Post by Serenity Harmon on Mar 17, 2012 17:58:11 GMT -5
wake me up inside;;[/color]
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save me from the dark ;;[/color]
Born Serenity Natalia Harmon on ninth of July 1990 to a werewolf mother and father that were both in the United States Marine corps, she spent a good most of her life moving from base to base being cared for by her mothers irresponsible younger sister Lila whilst she rarely got to see either of her parents.
During childhood it became apparent that she was like her parents, a werewolf, Trinity had inherited their condition and the condition that ran throughout her entire family and several of their friends, belonging to a family of wolves (Or more technically called a pack – all of whom lived on the base and were in the Corps too) provided her with a sense of belonging and comfort and made sure that she was never alone even if it felt like it. It was clear from an early age that they expected her to sign up too when she left school, it seemed to be the pack way.
In school though she had her problems, the phasing each month uncontrollably was taking it’s toll on her and her behaviour, she had problems with anger and paying attention but struggled through it anyway, she couldn’t let her pack down – they had a plan for her.
She struggled through it, every single year becoming harder than the year that had preceded it but she did it. She graduated High school an A student with a frazzled mind and no social life and joined the Marines. The fitness, the training… It all came easily to her but she hadn’t prepared herself for the horrors that she’d see because of the evils of humanity. At twenty, she was shot fourteen times and got medical leave to recover, not that she needed it.
By this point though she was a different person, someone harder than previously with a more sinister heart than should exist in a girl her age.
During her leave, she spent several months travelling around the USA simply to cure her boredom; the marines had made the young wolf restless and unable to stay in one place for too long. It was during this time that she had the unfortunate pleasure of meeting a man that changed everything she was simply by feeding her his own blood and the blood of a human girl that she never even met. The transition was a horrible thing that left her needing human blood where she hadn’t before. She began to resent herself; resent everything that she was and because of that she had to leave the life that she’d known her entire life. It was because of this that she’d chosen to fight, and for this reason that she ended up living in Ireland.
After trying to live a quiet life, avoiding her pack and her family she managed to find a flow for her life, find direction and happiness in the simple life that she’d come to live. She put her resentment and her anger aside, her years of training essentially being brought up as a soldier would always take it’s toll on her but she’d never again let it define her.
She took interest in alternative art, in music and building things that were constructive and beautiful, cooking to let her be creative but made it useful. Her vow to become her very own person seemed to be paying off. She became fun loving with an insatiable wild side and a more compassionate nature than she would have ever thought it possible for her to have. She became selfless, sweet and the reverse of the soldier that had taken a medical leave.
Everything that she’d become made her a new person, someone that for the first time in her life she actually liked/.[/center]
bid my blood to run ;;[/color]
before I come undone ;;[/color]
save me from the nothing I've become;;[/color]
Serenity smiled over her shoulder at the man in the bar as he ordered a drink. She held up a slender finger to let him know that she’d heard what he’d said and that she’d get to him in a moment. She was restocking the shelves because it had been a busy night; it always was around St. Patrick’s Day. She loved Ireland now, though when she’d moved here she’d disliked the place wholeheartedly because she was forced to come here. She’d joined a cause that she couldn’t see was destined to lose because she’d lost the life that she knew, compensating for what she didn’t even care for to start with had cost her everything, so now she was making the best of a terrible situation.
Since her move here she’d become a completely different person to who she was because who she was before was someone that she hated without even realizing it. She thought that the way she was raised had been normal, inexperienced in the world and the way that things outside of the pack collective worked she’d never seen anything abnormal in her emotionless lifestyle. Everyday was assigned some form of training, some form of school… There was no time for anything else. Since she’d moved though she was able to finally put her past to rest, the thing that she had originally thought had doomed her had in fact saved her from a fate way worse than she one that she’d actually lived through her entire life and become a person that actually cared, that actually had some redeeming qualities.
She’d taken up art as a hobby, or more an abstract version of art that she thoroughly enjoyed and used to vent her anger, she had a job working in a small bar and an apartment with a dog to go home to each night. She developed a love of walking, a love of the outdoors and finally started to see the beauty and innocence in life. She’d buried the old her behind walls, layers of protection and vowed that it would never again plague her days, but her nights were a different matter. She still had nightmares about the horrors she’d seen as a soldier and the horrors she’d had to endure as a child.
