Post by GREYMALKIN on Aug 30, 2010 2:16:18 GMT -5
TRIS MAZURKA RAGAELIK
HELLO THERE ...
name -- TRIS MAZURKA RAGAELIK
nicknames -- TRIS, TRISSY, MAZ, RAGS
family -- ANNAMARIA JAEE RAGAELIK (mother), DESMOND ARTHUR RAGAELIK (father), NESSA FAYE RAGAELIK (sister)
age -- TWENTY-THREE
species -- WEREWOLF
gender -- FEMALE
sexuality -- HOMOSEXUAL
GET TO KNOW ME?
I LOVE...
- Food. Chocolate especially, but pretty much anything will do. Though Chinese is one of her favorites.
- Writing.
- Props.
- Black and white movies.
- Audrey Hepburn.
I CAN'T STAND...
- Crowds.
- Raves.
- Okay, the first two kind of fall under the same category. Disorganization.
- Curry.
- Pencils.
YOU'LL USUALLY FIND ME...
- Writing.
- Taping up pictures of her favorite actresses and actors.
- Reading fanfiction.
- Grocery shopping.
- Unraveling old sweaters. It helps to get rid of stress.
I SEE HOW IT IS
biography -- JUST A SMALL TOWN GIRL, LIVIN' IN A-
Okay, I'll shut up.
Tris is your average down-to-earth lower-middle-class female. Kinda sorta. She lives in a small house (137 Ingrid Street, to be exact) with two cats, a rat - and multitudes of spiders.
Like the little bit of Don't Stop Believin' suggests, she actually is a small-town girl. Born and raised in south Detroit. Not. Instead, Tris grew up among miniature ponies in her grandfather's back garden, only leaving to go home in the evening or make trips to the laundromat. Her childhood until age twelve or so was pretty much that - ponies, trees, grass, the ponies constantly munching the grass, and the occasional grasshopper. At twelve, however, the dreaded puberty hit - and so did her werewolf-ness.
At first it was just small things - she'd have the overwhelming urge to go outside and stare at the moon for hours on end whenever it was full. And then it was the niggling sensation - no, the need to run through trees, on her own and with others. Eventually, though, all of this turned into a full transformation into a reddish-furred canine on the eve of her thirteenth birthday. And, after all that, things were, well, a bit more difficult. Sneaking away on the full moon got harder and harder, what with school and female hormones getting in the way. But now, at 23, she's figured out what she's good at (writing, writing, and more writing... and cooking), and has somewhat settled down in the neighborhoods of Simbol.
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