Post by x___acrossthemoor on Nov 8, 2008 17:50:03 GMT -6
Calling: Her full name is Chandra Larissa Bellaforte.
Aliases: Chandra's past men have called her many things, shortened versions of her own name, turning it into a cute, petlike little calling. It irratited her so, being called Chany like an animal. In there minds she probably was equal to one, anyway. A few times, when dealing with those she didn't trust, she'd tell them her name was Catherine. Soft, gentle name, but so, so, unlike herself. Maybe that was the point.
Titles: Maybe they'd call her the Black Widow of the Moor, or something equally ridiculous. Maybe they do right now. No man she's ever met suspsect her of it. But of course, if they suspected her of it, they wouldn't be in that situation to begin with, now would they? Besides that, though, she's never had a definite title. Doesn't deserve one to begin with, so perhaps she's better off this way. Without any real substance around her, no fame to fall upon her. Because if she was famous, someone might find out.
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Age: She is around the human age of 20. But oh my, how she feels so much older, stuck out by herself on the moorlands. The visitors that come past never stay too long, can't, really. So for the most part, she is stuck alone, with herself. Waiting. Waiting and watching, for however how long it takes, there will always be another one. Always.
Breed: Chandra is indeed a shapeshifter, and has nearly based her life off of it. That is, of course she can be a pretty little fox or a lovely swan, but for the most part she'll morph her human form. It's more wonderful that way, she can be stunning, and all different kinds of it. Then again, all shapeshifters can be pretty, so she's had to learn to be something more. She can't be normal, an average dull morpher in a city of theirs filled with beautiful people. No, oh, no, she has to live alone. Because alone she is a vixen.
Gender: Even though shapeshifters can indeed morph between male and female, Chandra is so definitely the latter. There isnt' even a doubt, in fact, she can't even remember a time when she has turned into the other gender. There is something about it that is repelling to her, that digusts her. The whole ordeal seems so sick and wrong. Chandra stays female, and will stay female, because that is what she knows, that is all she is.
Appearance: She's a shapeshifter, it cannot be defined by one face, one body. Though all of her different forms are stunning and female, nothing ties them close. She even changes her face shape, though Chandra does prefer the more sophisticated high cheek bones. Most times, her eyes stay an icey blue, eerie, flickering, distrusting eyes. And when she narrows them upon her victim, they've been known to change, into green or brown or violet. Not her beloved ice blue, she can't taint them like that. Since she has grown to maturity, she has kept her form slim, but femine, with ample breasts. Her hair changes the most, no real consistenty, straight or curly, blonde, red, black or brown. As long as it's attractive.
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Parents: Chandra didn't even know her father. Never even met him, he was gone before she was born. Her mother had so many lovers, if she even knows it is a mystery. But never meeting him it isn't like Chandra missed him, there were other men, of course, but it isn't like they stayed around for too long. Just a night or two at most. They ignored her when she was younger, and was gone before they could look at her the same way they did her mother. Her wonderful witch of a mother. Chandra hated her and loved her at that same time. Was she just like Chandra? Like her now, with her many men? No, of course not. Her mother's affairs were innocent enough, in there ends, for the rest of them, well, Chandra spent many a day being sent out to play in the front yard. But wouldn't it be mother's fault for raising her like she is? Or was it something different? The genetics of her long missing father, was that what made her so bad? It doesn't matter, it was like she can change it now. Her mother is still somewhere, Chandra left her long ago.
Siblings: She had one little sister, Cassidy. From a different father, of course. Cassie was a dear, Chandra almost felt bad about being around her. Both of them were beautiful, but Cassie was more so, no matter how they changed. Because Cassie was good, she was kind and sweet. It showed. And Chandra was jealous, no doubt. Her mother loved Cassie better, too. Which was so much worse, Chandra needed that affection. She adored her mother, really she did, (ended up just like her, didn't she?) and the way she adored sweet, little sinless Cassidy just made her sick.
Friends: Chandra has no friends. She lives alone, and that's how she likes it. Has to keep it that way, too, Makes the whole world safer. And besides, does she need friends? Or rather, deserve them? No, of course she doesn't. Chandra was never that social. Rather would hide away, right? But there are times when she wants nothing more than to talk or chatter, live in a city and be loved by many people. Chandra is loved by no one, kind of sad, isn't it?
Partner: She's had all too many lovers to name one real distinct one. She lives alone, now, though the men come to her, on occasion. Have there been any distinct ones? Ones she wants to remember and adore? No, probably not. Maybe she's just forgot them all. She's hate a lot of lovers but never a love. It's just who she is. Chandra would like to get attached to someone, really she would, but she just can't. She's all to dependent on herself. Then again, she men she chooses are shallow, worthless souls, they're better off gone. So what's wrong with her to get rid of them?
Children: Chandra would not fair well with a child. She lacks that nurturing, motherly sense, though her own mother was just perfectly grand to her. Maybe when she grows older she'll settle down with someone and have a son or daughter. If she was ever to get pregnant, though, now, Chandra would panic, panic and kill the child or something that bad. It hurts her so to think that, but how would she live with one. She couldn't raise it with the memories taunting at her. It almost is like she isn't mature enough to even consider raising young. She's still a child, really. A selfish little child herself.
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Region: She lives out on the windy, lonesome moor of Artemsia. Her mother lived on the moor, somewhere far off, hidden in the hills. After her wandering years, she came back to her birthland. Chandra just felt drawn to it. For it was a safe, calm place, and the woman thought she could escape there. That no man would find her, but they did. Oh the traverlers, the wanderers, the poor men without homes. And when there feet crossed the slope down on the hills that surrounded her house, they went there for food. For warmth. For almost anything than what they found. But they were happy with what they found.
Dwelling: Chandra's home is a small helpless hut, circular in it's shape and humble. She had no man to build her a nice big house, and makes her living of stealing from the pockets of the men that find her. It is all one room, with a bed and a chest. Not many stray possesions lie upon the floor, so the place has a clean, scrubbed look. If she left, she could find much grander things, living with a rich man or something to that matter. But it wouldn't be safe in a less secluded place. For herself. And for others. Mostly for others.