Post by Cecile Whitman on Dec 6, 2010 8:32:09 GMT -5
CECILE REGAN WHITMAN
[/center]nicknames: Sheshie, Lily.
age: 24
gender: female
sexuality: straight
occupation: waitress
Species: Werewolf
Group: Louve
Residence: A small building on the edge of her father’s property, in Doodletown.
played by: Alexz Johnson
appearance:
Cecile isn’t tall, isn’t voluptuous, and she isn’t a long haired beauty. Her blonde hair is natural because she couldn’t stand the idea of chemicals invading her body and changing her. It’s cut short, just brushing under her ears and the back of her neck when she laughs. Her dark eyebrows frame grey eyes, dotting with fluffy and long eyelashes. She finds her forehead too large, and her nose too awkward. Her lips, however, she likes with their prinny-pink color, and cupid’s boy shape.
Her chest is, well, lacking. At least that’s what she’s been told by some of the male gender. She finds it easier for running, jumping, and carrying things. Breasts, in her opinion, seem to just get in the way. Daniel has made it known that he quite enjoys the size, though her breasts have filled out a bit since the start of her pregnancy. Her arms and legs are far too long for her body; she often wraps her arms across her chest and in attempt to hide their awkward length. Her hips have been called wide enough for babies, and she hasn’t quite decided if that’s a compliment yet. Some say she looks like her mother, but for the entire world Cecile can’t see it. Her stomach has just the slightest roundness to it, due to the very beginning of her pregnancy.
As for clothing, she becomes picky. She often feels restrained by long-sleeve shirts and tight clothing. Shoes bother her, and she’s much happier in just a pair of flip flops. Most of her wardrobe is made of baggy t-shirts and tank-tops she can layer. Jeans are good for getting dirty and rough in, but she tends to just run around in cargo shorts.
Her wolf form makes her smile each time she catches a picture of it, for many fill her father's desk drawer and pockets. She's an all white wolf, though she's often dirty when she shifts. Her ears are always pricked up, and her coat would be fluffy if it were not matted in mud. Her gray eyes remain.
likes:
• steak
• lamb
• nature
• Daniel Montgomery
• The little alien in her belly.
• crunchy leaves
• soft grass
• the color green
• hugging
• smmer showers
• swimming
• fishing
• fire flies
• running
• cuddling
• sunny days
• fresh fruit
• juice
• frolicking
• napping
• her father
• her pack
• loyalty
• moon light
• memories
• friends
• night time swims
• comforts
• day dreaming
• home cooked food
• stuffing
dislikes:
• pressure
• anger
• violence
• expectations
• romance
• canned food
• smog
• trucks
• spandex
• pricks
• brats
• traitors
• dolls
• loneliness
• smart asses
• coffee
• alcohol
• dog-fights
• animal abuse
• vampires
• hunters
• guilt
goals:
For her Father to forgive her. For her pack to forgive her. To raise her baby with Daniel and to be with him for the rest of her life.
fears:
That the packs will never find peace and that her child will suffer the consequences of their parents’ choice. She fears being forced from her pack. She fears vampires. And, she fears hunters.
personality:
Explorative; Cecile’s father often mocks her cat-like curiosity and natural instinct for finding trouble. She, ever since she slid out of the womb, has been unable to sit still and keep her nose out of anything. Her fingers must touch everything to get their texture, and she revels in the smells of food, nature, and life itself. There’s not a day where she doesn’t wander into the woods, or anywhere for that matter, following her feet. It’s very lucky for her that she also possesses a natural sense of direction, she does not end up too terribly lost. She has a limitless need to run through the woods and understand her surroundings, which only is matched by her need to poke her nose into other people’s business (always good naturedly) and know every little smidgeon of detail.
Outgoing; Shy is not a word to be even used in the same sentence as Cecile. She lost the privilege of going shopping as a child because she was engage complete strangers in conversations- most of whom were amused and caught in the rapture of the small child’s personality. She’s also not terribly shy about speaking her mind when asked her opinion (or even, really, when it’s not asked); her words are often blunt and with little decadence or eloquence- and she’s been known to misuse words when she does go for more flamboyant language.
Open-Hearted; Cecile was, like most other Pack Children, raised by many a person. She’s always found it easy to be tender and loving- sincerely!- to those around her. She tends to treat any elderly man or woman as her own grandparent, and any adult as an adored parent. She treats any peer as a close comrade, and really doesn’t understand that others don’t always see the exuberant girl as a sister-like comrade. She hates to disappoint people, and very much hates to say no to anyone. She’ll feed others before herself- until she simply goes broke. She’s naturally very touchy-feely, often administering hugs and cuddles to those around her. She longs to feel as if she’s in a group, and prefers a tightly-packed couch to a seat all by herself. She adores her father more than life itself and is quiet prompt to do anything for him, or simply to curl up in his lap as she relives the day’s events. She’s also quite affectionate, when she can be around him, with her Daniel. She’s most comfortable pressed up against him, curled up with him, and somehow touching him.
