leave it, and why did she pick Miami? Did she just throw a dart at a map, and told her pack she was outta there?
If you could just flesh out the history a bit in that aspect, then I don't see any reason why I wouldn't approve you.
Thanks,
Jen
Ansley Kincade - June 28, 2008 04:24 PM (GMT)
Clarifactions:
17 is resonably old enough for the cops to allow someone to live on there on, if they chose. Where I'm from its the legal age to move out on your own.
As for leaving, it makes perfect sense for someone to cling to a place for so long even though they don't want to be there. One day she let go and decided to leave, human nature.
Maybe she did thow a dart and land on Maimi, its close enough to the same city enviornment, but far enough away to ease someones mind.
But I did add into it and fix parts. I didn't feel like looking up LA laws on living on your own.
and not, that if this sounds mean or standoffish in anyway, I don't mean it too =D
17 is resonably old enough for the cops to allow someone to live on there on, if they chose. Where I'm from its the legal age to move out on your own.
As for leaving, it makes perfect sense for someone to cling to a place for so long even though they don't want to be there. One day she let go and decided to leave, human nature.
Maybe she did thow a dart and land on Maimi, its close enough to the same city enviornment, but far enough away to ease someones mind.
But I did add into it and fix parts. I didn't feel like looking up LA laws on living on your own.
and not, that if this sounds mean or standoffish in anyway, I don't mean it too =D
Katt Marshall - June 28, 2008 04:56 PM (GMT)
Reasonable or not, in our applications, I look for clarification and thoroughly covered information in the history. Someone's parent's being murdered while they are still under the legal age or up and leaving from a pack she considered family are things that warrant more than just a short paragraph. In order to truly understand the character, things like that need to be fleshed out rather than just flown over.
Whether the reply was or was not meant to come out as standoffish or not, it still came out that way. Next time, if you have a problem, a PM would be sufficient to tell me so.
Whether the reply was or was not meant to come out as standoffish or not, it still came out that way. Next time, if you have a problem, a PM would be sufficient to tell me so.