Post by Creedence Mechels on Jan 2, 2015 15:42:44 GMT -5
Creedence Mechels
theme song:; Hurricane by MS MR
description:; The first thing one might notice about Creedence is her almost perfectly white hair, making her look almost angelic in nature. It is cropped extremely short against her head, and she often lets it grow out until it reaches below her ears, in which case she will then cut it off with a pair of scissors. Her skin is a delicate porcelain that leaves her looking almost doll-like- however, look closer and you can see the muscle hiding beneath her skin. Her arms are thicker than some girl’s, her shoulders pronounced and the sinew growing hard when she flexes. The same can be said for her stomach, which is flat and fairly toned in itself. At first, she is a very intimidating woman, her height putting her at an advantage with most girls that she meets. And, if not her size, her weight and strength could always make up for it. Placed inside her eye sockets are bright blue eyes that turn gray when she is angry. If she shifts into her panther form, these eyes turn a bright yellow that seem to glow within any darkness. The beast is in stark contrast to Creedence’s initial being- black as night and almost invisible within the shadows. When one looks closely enough, they will notice a perfect set of razor harp fangs within her mouth, even while she is human. She often has little control over her saliva glands when her teeth are like this, which causes her to inhale sharply through her teeth from time to time in order to keep the saliva from spilling out of her mouth. From her constant habit of chewing her fingernails, Creedence’s fingers are nubby and thick, the nail often hiding below the edge of the fingertip. But, when she shifts, these nails grow rapidly into thick, curved and menacing talons that are ready to turn everything that crosses her path into scrap metal. Her ears, already exposed by her hair, ear easy to catch sight of, especially with the many objects adorning them. Four conch piercings line upwards along the cartilage of her ear, white the initial lobe itself is gauged to a size 00. A bar is often seen crossing through her right ear, from the slighted pointed tip, to the stiff cartilage that lies behind the ear lobe. These piercings are often black and pointy, and they usually remain on even if she were to shift into her panther form. Creedence isn’t one for wearing makeup, except for the occasional eyeliner and mascara- she finds the feeling of it to be awfully stifling, making her feel as if her cells were suffocating. Normal attire for Creedence consists of torn jeans and a baggy t-shirt; something that will slip right off in case she needs to change into her panther form. One will never see shoes on her feet, as it is entirely too stifling and she finds that it hinders her grip on the soil, causing her to run slower. She is a smoker, and one can often see her with a pack of cigarettes in one hand and a lighter in the other. This is usually how she is able to mingle with society so often and so well. Scars riddle her throat and arms, the most notable one being a large scar that runs from the tip of her left collar bone, all the way down to her right hip. It isn’t very thick, about as wide as a pencil, but it is pink and it is raised quite abnormally from the skin. This scar could possibly be her most notable feature, as people cannot stop staring as soon as they see it.
playby:; Isane Kotetsu
age:; sweet Unknown
gender:; female
race: born a Shapeshifter
should we put bricks on your head?:; Creedence is 5 feet and 9 inches tall
no place like home:; ...That's also unknown
getting lucky with ~someone~:; Pansexual
babies coming?:;Single
abilities:; Heal (lvl 1), Shapeshift (lvl 2), Stealth. Enhanced Physical Skills.
weapon(s):;Claws, Teeth, a seven inch dagger that hangs on a sheath at her side.
whatcha~wearin?:;Baggy shirts and pants. Nothing of importance.
transportation:;A Black Matte Ducati Diavel
anything.else.you'd.like.to.share?:;"Dont fucking touch me."
disposition to the law:; Neutral
alignment:;Neutral
likes:; Food, quiet, being alone, music, & animals.
dislikes:; People, certain noises, rudeness
phobias:; Haphephobia
obsessions:; background:;A very introverted girl, Creedence isn't one for talking. In fact, if she had the choice, she would prefer to stay secluded and not touch western civilization. She finds the population to be too big and too noisy for her tastes- liking the silence and cleanliness of a thick woodland area more. Her social skills are not great, nor practiced, and she has been known to blurt out rude or nonsensical things during conversation- not intentionally, of course, but this just goes to show how incredibly uncomfortable she becomes around anybody but herself.
