Post by WHISKEY on Aug 4, 2011 1:44:19 GMT -5
CHEYENNE DIANNA MCLEESTER
Play by: Malin Akerman
Race/Species: Therianthrope
D.O.B.: September 09, 1984
Age: 27
Features: Cheyenne has medium length blond hair with a slight curl to it. Her eyes are a clear blue. Her features are soft, delicate and petite.
Sexual Preference [Optional]: Mostly straight. In the right circumstances she might entertain the idea of bringing a woman into her bed.
Ethnicity: Caucasion
Marks/Tattoos/Visible Scars: On her upper back she has a lotus blossom flower tattoo which surrounds the Tibetan Sanskrit for “To Play”
Flaws/Weaknesses: Chey can be irrational, flakey and spontaneous. She’s likely to make plans, forget about them because some other random event came up, and then give you an attitude if you confront her with any kind of attitude. She also has a tendency to be crude.
Skills/Strengths: Chey is a loyal friend. She might get you into trouble, but she’ll never let you take the blame (not all of it, anyway). She’s a fast runner and has excellent sight. She’s also very agile and can climb well
Likes:
- Revealing clothing
- Running
- Chocolates
- Pizza
- Mens asses in tight jeans
- Climbing
- Sex
Dislikes:
- Jealous whores
- Getting wet (outside of showers)
- Liars
- Coleslaw
- Clowns
- Mediocrity
- Monogamous men
Other Information: Anything else you'd like to add please do so here.
Cheyenne’s animal transformation is to a lion. She’s not interested in monogamy.
History:
Sarai McLeester was a young beauty with long black hair and dazzling blue eyes. She had a wild panther’s spirit and heart, and was a favorite among local men and even some foreign ones. She had a way of calling attention to herself wherever she went, her presence was always noted in a room, but no one could claim her heart. She was as wild as the animal she morphed into on the full moon.
Life as Sarai knew it ended at 23. It all start when she woke up one morning and found her head in the toilet. At first she thought it was the flu but it soon became clear these symptoms had nothing to do with a bug and everything to do with the parasite growing in her body. Abortion wa out of the question. There was no greater sin than destroying a guardian, and she had no idea if the child within were, in fact, a guardian. If it were female then it would be. Therian women always birthed Therian girls, but if it were a boy then it was a 50/50 chance. There was no way of knowing if the baby’s father had been a Therian or not. In fact, she wasn’t even sure who the father was. It didn’t matter, it would be too late to abort by the time she found out, and she couldn’t give the child away if it were, in fact, a guardian. Poor thing wouldn’t have a clue how to handle itself on the night of its mutare.
Cheyenne Isadora McLeester was wild from the moment she was born. There was something feral about the girl from the beginning. She was far too curious, far too mischievous, far too rambunctious for a normal toddler. Sarai had her hands full with the baby, and often left her with family when she went out at night. She was glad to know that she was still able to call attention in a crowded room with no problem.
When Cheyenne was two, Sarai found herself sick once more. She hardly cared for the child she had, and now she was expecting another? Could she truly handle another? Whether she could or not was a moot point, for Claire was a part of the McLeester clan in nine short months.
As Cheyenne grew she realized two things. One: her mother was a selfish slut, and two: you could trust no one but yourself. She hated that she was so much like her mother; naturally beautiful, able to call attention to herself in a crowd, and confident beyond belief. Soon she learned to care for only herself and her sister. Deep down she loved her mother, but the two fought constantly, and home life was unbearable at times.
Puberty came early for Cheyenne, but mutare did not. Every month she waited for the full moon to come, and every month for three years she was disappointed. It only infuriated her that she didn’t know what her spirit animal was, though she had ideas. She was like her mother, which made her think she might be a cat, and the sandy color of her hair told her it would likely be a yellowish cat. In secret she whined to her sister, who was understanding, but never in front of her mother who seemed to be waiting for the night to come when her first born would be a true Guardian.
