Post by Deleted on Jan 16, 2015 2:17:05 GMT
Cierra renee noble It's been a wild ride, I wouldn't change a minute. I can't slow down inside. I guess that's why I live it. human  Full Name: Cierra Renee noble Nicknames: CiCi, worm Age: 16 Birthday: August 7 Gender: Fenale Sexuality: Asexual Face Claim: Amandla stenberg Appearance: Cierra was 5'3 and weighed about 115 lbs. She hated having a scrawny, etcomorph body. she had big, brown eyes and round lips. She was very androgynous so people often mistook her for being a male. She was flat chested, another con to being so thin. Her hair was in its natural, untamed state. It was thick, short, and curly. She often wore black and white checkered converse shoes with jeans and a funny t-shirt with random sayings on it. She didn't like belts so she substituted them with black suspenders. Because of how involved she was in with physical activity, there was a new band aid somewhere on her body. Personality: She was the queen of procrastination and disorganization. The only thing she could manage without an issue was her money. She was all about creativity so she spent most of her time making something. She was compassionate and protective of those she cared for. She was socially awkward and because of this, she tried her best to avoid small talk. She was always smiling or laughing. She was too cheerful for others to bear. Cierra was a space cadet who daydreamed about random things from what she was going to eat for lunch to apocalyptic scenarios. She could be outgoing at times , especially when it came to sports or dancing. She was reckless, always purposely putting herself at risk. She had a habit of acting without thinking. Cierra was independent and tomboyish. She didn't want people trying to help her and she definitely didn't like being called adorable, sweet, or cute. She was inattentive when things were boring and she was very childish for her age. Mother: Jacque noble Father: ron noble Children: n/a Pets: cat Others: n/a History: Her family was anything but normal. Coming from a family of hunters was tough, but always exciting. Out of all of her many siblings, she seemed to be the only child who developed a strong passion for hunting the supernatural. Her parents taught her to show them no mercy and that's exactly what she did. As a child, her parents would tell her bedtime stories of all the werewolves they had encountered and annihilated. They knew they couldn't change Cierra's bubbly personality, but she could use it to her advantage some day. No one would suspect her of being a hunter. Since she was still young, she was unable to use the firearms, but it didn't mean that she wasn't allowed to train with knives. She would use a training dummy during her practice sessions with the supervision of her father. The eager child wanted to learn more so her father introduced her to parkour. She did various things from precision jumps, vaults, and wall runs. Both of her parents would set up obstacle courses with drills so she could get faster at catching her prey. Cierra used a slingshot to better her aim and then graduated to a crossbow once her aim was up to par. As she got older, she was trained to use firearms, the shot gun being her favorite. Her true test began when she found out that her childhood friend was a werewolf. The two were best friends, but she knew what she had to do. She had to stop thinking of him as a human and think of him as a disgusting abomination that had to be destroyed. While the two were hanging out in the woods, she turned on him and proceeded to torture him, grinning and giggling. Once Cierra finished the job, she cleaned up the evidence and skipped away as if nothing happened. When she turned sixteen, her father got word that there was something unnerving going on out west in a place called Beacon Hills. He volunteered to pack up and see what was going on. He didn't have to ask her twice if she wanted to go. RP Sample: "Take off your hat, Cierra. Stop playing with your pen, Cierra. Please pay attention, Cierra." The girl grumbled under her breath. Her messenger bag hung loosely around her shoulder as she made her way to the cafeteria. Her black and white checkered sneakers squeaked along the floor as she dragged her feet. She wore denim jeans and a white dress shirt, topped with black suspenders. She eyed her peers and noticed a couple kissing near the lockers. The adolescent scrunched up her nose and shuddered. "Much kissing. Very public. So gross. Wow." Cierra rolled her eyes and finally made it to her destination. She didn't like being the new kid. It was always awkward trying to ask people if she could sit with them. Most people didn't know how to react to her colorful personality. The girl ran her fingers through her curly locks, scanning the room. There weren't many people around yet so there were plenty of vacant tables. The thing was, she didn't want to sit by herself. The brunette zeroed in on two students, one male and the other female. The girl seemed troubled about something and Cierra bit her lower lip, fighting back the urge to ask what was wrong. That didn't stop her from sitting by them, though. Okay, CiCi, don't screw this up. Act natural. Don't act weird, don't act weird, don't act weird... she chanted to herself as she made her way toward the two. She took a seat on the opposite side of them and gave them a quick 'what's up' head nod, nailed it. |
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