TIMBER, wolf

[sky]

[shadow=red,left,300][glow=red,2,300]This is what I Brought You,
This You Can Keep[/glow][/shadow]

Name: Alanna Timber
Nickname: Wolf or Timber
Age: 18
Gender: female
Hair Color: red
Eye Color: hazel
Species: dhampir
Occupation: novice

[shadow=red,left,300][glow=red,2,300]This is what I Brought,
You May Forget Me.[/glow][/shadow]

Nationality:: Texas
Family: Milina Timber, mother, gaurdian. Alec Voda, father, royal. Jason Timber, brother, gaurdian.
History: It is difficult to say, exactly, what the goings on are in the past of another, and very few want their secrets spilled out to be read like an open book. It is for this reason, that it is best to allow the subject of the past be the one to tell the past. Many may disagree with this choice, but it is a choice that has already been made and must be carried out. The subject of this story is a girl, now all of eighteen years, named Alanna Timber. Now then, allow her to speak, to wind a tale of her own personal tragedies and triumphs.

"Since I don't know how I was conceved (and frankly, I'd rather not know), I should probably start at my birth. I have no idea what my mother was thinking when she laid in Alec's bed -- Lord Voda's bed; I figure she was drunk or maybe high off her ass. Anyway, I was born nine-ish months later in the-middle-of-nowhere Texas. Since that was where I learned to talk, I have never lost my Southern accent. However, at rip old age of four, I was shipped of to school. As you've probably already figured out, I was sent to St. Vladimir's. I'm only a year and a half younger than the infamous Rose Hathaway and our beloved Queen Vasilisa Dragomir, so yes, I know them.

"Big whoop. Anyway. I've always been in trouble. I don't know why, I just have. I've never done anything particularly drastic, but if the headmaster's car winds up in the gym, I'm probably the one to blame. I've never been an 'evil' kid, I just like to pull alot of pranks...that happen to be felonies. Thank whichever god or gods are real that I listen to the moroi laws instead of human ones. Otherwise, I'd probably be sitting in a human jail. Well, my record started in Kindergarten. Yes, Kindergarten. I had a teacher piss me off...so I managed to get her purse and laptop on the roof...as well as her son who is two years older than myself.

"Hey, the kid had it coming. You shouldn't call someone a bloodwhore simply because they have a child with a moroi man. Anyway, I was in a bit of trouble for that. It might not have been that bad, but I kinda owned up to it immediately. I figure I could have gotten off scot free with a little help from a certain Lord Voda, but I didn't particularly like my dad then, and felt that it was a crutch the stupid royals used. My mother figured that would be the last of my shinanigans. Haha, nope. I like to have fun and breaking rules if fun. I don't bend them, either, by the way. I shatter them into little tiny pieces then put the pieces back together like a puzzle so that it looks like F you.

"Yeah, I spend most of my time in some form of punishment. I think I've heard the "If you mess up again, you're done!" line more times than I can count. Basically, if I'm not in the head's office, I'm in the medic's. Yeah, I've broken a few more bones than most. Ok, I've broken several bones. I should have a frequent visits card to the hospital. "Ahh, Ms. Timber, good to see you again, step into your usual room. Thank you. We have all of her information on file, Lord Voda, Gaurdian Timber; no paperwork to fill out this time." Yeah, that's pretty much been my whole life."
Grade: senior
Martial Status: single

[shadow=red,left,300][glow=red,2,300]I Promise to Depart,
Just Promise One Thing…[/glow][/shadow]

Personality: For all of Wolf's bravado, deep down, she's a very caring person. She feels like she has to protect not only the moroi that she will be assigned to and all those around her, but also everyone around her: humans, dhampirs, moroi. She has an obligation, or at least, she thinks she does. Even if she's just protecting someone else from himself. Of course, no one really ever thinks that maybe Wolf needs a bit of protection. Even if she did, she'd never let anyone know. Wolf is the type to hide her emotions. Sometimes completely. She may look like she's easy-go-lucky and a flirt, but deep down, she's very serious...about everything.

Yes, Wolf is always in trouble. Yes, she does crap on purpose. And yes, she will immediately go "yeah...that was me." But. She makes almost perfect grades. Wolf's not really a prodigee, or at least, she doesn't think she is, but she sure as hell tries. No, she doesn't have any molnija marks, but that doesn't mean she wont eventually. She's seen a strigoi. She understands. The girl is by no means stupid, but playing that way keeps everyone guessing. She manipulates people, but not in a bad way. The girl is just a smooth talker. It keeps potentially drastic situations calm...or close to calm.
Likes: fighting, trouble, attention, steak, chocolate, dr. pepper, moonlight
Dislikes: strigoi, royal assholes, her father
Fears: not being good enough, being locked in a cage
Hopes: a decent moroi to gaurd, moroi to be allowed to fight with their magic and not be prosecuted
Power: n/a
Roleplay Example: DJ paced around the bar. He had cleaned it and recleaned it and then mopped the floor and scrubbed the lightbulbs for good measure. Yeah, he had been working non-stop in Celcius for the last 6 hours, completely skipping sleep. He had gotten off the computer at just after 2 AM that morning, talking to Amaya. She had this way of like...making his whole world flip upside down. How was he supposed to think when her innocence made him second guess everything he said or did? How the hell could he function like that?

