HOME | DD

Description
For the rp/arp group

She's loosely based on my mum as she looked when we were kids, the hair and the colour scheme to her outfit. I rounded out her face a little though and she somehow ended up looking like Audra, a character in my novel somehow! also... F**K shoes! I hate them I hate them I hate them!!!! More than I hate hands, and thats a lot!! Annndddd my tablet is slowly giving up the ghost. Thank god I got a spare in the january sales and stashed it away for when the time came.

Name : Atarah Allon
Nickname : Tara (only accepts this from close friends.)
Type: Pure blooded (born a werewolf)
Birth Date: 1. 8. 1937
True Age: 78
Appeared Age: 27
Body Frame: very slender, 'model' type physique.
Height: 5"8
Weight: 114 pounds / 8 stone 1
Muscle Mass: minimal, she has a runners physique, wiry and slim
Gender : female
Orientation: hetero
Rank : subordinate
Pack: black meadow estate
Personality : Atarah is a little stuck up, very proud and a little bitchy. She likes the finer things in life and can be materialistic, but at the root of it all she is kind hearted to those she does choose to open up to, and she is chatty and friendly once you get to know her. She is also very fond of children, and would run a high-end nursery if she could, that was always her dream.
Brief History : Atarah was born into an upper class blue blooded werewolf family, and her bloodline is known worldwide. Her father runs multiple businesses, most of which revolve around hunting or pest control, and she is set to inherit his empire when he passes away as she is her parent's only child. She had a privileged childhood and was doted on hand and foot by her mother and father, she was spoiled rotten and yet somehow ended up a reasonably well rounded human being. She has wonderful business sense because of her father, and her love of children comes from her mother. Her life was always easy and she coasted through until her first change. After that first transformation she began to have a strange issue not seen before, in that even in human form she could barely stomach anything but meat. Her diet is very plain as a result, and that is half the reason for her slender build. She always enjoyed running as a child, and is very competitive. She was also promised at a young age as a mate to a man from another pack, Albion Vilikas. Though the pair did not meet until her father passed away when she was 78.
Race: White British, but with Italian, Spanish and Latvian blood.

Accent: well spoken surrey accent (sounds like a posh toff!)

Clothing in human form: usually a long top and leggings, her favourite colours are brown, bronze and copper tones. She likes boots, and will often wear heels.
Piercings: n/a
Worn Accessories: n/a
Distinguishing features: Mole above the left side of her mouth, very small feet.
Strengths: speed, very astute.
Weaknesses: Can be bitchy, over materialistic, she loves nice things.
Relationships: Betrothed to Albion Vilikas Black Meadow Estate Beta but they have not yet met at the time of this ref's making.

Role Play Example : Atarah sighed exasperatedly and propped up her chin on her hands. Her elbows rested on the cold top of the marble kitchen side and she stared intently at the ingredients list on the back of a packet of rice that had been dumped on the chopping board. She was not happy. Far from it. She had always known that she was promised to a man in another pack, but as she had grown, the idea had been mentioned less and less and she had almost forgotten... She had hoped that the arrangement had been abandoned, but tat idea had been put to rest at her fathers funeral. Her mother had been inconsolable, crying and wailing about losing her entire family all in a week. At first Atarah had been confused, but a cousin had been on hand to explain to her that she was being shipped away be wed to Albion Vilikas. She had been too stunned to res[pond at first, then she had cried, and then raged, and finally sunken into a passive acceptance. Her grief for her fathers passing dulling her senses somewhat, and making her that little bit easier to manipulate. She had been sent away the next day, her mother sedated to calm her, had waved her away with a dreamy look upon her face. Atarah had cried on the long ride to the new pack's home, but soon came to realise that crying solved nothing. Once she had forced the tears to stop she had dried her eyes and sat up a little straighter. She could not change the path her life had taken, but she could change her reactions to it.
She had been pleasantly surprised by the mansion when she arrived, and had been even more surprised to be greeted by the alpha himself. Though she had been herded straight to the kitchen and instructed to wait for her suitor... That part of the arrangement had irritated her somewhat. What did he have to do that was more important than meeting his future mate? Men. Pfft. She curled her lip as she thought about him, certain he would be ugly or boorish or worse, both.

