Post by bamon2 on Nov 6, 2011 8:33:33 GMT -5
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* SHARONA georgiana DIXON !
[/size]Full Name: Sharona Georgiana Dixon
Nicknames: Sharona or Rory
Codename: Wild
Age: Twenty Five
Gender: Female
Birthday: 10th September
Species: Mutant
Orientation: Straight
Status: Single
Face Claim: Cassie Ventura
Student/Professor/Occupation: None
Which side are you on?: Brotherhood
Abilities: Feral Type. Upon will she can shift her hands into feline type claws. She has the natural grace, agility, strength, attractive allure, and predator instincts of one of the top feline predators - the tiger. With feral types, Wild also has supernatural healing, and because of this still looks eighteen. After all, she can't age when her cells just keep regenerating as they do with her quick healing. Upon command she can shift her body from human to a bengal tiger. Taller and stronger then the average normal tiger. She also has supernatural senses in both forms. As with predators, she has this allure that not only draws others to her but also rings alarm bells of danger. It is up to which one she prefers for them to feel at the time which one is stronger.
Ability Limits: Like any living thing, Wild does loose energy and so can only use bits of her ability ( like shifting hands to claws, shifting from human to tiger, and also healing wounds at quicker - for her - rates ) to a certain point before she needs to sleep and recharge. Her 'allure' isn't fool proof - there is always those who have stronger wills and refuse to let any feelings she tries to give them control them. Although she has supernatural senses they only work to a point. She cannot smell, see, and hear the entire world from one point at one time. Her senses reach 100 miles in every direction, although the further away the fainter the senses will be from her still point. The more she uses her abilities the more energy she needs which means the more food and sleep she requires. If she wants to stay in tiger form or keep her claws for an extended period, a lot more food is required along with sleep. Due to being so in touch ( and so much dna wise ) with her feral side, instead of having her montly feminine troubles she instead goes into 'heat' like any female animal once a month for three days and so shuts herself off for that since she has no intention of bearing anyones kittens.
Character: Original
Eyes: Chocolate Brown, Oval Shape, Volumptous Eyelashes
Hair: Pitch Black, Long, Volumptous, Waist Length
Body Type: Hourglass Figure
Weight: 13 stone
Height: 5 feet 9 inches
Flaws: Small bust
Favorite: Her legs, she loves how long they are
GENERAL APPEARANCE---
At five feet nine inches in height she definately won't be lost in a crowd, especially with her looks. Despite lacking in the bust department her toned stomach, curved "child-bearing" hips, long legs, and round backside she is definately a lot of men and women's favourite fantasy. Wild loves soft things, especially her fur in tiger form and so she looks after her hair very well. She was born with hair that naturally has fantastic volume, and hasn't had it cut in her entire life. She rarely wears make-up, but then again with her healing ability she doesn't have to. Her smokey dark looks are complimented with her caramel coloured skin, and so overall she is definately quite the pretty picture.
Wardrobe: Wild's classic look is usually skin tight black denim jeans, black leather jacket, and blood red vest top along with knee length red leather boots with a kitten heel. There are moments however she loves to don skin tight, sexy dresses that go into two catergories: skimpy and dangerous or devilish elegance. It depends on her mood. She only wears bras underneath the clothes ( if that ) and never any underwear. The less clothes the better in her opinion
The Likes:
- Violence, Gore, Torture, Blood, Pain
- Embracing her feral instincts, she loves being an animal especially the sensual, majestic, and powerful tiger
- The expensive things in life, especially beautiful clothes like leather jackets, skin tight silk clothing, and of course boots with kitten heels. She also loves sleeping in silk blankets and cushions, piled high, with the feel of the fabric against her bare skin
The Dislikes:
- People trying to cage her in ( in every sort of way ) especially when she has to do it herself once a month for three days
- Anyone disturbing her when she is asleep. You can expect to be killed if you do
- When people underestimate her or try to make her become submissive or assume she is inferior to her. It annoys her, and after a while it does get old putting them in their place - she has yet to meet anyone who is her equal ( she isn't stupid enough to think there won't be someone like that somewhere )
The Fears:
- That one day she will be caged up somehow and will never be able to get out
- She does fear one day running into a male, especially feral, that will be stronger, faster, and be able to make her submit
The Hopes & Dreams:
- She dreams of one day hunting down and killing the ultimate prey
- That whoever does have the ability to best her dies before they find her ( its a very good dream of hers )
Strengths:
