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[koyote]

Basics:

Name: Koyote Nikitina
Date of Birth.: January 3rd, 1988
Gender: Female
Occupation: Fashion Designer
Birthplace: A wheat field in the middle of Nebraska.

Answers:

Turtle or Hare: Turtle.
Half Empty or Full: Full.
Truth or Lies: Lies.
Day or Night: Night.
Bright or Bland: Bland.
Always or Never: Always.
Love or War: Love.
Black or White: White.


Personality and Traits.


Good

• Caring
  
• Good Listener
  
• Warm Smile
  
• Laid Back
  
• Good At Making People Smile
  
• Tolerant
  
• Sewing
  
• Cuddley
  

Bad

• Insecure
  
• May Gossip
  
• Can Be Anti-social
  
• Doesn't Always Keep Secrets
  
• Holds Grudges
  
• Moody
  
• Stubborn
  
• Curses
  
• Bottles everything up
  
• Smoking
  

History

There isn't much to tell you about Koyote, but there is plenty to tell you about her mother and her father, and all of the events that happened prior to the flower girl's birth.

Her mother was the rebellious teenager within the 70's. The woman was a free spirit and did as she pleased; she never attended high school, nor did she even ponder the thought of college. This being pointed out, the young female had a habit of going to parties and spending lots of time with people she knew, and sometimes with people she didn't. Sadly, she was too trusting and believed everyone's word when they spoke to her. This is where Koyote's father strolls in...

One night, in the depths of a smokey bar, a Russian soldier with sleek aviators set over his feline-slitted eyes appeared and had placed his charm on a young nineteen year old girl who was dancing around without a care. It was only within an hour that the two were lost in each others limbs, and the morning after, the female woke up alone in a run down hotel room.

Nine months later, and Koyote started her life. It wasn't easy growing up as a feline, a freak to most. Her mother, though, never abandoned the girl. She gave her as much love and care as she could and tried to raise her with as many morals as she could. In result, Koyote turned out to be an open-minded, free-spirited fashion designer, who's influenced a lot from the hippie-culture that her mother was raised with, though it has a rough modern flare.


Sample:

(b)

Normally, I wasn't one to go mingle with the human population in such a tight space. The smoke in the bar atmosphere caught my senses rather harshly and I wanted to hiss and slink back to the open space outside, though I controlled my temperament and sauntered my way through the crowd, gracefully avoiding the human bodies that had potential to collide with my tall, 5'7'' figure. A hand ran through my thick, blonde hair, and with that movement, I had moved it out of my slender face, showing off my sloping facial structure and pointed features. Within a blink, my irises turned to slits and it was noted that I was far from human - or maybe, I just had contacts, huh? The bite of alcohol tweaked my nostrils and I crinkled the bridge of my nose for a moment before easing my way towards the bar, having every intention of having a game of cat-and-mouse with a local. No pun intended.

[ it's shit. my apologies. ]

OOC

OOC Name: Koyote
Contacts: [e-mail]

[° Rayna °]

Woah, chica. I love her. But naturally I've loved all your characters. x] Absolutely accepted. NOW GO GET HER A HAWT EXCURSION!