Her bright blue eyes now alight with wonder, with innocence and compassion once burned with determination, anger and resentment. She was glad though, glad that she’d finally become the person that she felt she was always destined to be even if it had been a painful journey to get here. She was riddled with regret whether she acknowledged it or not, but it would never again define her or rule her, who she was and who she’d become were two completely different people.
Going from someone intent on rules and the good of her pack above all else to being an abstract fun loving girl with a lust for life and an innocence that never had a place in her life when she was younger, Sera could finally say that she was happy, now all she had to do was find someone that could accept her past and present, someone that would love her even with her demons and her life would be complete, not that she could see that happening, who on earth would be able to understand that? She wasn’t even truly certain that she did half of the time which was why she’d chosen to become her very own version 2.0. She hadn’t changed when she looked at it from the right perspective; she’d simply been set free from a prison that was holding her back. Her 2.0 was the person she was always supposed to be.
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- Character Name: Serenity Natalia Harmon
- Nicknames: A bunch, lmfao! Sera, Ser.
- Age: 21
- Date Of Birth: 09-07-1990
- Species: Hybrid
- Ability (If applicable): N/A
- Pack/Coven (If applicable): N/A
- Marital Status (Includes name of Significant other): Single.
- Celebrity Claim: Jessica Stroup.
save me from the dark ;;[/color]
Born Serenity Natalia Harmon on ninth of July 1990 to a werewolf mother and father that were both in the United States Marine corps, she spent a good most of her life moving from base to base being cared for by her mothers irresponsible younger sister Lila whilst she rarely got to see either of her parents.
During childhood it became apparent that she was like her parents, a werewolf, Trinity had inherited their condition and the condition that ran throughout her entire family and several of their friends, belonging to a family of wolves (Or more technically called a pack – all of whom lived on the base and were in the Corps too) provided her with a sense of belonging and comfort and made sure that she was never alone even if it felt like it. It was clear from an early age that they expected her to sign up too when she left school, it seemed to be the pack way.
In school though she had her problems, the phasing each month uncontrollably was taking it’s toll on her and her behaviour, she had problems with anger and paying attention but struggled through it anyway, she couldn’t let her pack down – they had a plan for her.
She struggled through it, every single year becoming harder than the year that had preceded it but she did it. She graduated High school an A student with a frazzled mind and no social life and joined the Marines. The fitness, the training… It all came easily to her but she hadn’t prepared herself for the horrors that she’d see because of the evils of humanity. At twenty, she was shot fourteen times and got medical leave to recover, not that she needed it.
By this point though she was a different person, someone harder than previously with a more sinister heart than should exist in a girl her age.
During her leave, she spent several months travelling around the USA simply to cure her boredom; the marines had made the young wolf restless and unable to stay in one place for too long. It was during this time that she had the unfortunate pleasure of meeting a man that changed everything she was simply by feeding her his own blood and the blood of a human girl that she never even met. The transition was a horrible thing that left her needing human blood where she hadn’t before. She began to resent herself; resent everything that she was and because of that she had to leave the life that she’d known her entire life. It was because of this that she’d chosen to fight, and for this reason that she ended up living in Ireland.
After trying to live a quiet life, avoiding her pack and her family she managed to find a flow for her life, find direction and happiness in the simple life that she’d come to live. She put her resentment and her anger aside, her years of training essentially being brought up as a soldier would always take it’s toll on her but she’d never again let it define her.
She took interest in alternative art, in music and building things that were constructive and beautiful, cooking to let her be creative but made it useful. Her vow to become her very own person seemed to be paying off. She became fun loving with an insatiable wild side and a more compassionate nature than she would have ever thought it possible for her to have. She became selfless, sweet and the reverse of the soldier that had taken a medical leave.
Everything that she’d become made her a new person, someone that for the first time in her life she actually liked/.
bid my blood to run ;;[/color]
Mother: Ariadne Harmon chose the welfare of the pack over her own child, and rightfully so. Werewolf pregnancies are difficult enough so the fact that the only child she had turned out to be female and therefore a useless legacy she decided not to have any more children and focus on her career instead. She made sure, even if it was only a little that her daughter was cared for though, it was never that she didn’t love her just that she needed to teach the girl to be tough, to fend for herself and that meant she would never be able to mother her, never be able to comfort her or offer her anything emotionally because if her daughter was to ever become what she’d had destined, she would need to make sure she could stand on her own.
