Post by Syria DeDarko on Jun 28, 2010 11:40:04 GMT -5
Syria Anastasia DeDarko
I won't suffer, be broken, get tired, or wasted
Surrender to nothing, or give up what I
Started and stopped it, from end to beginning
A new day is coming, and I am finally free
Full Name: Syria Anastasia DeDarko
Nicknames: Sy (pronounced "Sai"); Anya Tatkret (as an alias)
Physical Age: 24
Date of Birth: June 13, 1986
Hometown: Kenai, Alaska
Current Residence: New Orleans, Louisiana
Occupation: Bounty Hunter
Relationship Status: Single
Character Type: Werewolf
Affiliations: Chaotic Good
Gender: Female
Hair: Dark Brown
Eyes: Chocolate
Height: 5' 7"
Weight: 136 lbs.
Body Type: Thin and slightly petite, but still fairly athletic.
Best Feature: Her body/fitness. She's put a lot of work into shaping her body up, and keeping it in peek physical condition.
Worst Feature: Her scars. She has a fair amount of scars all over herself, from various fights, as well as the scar on her shoulder from when she was bitten by a werewolf.
Sexuality: Heterosexual (straight)
Personal Style: Syria dresses very casually most of the time, in jeans and an accompanying shirt that normally ranges from tank tops to polos to flannel shirts. Usually she dons either Converse shoes when relaxing, or combat boots when action is expected. She's ready though to dress however the situation requires, and often goes under several guises for depending on the bounty she's hunting down.
Face Claim: Nina Dobrev
Abilities: For the most part, Syria has all the general abilities you'd expect a werewolf to have. Heightened senses, enhanced strength and speed, accelerated healing...the whole spiel. With those benefits however, also come some disadvantages. While she may be able to shift into a wolf at any given time, the full moon forces the change on her, and prevents her from changing back until sunrise the next day. She's also extremely allergic to silver, and copious amounts can be deadly.
On the normal side, Syria is well versed in various forms of combat. Sure, she's not like to whip out some complicated form of ninjitsu or something, but in a fight she's more than capable of taking care of herself and kicking some ass in the process.
Personality: Syria is somewhat cold and standoffish to most, with a very sarcastic and dry whit, but to those she knows and trusts deeply, she's a kind and selfless person. She won't hesitate to help others, and will gladly sacrifice her own well-being for their safety. She can be a bit paranoid and distrustful though, with good reason. Past betrayals and loss have her emotionally scarred, and because of that, it takes a lot of effort to make her smile and laugh. When aggravated, she has the tendency to become extremely aggressive and defensive, and even goes as far to insult others.
With other supernatural creatures, Syria is very guarded. She wants to believe that, like her, some of them can be saved, but she's not innocent. Her quick whits keep her constantly on her toes, and she has a strong nose for trouble.
Likes:
• Rainy days
• Being alone
• Saving others
• Reading
• Sushi
Dislikes:
• Having to fight
• Being forced to shift
• The moon
• Not being able to save others
• Bright, sunny days
Strengths:
• Her natural abilities
• Confident
• Strong sense of morality
• A quick whit
• Both stubborn and determined
Weaknesses:
• Silver
• A partially fractured mental state
• A little anti-social
• Her size/body-build
• Too stubborn at times
• Her humanity
Mother: Yakone DeDarko (deceased)
Father: Alexander Mikhail DeDarko (deceased)
Siblings: Johnathan Tamas DeDarko (twin brother)
Others:
Bio: Syria, along with her brother Johnathan, were born on June 13, 1986 in Kenai, Alaska. Nothing ever really happened to them that was out of the ordinary, and along with her parents, her twin, Syria lived a happy, normal life.
Eventually Syria fell in with the bad crowd, namely the crowd her brother Johnathan normally hung out with. Without the guidance to keep her set straight, Syria began resort to petty theft along with her brother and his friends, and everything went downhill from there. Her mother was always busy working, and her father was an Alaskan Crab fisherman, which took him away from their family for months at a time. There was nearly no parental leadership to stop the vicious cycle that had claimed her. She started going out to parties a lot, and even drinking in excess. Her grades in school went down, and she even started exhibiting signs of depression, but for the most part everything went unnoticed by her busy parents.
Then, when she was about seventeen, Syria went to a party that would forever change her life. Like always, her and her brother went to the party, which was hosted at the camping ground at Kenai National Widlife preserve, to relax and get drunk, but things started to go downhill when a stranger started flirting around with Syria. With her brother, who was pretty much her protector, drunk and passed out on the in one of the tents, Syria quickly found herself under the spell of the mysterious guy, who she'd never seen before despite this party being mainly for kids that went to their high school. She didn't notice how haggard the guy looked, as if he'd been living in the woods the entire time.
