Post by missy on Jan 8, 2010 21:22:42 GMT -5
Name: Demetra Rose Hepburn
Gender: Female
Age: Twenty
Appearance: Demetra has light blonde hair, which is really her "highlight" because it's surprisingly natural. Her eyes are a pale "powder blue" and her face is heart shaped. Her frame is petite, standing only about 5'1, but she has a toned body from all the ballet she's been taking... no pain no gain. She's got a curved form, but is not gifted in the bum or bust, and has long limbs. Her feet are on the small side, yet her hands are large. She generally wears blacks and greys, and doesn't smile much, making her seem like a sort of gloomy person, but she's not. Bright colors do not appeal to her.
Personality: Demetra is a strong willed person who may seem quiet at first, but is actually quite the spitfire once you get to know her. She's generally in a good mood, though it may not seem like it, considering she doesn't smile much and has a very sarcastic way of talking... but you'll know when she's peeved. She's a little hothead because of how defensive she is, and is very untrusting and suspicious of everyone. She hates stereotypes and hates conforming to what everyone else is doing. Her tendency to be very blunt and open about how she feels about someone makes some people dislike her, but others admire her for her honesty. Despite her tough outer shell, she's inwardly very imaginative and free spirited, and is the sort to still play dress up, having a very youthful side about her.
Biography: Demetra grew up in a fairly nice family, who weren't poor but weren't rich... but she had an older sister who was drop dead gorgeous once puberty hit her. So, her parents pushed her into modeling, and focused mainly on her. Demetra didn't get to do dance lessons like she wanted so her parents could fund moving to LA to get her sister more into modeling. She never had family at her theatrical performances. She also was constantly ignored about signing papers, but was also restricted in the things she could do so the family looked Beaver Cleaver perfect. Demetra was very happy to move to the states, and has been working at an amusement park for the last two years. While her sister has been getting hooked on illegal substances back in London, Demetra has been making money and preforming in plays as much as she can, trying to do all the things she never got to do before.
How they were recruited:
"Hello Demetra."
She blinked at the man standing in front of her, raising an eyebrow as she scanned him, curiously, then said, with a nod.
"Hellloooo there..."
It wasn't every day that a man stood by her car, waiting for her. He was obviously waiting for her, because he'd perked up when he found her approaching. She dared not get too close, though... she wasn't that stupid.
"Um... If you're selling something?" she said, eyeing his suit, "I'm not buying. Sorry... now if you'll excuse me.."
She took a step towards her car, but his hand shot out, stopping her in mid step. She glared at the hand, then at him, pressing her lips together.
"You know, I can scream pretty loud."
"I don't doubt you can." he replied, very gently, "But who will hear you?"
The thought hit her dead in the chest, and her smirk faded, eyes darting around a moment. She'd left late. No one else was there...
No one for miles...
"...Look, I know karate..."
"No you don't."
"Oh yeah, well how can you prove that, huh? You don't know me."
This time the man smirked. He folded his arms very slowly, the stepped forward, bending at the waist so they were eye to eye.
"I know everything about you, Demetra Rose Hepburn. Every single detail... five feet one inch, pale blue eyes, mother is Persephone Hepburn, a Greek mythology nerd, father is Viktor Hepburn, a banker. Your sister Athena is a crack head baby doll... a model... doing much, much better than you monetarily and popularity... and on gaining your parents affections. I bet yo-"
Demetra shoved the man hard, feeling a snap in her temper and control. Her British accent got heavier as she shrieked.
"Shut up! You shut up about my family and my sister! I don't care about her, or them, or you!"
He held up his hand again, but he earned yet another shove.
"Get your hand out of my face!"
"Do you want to beat her?"
She stopped, blinking at him for a moment, then took a step back.
"Look... if this is about prostitution, I'm not interested. That's basically the route my sister took..."
"Oh no... this is about you. The government wants you for a very, very important task..." a smirk spread over his lips, "If you're intersted"
Demetra was frozen in place. She eyed the man for a moment, then folded her arms, glaring defensively at him... but she softly said:
"...I'm listening."
Preferred Job: Veterinary clinic
First morph: A white fox. The zoo brought in a white fox that was sick one day, and it was her job to take care of it. So, she did, and got more and more curious about her power. Finally, she decided her first morph was to be a fox simply because she didn't want to be some ordinary dog or cat first, and one day when she'd managed to hide out until close, she got the power and transformed into one.
