Post by VIVIAN ♥ WHITMAN on Feb 24, 2013 20:08:33 GMT -6
JE SUIS FOLLE DE TOI♥
* *C'EST TOI QU'A COMMENCÉ
N A M E* *
Vivian Sue Whitman
N I C K N A M E S* *
Vivi, Viv, Vi, and, unfortunately for some, mutt
A G E* *
17
G E N D E R* *
Female
O R I E N T A T I O N* *
Homosexual
S P E C I E S* *
Werewolverine/Shifter Hybrid
P O W E R S & A B I L I T I E S* *
Being a child of two different creatures, Vivian has a sort of mix of both sides, though neither one overpowers the other. Like a shifter, she can change into any animal that she has seen, but for her, to really shift she must have actually personally seen the animal and know practically the precise body build of the creature. But, she does not have the full capabilities of a shifter as to transform into any animal can be painful for her. The amount of pain, though, is purely based on the size of the animal. The closer in size the creature is to her human form the less it hurts her. But, that is only the beginning of her differences. Having the blood of two different though similar beings actually has a sort of negative outlook on her abilities. Her animal forms are actually much weaker than even the normal, natural animal and more often than not Vivian's various forms look more sickly than anything else. There is one exception, though. As she shares blood with her mother werewolverine, her wolverine form, while not stronger than the natural beast, does at least have the normal, expected strength of the animal and does not carry that sickly appearance. Another sort of disadvantage is that her shifting is strongly connected to her emotions, and if her emotions reach a critical point, then she may fall victim to shifting involuntarily. But, she does hold a good grasp on Were abilities as well; or more disadvantages. She shares the same weakness to silver, though smaller doses can harm her more than it would a normal Were. And, as both kinds must, she also is forced through monthly changes into a wolverine. She is also assumed to have the ability to imprint on another, but that thought has yet to be truly proven.
* *FOU ET TELLEMENT ÉVIDENT
O C C U P A T I O N* *
Student
C L A S S Y E A R* *
4th Year
* *QUE VEUX-TU
L I K E S* *
- Reading
- Music
- Making others laugh
- Rain
- Being able to act like a child without being scolded
- Apples
- Spearmint flavored gum
- Video Games
D I S L I K E S* *
- Loud, obnoxious people
- Being left alone for long periods of time
- Having her ipod taken away
- Letting others down
- The cold
- Bees
- Big dogs
- Deep water
S T R E N G T H S* *
- Always there for her friends
- Quick thinking
- Running long distance
W E A K N E S S E S* *
- Her short, firey temper
- Inability to work under pressure
- Swimming
- Silver
- Weak Immune System
* *JE VEUX TE VOIR
M O T H E R* *
Sharron Whitman{Cordero}
F A T H E R* *
Walter Whitman
S I B L I N G S* *
N/A
S P O U S E* *
N/A
C H I L D R E N* *
N/A
O T H E R* *
She has an ex-girlfriend who she considers a bit crazy, but no one else beyond that.
H I S T O R Y* *
THE BEGINNING;: The story of how Vivian came to be can be considered to be unique by some. Years before the girl had even been a thought, her mother, Sharron Codero, had lived just as any other human. She was loved by her mother and father and she was given the life she had always wanted. Living in Washington on a relatively large family ranch, the Cordero family was well known in the state for their horse breeding and training. The family trained thoroughbreds in all areas of competition from racing to showing and they were famous for the number of grand foals they would produce. With such a need for space for the horses, they owned a good size of land that held both wide pastures and a piece of the woodlands that surrounded the area. They lived far from the bustling cities and major towns, which had been something Sharron had never minded.