Natural; Perhaps it’s correlated to her very wolf-nature, but she’s very adamant about nature. The forest and mountains that surround her home of Doodletown provide the ultimate comfort. She can’t stand food from cans or fast-food joints, nor can she stand sitting inside all day. Tight clothing and strange fabrics make her feel confined and unnatural. One can’t make the change in clothing, so she’s become very comfortable with the body nature has given her; nudity is the natural state. She adores animals, though still respects the food chain between she and her prey during the Moon. She personally ran her school’s Anti-Dog fighting club, until she was pulled from classes to be homeschooled.
relatives:
The Alien in her belly.
Daniel, her Mate.
Kallin Whitman, her father.
Her entire pack is considered, in her eyes, her family.
history:
Alleyne Whitman gave birth to a blonde-tufted little child on April 24th twenty-four years ago. The small girl slipped forth with longs like violent sirens, and the midwife who often came to help with Werewolf births (they could be tricky things) couldn’t help but chuckle at the girl’s constant screaming- which ended abruptly when placed into the arms of her mother. And so Cecile Whitman settled in for her first nap, which would later become one of her favorite past times. Unfortunately, werewolf births are very tricky matters. Alleyne passed away not three days after her daughter’s birth. She left her husband and Pack Alpha all alone to raise the blonde girl. Fortunately, Cecile insists, he did a just dandy job of it.
Cecile never wanted for anything, especially not a mother. She adored her father more than life, following him about when she could. And when she wasn’t permitted to do so, there were plenty in the Pack who took her into their arms and hearts. There wasn’t much about the girl that could be resented; sure, her curiosity and constant energy could be nerve-wearing, but it was always amusing and endearing at the same time. She grew up very much a tom boy; dirty and scabbed knees almost defined her, along with the small bugs and animals she’d carry around to show to her friends. There’s a number of picture albums around their home chock full of pictures of Cecile running about in nothing but mud, or proudly displaying a fish with her finger through its mouth as she carried it home for dinner.
Her change came painfully early; her first moon was so dizzying and mentally challenging she resented her gift for the next month. She wouldn’t talk to her father, and she certainly wouldn’t talk to her friends who envied her early timing; she was the youngest by at least six months. Her father grew worried that she turn, reject, and betray her culture- it wouldn’t be the first time one of the children would do so. She was pulled from school the week of her second change.
Thankfully, the pre-teen’s second time was far more settling and awe-inspiring. Her body, now used to the rapid movement and bone formation /deformation, reveled in the freedoms the Moon brought. She almost had trouble staying with the Pack. Her years passed uneventfully from that point; she was schooled by her father, hunted with her Pack, and still trudged down to the dirty, shallow stream with her male peers. When she was sixteen, she was suddenly set out of ease from this life. The boys had finally begun to notice the difference between her and them, especially during the Moon.
Cecile had rejected the flirtations with amusement, brushing them of like common jokes. However, one of the boys finally attempted to put her in a woman’s place in a rather cruel manner; he implied, quite viciously, she was the reason for the Pack’s Alpha Female’s death- and had ended any possibility of a male heir to take over. Her choice in mate may decide the whole Pack’s fate. She still remembers his callous and crude words, that had made her swallow and retreat to her father’s home for the evening.
She resolved around that time, to not fall in love. Silly things, stupid things happened to those who fell in love. The silly, weak-willed emotion might be the downfall of her entire family and Pack, therefore she could not allow it. She spent the rest of her teenage years with a limit of dull flirtation, tom boy games, and spending an increasing amount of time with her father.
She could hardly leave the town when the time came for college. Duty, duty, duty. She took a job at a small restaurant in town, and has fallen into an easy pattern from that point on. She still lives with her Father, and still pals around with boys her age. However, she did break away from her pack in a life changing, terrible, wonderful sort of way. She came across the other local pack’s Beta- Daniel Montgomery- when swimming in a river. It wasn’t long until, secretly, the two were inseparable. They consummate their relationship one hormone filled night, shortly before the full moon. Both were afraid of how to continue living with their relationship forced into secrecy. They made it work, sneaking away in the night to be with one another. It became easier when Cecile moved into a building on her father’s property- her own little home.
Around two months ago, the doctor estimates, she fell pregnant with her Daniel’s baby. Her father found out and was beyond furious. Both packs quickly swore vengeance for the behavior of the two. Cecile still manages to sneak away with Daniel, but there are many nights she still cries for lying to her father and because she misses the father of her child.
your name: Maria
your age: Eighteen
experience: Eight
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