Post by Яд CoBaka on Sept 11, 2006 14:28:45 GMT -5
Full Name: Aleksandra Galine Charkov
Nick Name: Alek
Age: 102 (looks in her 20's)
Sex: Female
Race: WolfSapian
Physical description:
Human:
Light blond hair that hangs almost to her waist in back with a side swept bang across her forehead. Dark grey eyes, almost black. Slender with a light skin tone. Alek's style of clothing is very unique, full of trench coats and scarves. Form fitting corsets and layered skirts. Also, fitted fests and ballroom shoes.
1/2/3/4
Wolf: Sandy yellow/white with black eyes.
Subject(s) Teaching: Shape shifting. Though she has a masters degree in English Literature.
Personality:
Alek is a head strong individual who thinks that she needs only herself and a few good books to live a happy life. She is most comfortable in a room by herself. Her own thought give her plenty of company, though she is not one to say no to conversation. Or a relationship of sorts.
likes: Star filled skies, good deeds. Books for they hold all the worlds knowledge.
dislikes: Cats, foolishness, and milk. She lactose intolerant.
History:
Alek is of Russian descent, hence her name's origin. Though she only lived there for 12 years of her life. Her mother sadly was a bar dancer. Wearing those high fashioned gowns with the feathers in her hair. It was the only way she could make money by day for at night she let her urges take over and roamed the woods. Alek grew up in a bar, knowing all of the saloon tunes by ear. If asked, she could sing all of the show songs. She thought she was happy, for she knew no better.
That is where she has been for the remainder of her life till now, walking in her mothers foot steps, though her mother has gone. Alek was show girl, something she was not proud of but felt she had no choice in. Times were hard, especially for the working women. The only thing they were considered good for was frillyness, other than being a house wife. She lived this way for 50 years at several bar houses. Till she found there were no more that did not know her, and affraid that questions about her not aging would soon come she fled to the woods. The only place she felt she was still safe.
Nick Name: Alek
Age: 102 (looks in her 20's)
Sex: Female
Race: WolfSapian
Physical description:
Human:
Light blond hair that hangs almost to her waist in back with a side swept bang across her forehead. Dark grey eyes, almost black. Slender with a light skin tone. Alek's style of clothing is very unique, full of trench coats and scarves. Form fitting corsets and layered skirts. Also, fitted fests and ballroom shoes.
1/2/3/4
Wolf: Sandy yellow/white with black eyes.
Subject(s) Teaching: Shape shifting. Though she has a masters degree in English Literature.
Personality:
Alek is a head strong individual who thinks that she needs only herself and a few good books to live a happy life. She is most comfortable in a room by herself. Her own thought give her plenty of company, though she is not one to say no to conversation. Or a relationship of sorts.
likes: Star filled skies, good deeds. Books for they hold all the worlds knowledge.
dislikes: Cats, foolishness, and milk. She lactose intolerant.
History:
Alek is of Russian descent, hence her name's origin. Though she only lived there for 12 years of her life. Her mother sadly was a bar dancer. Wearing those high fashioned gowns with the feathers in her hair. It was the only way she could make money by day for at night she let her urges take over and roamed the woods. Alek grew up in a bar, knowing all of the saloon tunes by ear. If asked, she could sing all of the show songs. She thought she was happy, for she knew no better.
That is where she has been for the remainder of her life till now, walking in her mothers foot steps, though her mother has gone. Alek was show girl, something she was not proud of but felt she had no choice in. Times were hard, especially for the working women. The only thing they were considered good for was frillyness, other than being a house wife. She lived this way for 50 years at several bar houses. Till she found there were no more that did not know her, and affraid that questions about her not aging would soon come she fled to the woods. The only place she felt she was still safe.