This being said, she has trouble with human contact as well, becoming extremely panicked or frightened under the hand of another person. This could be a simple pat on the shoulder, which will trigger Creedence to turn around and attack whoever violated her without her consent. There are a variety of outcomes that consequence Creedence being touched, the main one simply being that the perpetrator would get their throat torn out. If you are her friend, however, she would simply scold you and retreat even further into the carefully built shell that she had accumulated over the years of isolation.
Usually she is very polite and responsive to kindness, willing to converse and get to know whoever is brave enough to get to know her. In any case, Creedence is not an outwardly intimidating woman at first glance, but her silence and cryptic comments often warn people not to get too close. She expresses a very violent sense of humor, finding the most gory and psychotic things to be full of hilarity. While not sociopathic herself, she could definitely see the perks of becoming a specimen such as that, her lack of remorse and inability to decipher right from wrong could vouch for it. One could call her a bit crooked, but she doesn't mind- scratch that, she doesn't care. Her wall of apathy for anyone that she doesn't care about is endless and thicker than the eye can see.
One would do well not to speak their personal problems to her, as she would simply get bored and blow you off moments later. This is mostly her cat side- a short attention span that got awfully impatient when the subject was doing anything to challenge her mentally or physically. Mostly she spends her days indulging in the pleasure of the human night life, consuming alcohol and various amounts of narcotics in order to help her relax. However close she may be to another person, and no matter how high, they still will never be able to feel her skin without being killed.
Aside from her extreme fear of being touched, Creedence suffers from Insomnia, taking a toll on her sleeping habits and energy levels during the day. Her brain would let her go almost 86 hours without sleep in some cases, causing her to hallucinate and dream while awake. These hallucinations often lead to violence, as she has horrible night terrors about her childhood, and she thinks that she is being harmed in some way. It takes patience and time for someone to get used to that, as it take quite a while for someone to convince her that she is, in fact, dreaming. Creedence has a terrible habit of chewing her nails, letting them grow out until they are well past the fingertip before gnawing them down to nubs once more, often going too far back and causing her fingertips to bleed. When this happens, she simply moves to the raised skin of her fingertips, the skin that frames and cushions the nail, and begins to eat this. This, she considers, is a much healthier way of dealing with her anxiety rather than living out in the forest and starving for most of her days.
This being said, she has trouble with human contact as well, becoming extremely panicked or frightened under the hand of another person. This could be a simple pat on the shoulder, which will trigger Creedence to turn around and attack whoever violated her without her consent. There are a variety of outcomes that consequence Creedence being touched, the main one simply being that the perpetrator would get their throat torn out. If you are her friend, however, she would simply scold you and retreat even further into the carefully built shell that she had accumulated over the years of isolation.
Usually she is very polite and responsive to kindness, willing to converse and get to know whoever is brave enough to get to know her. In any case, Creedence is not an outwardly intimidating woman at first glance, but her silence and cryptic comments often warn people not to get too close. She expresses a very violent sense of humor, finding the most gory and psychotic things to be full of hilarity. While not sociopathic herself, she could definitely see the perks of becoming a specimen such as that, her lack of remorse and inability to decipher right from wrong could vouch for it. One could call her a bit crooked, but she doesn't mind- scratch that, she doesn't care. Her wall of apathy for anyone that she doesn't care about is endless and thicker than the eye can see.
One would do well not to speak their personal problems to her, as she would simply get bored and blow you off moments later. This is mostly her cat side- a short attention span that got awfully impatient when the subject was doing anything to challenge her mentally or physically. Mostly she spends her days indulging in the pleasure of the human night life, consuming alcohol and various amounts of narcotics in order to help her relax. However close she may be to another person, and no matter how high, they still will never be able to feel her skin without being killed.
Aside from her extreme fear of being touched, Creedence suffers from Insomnia, taking a toll on her sleeping habits and energy levels during the day. Her brain would let her go almost 86 hours without sleep in some cases, causing her to hallucinate and dream while awake. These hallucinations often lead to violence, as she has horrible night terrors about her childhood, and she thinks that she is being harmed in some way. It takes patience and time for someone to get used to that, as it take quite a while for someone to convince her that she is, in fact, dreaming. Creedence has a terrible habit of chewing her nails, letting them grow out until they are well past the fingertip before gnawing them down to nubs once more, often going too far back and causing her fingertips to bleed. When this happens, she simply moves to the raised skin of her fingertips, the skin that frames and cushions the nail, and begins to eat this. This, she considers, is a much healthier way of dealing with her anxiety rather than living out in the forest and starving for most of her days.
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