Post by mccormick on Nov 4, 2012 19:49:46 GMT -5
Celebrity Used: Bridget Regan
Ghost Tag: ~*~ Every Kitty Has Its Claws ~*~
Name: Emma McCormick
Age:27
Birth Date:March 2
Height:5'6"
Weight:136
Eye Color:Blue
Hair Color:Brown
Hometown: Caer Llywelydd, Scotland
Relatives:Father: Aleric (deceased), Mother: Storm (deceased)
Demeanor:
Religion:none
Profession:
Species: Were-tiger
One of the rarest forms of lycanthropes. There are only four clans of tigers within the United States. They all keep to themselves. Their culture is also divided about purebloods, inherited lycanthropes, and attacked. Being given tiger lycanthropy is seen as a reward for a job well done. They think it is a sin to give it to someone not worthy. Tiger lycanthropy is one of the harder-to-catch strains. It is also one of the few that can be inherited, as well as caught. Tigers tend not to announce they are infected and entire families may stay in "the closet." Tigers have forced their clan members to marry other clan members, sometimes to keep the strain amongst themselves. Most have arranged marriages, they have been known to abduct known tigers, if an arranged marriage cannot be done. They are also a matriarchal (led by a woman/queen) society, unlike most of the other lycanthrope societies which are patriarchal (Led by a male/king).
Level:Strong Moderate
Special Abilities / Powers:
Super Speed: All lycanthropes are extremely fast and can run faster than the human eye can see. They can equal or even outrun vampires in their speed, depending on their age. Like vampires, they grow more powerful with age.
Super Strength: Lycanthropes' strength appears to depend somewhat on their actual size and somewhat on their level of supernatural power. Their strength is on par with vampires and they are fully able to fight off and even overpower them. Their strength is lesser in their human form, though they are still far stronger than humans.
Super Endurance: Lycanthropes can recover from almost any wound other than that caused by silver weapons. They can even regrow lost limbs and critical bodly parts, Rashida was able to regenerate his entire arm, and Richard Zeeman is able to recover from having his throat literally torn out.
SuperSenses: Lycanthropes have extremely acute senses, even in human form. Richard could "smell" emotions or lies. Sometimes humans being anxious changes the smell of a person and perhaps that is what the lycanthropes smell. Nathaniel could hear a person's heart beat or the blood moving in the body, even in human form.
General Moderate Lycanthrope Powers
• Control Change in Self:
With this ability, the lycanthrope is able to control and keep themselves from shifting during situations of strong emotions, anger, and fear, holding the shift back or staving it off completely until it is convenient for them to shape-shift. Using this power gets increasingly more difficult the closer to the full moon it is. On the night of the full moon, the shifter cannot fully hold back the change and must shift; this power allows them to choose the time and place is all. NOTE: Having this ability does not counter act the alpha power to control the shift of a lycanthrope. Any moderate or strong moderate lycanthrope will possess this ability.
Strong Moderate Lycanthrope Powers
• No Shift-Coma (Stong Moderate Only):
A normal lycanthrope once shifted must stay that way for 8-10 Hours, and then when they shift back to their normal form, most lycanthropes are unconscious in what is called a "Shift-Coma". This is just a natural process of the body readjusting to the strain and overcoming exhaustion. A shifter with this power does not experience the shift coma. All strong moderate lycanthropes will possess this power.
• Shields(Strong Moderate Only):
Shields allow lycans to protect themselves from presence, psychic, and aura powers – this is not a physical ability. The strength of these shields depends on both the raw power and discipline of the lycanthrope in question. Full shields create a "blind-spot" in a searching person's ability to sense – imagine seeing a group of people and one of them looks as if they have been edited out. You might not know what that person is, but you would know someone was there shielding. All strong moderate lycanthropes will possess this power to some degree – shield "strength" varies.
History:
Emma was born in Caer Llywelydd acrossed the Solway Firth from Galloway Scotland. Her parents where Storm MacKeltar and Aleric McCormick who had served the King Macbeth well and had been rewarded as such.Her childhood could only be described as a typical one for the time period, though she had made sure to cause her fair share of trouble being the only child, and not taking to the lessons planned out by her mother to help her "progress" up the ladder of life. She preferred to learn what the boys and men where learning. She would sneak out of the castle to follow the men out on hunts or when they surveyed the land until one night when she was about sixteen years of age. The moon was full that night it was the first since her birthday and everyone seemed more fussy since then she couldnt wait for the freedom outside the walls. As the days had inched closer she had begun to get the feeling more and more that the walls where closing in around her. That night her parents had locked her in her room like she was some prisoner in her own home. She couldnt take it she had to get out, she had paced the room for hours until she decided to climb out through the window. she took the sheets from the bed and the drapes from the windows adn tied them together before fixing one end to the large bed and flinging the other out the window she looked down and nearly lost her nerve before she forced herself to continue. she carefully scaled the slick stone wall praying not to fall or be seen the entire time. When she landed on the ground she hurried to the shadows of the walls and hurried to an exit she had discovered a few weeks ago hoping her fathers men had not yet found it and sealed it up. To her relief it had not been sealed and she had slipped through unnoticed, or so she had thought.