Other : -

XP Earned :

Description
For the rp/arp group

She's loosely based on my mum as she looked when we were kids, the hair and the colour scheme to her outfit. I rounded out her face a little though and she somehow ended up looking like Audra, a character in my novel somehow! also... F**K shoes! I hate them I hate them I hate them!!!! More than I hate hands, and thats a lot!! Annndddd my tablet is slowly giving up the ghost. Thank god I got a spare in the january sales and stashed it away for when the time came.

Name : Atarah Allon
Nickname : Tara (only accepts this from close friends.)
Type: Pure blooded (born a werewolf)
Birth Date: 1. 8. 1937
True Age: 78
Appeared Age: 27
Body Frame: very slender, 'model' type physique.
Height: 5"8
Weight: 114 pounds / 8 stone 1
Muscle Mass: minimal, she has a runners physique, wiry and slim
Gender : female
Orientation: hetero
Rank : subordinate
Pack: black meadow estate
Personality : Atarah is a little stuck up, very proud and a little bitchy. She likes the finer things in life and can be materialistic, but at the root of it all she is kind hearted to those she does choose to open up to, and she is chatty and friendly once you get to know her. She is also very fond of children, and would run a high-end nursery if she could, that was always her dream.
Brief History : Atarah was born into an upper class blue blooded werewolf family, and her bloodline is known worldwide. Her father runs multiple businesses, most of which revolve around hunting or pest control, and she is set to inherit his empire when he passes away as she is her parent's only child. She had a privileged childhood and was doted on hand and foot by her mother and father, she was spoiled rotten and yet somehow ended up a reasonably well rounded human being. She has wonderful business sense because of her father, and her love of children comes from her mother. Her life was always easy and she coasted through until her first change. After that first transformation she began to have a strange issue not seen before, in that even in human form she could barely stomach anything but meat. Her diet is very plain as a result, and that is half the reason for her slender build. She always enjoyed running as a child, and is very competitive. She was also promised at a young age as a mate to a man from another pack, Albion Vilikas. Though the pair did not meet until her father passed away when she was 78.
Race: White British, but with Italian, Spanish and Latvian blood.

Accent: well spoken surrey accent (sounds like a posh toff!)

Clothing in human form: usually a long top and leggings, her favourite colours are brown, bronze and copper tones. She likes boots, and will often wear heels.
Piercings: n/a
Worn Accessories: n/a
Distinguishing features: Mole above the left side of her mouth, very small feet.
Strengths: speed, very astute.
Weaknesses: Can be bitchy, over materialistic, she loves nice things.
Relationships: Betrothed to Albion Vilikas Black Meadow Estate Beta but they have not yet met at the time of this ref's making.

Role Play Example : Atarah sighed exasperatedly and propped up her chin on her hands. Her elbows rested on the cold top of the marble kitchen side and she stared intently at the ingredients list on the back of a packet of rice that had been dumped on the chopping board. She was not happy. Far from it. She had always known that she was promised to a man in another pack, but as she had grown, the idea had been mentioned less and less and she had almost forgotten... She had hoped that the arrangement had been abandoned, but tat idea had been put to rest at her fathers funeral. Her mother had been inconsolable, crying and wailing about losing her entire family all in a week. At first Atarah had been confused, but a cousin had been on hand to explain to her that she was being shipped away be wed to Albion Vilikas. She had been too stunned to res[pond at first, then she had cried, and then raged, and finally sunken into a passive acceptance. Her grief for her fathers passing dulling her senses somewhat, and making her that little bit easier to manipulate. She had been sent away the next day, her mother sedated to calm her, had waved her away with a dreamy look upon her face. Atarah had cried on the long ride to the new pack's home, but soon came to realise that crying solved nothing. Once she had forced the tears to stop she had dried her eyes and sat up a little straighter. She could not change the path her life had taken, but she could change her reactions to it.
She had been pleasantly surprised by the mansion when she arrived, and had been even more surprised to be greeted by the alpha himself. Though she had been herded straight to the kitchen and instructed to wait for her suitor... That part of the arrangement had irritated her somewhat. What did he have to do that was more important than meeting his future mate? Men. Pfft. She curled her lip as she thought about him, certain he would be ugly or boorish or worse, both.

Other : -

XP Earned :