Living with a number of animals all her life, she had always held a love and appreciation for them. Since she was a young child, she had always done what she could to care for them and give them the love and respect she felt they deserved. In her mind, she believed that if she truly cared enough, then she would be able to help any and every animal she came across. But, it had been that mentality that had forced her into the unfortunate mess she later found herself in at the young age of eleven. During one of her daily hikes through the woods that rested on the outskirts of her parent's property, Sharron came across an unusual sight. One did not commonly see wolverines out in the wild if at all. She knew them to stay closer near Canada and had never heard of one living in Washington. But, she thought little about that when she saw the state of the poor thing. The wolverine looked sick and under weight severely, which brought out that concerned, caring nature of hers. So thought, despite the many warnings the creature had given her, that if she showed the beast kindness then it would allow her to help it.
It was clear that her assumption had been horribly wrong when her parents managed to find her later that night in a horribly bloodied mess. They consider it to be a miracle that the thing hadn't killed her or that she hadn't died simply from blood loss. She had a number of gashes and claw marks along her form, but a wound that stood out the most was the horribly large bite that was punctured into her shoulder. After basic treatment, she was believed to be fine and would live her life with only a few scars to remind her of the incident, but that was anything but true. When her first shift had occurred that horrid night, it had sent both her and her parents into a frantic sense of panic. Neither of them understood what was going on and it frightened her parents beyond anything. While the two could not bring themselves to take their daughter to the Holy Cross, they could not stand to be around her either. So, they instead sent her to her distant, disconnected uncle in New Hampshire.
As the years passed and Sharron grew accustomed to the shifts, she fell into a sort of depression. Left alone with an uncaring uncle, she simply allowed herself to drown in her self pity and hatred of what she had become. But, that all changed when she met Walter. Their meeting had been completely accidental with every meaning of the word. Sharron had only been driving to the local super market to grab a few things for her and her uncle to when she all but ran over the young man. It had not been a hard enough impact to cause the poor man damage, but it did enough to shake them both up. After practically taking a moment to compose herself, Sharron was quick to help the man, and in that instant, the young Were imprinted on this mysterious man. In the beginning, the two were nothing more than odd friends who were often found in the company of one another. To her, Walter was the only thing in her life that brought her a sense of happiness.
After a few years of being practically attached at the hip, Sharron finally made the choice to reveal what she was to the man. The whole ordeal had been nerve racking for her as she was terrified at what his reaction could possibly be, and one can only begin to imagine her surprise when she discovered that he was, in many ways, similar to her. Sharron was unsure of the exact differences between Weres and shifters, having never paid much attention to such things, but the idea that she had found someone like her was more than she could hope for. After that, the two became closer than ever until they finally decided to make their union official, but their marriage was only just the beginning of it all...
THE CHILD;:[/i][/b] It had only been a year since the day they were joined together when their first and only child and daughter was born. Vivian was the pride and joy of the two beings and they cherished her beyond anything in the world. But, despite their joy, they held a number of concerns for her. As such a union between the two beings were so uncommon and a child between them even more so, neither of them knew what to expect from their daughter, and they feared what could happen. It was not so much of the power she could possibly possess as much as the complications that could arise from her mixed lineage. In the first few months, Vivian grew and developed just as any young child might, which brought her parents a great sense of comfort. But, they gradually came to realize that their worry was not finished. Despite the few months of health and growth, the eventually ended as she begun to grow ill. Infants were known to catch a bug every now and then, but Vivian seemed to be constantly having some type of cold or flu. It was only then that the two parents discovered how weak and unstable her immune system was.
As the years passed, Vivian was constantly becoming sick from the simplest of things, but she always got the worst end of it. Where a simply cold may only give someone a faint fever and a cough, it would infect Vivian with a harsh fever, nausea, and would last for at least a week. At that point, her parents began to fear for her again as they worried for the time when their daughter would be brought to her first shift. They did their best to prolong the event, though. While Vivian knew what both her and her parents were, they never took the time to teach her. One was simply because they were afraid of what the shift might do to her, but they were also unaware of what abilities she actually possessed. They did not have to wait for too long, though. At the age of ten, Vivian was brought to her first shift. It had been painful both for her and for her parents to watch. It was only after she had transformed into a wolverine similar to her mother did they feel comforted that she would be alright.