Clearly inebriated and her judgment shot, Syria followed the guy, who took her a good distance away from the campfire, and started making out with him, unable to stop herself. Within minutes the situation escalated when the guy tried to take off her clothes, but Syria cleared her mind enough to refuse, and pushed him away. The guy, also partially drunk, seemed to grow and angry and lost control, pushing himself onto her and shoving his hand over her mouth. She fought back as much as she could, but he was stronger than her...inhumanly strong. When he tried to rip open her jeans, his hand lost its grip on her mouth, which allowed her to scream loudly as a cry for help. Her scream seemed to make him loose even more control, as she quickly back-handed her, and lifted her off the ground and threw her against a tree.
Just as she thought it was over, his eyes shining with lust as he advanced on her, Johnathan ran through the the dense foliage, somehow having been able to hear his sister's scream and sense the danger his twin was in. He tackled the guy, but the guy fought back, tossing him off with a sense of ease. Syria took the opportunity and used the only weapon she could find, a small, silver dagger her Inuit mother had given her as a sign her her ancestors, and tried to drive it into his back in an attempt to distract the guy from her brother.
As soon as the sharp edge of the dagger pierced his skin, the guy seemed to scream in agony, and when he turned to face Syria, she merely stood there in shock. His face had become slightly deformed, his eyes now shining an unearthly gold and his teeth now sharp and feral. He pouncing on her, and completely lost in his instincts, bit down on her bare shoulder. As she screamed, her brother recovered from his position and, limping slightly, dove onto the guy's back and hooked his arms around his neck. The guy tried to shake her brother off, but when unable to, he bit down on her brother's arm, and slammed them both into the trunk of one of the trees.
Johnathan, clearly dazed, fell off the guy's back at his sister's feet, holding his bleeding arm close to his chest. He used his good arm to push himself into front of Syria, which clutched onto his shoulders tightly, ignoring the fact that her shoulder was bleeding pretty heavily. The guy was advancing on both of them, clearly unfazed and unarmed by any of their attempts to hurt him.
Just then, all of them heard voices and sirens approaching from down near the road, growing closer and closer. The guy freaked, and completely ignoring Syria and her brother, dove into the dark underbrush and disappeared. As the police found them, Syria and her brother merely gripped each other, glad to be alive from the ordeal.
The police had gotten a tip about the party and underage drinking, and had been there to bust that. But when they came upon Syria and her brother, they promptly took both of them to the hospital, and sent out an APB on the guy that had attacked them. Both Syria and her brother were treated for their wounds, and after giving the police a statement, were sent home with their mother, who was just glad to have both Syria her brother home safe and sound. Their father came home soon after, ending his fishing trip a month several months earlier than expected.
Life for them seemed to return to normal for both Syria and her brother, with the main exception of both of them now being set straight on their ways, and being on their best behavior. The ordeal they had gone through had taught them a hard lesson, having been through such, made them shy away from the possibility of ever having to go through that again. They went through life as normal, that is, until they began to really take notice of a couple of strange things a week later.
Both Syria and her brother's bite wounds were healing fast, faster than they should have been. By the end of the week, both of their wounds were healed, leaving both of them with barely a scar. Taking the guy that had bitten them into account, Syria knew something was up, despite her brother just telling her to ignore it and move on. Syria could sense that Johnathan was perturbed by the situation as well, but unlike her, his way of dealing with it was to deny and ignore it. And so Syria began investigating the situation herself, trying to find out the truth about the man that had attacked them and what was happening to both her and her brother.
As the next week went on, Syria began to notice other differences, like how she was faster and stronger, able to sense things around her that she shouldn't be able to. Her hearing became stronger, more acute, along with her other senses. She tried to ask her brother if the same thing was happening to him too, but he denied it, despite the fact that Syria could tell that he was lying. So Syria delved into her research once more, trying to tie everything in together. Finally she found the only thing that could explain everything; werewolves. The accelerated healing, the increased abilities, the heightened senses...everything fit. Even the guy that had bitten them, his reaction to silver, it all fit. He had been a werewolf, and by biting Syria and her brother, he had infected them.
Syria tried to convince her brother of the truth, of what she had found, but he refused to believe her, telling her that she was delusional. According to her research, both Syria and her brother would change at the full moon, which was going to be tomorrow. Syria decided to drive upstate, and camp out in the same forest that the trouble had started in, just to be safe. She told her brother to come with, just to be safe, but he refused, and Syria was forced to leave him.
