Post by Caylin Brando on Dec 26, 2017 2:57:56 GMT
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Demigirl
Demigirl
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Bisexual
[break]Bisexual
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Werebeast (Jaguar)
Werebeast (Jaguar)
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Construction and Farming in the Chase Fire Clan
Construction and Farming in the Chase Fire Clan
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Jessica Stroup
Jessica Stroup
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Caylin Brando
Caylin Brando
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Magical Ability:
Caylin is a strong beast, regardless of what shape you may encounter her in. Like a cat in all ways of the word, she is well balanced, agile, and light on her feet with a keen sense of both sight and smell that is suspiciously just better then a human's would usually be. While not an effect of magic and could be a result of her height, something about her just feels off. Like looking at an animal in the wrong body.
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Appearance:
In human shape, Caylin is not much shorter then her twin brother. Standing at 6'5" she is already intimidating for a woman with the added bonus of being that sort of wirey muscle you'd find in people built to move. But make no mistake, she has just as much to throw around. Light, slightly orangey dirty blonde hangs just below her muscular shoulders, framing a deceivingly gentle nosed face with piercing green eyes. Unlike her brother, one of her eyes is a lot greener then the other. Her expression is almost always smug or arrogant, but something about being in the presence of her brother tends to gentle the curve to her brows and lips. While almost invisible, if you look closely you can see "freckles" located faintly where her spotting would be as a jaguar.
As a Jaguar, her silhouette is almost too lean-looking for a jaguar with a smaller head and a very gently curve to her frame, but make no mistake when she steps out of the shadows you can see the thick wiring of muscles that hold her up like a killing machine. Much larger then a natural jaguar, it's obvious that she's a shifter, large and in charge with sooty black paws that wind into spots up her legs and shoulders that vaguely remember the faces of smiling ghouls that hold many eyes. Dark orange fades down her back and white clings to her entire most underneath side except for her tail.
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Personality:
Much more crass then her brother, she tends to care less about creating bonds with those outside of who her brother deems worthy of his affections. And even then, she is sharp as a tack but paranoid to a fault, never fully trusting anyone besides Carjen, and isn't afraid of letting people know her opinions of them. While not inherently bad, she says what she feels regardless of the reprimand, intentionally unapproachable, and cryptic about her past. Her hiss, however, is not as bad as her bite and she is not opposed to fighting to prove a point or get what she wants. Her temper is quick, set off like an explosion that will set on its surroundings even after the initial fire is put out, and whatever grudge the lighter of that fuse created will not ease off so easily with time. And it is best to let her approach you when the coast is clear, if she deems you worthy enough to do so.
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History:
As a child, Caylin was attached to her twin brother's hip and tried very hard to follow his example, his ideals, his wishes. While not identical, like their mother seemed to have been hoping for, they were very much inseparable and she did her absolute best to be as much of a gifted caretaker as Carjen. And while just as naive and trusting as any child, she was always impatient and easily upset. Unlike now, Caylin use to cry almost constantly as a child, whether from sadness, happiness, or anger, she was always in tears for one reason or another, often resulting in distressing her siblings. Back then, however, her fists were often used for play instead of fiery, and she was a lot gentler, kinder, wishful.
When their parents sold them off, the twins rightfully found themselves clinging in confusion and distress to each other, but being that they were not identical they had less value being sold together and the new cruel world tore them from each other's fingers. Without her brother, Caylin was a lot less willingly to cooperate, and her first series of owners were not very kind. As a child and a young teen, she worked closely with animals and crop, becoming very talented with both.
By her mid-teenage years, she was a farmer by day and a fighter at night. Never rested, but entirely full of spunk, her masters chose this series of professions in an attempt to wear her down. She excelled in the ring. She was born for the ring. Exhaustion and pain only seemed to drive her into an addiction for the adrenaline that these fights would cause. At first, it was a pity. A pity that any of them were forced to be there, but the ring taught her that it didn't matter why they were there. Eat or be eaten, fight or be destroyed. She was a lot thicker in those days, both physically and in the head.
At that point, her entire life began to blur together and, at some point she can't quite recall, the exhaustion began to take its toll. It began to feel like she was using so much of herself all the time that she had less and less to spare for herself, but it never stopped her attempts to escape. It never stopped her from performing her duties. And she began to wonder when this tiredness of her soul would be the death of her.
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Miscellaneous:
The key to her heart is spicy food. She is addicted to her mouth being on fire and her eyes in tears. Someone please save her from herself.
