Post by faelan amatis garroway on Aug 6, 2011 23:51:08 GMT -5
( FAELANamatisGARROWAY !? )
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you called i can’t hear a thing i have got not service in the club you see
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full name. faelan amatis garroway.
nicknames. fae, or little wolf. but preferably fae.
gender. female.
birthday. december 19.
candles. twenty-one.
orientation. bisexual.
occupation. university student. bartender at the hunter's moon.
member group. werewolf.
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[/color] WHAT WHAT DID YOU SAY[/b][/color]are you breaking up on me sorry i cannot hear you i’m kinda busy
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Family:
+Father: Luke Garroway / Lucian Graymark. Werewolf.
+Mother: Jocelyn Garroway (nee Fairchild). Nephilim.
+Half-Sister: Clary Lightwood. Nephilim. 41.
+Brother: ____ ____ Garroway. Nephilim. 24.
Appearance:
With wavyy, vibrant red hair that falls to a point about half way between her elbow and shoulder, and big blue eyes, Faelan is lovely. Saying any different would be a lie, and she knows it. A spattering of freckles crosses her face, adding a bit of darker color to her lightly tanned, heart shaped face. Fae stands at 5’5” and is compact but thin, a definite layer of muscle covering her frame. While she is not as curvaceous as many, Fae does possess a nice figure, even some consider it lacking.
Personality:
Faelan has always been, and always will be, a people person. She would be the one to call if you need a sympathetic ear. She would be the first one to smooth over a fight between friends. She would always take the time to listen to what all of her friends had to say on a matter before deciding what to do. She is a good leader, and she credits that to her father. Fae likes to flit from thing to thing, and isn’t usually interested in one thing for too long. Maybe one week she’s taking a gourmet cooking class, then the next she’s trying her hand at sculpting.
As a friend, she is loyal to the bone. Fae loves to make friends, and she is a very likable person. If Fae feels there is anything other than friendship in the picture, it is hard to gain her trust, and even when it has been attained, most find it hard to know whether Fae has truly accepted someone’s loyalty. She doesn’t feel comfortable in relationships, and since her most serious one ended badly, she’s tried to avoid any of the intimate kind. Faelan tends to be rather sarcastic when angered, though is generally calm and patient. It takes a lot to trigger her temper, but if she’s mad, she’s REALLY mad, and one would best watch out.
History:
All in all, Faelan has lived a pretty normal life. If the definition of ‘normal’ includes being the Downworlder child of a famous Shadowhunter, changing into a wolf one a month (or at will), and being part of what is possibly the most confusing family tree ever.
Fae was the second child of Luke and Jocelyn Garroway, and the only of Jocelyn’s three children who turned out not to be a Nephilim. Inheriting her father’s gene, Faelan is one of the only born lycanthropes in her generation. Not that her parents were without a sense of humour about the fact that their youngest daughter was born the day before a full moon, and proved to be a werewolf before they even had a chance to name her, of course not. They took the irony into account when they finally settled on a name for her – Faelan, Gaelic for “little wolf”.
Fae learned from an early age how to deal with her lycanthropy, and that she wasn’t the same as her siblings. Her sister Clary, the elder by seventeen years, was an amazing Shadowhunter who had children close enough in age to her that her nieces and nephews may as well have been her younger siblings. Her brother, the elder by only one year, never had to deal with being a werewolf, and he was their parent’s golden boy.
Fae never felt like she was good enough to be in league with her siblings, parents, or any other relatives. So, if she couldn’t be perfect, she would settle for being popular instead. Starting in middle school, Fae managed to fall in with the “it crowd”. She and her friends reigned supreme throughout middle and high school. The girls were the varsity cheerleaders, the guys were on the football team, and Fae always had at least three parties to attend per weekend.
Fae starting dating one of her friends at the end of sophomore year, and they went steady until their anniversary, two years later. The date fell on a full moon, and her boyfriend got drunk before the night had even begun. When she tried to leave, he got angry and violent, and Faelan wound up transforming in front of him. She broke up with him the next morning, and her friends decided his stories of her turning into a wolf were poppycock formed by a possessive and hallucinating ex.
Since then, Fae tends to socialize mainly within her own pack or other Downworlders, especially now that she’s out of high school, and she’s extremely careful about what men she lets get close to her.
Likes:
- Odd relatives.
- Her pack and her species.
-Being considered an adult at sixteen.
- Chinese food.
- Irony.
Dislikes:
- Hostile vamps.
- Having her heart broken.
- Being half Shadowhunter and half werewolf, and being not-so-welcome in the former society.
- Silver jewlery, and the expectation to wear it when people buy it for her.
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[/color] JUST A SECOND[/b][/color]it’s my favorite song they’re gonna play and i cannot text you with a drink in my hand eh
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[/i]He wasn’t disgusted or appalled! Lorcan hitched an even breath, glancing down at the floor. His best friend, the person he loved only second to his twin, actually sounded pleased ! Pleased that Lorcan was gay, pleased that Lorcan was trying to kiss him (well, he hoped).
name/alias. Sasha
experience. Almost four years.
factoid. I hate Rose Tyler. One time I had a dream about fighting with her over the Doctor’s love, and I won. Huzzah!
codeword. ADMIN EDIT.
sample.The following is from a Next Gen. Harry Potter site where I play the amazing and love-struck Lorcan Scamander.
This was an amazing moment. Lorcan felt as if he couldn’t breathe, weightless and floating. It wasn’t as if Felix had kissed him back or anything, of course not. Just because they were both gay, and Lorcan loved the other boy with all his heart, that didn’t mean Felix felt the same way. It was barely more than a brush of their lips before Felix jerked back. But then – then, something Lorcan could never have dreamed would happen happened. Felix uttered a single word that set Lorcan’s heart aflutter once again. “Really?”
It felt as if imaginary cogs and gear were whirring in Lorcan’s head, loud enough for Felix, tantalizingly close, to hear. What if Felix reciprocated his feelings? What if—and then it hit him. Lysander. What would Lysander say? How could his brother, his twin, his other half, possibly react? Would he see this as a betrayal? Something sick, or morally wrong? What if his brother never wanted anything to do with him again, because he was in love with their best friend? Then he looked back up at Felix, into his gorgeous face, and all concerns were gone. Had he said something else, something Lorcan had missed, that he was supposed to reply to? Pulling back the thought of Felix’s last question, Lorcan smiled.
“No, you prat. Of course not.” Lorcan said sarcastically. “I’m a total homophobe, and I could never do this…” He leaned forward again, wrapping his arms around the slightly taller boy and leaned in to kiss him again. “Oh, Felix. I’ve wanted to tell you for three years! Couldn’t you have given me a single clue?”
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This character application was made by danger (aka pixified of caution 2.0). The lyrics are from the song “telephone”, which belongs to Lady Gaga. I don’t claim those. But all the rest is mine. Just because I didn’t post it on caution doesn’t make it not mine. Do not remove or edit this credit under any circumstances. Just don’t. I really don’t want to have to dig my shotgun out of the closet and come hunt you down for stealing all of my hard work.
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