By the next night Syria was nervous, having already hiked up into the forest and set up camp. Part of her told her that she was crazy, that this entire thing was crazy, but another part of her told her that she was right, that something terrible was about to happen. Syria could sense the moon outside her tent, calling out to her, seemingly beckoning to her. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up, sensing what was approaching. Against her better instincts Syria followed her instincts outside the tent, allowing herself to gaze up at the full moon in awe.
Suddenly she was engulfed in pain, clutching her stomach as she fell sideways, groaning in agony. It felt like her entire body was on fire, like her insides were being twisting around, shifting. She saw her nails grow sharper and thicker, twisting themselves into a hideous set of deadly claws. The muscles under her skin strained and stretched, growing and shifting; her clothes seemed to grow tight under the strain of her shifting form. She felt her ankle structure painfully begin to change, shredding her sneakers. Her teeth grew sharper, more feral, and beneath the bursting seams of her Jeans, Syria felt a tail begin to emerge and grow, stretching out from the base of her spine. In a few short moment a coat of long yet luxurious auburn fur began to sprout over her form, shredding the remainder of her clothes. Her jaws lengthened into a snout, and as her pain-wracked form shuddered one last time, Syria faded away, unable to bare the agony any more.
When she awoke, Syria was alone of the middle of the woods, naked. Dried blood stained her face, as well as part of her neck and chest. She soon found the source; the carcass of a deer a yard or so away from her, completely torn to pieces. She used the snow around her to try and wash the blood off her, and after she was satisfied, she walked back to her her campsite. Thankfully she had packed a change of clothes, and after cleaning herself up a bit more, she dressed herself quickly.
She sat there for a while, under the protection of the tent, trying to figure out what to do next. By now, memories of the previous night had begun to return to her, filling her with dread. She had felt the instinct to hunt, and in doing so, had hunted and killed that deer she had found. Part of her had been conscious when she had done it; the pain of the change had merely shocked her, but the entire time she had been changed she had been conscious in some way. She was a werewolf, but what that entirely meant, Syria wasn't sure.
Part of her felt that with practice, she could control it. Last night had merely been the first time, and the agony of the change her kept her consciousness too shocked to control it. But with practice...she could learn to live with this, to harness it. Being a werewolf didn't have to be something bad. If it came down to it, and she couldn't control it, then she'd kill herself, if only for the sake of others. But part of her was sure that it could be controlled, and that she wouldn't have to go so far.
With a gasp, Syria suddenly remembered her brother. If she had changed last night, that meant that he had as well. Gathering up her stuff, she hiked back to her car at a full sprint, running faster than any human ever could have. She threw the stuff in the back of her pick-up truck, and sped back into town, not paying any heed to the speed limits or whatnot. She needed to get back, and make sure that her brother was okay, that nothing had happened to him or gone wrong.
As she turned the corner, Syria was met with a gruesome sight. Half of the block was cordoned off, and nearly a dozen police cars surrounded her house, along with one solitary ambulance. She abandoned her truck at the edge of the blockade, and raced forward, trying to break through the wall of police. She knocked a few of them down, running past them, but stopped in her tracks when she saw them wheel a black body-bag out of her front door, followed by a second body bag.
Her instincts told her that her brother was safe and alive, so as she gazed as the two black bags, Syria's heart fell upon one answer; her parents. One of the police barely caught her as she collapsed, unable to deal with the truth. Like her, her brother had changed last night. Also like her, he'd hunted, unable to control the change completely. Yet unlike her, he hadn't been alone in the woods, where he couldn't hurt anyone. He had been at home, with their parents, unaware of what was going to happen.
The police told her that a rabid wolf had broken into her house, and butchered both her of parents. They hadn't found her brother's body, but they said that he was probably injured, having fled away from it. They were going to do everything they could to find the animal and kill it, but Syria knew the truth. Her brother no doubt had awoken at sunrise like her, and been greeted by memories of the previous night. He had probably fled, unable to deal with what he had done.
Syria promised that she would find him, and hunt down whatever that had done this to them. She skipped town before the funeral, not wanting anyone to see her like she was now, a freak and a monster.
So she went onto the road, searching for her brother, trying to find any leads she could on the man that had done this to them. Over the years she fell into being a bounty hunter, using her abilities to her advantage. She earned a good reputation, and uses that in her favor to carve out a niche in the messed up life she's managed to make for herself.
RP Sample:
See Ryan Moretti.
