Post by Tinsley Asani on Feb 26, 2012 0:15:01 GMT -5
wake me up inside;;[/color]
save me from the dark ;;[/color]
The only child of a steelworker and a homemaker that did her damndest to outdo Martha Stewart, Tinsley was raised on the outskirts of Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania leading the double life that many shape shifters are forced to lead. First, the human seeming; she was popular enough in school, one could suppose, although she wasn't ever elected prom queen or any of that nonsense. Her grades were in the B to C range, and theater was her after-school activity of choice. Working after school at a local pharmacy as a cashier, the only odd point about her social life was that she wasn't ever really interested in dating or going out on the weekends. Claiming that she was out of town every weekend to help a nonexistent uncle, those that didn't know the truth about what she was left it alone.
As for the felinethrope side of things, the Asanis were very much the odd ones out - considering that they were the only feline family involved in the Three Rivers Pack due to sheer necessity, that's no real surprise. This lead to Tinsley being the most picked target for bullying and picking on when she was younger, but once she got old enough to develop that wicked sense of humor and a creative outlook on pranking... that changed in a hurry. It also didn't hurt that she was one of the few females coming of age in her pack at the time, and easily the most attractive out of the three. (For comparison; Sophia suffered from an unfortunate overbite, and Elizabeth was the sort of ugly that one would associate with a mud fence post.) It was this that lead to the night that Tinsley struck out on her own, disowning her pack...
It was her eighteenth birthday, as it often is with tales like hers, that her father picked her up from school early as was tradition. What wasn't expected was the news that he gave her on the way home; to solidify his position in the pack, he had agreed to give her to the brutish jerk that was the alpha's son. Despondent at the news, sadness found itself turning to anger as she found herself bristling at the thought of being stuck with someone that she loathed. That night, she was forced to put on a white sun dress of some itchy material covered in lace before being carted to the home of the alpha for the mating ceremony... but it didn't go to plan. Instead of going along with the status quo, Tinsley lashed out with fingers and nails that quickly became paws and claws, shredding the face of the male that would have made her life a living Hell. Her escape was successful, although she did suffer a swipe along her left haunch from her enraged father as she made her way into the woods, losing her pursuers after taking to the very water that she had loved as a child.
Roughly five years have passed since then. In that time, Tinsley has been a bit of a lone wolf (no pun intended), travelling further and further from her hometown as she put the past behind her. Ultimately, she finds herself in Ireland on a whim. The presence of vampires and shape shifters both are of little concern to her... so far.[/center]
bid my blood to run ;;[/color]
before I come undone ;;[/color]
save me from the nothing I've become;;[/color]
Of all the times to just smile and nod instead of paying attention to one of her coworkers at the diner, Tinsley just had to choose to zone out when she was being asked if she'd be willing to go on a blind date with the cook's younger brother. No amount of backpedalling or feigning sudden stomach flu had been able to get her out of it, and not showing up wasn't an option since the last thing she needed was for her orders to magically come out wrong... so that left her only one option. Thankfully, the date had been arranged at a dive bar on the outskirts of Forks so she hadn’t been expected to dress up for it – not that she would have anyway, truth be told.
Purposely arriving fifteen minutes late, the cougar’s eyes flicker from face to face as she makes her way into the smoky club on karaoke night. At least she fit in with the crowd for the most part, her usual old jeans and sneakers paired with a long-sleeved navy blue shirt that asked just what the son of God would do for a Klondike bar. Some overweight yokel was absolutely slaying ‘Free Bird’, something that almost made her turn right back around and leave... but before she could, said flannel-wearing idiot had caught sight of her, mercifully stopping his butchering of an old classic in favor of coming right up to her and hauling her into a hug.
“Whoo-wee! You’ve got to be the purdiest thing I ever did see... so you’ve got to be Tinsley. Got any questions for me, baby? I’m just itchin to get to know you...”
Choking back vomit at the overwhelming stench of sweat and stale cigarettes, the blond is none too gentle when she shoves him back – it’s a miracle that she manages to remember to hold back some, as repulsed as she was with him. Hell, it’s hard to keep herself from snarling at him! Exhaling hard to chase out the remnants of his odor, Tinsley’s irritation at the situation and at the stranger that had tried to smother her to death amongst his fat do a fine job of slipping the proverbial muzzle off of her sense of humor... and with the way her mood had nosedived in a hurry, she wasn’t about to play nice.
"When're you gonna' get the rest of your teeth off layaway?"
...yeah, this was going to go really well...
- Character Name: Tinsley Leigh Asani.
- Nicknames: Tins, Tinny, Blondie, Kitty, Catnip, Scratching Post-- the list, it doth go on!
- Age: 23.
- Date Of Birth: December 3rd.
- Species: Cougar shapeshifter.
- Ability (If applicable): ...uh... beyond turning into a cougar-- the animal, mind, not a woman like Demi Moore? Tinsley seems to be blessed with the ability to get right underneath someone's skin and piss them right off...although that's not so much an ability as just something she's good at.
- Pack/Coven (If applicable): Nomad.
- Marital Status (Includes name of Significant other): Single.