- Imaginative & Creative ( she does love coming up with new ways to play with her food )
- Like most felines she can be rather affectionate when she finds someone deserving enough ( thus far she hasn't found anyone )
- She's a survivor, and easily adapts to any situation - after all she is very creative
- She can sleep anywhere with ease ( hey, its a strength for her )
Weaknesses:
- She is always living on doing what is best for number one, and so she isn't loyal to anyone but herself
- After being abandoned by her parents ( she has no idea her mother died ) she has severe trust issues meaning she doesn't trust anyone hence why she flies solo
- She is very vunerable while she sleeps and so due to her solo nature if her sleeping place isn't secure anything can happen to her ( she is also vunerable during in her 'in heat' periods )
- She has always had a weakness for challenges
GENERAL PERSONALITY---
Wild is one of the most complex characters I have created to date. Since she was a babe all she has ever been taught is to embrace her inner feral. After all, at the church orphanage you had to fight to survive - for food, for the better bed, for the better room, so you don't get bullied, for the better treatment, and to get adopted ( not that she ever wanted the last one ). So, she embraced her feral side, with no parents or anyone she respected to teach her otherwise. All she knows is hunting, killing, pleasing her inner animal in torture, feeding, making herself a luxurious den, and being independant. As vicious and sadistic she can be, since she has never had a proper childhood nor grew up properly, deep down she is innocent also. One of the major ways this can be seen is that she never has embraced the 'breeding' side of the animal within her. She keeps herself locked up so no male could ever touch her. Although she will never admit it, all she has ever done in that way is kissing, and that is just to lure her victims. When it comes to the sexual sides of things she is very shy, innocent, and unknowing about things. In the right situation she would be capable of blushing and perhaps showing a softer side. Her softer side is also shown in the way she loves soft things and will surround herself as well as rub against soft things like silk. Inside her she does want to have someone and be affectionate towards, but with the tiger in her being independant along with her untouched innocence, she has several walls in the way that prevent her upon acting on such inclinations. She is a very passionate and fierce individual, with a very intelligent head on her shoulders despite being so feral. She easily adapts to any situations that arise, and if plans are needed she always has back-up plans, along with back-up plans for the original back-up plans. Failure is not an option for Wild, and so would make a perfect hired assassin, if one could tame her that is. Due to having no one to reign her in however she is wild and untameable, hence her codename 'Wild'. As bad as she is, it doesn't mean there isn't good in her despite being very, very, very well hidden. Of course, despite there being good in her it is unseen due to the fact she has embraced her feral nature so thoroughly, and loves it. She responds better to animal language - aka vocal and body language, much like one animal does with another. Like wolves where the submissive rolls on the ground exposing its underbelly to the other wolf who is dominant to the submissive. That is her first language, the animal language that even humans posess ( not that they know it ), and human english language is simply second to her. She is quite easy to please once you understand her - its just understanding her thats the problem. She has never been taught right or wrong, and so doesn't feel any need to hesitate or feel any negative emotions to her actions which she indulges in. She simply feels a need and acts on it. Simple, yet complex in her own way.
Father: Unknown
Mother: Lulu Tiana Dixon - Deceased - Died at 18 years old
Sibling(s): None
Hometown: Salem
GENERAL HISTORY---
Even at her birth Sharona's life was bloody. She tore her way out, and damaged her mother so much upon her entrance into the world that her mother died of severe internal injuries. Although Sharona's father was at her birth, he didn't hesitate in dumping her at the nearest church he could find once he got her out of the hospital. All Sharona ever heard of her father was that apparently he was a feral mutant complete with wolf-like fangs, a lot of facial hair, claws as hands, and a very muscular build on a seven foot body. Apparently he had looked like the realistic equivalant of the Wolfman although Sharona has never seen this movie. She had heard he terrified the nuns when he dropped Sharona off. Despite the nuns' best efforts in raising Sharona she was never like the other children. She was what they labelled a trouble maker. Pets seemed to go missing at the church's orphanage, and whenever anyone tried to go into Sharona's room she'd fight them with such fierce animal-like passion that no one got to see inside. Not whilst she was there. She probably would have been kicked out could they have seen inside her room.