He had an answer: there was no fucking way. Amaya Suzuki was the bane of his existence. There was a reason he avoided the good girls like the plague. They were like his sister: sweet, innocent, sheltered. It drove him insane. This one especially. That was why he was at the bar long after closing. That was why he wasn't asleep like any normal man would be. No, of course not. He was up trying to figure out how the hell he was going to deal with this beautiful little asian girl that seemed to have him tripping. Kaiden even said something about it. The team was going to have a field day if he didn't do something about this. Yeah, Shane had a girl, but that was different. Stefany had dated Amaya, but he was a fag; hence, the name "Stefany".

He stopped and turned toward a picture above the bar. It was supposed to 'set the mood'. He didn't know how the hell it did that, but aparently it did. It was made by someone who could make illusions and a telepath. The makers had made the painting show what you wanted most. He expected to find what he always found: a nude girl, her face hidden, laying on his bed with her legs spread open, begging him to come to her. This time, it was different. He saw Amaya's smiling face against his chest. Immediately, he shut his eyes. "NO! There's no way."

DJ glanced at the clock. Was it really morning? Yep. A look of decision crossed his features and he grabbed his leather jacket off the back of a barstool, taking off out the door. He knew she was in one of the dorms on campus, and as a student, there was no reason for him not to be allowed on school grounds. Then again, even if someone told him "no", he could always get what he wanted...just make them look him in the eyes, and they were at his mercy. Not 15 minutes later, he was sitting in his fully loaded 2010 black GMC Sierra 2500 staring up at the girl's dorms. Of course, she could've been in the co-ed dorms, but for some reason, he really doubted that.

Getting out of his beloved pick-up, he took a deep breath. What the fuck was he doing here? Simple, seeing Amaya. He promised he'd see her today. Ok...how was he going to get in? He hadn't gotten that far yet. So, he took the direct route: straight through the front doors. Stopping the first girl he saw, he made eye-contact. "Tell me what room Amaya Suzuki is in?" She told him. "Do not tell anyone about this conversation." She nodded blankly. He turned and walked back out the doors.

He walked around to the other side of the building and looked up. He could definitely see Amaya's window. There was no way he'd be able to get through the entire building undetected, so he'd go the safer way. Or at least, it was safer in his opinion. Cracking his knuckles, DJ set his mind to the task at hand. That was the only way to get stuff like this done. Handhold by handhold, foothold by foothold, DJ made his way up the side of the building. If he were to fall, he'd probably die. Yeah, he could command any being on the planet by giving them a direct order, but his rock climbing ability wasn't exactly the greatest.

He could almost reach the bottom of her windowsill when another thought struck him. What if her window was locked? That would suck. Then again, what reason would she have to lock her window? He glanced down. Yep, long enough...haha. Shaking his head, he thanked God -- not for the first time in the last few minutes -- for having the designers of the campus put brick on the outer part of this building. Otherwise, he would never have made it off the ground. Finally, after what seemed like forever -- but was only a couple of moments -- DJ pushed open Amaya's window. Or at least, he hoped it was Amaya's.

He couldn't be for certain becuase she wasn't in the room. No one was. As silently as possible, DJ pulled himself into the dorm room. Glancing around, he was glad he made enough money to live on his own. Being in one of these dorms would suck. First inspection told him that 5 people called the place home. However, the second glance said that only one of the bed areas was used: the one closest to the bathroom. Running his gaze around the edges of the bathroom door, he could see light. If he strained his ears, he could hear the shower running. She must be in the shower...I'll just wait for her.

Being the smooth player DJ was, he decided to sit on Amaya's bed, leaning back on her pillows looking like he owned the place. At once, he knew it was her room. The very faint perfume he had smelled around her that first day on the beach was here, and he was fairly certain he'd seen her wearing that shirt before. His eyes raked over her belongings, coming to land on the book on her bedside table. It was Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austin. If he had any doubts as to the room's owner, they were gone now. What high school girl would read a book like that when it wasn't required by the school? None. He picked it up and turned to the first page, ready to wait as long as need be.

He didn't have to wait long. He heard the handle click and looked up, watching the door open and by far the most beautiful woman he'd ever laid eyes on walk out. The first thing he noticed was her hair, it was down around her shoulders in that not-dripping-but-not-completely-dry-either look. The next was her clothing. There was none. She was simply wrapped in a towel. She was gorgeous. Wow...I expected to see you, but I didn't expect to see so much of you. Luckilly, he was smart enough not to say that outloud. Instead, he just looked at her. He couldn't pull his eyes away.

There was only enough time for a heartbeat, if that long. He sprung from her bed, leaving the book open to the page she had been on originally and moved to her. The space between them receeded at an alarming rate. Before she had any real time to react, he placed his hands on her hips, pulling her closer to him, pressing her tiny body against his. Without thinking about it, DJ lowered his head and kissed her, full on the mouth. His lips crushed her's in a firm but gentle way. His arms slid around her, holding her in place against his chest. A few heartbeats later, his lips pulled away, two sweet words dancing on his lips. "You're mine..."

[shadow=red,left,300][glow=red,2,300]Kiss My Eyes and Lay Me to Sleep.[/glow][/shadow]

Name/Alias: Sky or Wolf...depends on my mood. =D
Gender: I'm a chick.
Have you read the books?: Yep. all 5. Ok, since I failed so hard in the last sentence, I'm not even going to correct it. There are SIX books, and I have read them all. >.<
Dimitri or Adrian?: Dimitri. Definitely Dimitri. He's just...I don't know, more impressive and a bit more of a man in my opinion.

[Natasha Contrarez]

[glow=red,2,300]~ACCEPTED~[/glow]