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| Brooke Sangloup | Aug 2 2009, 07:53 AM Post #1 |
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Name: Brooke Sangloup (though she usually demands to be called Rocky) Age: Nineteen Blood type: Muggleborn Height: 5'4" Weight: 148 Pounds Gender: Female, Chick, Feminine, whatever other word for girl that floats your boat. XD Wand: Redwood, 1'2", Eucalyptus Core Appearence: Brooke, unlike most teachers at the school, dresses like a muggle (reasons explained in history), and more importantly, like a student. In this way Brooke can be a little rebellious, and still look her age without being confused for a student, though, if Brooke ever wanted to do that, she has the robes to do it. Her 'normal day's attire' can generally be described in a few words: simple, practicle, and duriable. She almost is always wearing a T-shirt and baggy pants with informal shoes like sneakers, and sometimes no shoes at all. Brooke's hair is a midnight black color, straight, and goes down to just below her chin. Her eyes are a dark brown color, but when they hit the light, they seem to have an golden hue to them, and her skin contrasts all these features by taking on a light, almost pale tone. Brooke, being a werewolf, also has her werewolf form. When the full moon hits, she turns into a sinister looking monster with golden-red eyes, and black fur. She stands hunched over, like most of her kind do, and her build is fairly large, giving her much more muscle then one would imagine from a girl like Brooke. Personality: Easy to snap under pressure, Brooke prefers to be in quiet, peaceful settings, which is why she loved her home where Muggles lived before she was bitten by a werewolf and was forced to be in magical society. By contrast, Brooke loves to fight, and is quite skilled in defensive and offensive magic, making her an excellent mentor and teacher. When Brooke runs into a problem, she has a hard time asking anyone else for help, because she feels she's the only one who should have to deal with it. Although Brooke seems to be a naturally nice person, stupidity will make her snap. When it comes to battling (arguments or physical fights), she has an inner need to prove she can beat anyone, even if it means getting herself hurt in the process. When she does happen to get in a physical fight, her personality changes to that of a brutal, and extremely violent person with a lust for blood, which she gets from her werewolf instincts. Her sarcastic and sadistic attitude has gotten her in trouble with many teachers and the headmaster, though she managed to not get fired somehow. Extra Details: Brooke is a Werewolf, if you didn't get that from the description. Role play sample: "Well you better get used to it if your going to stay in this dump," a voice said next to Brooke. She turned her head just enough to glimpse the girl next to her, obviously underaged. "Aren't you a bit young to be drinking?" she asked, though it was more of a thought to herself then a question to the girl beside her. She sighed, and shook her head. She had started going into bars at a younger age than her, most likely. It was disgusting that people would let kids do that. "And I don't plan on staying here, and if you know what's good for you you'll make a run for the door in about five seconds," Brooke muttered. "Since you're about the only half decent person in here, there would be no point in you getting caught up in this--" But Brooke cut herself off as three men got up from their table with a loud scraping of chairs against the hardwood floor. Brooke's teeth gritted together, and she let out a psudo-growl, but a very convincing one for someone that appeared human. "Heh," one of the men said. "Fancy seeing you here girl." Brooke smirked, "You're right. It must have been fate that we met again tonight." The man took a moment to let the words sink in, but it had a totally different meaning to him then it did to Brooke. The man started to smile, as if he'd already won, but Brooke spoke up again: "Because I came here looking for a fight anyway!" With that Brooke leapt forward, socking the man clean in the face and pinning him to the floor. The man wasted no time in trying to fight back, but Brooke knew what she was doing, and avoided a punch to the head by leaping back onto the counter. The other two men looked surprised, but pulled out daggers moments later, letting the sharp objects shine in the dim lights. Now the people in the bar were screaming, some for the thrill of a fight, and others in terror. It would only be a little while before the police came to stop and arrest anyone involved. Brooke easily dispatched the two humans, taking their daggers, and spinning them around in her hands like two swords. She was alone with the werewolf now... But something was wrong. The werewolf man was smirking. "How about we settle this in a dogfight?" he offered, laughing as he partially transformed. Brooke barely had time to register what was happening before he leapt at her, digging his claws into her back. She screamed in agony, trying to shake him off but his hold was tight. Brooke knew she only had one option. She ran for the nearest window, shifting into her partial wolf form as she jumped through, shattering the glass to pieces. She took the opprotunity to run down the allyway, into the streets. She had to somehow get him off. She rushed down farther, passed the bar gaining as much speed as possible before coming to a sudden halt and flinging the other wolf off of her. She let out a loud snarl as he hit a building, crushing a wall. "Do you have a death wish?" she asked. People all around were screaming for their lives, but Brooke took no notice. This guy had crossed the line for her. She was about to do something more illegal then she had done in her entire life, and everyone around was going to see it. The man appeared out of the rubble, still in partial wolf form, looking dazed. He didn't have time to react to Brooke's assult, because he didn't even see it coming through the dust. Still, the death was rather painless; quick and to the point. After licking the blood off her jaws, Brooke stared at the people in the streets, all clearly terrified. Now she had another problem.... Did you read the rules? Definately |
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