Her shifting abilities had been difficult to manage as they soon learned that shifting was much harder and painful for her. But, Vivian never gave up trying and was always happy when she succeeded. As she continued to grow, Vivian and her parents became accustomed to her unique abilities and when she came of age, they sent her to St. Gabriel in hopes that she would be able to find others like her. Or, at least that had been what the rumors had told them, and they could only hope it was true.[/size]
* *C'EST EN QUELQUE SORTE JUSTICE
RP Sample»Played with my character Monica from The Menagerie
When one is placed into such a place as cruel and harsh as the Menagerie, it is expected to become ill from time to time. Whether it's something as simple as a common cold or perhaps something a bit more serious like a strong strain of the flu. In this environment, it was impossible not to catch something from the way that they were given no form of sanitation and no true medications. But, that wasn't the only thing that could be found in this wasteland. The Menagerie were scattered with monsters created by the Keepers that only seemed to desire finding ways to torture the ones unfortunate enough to be placed there. And, it was because of one of those monsters, one of the Viruses that Monica laid shivering in the corner of one of the cars. It had been two weeks since both she and Denver had the unfortunate encounter with a virus and it was something the blonde would never forget.
The pain from the attack was burned into her mind as was the terrorizing fear that had sprouted. Her shoulder still held the deep punctures from where the beast's teeth had sliced through her flesh, tearing up her shoulder. But, because of the gracious work from her Ring's medics, the wound had begun to heal quite nicely, though they had explained simply that it would leave a scar despite their efforts. That wasn't something that had concerned them, though. No, the bite wound could be treated easily just like any other wound someone might receive. No, it was the possible disease that the timid shifter may have possibly contracted from the Virus. No one knew what the monster had carried and the all feared the worst. No one could afford to allow a possibly lethal disease sweep through the Ring, but they didn't just leave Monica to her own devices, either. No, instead they kept her isolated from the others, making sure that she had as little possible chance of spreading the disease that no doubt flooded her veins.
That had been why they were surprised when nothing seemed to occur to the small blonde within that first week. Her health had not changed. She was hungry as always, she did not feel ill or lethargic and gave no signs of illness. But, they continued to shield everyone else from her, and they had been right in doing so. The infection had not been able to take into effect in the first week, but as the days continued to tick by, it eventually grew clear that it was still there. It began with a simple sense of tiredness. Monica slept more and more with each passing day, always feeling as if she hadn't slept at all. Then the pain came. Her head seemed to constantly be enveloped in a never-ending headache that would plague her day and night, and the pain gradually spread until she felt nothing else put sore in every part of her body. As the pain grew worst, her health only continued to tumble downhill.
By the end of that week, a high fever had took hold of her and it brought with it a sense of constant nausea and the flesh of her arms began to burn a bright red as a painful rash began to grow. It was agonizing. Her body felt like it was lit on fire, the rashes on her arms burning with pain and irritation. Her muscles always screamed in pain at every movement she made and the fever that racked through her small form sent her shivering non-stop. Her skin was hot to the touch, but she felt as cold as ever. And, despite the short time, the infamous blisters of the disease were already beginning to develop in small groups on her arms, though they were few in numbers. None of that matter at that point, though. No, at that moment, Monica wanted nothing more than for it to end.
Curled up in a tight ball, her chest heaving as she sucked in the air around her, small beads of sweat gathered on her brow. Her cheeks were drained of its color and her pale green eyes were clouded with pain. A weak whimper slipped pass her lips as she felt her stomach clench, bringing that all too familiar sickening feeling with it. But, her stomach remained empty, allowing nothing for her to cough up. Instead her stomach simply continued to clench painfully until she was heaving with pain. Oh, why. Why couldn't this just end...?
* *JE TE CONNAIS PAR COEUR
A L I A S* *
Vivian, not hard to forget who she belongs to now xD
T I M E Z O N E* *
Pacific (GMT - 8)
C O N T A C T* *
Through PM
O T H E R C H A R A C T E R S* *
None at the moment
T O P S E C R E T C O D E* *
