Lara ReVamped

Name: Chelsea Rimmon Mikayles
Race: Pure Demon
Age: one hundred years old, but appears like she’s only six years old
Alignment: neutral
Gender: female
Hair Colour and Style: Medium-length abnormally red hair, always worn down, naturally wavy
Eye Colour: obsidian black. Never changes colour.
Ht. & Wt.: 4’2”, about 80lbs
Identifying Marks: Just her eyes and hair really seem to stand out.
Appearance: She’s very skinny, and wears clothing that would make one think she's one who knows how to take care of herself, mainly because her clothing is never torn. By the time it gets torn, she finds a way to get coinage to buy new clothing. She always wears a pair of heavy boots that look too big for her, but they never fall off if she runs. She usually catches the eye of others from her abnormally red hair, and if she makes eye contact, they seem to freeze in place, as if not wanting to believe how black her eyes are.

This is her human form


and this is her demon form


Pets: A furfur, which is literally just a ball of fluff with two beady eyes on it. There’s no telling where its body is, if it even has one. If Rimmon were to try to lose it, it would just find its way back to her. Even if you threw it under a train.
Special Abilities: She can shapeshift into a demon beast that's a mix between a wolf and a fox. Also, she's able to use the shadows to keep herself hidden if she ever felt the need to, but she's not a master at it, so she can't exactly use the shadows during the day to disappear. She can see perfectly in any sort of darkness, but is easily frightened when it comes to being trapped in any corner or place.
Weapons: She owns one dagger that she received from her mother about a decade ago.

Personality:
Phobia
• Being trapped, restrained to something. "Enclosed Spaces”
Dislikes
• Loud noises
• People beating her up for no good reason
• Any source of light (especially the sun)
• Authorities of any sort, or anybody that thinks they’re “all that”
Likes
• Watching ripples and waves in large bodies of water
• Clear Night Skies so she can look at the stars
• Cuddling with her furfur
General Behaviour
She tends to be very talkative, and can easily get annoying. She does not have the skills to take care of herself, so she usually ends up getting trapped or tricked into doing something for the stronger creatures that manage to somehow find her.
Aspirations:
• Rimmon wishes to eventually grow strong enough to avenge her family
Flaws
Compulsive Honesty - She cannot tell a lie, nor can she behave in a deceitful fashion. She tends to be blunt rather than tactful, even if it means insulting someone who she is trying to impress.
Dark Secret - She has some sort of secret that, if revealed, would make her an outcast amongst her society and companions. While this secret is on her mind at all times, it will come up in role-plays only once in a while...but when it does, watch out!
No Retreat - She learned early in her life to never run from a fight; no matter the odds. Driven by an unremitting sense of honour, she will always fight as long as someone threatens her, but she will only fight out of self defence.
Misfortunate - Her luck isn't terrible; she wouldn't have survived as long as she has if it were. It just isn't very good, because she keeps running into bad people. Friends come very rarely.

Background:
For starters, she was born into a world of cursing and torturing humankind and other races. In such short time she had with her family, she learned that black magic was her only friend. Vampires were to be avoided, and if any of them ever tried to harm her, she was to fight back with all her might. She learned she could never back down from a fight, no matter the odds. If she was meant to win and live on, then she would, whether somebody needed to step in and help her or not.

It was only a couple of weeks before she turned up at a children's shelter, that her family had actually been killed off by three vampire nobles. She had heard something about her mother picking a fight with the wrong person, so she had guessed that it was just a misunderstanding. Chelsea tries not to think of it much, but their faces are stained in her mind. She was the youngest one in the family, so the vampires had not harmed her. Instead, they made her watch her family get slaughtered. Even with the talent of her strong father, her parents couldn't protect all of them. Their protection ended up remaining on Chelsea, their only daughter. Once all six of them were dead (and the vampires made sure of that, by decapitating all of them), Little Chells was left there alone. She sat freely, in the middle of the living room, staring at the bodies until the authorities arrived.

They cleaned up the mess that the vampires left, but that was it. They didn't stay to help the child find a new place to stay. They didn't even check to see if she was okay. After a couple of weeks of staying in that house and eating what food was left, she had no choice but to move on. She packed a single bag of just a few things; coins, her dagger, a blanket, and a hair brush. Then the next day, she began her journey to discover a new life.

That's when she ended up here, at Uimates. She still hasn't found a place to settle down, so she roams the forests and most other locations, trying to find what her next purpose will be. She will never forget the night that she lost her family, but those memories are behind her now... for the most part.

Name:Cleo Samsson
Race:Werewolf shifter
Age:two decades
Alignment:good
Gender:female
Hair Colour and Style:White, short hair. She doesn’t take care of it, other than keeping it clean, so it usually appears to be slightly spiked.
Eye Colour:green
Ht. & Wt.: about 5’6” and 130lbs
Identifying Marks: scars randomly on her body from frostbite
General Appearance: Her skin is fair, her body looks like the athletic type, and she wears clothing that makes her look like the runt that she is. Being the runt of her pack, she does not play well with others and is always easily frightened. If they do so much as look at her the wrong way, she will start a fight and will do everything in her power to win. However, she has lost every fight in her life... so far...

human form


werewolf form


Pets: none
Special Abilities: She can shapeshift into an albino wolf cub, and also has an alternate werewolf form that appears more to be like a weak anthro.
Weapons: none
Personality:
†Likes†
• Being alone
• Silence
• standing up for herself
• cuddling with wolf cubs
†Dislikes†
• any loud noise
• authorities of any sort (including those who desire power)
• being trapped
• heights
Flaws:
Misled - She does not think that she’s a villain. She honestly believes that she is doing the right thing. Sometimes, though, she has her doubts.
Intolerance - She has an irrational dislike for others thinking little of her. She will do anything to make them think she is worth being in this world, or worth having around.
†Aspirations† to become part of a pack that will respect her and not see her as the runt

Background:
Born a wolf shifter and raised by a pack of wolves, she stayed in her wolf form the majority of the time. Cleo only shapeshifted into her human form if she ever felt like walking around the nearby village by herself. Even though a pack of wolves are supposed to be close and protect each other, Cleo was beaten up and used for bait at times. She was the runt of the pack, and treated as such.

She had grown up here far from here, getting to know her own forest really well. Her wolf pack made their den in the deep woods there, but she avoided going home so often that she had learned the rest of the forest better. Some days, the wolves would make her stay in the den and they would scare and torture her the whole day, taking their anger out on her. If anything went wrong, it was her fault; even if it was the middle of winter and the local herbivores migrated to somewhere warmer. She was the one blamed for the cold weather and death to the trees.

Over the years, she had grown up fighting her own family to try and make them stop punishing her for things that weren’t her fault. However, she never won the battles. As soon as she was old enough to take care of herself, she ran away from the Norwood Forest, planning to never return.