Gender: Female
Age: Twenty
Appearance: Demetra has light blonde hair, which is really her "highlight" because it's surprisingly natural. Her eyes are a pale "powder blue" and her face is heart shaped. Her frame is petite, standing only about 5'1, but she has a toned body from all the ballet she's been taking... no pain no gain. She's got a curved form, but is not gifted in the bum or bust, and has long limbs. Her feet are on the small side, yet her hands are large. She generally wears blacks and greys, and doesn't smile much, making her seem like a sort of gloomy person, but she's not. Bright colors do not appeal to her.
Personality: Demetra is a strong willed person who may seem quiet at first, but is actually quite the spitfire once you get to know her. She's generally in a good mood, though it may not seem like it, considering she doesn't smile much and has a very sarcastic way of talking... but you'll know when she's peeved. She's a little hothead because of how defensive she is, and is very untrusting and suspicious of everyone. She hates stereotypes and hates conforming to what everyone else is doing. Her tendency to be very blunt and open about how she feels about someone makes some people dislike her, but others admire her for her honesty. Despite her tough outer shell, she's inwardly very imaginative and free spirited, and is the sort to still play dress up, having a very youthful side about her.
Biography: Demetra grew up in a fairly nice family, who weren't poor but weren't rich... but she had an older sister who was drop dead gorgeous once puberty hit her. So, her parents pushed her into modeling, and focused mainly on her. Demetra didn't get to do dance lessons like she wanted so her parents could fund moving to LA to get her sister more into modeling. She never had family at her theatrical performances. She also was constantly ignored about signing papers, but was also restricted in the things she could do so the family looked Beaver Cleaver perfect. Demetra was very happy to move to the states, and has been working at an amusement park for the last two years. While her sister has been getting hooked on illegal substances back in London, Demetra has been making money and preforming in plays as much as she can, trying to do all the things she never got to do before.
How they were recruited:
"Hello Demetra."
She blinked at the man standing in front of her, raising an eyebrow as she scanned him, curiously, then said, with a nod.
"Hellloooo there..."
It wasn't every day that a man stood by her car, waiting for her. He was obviously waiting for her, because he'd perked up when he found her approaching. She dared not get too close, though... she wasn't that stupid.
"Um... If you're selling something?" she said, eyeing his suit, "I'm not buying. Sorry... now if you'll excuse me.."
She took a step towards her car, but his hand shot out, stopping her in mid step. She glared at the hand, then at him, pressing her lips together.
"You know, I can scream pretty loud."
"I don't doubt you can." he replied, very gently, "But who will hear you?"
The thought hit her dead in the chest, and her smirk faded, eyes darting around a moment. She'd left late. No one else was there...
No one for miles...
"...Look, I know karate..."
"No you don't."
"Oh yeah, well how can you prove that, huh? You don't know me."
This time the man smirked. He folded his arms very slowly, the stepped forward, bending at the waist so they were eye to eye.
"I know everything about you, Demetra Rose Hepburn. Every single detail... five feet one inch, pale blue eyes, mother is Persephone Hepburn, a Greek mythology nerd, father is Viktor Hepburn, a banker. Your sister Athena is a crack head baby doll... a model... doing much, much better than you monetarily and popularity... and on gaining your parents affections. I bet yo-"
Demetra shoved the man hard, feeling a snap in her temper and control. Her British accent got heavier as she shrieked.
"Shut up! You shut up about my family and my sister! I don't care about her, or them, or you!"
He held up his hand again, but he earned yet another shove.
"Get your hand out of my face!"
"Do you want to beat her?"
She stopped, blinking at him for a moment, then took a step back.
"Look... if this is about prostitution, I'm not interested. That's basically the route my sister took..."
"Oh no... this is about you. The government wants you for a very, very important task..." a smirk spread over his lips, "If you're intersted"
Demetra was frozen in place. She eyed the man for a moment, then folded her arms, glaring defensively at him... but she softly said:
"...I'm listening."
Preferred Job: Veterinary clinic
First morph: A white fox. The zoo brought in a white fox that was sick one day, and it was her job to take care of it. So, she did, and got more and more curious about her power. Finally, she decided her first morph was to be a fox simply because she didn't want to be some ordinary dog or cat first, and one day when she'd managed to hide out until close, she got the power and transformed into one.