Post by Shasta Blake on Mar 8, 2011 19:38:24 GMT -8
Shasta Wynter Blake
[/center]( The Basics )
( Full Name)[/color] Shasta Wynter Blake
( Nickname )[/color] Kitten
( Age )[/color] 15
( Birthdate )[/color] September First
( Sex )[/color] Female
( Hometown )[/color] Tucson, Arizona
( Class )[/color] Freshman
( Sexuality )[/color] Bisexual
( Played By )[/color] Michelle Jansen
( Their Power)
( Ability )[/color] Flight - She can manifest wings on her back to fly with, though she doesn't fly very fast. The wings are designed like an owl's and colored pitch black.
Cat Senses - Can see like a cat, such as requiring minimal amounts of light to see in the dark. She also has the same senses of taste, sound, and touch as a cat.
Shape-shifting - She can shift into any feline animal, with any coloring that occurs naturaly with their specific breed. (I.E. A Leopard can be black, white, and yellow, but not green or blue)
( Type of Power )[/color] Physical
( Weakness )[/color] Requires large amounts of food after extended flights
Sharp sounds, Bright lights, and other such things will disorient her.
Shape-shifting can give her a head ache if she does it in too fast. (I.E. Changing from a human to a leopard then to a tiger one after the other with no rests in between.)
( Good vs. Evil )[/color] She's nuetral at this point.
( Personality )
Shasta is a friendly person, if a bit random. She doesn't like to sit still and will often pace around, just to amuse herself. She is easily amused as well. She isn't really good at reading peoples emotions and may come off as callous and cold. Extremely stubborn, she refuses to give up on things she sets her mind to. She likes to get along with people but she can hold a grudge with someone who's been less than friendly to her. She's overprotective of her friends and if someone hurts one of her friends she'll go balistic on them. She's blunt to a fualt and lies only when she doesn't want to admit to something embarresing, and is a bit of a Klutz.
( Little Details )
( Strengths)[/color] She's good at cooking, but really dislikes cleaning. She doesn't make messes often to avoid cleaning things up. She's also really good at video games, and loves to read. She's good at being nice to people who have been nice to her, and doesn't hold a person's actions against an another person, even if they're related.
( Weaknesses )[/b][/color] She has an addiction to olives and pizza, and rarely goes a single day without having eaten one of those two. She is has such a hard time with math that if she had to solve a mathematical problem to save her life it's a 99.9% chance that she'd die, no matter how hard she tried. When it comes to school she has a lot of motivatonal problems.
( Dark Secrets)[/color] She's secretly into master/servant kind of relationships
( Reputation )[/color] Funloving Atheist and a loyal friend. Too hyper for her own good and a bit anoying at times.
( Family)
( Mother )[/color] Sonya Blake, 37 years old. She works as a reporter for a small newspaper. Shasta and her mother have never really gotten along, since her mother wants her to be a debutant. Since she was little Sonya has pressured her daughter, while Shasta has only wanted to be a novelist. Eventually her mother divorced her father to live in New York. Shasta hasn't spoken to her since.
( Father )[/b][/color] Vincent Blake, 39 years old. Vincent runs a small bookstore in Tucson, which fueled her love of books since she was little. She adores her father, and her father is rather over protective of his only child.
( Siblings )[/b][/color] None
( Any Other)[/b][/color] None
( Belongings )
( Car )[/color] None. She's too young to drive.
( Phone )[/b][/color] Doesn't have one yet.
( Music )[/b][/color] Phillips MP3
( Anything Else)[/b][/color] A small collection of stuffed animals, Xbox 360, DS, All the Final Fantasy games, Devil May Cry Games, and DS/Gameboy Advanced Pokemon Games.
(Sample)
I hummed softly as I stirred the cake mix. It was almost ready and I'd already greased the pan, the oven pre-heating as I prepared the batter. Lately I'd been craving cake and chocolate like nobody's business, so what better way to get both then by making a cake from scratch? I could make some frosting after I put the cake in the oven and my mood escalated as I thought about how the cake would taste when it was finished. I didn't notice that I was starting to stir faster as my mind wandered and only the scraping of the ceramic bowl against the table edge let me know that I'd pushed it over the edge. A squeak escaped me as I dove for the bowl, banging my pinky finger into the polished oak of the table in my efforts to save the batter. I caught the bowl with both hands and yelped as my right pinky flared with pain. Wincing I lifted it back on to the table and examined my injured finger, groaning as I assessed the damage. It was broken. I'd broken my finger, while baking a cake. "Who does that?" I murmer to myself then sigh. I looked back to the batter and shrugged. "Waste not, want not." I said as I went back to stirring, albiet more gently and favoring my finger. I'd finish the cake then have it looked at by a medical professional.