It was the night that changed her life and her perception of everything around her. At first she was relieved to be outside the walls the air seemed to be lighter and each breath she took seemed to rejuvinate her she moved into the forest surrounding the castle staying close enough to keep sight of it incase anything were to happen she wanted to be able to get back quickly, after all even in ones lands you werent always safe not these days talk of war and thieves ran rampet along with talks of creatures that stalked the night and witches that did horrible things to you, though for the most part she chalked the stories up to tall tales parents told their children to get them to behave. Then the pain set in forcing her to stumble at first before she collapsed onto the ground and scream in agony. It had felt like something was trying to claw and break out of her at the same time some thing or someone that she couldnt see was beating her with a club to break every bone in her body. She had closed her eyes tight to try and block out the pain make it go away when a familar voice broke her concentration. It was her father he had seen her sneak out, no she wasnt ready to go back even in this pain she didnt want to be locked away. She opened her eyes though they werent her eyes they where that of a cat and looking back at her though it was her father his eyes did not seem normal either. Her body jerked and arched as the pain increased tears rolled down her cheeks as she screamed her body feeling like it was being ripped into a million pieces at the same time being crushed and forced back together it took hours before her transformation completed itself. When her last scream of pain flowed into roar of pain before she collapsed completely on the forest floor unconcious and she shifted painlessly back to her human form. Her father covered her naked form with a blanket he brought when he followed her into the forest, then carried her back into the castle the same way she had taken to get out but moved into the castle proper through the servants enterance and up the back stairs to her room before ordering a bath for her and that she be dressed for bed. The next morning, brought more questions then answers but was also the beginning of a new life and her teachings had changed dramatically from how to be a proper wife and lady to how to control what she was and the beast inside her.
The years passed her mother fell ill one winter with a fever that took her from the family. Over the next few months things seemed to be getting worse instead of better. Macbeth had been killed, his stepson had not survived much longer after that. And the new king had decided that her father was now and enemy for her refusal to marry him. Though none had thought it would ever come to this. The battle for her home was not a quick one but was much to quick for her liking they had lost and her father had been murdered his head stuck onto a stake posted on the wall for everyone to see. A few had helped her escape, with a horse she had trained since he had been a colt and very few supplies but it was clear that Scotland was not safe for her so she fled south on a boat with what little money she had been able to take with her towards Ireland.
Ghost Tag: ~*~ Every Kitty Has Its Claws ~*~
Name: Emma McCormick
Age:27
Birth Date:March 2
Height:5'6"
Weight:136
Eye Color:Blue
Hair Color:Brown
Hometown: Caer Llywelydd, Scotland
Relatives:Father: Aleric (deceased), Mother: Storm (deceased)
Demeanor:
Religion:none
Profession:
Species: Were-tiger
One of the rarest forms of lycanthropes. There are only four clans of tigers within the United States. They all keep to themselves. Their culture is also divided about purebloods, inherited lycanthropes, and attacked. Being given tiger lycanthropy is seen as a reward for a job well done. They think it is a sin to give it to someone not worthy. Tiger lycanthropy is one of the harder-to-catch strains. It is also one of the few that can be inherited, as well as caught. Tigers tend not to announce they are infected and entire families may stay in "the closet." Tigers have forced their clan members to marry other clan members, sometimes to keep the strain amongst themselves. Most have arranged marriages, they have been known to abduct known tigers, if an arranged marriage cannot be done. They are also a matriarchal (led by a woman/queen) society, unlike most of the other lycanthrope societies which are patriarchal (Led by a male/king).
Level:Strong Moderate
Special Abilities / Powers:
Super Speed: All lycanthropes are extremely fast and can run faster than the human eye can see. They can equal or even outrun vampires in their speed, depending on their age. Like vampires, they grow more powerful with age.
Super Strength: Lycanthropes' strength appears to depend somewhat on their actual size and somewhat on their level of supernatural power. Their strength is on par with vampires and they are fully able to fight off and even overpower them. Their strength is lesser in their human form, though they are still far stronger than humans.
Super Endurance: Lycanthropes can recover from almost any wound other than that caused by silver weapons. They can even regrow lost limbs and critical bodly parts, Rashida was able to regenerate his entire arm, and Richard Zeeman is able to recover from having his throat literally torn out.
SuperSenses: Lycanthropes have extremely acute senses, even in human form. Richard could "smell" emotions or lies. Sometimes humans being anxious changes the smell of a person and perhaps that is what the lycanthropes smell. Nathaniel could hear a person's heart beat or the blood moving in the body, even in human form.