Magical Ability:
Caylin is a strong beast, regardless of what shape you may encounter her in. Like a cat in all ways of the word, she is well balanced, agile, and light on her feet with a keen sense of both sight and smell that is suspiciously just better then a human's would usually be. While not an effect of magic and could be a result of her height, something about her just feels off. Like looking at an animal in the wrong body.
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Appearance:
In human shape, Caylin is not much shorter then her twin brother. Standing at 6'5" she is already intimidating for a woman with the added bonus of being that sort of wirey muscle you'd find in people built to move. But make no mistake, she has just as much to throw around. Light, slightly orangey dirty blonde hangs just below her muscular shoulders, framing a deceivingly gentle nosed face with piercing green eyes. Unlike her brother, one of her eyes is a lot greener then the other. Her expression is almost always smug or arrogant, but something about being in the presence of her brother tends to gentle the curve to her brows and lips. While almost invisible, if you look closely you can see "freckles" located faintly where her spotting would be as a jaguar.
As a Jaguar, her silhouette is almost too lean-looking for a jaguar with a smaller head and a very gently curve to her frame, but make no mistake when she steps out of the shadows you can see the thick wiring of muscles that hold her up like a killing machine. Much larger then a natural jaguar, it's obvious that she's a shifter, large and in charge with sooty black paws that wind into spots up her legs and shoulders that vaguely remember the faces of smiling ghouls that hold many eyes. Dark orange fades down her back and white clings to her entire most underneath side except for her tail.
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Personality:
Much more crass then her brother, she tends to care less about creating bonds with those outside of who her brother deems worthy of his affections. And even then, she is sharp as a tack but paranoid to a fault, never fully trusting anyone besides Carjen, and isn't afraid of letting people know her opinions of them. While not inherently bad, she says what she feels regardless of the reprimand, intentionally unapproachable, and cryptic about her past. Her hiss, however, is not as bad as her bite and she is not opposed to fighting to prove a point or get what she wants. Her temper is quick, set off like an explosion that will set on its surroundings even after the initial fire is put out, and whatever grudge the lighter of that fuse created will not ease off so easily with time. And it is best to let her approach you when the coast is clear, if she deems you worthy enough to do so.
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History:
As a child, Caylin was attached to her twin brother's hip and tried very hard to follow his example, his ideals, his wishes. While not identical, like their mother seemed to have been hoping for, they were very much inseparable and she did her absolute best to be as much of a gifted caretaker as Carjen. And while just as naive and trusting as any child, she was always impatient and easily upset. Unlike now, Caylin use to cry almost constantly as a child, whether from sadness, happiness, or anger, she was always in tears for one reason or another, often resulting in distressing her siblings. Back then, however, her fists were often used for play instead of fiery, and she was a lot gentler, kinder, wishful.
When their parents sold them off, the twins rightfully found themselves clinging in confusion and distress to each other, but being that they were not identical they had less value being sold together and the new cruel world tore them from each other's fingers. Without her brother, Caylin was a lot less willingly to cooperate, and her first series of owners were not very kind. As a child and a young teen, she worked closely with animals and crop, becoming very talented with both.
By her mid-teenage years, she was a farmer by day and a fighter at night. Never rested, but entirely full of spunk, her masters chose this series of professions in an attempt to wear her down. She excelled in the ring. She was born for the ring. Exhaustion and pain only seemed to drive her into an addiction for the adrenaline that these fights would cause. At first, it was a pity. A pity that any of them were forced to be there, but the ring taught her that it didn't matter why they were there. Eat or be eaten, fight or be destroyed. She was a lot thicker in those days, both physically and in the head.
At that point, her entire life began to blur together and, at some point she can't quite recall, the exhaustion began to take its toll. It began to feel like she was using so much of herself all the time that she had less and less to spare for herself, but it never stopped her attempts to escape. It never stopped her from performing her duties. And she began to wonder when this tiredness of her soul would be the death of her.
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Miscellaneous:
The key to her heart is spicy food. She is addicted to her mouth being on fire and her eyes in tears. Someone please save her from herself.
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The Dell Dragon
The Dell Dragon
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X-Ray Dog bribed me with puppies and Sims to make this Tier A Beach.
X-Ray Dog bribed me with puppies and Sims to make this Tier A Beach.
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X-Ray Dog, that rotten handsome bastard
X-Ray Dog, that rotten handsome bastard
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