It was the first full moon after Cheyenne’s fifteenth birthday. She’d been sitting in the apartment watching television when a strange feeling came over her. She felt almost ill, like her stomach was cramping. Then her arms grew tingly and tight. Next her jaw, followed by her legs, fingers, toes…. She looked at her hands where paws were growing, a pain shooting from her spine told her a tail had formed. Before she knew it, she was a lion. A LION!! The wild cat leapt from the couch and awkwardly ran to the bedroom, letting out a weak growl of excitement as she skid in front of the full length mirror to admire herself. Chest puffed out, she looked at the lion staring back at her. Pride swept through her as a large black cat appeared in the doorway. Cheyenne was no stranger to her mothers appearance in cat form. The cat, surprisingly, moved forward and nuzzled her cub. Most Therians spent their first shift locked away, but Sarai never played by the rules. They were on the second story of the apartment complex, and Sarai took to the window. She growled to her oldest daughter before leaping from the window and waiting low for her daughter to do the same. It took Cheyenne a few moments of pacing in fear before finally making the leap, landing a little unsteadily to the ground below. Then, the pair took off towards the outskirts of the city.
Cheyenne could run more than twice as fast in lion form, and her endurance was much greater. Within a half hour they were running into the woods. Sarai spent the night teaching her daughter what it was like to be a wild animal, showing her tricks she had learned, allowing her the freedom she had never been allowed during her own mature.
When Clair went through her own transformation, the three went out together, and for a rare moment bonded as a family, but it was only these special times that all three seemed to get along without a hitch. Someone was always angry with someone else, and when Cheyenne was 18 she moved from her mother’s home, taking up a dorm room at Greenwolfe University, where she studied for four years, earning herself a degree.
When she graduated she found a nice, but cheap apartment in the city, living paycheck to paycheck. Now that she was considered an adult and had a better grasp on shifting, she began her watch at the tree though it was more common for the older Therians to watch nightly, considering how wild the younger ones were. But despite being young, and despite her overly wild nature, she was strong at heart. Cheyenne was a lion, king of the jungle, and eager to prove it.
RP Sample:
The girl rolled her eyes as her little sister grumbled and groaned about hitting herself. Poor little klutz! She tried to hide her grin of amusement, pretending she hadn't seen or heard. Claire was fine. She topped babying her when she was a baby! "You know, there's no rule stating you can't come and flirt with the boys. You're cute enough to, even with the pasty skin." She smirked this time and stuck her tongue out a little.
She actually laughed as her sister played with her, lugging the heavy cooler along. That thing WAS heavy. Maybe they could get a cute boy to help them carry it to their final resting spot. "Depends on who asks me to go in the water." She said lightly. "And who's in the water. If some hot guys are playing around in the surf, I just might feel like getting my toes wet." She knew she was acting a little slutty, but really she had every intention to hang around her sister. It was fun to mess with her, and she was doing her best to try to get Claire to break out of her shell a little bit. It was high time the little nerd did something with herself!
"Like you really need to ask which way to go." Maybe she would join that wet t-shirt contest. Maybe...she should get Claire to join. "You know, maybe it wouldn't be such a bad idea foryouto enter that wet t-shirt contest." Her voice was serious, and it was clear she meant what she was saying as if this were some huge opportunity that Claire would be an idiot to pass up. "Seriously, you stand a shot. Even though your boobs could be a little bigger.." She noted and then looked down at her own chest. "I didn't even bring a shirt." Chey let out a soft sigh as if this were somehow disappointing to her, but she didn't really care all that much. In fact she was much more interested in those topless men of service. Nothing better than those army boys showing off what they worked hard to get!
"And don't think I didn't catch you ignoring my question about your virginity." She pointed out as she dropped her half of the cooler in the spot she decided was good enough, wanting to halt Claire. Cheyenne slipped her hands on her hip and gave her sister a stern look. "Alright, here's what's happening today. YOU are going to get your ass tan. Don't worry, I'll slather on sunscreen so that you don't end up looking like a lobster. I don't need you peeling. Gross." She rolled her eyes and reached for Claire's bag so she could pull out the towels. "Next, we are going to find some hot guy to crawl all over you, because frankly? You need it. Not only do you need it, but you deserve it. You never talk about guys!" She unfolded the towel and draped it on the ground before a thought suddenly struck. "O. M. G., are you a lesbian!?"