General Moderate Lycanthrope Powers
• Control Change in Self:
With this ability, the lycanthrope is able to control and keep themselves from shifting during situations of strong emotions, anger, and fear, holding the shift back or staving it off completely until it is convenient for them to shape-shift. Using this power gets increasingly more difficult the closer to the full moon it is. On the night of the full moon, the shifter cannot fully hold back the change and must shift; this power allows them to choose the time and place is all. NOTE: Having this ability does not counter act the alpha power to control the shift of a lycanthrope. Any moderate or strong moderate lycanthrope will possess this ability.
Strong Moderate Lycanthrope Powers
• No Shift-Coma (Stong Moderate Only):
A normal lycanthrope once shifted must stay that way for 8-10 Hours, and then when they shift back to their normal form, most lycanthropes are unconscious in what is called a "Shift-Coma". This is just a natural process of the body readjusting to the strain and overcoming exhaustion. A shifter with this power does not experience the shift coma. All strong moderate lycanthropes will possess this power.
• Shields(Strong Moderate Only):
Shields allow lycans to protect themselves from presence, psychic, and aura powers – this is not a physical ability. The strength of these shields depends on both the raw power and discipline of the lycanthrope in question. Full shields create a "blind-spot" in a searching person's ability to sense – imagine seeing a group of people and one of them looks as if they have been edited out. You might not know what that person is, but you would know someone was there shielding. All strong moderate lycanthropes will possess this power to some degree – shield "strength" varies.
History:
Emma was born in Caer Llywelydd acrossed the Solway Firth from Galloway Scotland. Her parents where Storm MacKeltar and Aleric McCormick who had served the King Macbeth well and had been rewarded as such.Her childhood could only be described as a typical one for the time period, though she had made sure to cause her fair share of trouble being the only child, and not taking to the lessons planned out by her mother to help her "progress" up the ladder of life. She preferred to learn what the boys and men where learning. She would sneak out of the castle to follow the men out on hunts or when they surveyed the land until one night when she was about sixteen years of age. The moon was full that night it was the first since her birthday and everyone seemed more fussy since then she couldnt wait for the freedom outside the walls. As the days had inched closer she had begun to get the feeling more and more that the walls where closing in around her. That night her parents had locked her in her room like she was some prisoner in her own home. She couldnt take it she had to get out, she had paced the room for hours until she decided to climb out through the window. she took the sheets from the bed and the drapes from the windows adn tied them together before fixing one end to the large bed and flinging the other out the window she looked down and nearly lost her nerve before she forced herself to continue. she carefully scaled the slick stone wall praying not to fall or be seen the entire time. When she landed on the ground she hurried to the shadows of the walls and hurried to an exit she had discovered a few weeks ago hoping her fathers men had not yet found it and sealed it up. To her relief it had not been sealed and she had slipped through unnoticed, or so she had thought.
It was the night that changed her life and her perception of everything around her. At first she was relieved to be outside the walls the air seemed to be lighter and each breath she took seemed to rejuvinate her she moved into the forest surrounding the castle staying close enough to keep sight of it incase anything were to happen she wanted to be able to get back quickly, after all even in ones lands you werent always safe not these days talk of war and thieves ran rampet along with talks of creatures that stalked the night and witches that did horrible things to you, though for the most part she chalked the stories up to tall tales parents told their children to get them to behave. Then the pain set in forcing her to stumble at first before she collapsed onto the ground and scream in agony. It had felt like something was trying to claw and break out of her at the same time some thing or someone that she couldnt see was beating her with a club to break every bone in her body. She had closed her eyes tight to try and block out the pain make it go away when a familar voice broke her concentration. It was her father he had seen her sneak out, no she wasnt ready to go back even in this pain she didnt want to be locked away. She opened her eyes though they werent her eyes they where that of a cat and looking back at her though it was her father his eyes did not seem normal either. Her body jerked and arched as the pain increased tears rolled down her cheeks as she screamed her body feeling like it was being ripped into a million pieces at the same time being crushed and forced back together it took hours before her transformation completed itself. When her last scream of pain flowed into roar of pain before she collapsed completely on the forest floor unconcious and she shifted painlessly back to her human form. Her father covered her naked form with a blanket he brought when he followed her into the forest, then carried her back into the castle the same way she had taken to get out but moved into the castle proper through the servants enterance and up the back stairs to her room before ordering a bath for her and that she be dressed for bed. The next morning, brought more questions then answers but was also the beginning of a new life and her teachings had changed dramatically from how to be a proper wife and lady to how to control what she was and the beast inside her.
The years passed her mother fell ill one winter with a fever that took her from the family. Over the next few months things seemed to be getting worse instead of better. Macbeth had been killed, his stepson had not survived much longer after that. And the new king had decided that her father was now and enemy for her refusal to marry him. Though none had thought it would ever come to this. The battle for her home was not a quick one but was much to quick for her liking they had lost and her father had been murdered his head stuck onto a stake posted on the wall for everyone to see. A few had helped her escape, with a horse she had trained since he had been a colt and very few supplies but it was clear that Scotland was not safe for her so she fled south on a boat with what little money she had been able to take with her towards Ireland.