- Celebrity Claim: Jamie King.
save me from the dark ;;[/color]
The only child of a steelworker and a homemaker that did her damndest to outdo Martha Stewart, Tinsley was raised on the outskirts of Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania leading the double life that many shape shifters are forced to lead. First, the human seeming; she was popular enough in school, one could suppose, although she wasn't ever elected prom queen or any of that nonsense. Her grades were in the B to C range, and theater was her after-school activity of choice. Working after school at a local pharmacy as a cashier, the only odd point about her social life was that she wasn't ever really interested in dating or going out on the weekends. Claiming that she was out of town every weekend to help a nonexistent uncle, those that didn't know the truth about what she was left it alone.
As for the felinethrope side of things, the Asanis were very much the odd ones out - considering that they were the only feline family involved in the Three Rivers Pack due to sheer necessity, that's no real surprise. This lead to Tinsley being the most picked target for bullying and picking on when she was younger, but once she got old enough to develop that wicked sense of humor and a creative outlook on pranking... that changed in a hurry. It also didn't hurt that she was one of the few females coming of age in her pack at the time, and easily the most attractive out of the three. (For comparison; Sophia suffered from an unfortunate overbite, and Elizabeth was the sort of ugly that one would associate with a mud fence post.) It was this that lead to the night that Tinsley struck out on her own, disowning her pack...
It was her eighteenth birthday, as it often is with tales like hers, that her father picked her up from school early as was tradition. What wasn't expected was the news that he gave her on the way home; to solidify his position in the pack, he had agreed to give her to the brutish jerk that was the alpha's son. Despondent at the news, sadness found itself turning to anger as she found herself bristling at the thought of being stuck with someone that she loathed. That night, she was forced to put on a white sun dress of some itchy material covered in lace before being carted to the home of the alpha for the mating ceremony... but it didn't go to plan. Instead of going along with the status quo, Tinsley lashed out with fingers and nails that quickly became paws and claws, shredding the face of the male that would have made her life a living Hell. Her escape was successful, although she did suffer a swipe along her left haunch from her enraged father as she made her way into the woods, losing her pursuers after taking to the very water that she had loved as a child.
Roughly five years have passed since then. In that time, Tinsley has been a bit of a lone wolf (no pun intended), travelling further and further from her hometown as she put the past behind her. Ultimately, she finds herself in Ireland on a whim. The presence of vampires and shape shifters both are of little concern to her... so far.
bid my blood to run ;;[/color]
There's… not really anyone that's important to Tinsley, not anymore. Her inept political climber of a father and her spineless wench of a mother-- her thoughts, summed up with far less swear words than she'd actually use-- haven't been in her life for quite some time, and that's how she likes it. As for the rest of her former pack, well… as the odd cat out, the cougar never really got attached to any of them, either. About the only person of note is the alpha's son, Braeden Walker… and he's rotting away in some backwater grave after trying to forcibly become Tinsley's mate through ceremony rather than letting imprinting take its course. With all those issues?
It's no wonder that Tinsley's a loner.
[/center]It's no wonder that Tinsley's a loner.
before I come undone ;;[/color]
- Your Name: Kris.
- Your Age: 28.
- Experience In Rp'ing: ...a long, long time.
- How did you find us?: Heathyr dragged me here, kicking and screaming. (Except not really.)
- How can we contact you?: PMs are your best bet.
save me from the nothing I've become;;[/color]
Of all the times to just smile and nod instead of paying attention to one of her coworkers at the diner, Tinsley just had to choose to zone out when she was being asked if she'd be willing to go on a blind date with the cook's younger brother. No amount of backpedalling or feigning sudden stomach flu had been able to get her out of it, and not showing up wasn't an option since the last thing she needed was for her orders to magically come out wrong... so that left her only one option. Thankfully, the date had been arranged at a dive bar on the outskirts of Forks so she hadn’t been expected to dress up for it – not that she would have anyway, truth be told.
Purposely arriving fifteen minutes late, the cougar’s eyes flicker from face to face as she makes her way into the smoky club on karaoke night. At least she fit in with the crowd for the most part, her usual old jeans and sneakers paired with a long-sleeved navy blue shirt that asked just what the son of God would do for a Klondike bar. Some overweight yokel was absolutely slaying ‘Free Bird’, something that almost made her turn right back around and leave... but before she could, said flannel-wearing idiot had caught sight of her, mercifully stopping his butchering of an old classic in favor of coming right up to her and hauling her into a hug.
“Whoo-wee! You’ve got to be the purdiest thing I ever did see... so you’ve got to be Tinsley. Got any questions for me, baby? I’m just itchin to get to know you...”
Choking back vomit at the overwhelming stench of sweat and stale cigarettes, the blond is none too gentle when she shoves him back – it’s a miracle that she manages to remember to hold back some, as repulsed as she was with him. Hell, it’s hard to keep herself from snarling at him! Exhaling hard to chase out the remnants of his odor, Tinsley’s irritation at the situation and at the stranger that had tried to smother her to death amongst his fat do a fine job of slipping the proverbial muzzle off of her sense of humor... and with the way her mood had nosedived in a hurry, she wasn’t about to play nice.
"When're you gonna' get the rest of your teeth off layaway?"
...yeah, this was going to go really well...
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(C) to Rising Sun.