Father: Aaron Harmon was resolute on what his only child should do with her life, he’d been raised in a strict regime where the needs of the pack were always put above the needs of an individual and so he raised his daughter that way too, he never showed her kindness but made sure that she’d always know her place, always know what was expected of her. He often told her when she showed any form of emotion or weakness that in a good pack such things couldn’t be afforded, for this she more often than not hated him.
Aunt: Lila, Lila was everything that Serenity always wished she could be, carefree and fun loving but terribly irresponsible. She raised her and loved her like a mother ought to have loved their child; she didn’t see much use for the collective good of the pack if the needs of even one person were to go ignored. She held a girl belief that everyone was important and should be treated as such, she was often told that she was a disgrace to her pack but simply shrugged it off. She didn’t have the military mind, she just cared.
[/center]Father: Aaron Harmon was resolute on what his only child should do with her life, he’d been raised in a strict regime where the needs of the pack were always put above the needs of an individual and so he raised his daughter that way too, he never showed her kindness but made sure that she’d always know her place, always know what was expected of her. He often told her when she showed any form of emotion or weakness that in a good pack such things couldn’t be afforded, for this she more often than not hated him.
Aunt: Lila, Lila was everything that Serenity always wished she could be, carefree and fun loving but terribly irresponsible. She raised her and loved her like a mother ought to have loved their child; she didn’t see much use for the collective good of the pack if the needs of even one person were to go ignored. She held a girl belief that everyone was important and should be treated as such, she was often told that she was a disgrace to her pack but simply shrugged it off. She didn’t have the military mind, she just cared.
before I come undone ;;[/color]
- Your Name: Why my loves, I R Kaykay!
- Your Age: 22 *shifty eyes*
- Experience In Rp'ing: Yeears.
- How did you find us?: I R Admin for ‘Us’
- How can we contact you?: AIM/Facebook.
save me from the nothing I've become;;[/color]
Serenity smiled over her shoulder at the man in the bar as he ordered a drink. She held up a slender finger to let him know that she’d heard what he’d said and that she’d get to him in a moment. She was restocking the shelves because it had been a busy night; it always was around St. Patrick’s Day. She loved Ireland now, though when she’d moved here she’d disliked the place wholeheartedly because she was forced to come here. She’d joined a cause that she couldn’t see was destined to lose because she’d lost the life that she knew, compensating for what she didn’t even care for to start with had cost her everything, so now she was making the best of a terrible situation.
Since her move here she’d become a completely different person to who she was because who she was before was someone that she hated without even realizing it. She thought that the way she was raised had been normal, inexperienced in the world and the way that things outside of the pack collective worked she’d never seen anything abnormal in her emotionless lifestyle. Everyday was assigned some form of training, some form of school… There was no time for anything else. Since she’d moved though she was able to finally put her past to rest, the thing that she had originally thought had doomed her had in fact saved her from a fate way worse than she one that she’d actually lived through her entire life and become a person that actually cared, that actually had some redeeming qualities.
She’d taken up art as a hobby, or more an abstract version of art that she thoroughly enjoyed and used to vent her anger, she had a job working in a small bar and an apartment with a dog to go home to each night. She developed a love of walking, a love of the outdoors and finally started to see the beauty and innocence in life. She’d buried the old her behind walls, layers of protection and vowed that it would never again plague her days, but her nights were a different matter. She still had nightmares about the horrors she’d seen as a soldier and the horrors she’d had to endure as a child.
Her bright blue eyes now alight with wonder, with innocence and compassion once burned with determination, anger and resentment. She was glad though, glad that she’d finally become the person that she felt she was always destined to be even if it had been a painful journey to get here. She was riddled with regret whether she acknowledged it or not, but it would never again define her or rule her, who she was and who she’d become were two completely different people.
Going from someone intent on rules and the good of her pack above all else to being an abstract fun loving girl with a lust for life and an innocence that never had a place in her life when she was younger, Sera could finally say that she was happy, now all she had to do was find someone that could accept her past and present, someone that would love her even with her demons and her life would be complete, not that she could see that happening, who on earth would be able to understand that? She wasn’t even truly certain that she did half of the time which was why she’d chosen to become her very own version 2.0. She hadn’t changed when she looked at it from the right perspective; she’d simply been set free from a prison that was holding her back. Her 2.0 was the person she was always supposed to be.
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