RedWaters - Fell

1) Character's Name: Juliet Snowdon
2) Character's Age: Twenty-four
3) Character's Gender: Female
4) Character's Face Claim: Barbara Palvin
5) Character's Race: Lycanthrope / Keelut hybrid
6) What Age were they turned: N/A [Born]
7) Character's Parents: Alison Snowdon (Lycanthrope - Deceased ), Father is unknown (Keelut)
8) Rank Preferred?: Please note that Betas have to be earned. Deltas as well. And if I do not feel your character fits in that rank, I will either pick one or ask you for another option.
9) Personality Traits: Intelligent, Social, Caring, Stubborn, Strict, Sarcastic, Loyal, Brave & Humorous.
10) What should we know about your character?:
11) Your Timezone: Central (I travel for work so it varies from time to time.)
12) Your Activity Level: 9 (Normally online every day. Sometimes if I'm busy I'll be around during the night.)

13) Post Sample:

The dark under the trees is filled with lightning bugs and because she was in one of those strange moods she started to think she had found one of the hollows where the life of the world is created. There is light on the field still, a late light, bluish-gray, clear as water, but in the dark circle of shadow under the oaks transformations take place; small, accurate, invested points of light shiver and rise wavering above the thin grass. She was in one of those moods when she needed this, this regenerative, tangibly formed coinage, this dream or perception of the mixing vats of the earth making out of nothing small light that might continue to grow and change, become substantial.

The world of this field, sloping to a small black pond under trees, is empty just now; on the side of the low mountain before me the constructed lights of houses come on and shine like gold jackets thrown up into the trees. It is spring and the breeze carries its mix of summer and spring and the hint of dew that is not so much carried as woven into the slippage of air; purplish clouds, thinned nearly to haze, pile against the western rim. She had known this mood before, and it comes sought but unbidden.

Like a shy child, it does not approach; the lightning bugs do not translate themselves into negotiable forms; a human hand, the voice of a loved one. To become known one must become unknown; the way out, she had learned, is through. But she did not know the names of the trees that are just now carefully laying their long shadows across the body of the pond. The shadows will lie on the surface of the water all night, indistinguishable from darkness. It is not a matter of being saved. She knew this.

Air slipped in passed the parted soft lips of the female, blue optics cast up towards the twinkling starlit sky --- scattered dark clouds floating slowly in front of the mood to shield its illuminating light but only fora second or two before the rays shot down onto the water below. It almost looked as though the pond was glowing, almost like the lightning bugs that flickered out in their own language to one another. Stiff shoulders rolled forward all the while her slim form knelt, knees bent and her body teetering backwards until her rear hit lightly against the cool grass. Legs were drawn to her chest and arms slowly slipped around in a rather comfortable fashion. She'd even go as far as to rest her chin right at the tops of her knees. Content. That's how she felt. Everything was so peaceful. A moment without chaos of some sort was something she longed for on a daily basis an when the time did come around she welcomed it with open arms. With the slight breeze of the spring night, she would breath in lightly through her nose; the air filling her lungs only to then be pushed right back out passed those lips of hers.Eyes closed half way before falling completely shut, and there, Juliet would enjoy the night; even as the wind picked up and blew strands of her dark blond/light brown hair against her pale cheeks; a slight tickled feeling washing over her being.RE