When Sharona turned ten years old, other children and even the nuns began disappearing. No one wanted to suspect the beautiful ten year old Sharona. After all, she had been through a tough time, and just because the disappearances started not long after she was brought to the church didn't mean that it was her. No one had any proof either, although the children started avoiding Sharona as much as possible. It wasn't long before the rumours went around the church, and then began spreading to the parishoners of the church. It was when she was sixteen that she was found out. It was one am in the morning, the priest was sitting alone on one of the pews with much on his mind. Sharona wore her best innocent look as she wandered over to him. He was much like a grandfather to the children of the church orphanage, so he didn't hesitate when she came over and sat on his lap. He didn't even see it coming. She slit his throat - not enough for him to die, but enough to keep him incapicitated whilst concious so she could enjoy seeing the expressions of pain and fear upon him as well as feel it through all her senses. She was found sat on the priest's lap, lapping at the blood pouring out of the slit on his neck whilst her hands - now claws - sliced through his upper arms. The nuns were horrified.
Police of course were called, and after a lot of fighting where ten policemen were killed or injured severely, Sharona was finally pushed out of the church away from the nuns and children. They shot her with several tranquiliser darts but none were effective due to her mutation and so she lost them when she ran off into the forest. She went on the run, going from city to city as she hunted, tortured, killed, and robbed - taking money from whomever she ran into. Once she had gathered her own personal fortune - thankyou stupid millionaires who carry money with them - she settled down in New York for a bit. She set up her own hidden personal bank accounts, depoisting all the money she had stolen, and then hired the penthouse suite of the best five star hotel around. After that she began luring old millionaires and billionaires back to her suite, implying sex but never giving it to them. They all ended up missing. Of course, Sharona had slaughtered them after having a little of her own fun with them. Well, they had signed over their fortunes before they died, and so she gained more money that way. She went from big city to big city around the world, doing the same thing and never getting caught. When they found the bodies they were ripped apart so bad they always named them animal attacks. After a while the police realised it was the same animal, they named the creature 'Wild' and told the public through all public media to be on guard.
Sharona found out through the grapevine there were other feral mutants. She stalked them for a while, gaining everything she could on them before moving on. She found them left wanting. Inferior to her. She never did find her father. Not that she was that bothered. Of course if she ever find find him she would want to add him to her notch of victims. It was a week ago from the present that Magneto approached her. He had heard of her 'good work' as he put it and wanted her to join his team. Sharona told him she would think about it. After all, as dark as they were she wasn't convinced they were anywhere near her level. Deciding she wanted to up her prey, she moved close to the Institute, wondering how exciting the hunt would be with other mutants as her prey. What better then to pick them from her very own prey enclosure otherwise known as the institute?
Alias: Bamon
Age: Twenty Five
Gender: Female
Rules: Yes
RP Experience: Over 10 years
Where did you find us?: Proboards Support
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE---Sharona yawned deeply as she stretched her body out in a very feline-like way. The sunlight flooded in through her glass windows, highlighing her bare caramel skin as she laid in a huge pile of silk cushions and silk sheets, cushioning every inch of her body. She slowly sat up, running a hand through her untamed black hair before opening her eyes to peer around her large penthouse suite. She smirked the cleanliness of her suite before lifting her right hand towards her mouth. Her tongue poked out and she began to lap at her hand which was covered in blood. She had fed well last night. The fourty something year old banker had quite a lot of meat on his bones. She had eaten everything besides the bones which she had ground up into powder before flushing it down the toilet. It took a lot of cleaning products to clean up her mess. Sure, she was experienced in the hunt and the kill, but sometimes there were just days where she wanted to make one hell of a mess. Just like a child with her paints and four entire walls to paint. What was the point of staying in the lines when you could create something so beautifully messy?
Once she had cleaned her skin of the blood as much as possible she gracefully stood up whilst stretching out her body once more. Sharona silently padded into the en-suite, turning on the taps of the bathtub before gathering one of her soft thick fluffy white body length towels. She placed it over the radiator to warm it up before shutting off the taps. Sharona slowly got in, grabbing her sponge and began to slowly as well as softly scrub her body much like a tiger would do with its tongue on its own fur. She contorted her body in various ways so she got every inch of her skin before washing her hair with special shampoo and conditioner. Once clean she pulled the bathtub's plug before stepping out of the porcelein white tub which was of course top of the range. Picking up the warm towel she rubbed off the excess water from every inch of her body and then her hair before shaving her legs and arm pits. She prefered leaving her special area natural. It was awful enough she had to do her legs and arm pits. Her inner feral was insulted it was considered the norm for human society, but unfortunately she had to keep the hair from those places or else she'd never be able to lure in her prey as she enjoyed doing so.
Now dry, Sharona put the towel into her hamper before making her way back into her bedroom. Opening her exquisite antique wardrobe she peered through her clothing to see what she fancied wearing today. After all, she wasn't going to fill her stomach in the penthouse naked, as much as she loved laying in her bedroom sunning herself through the open wall length windows. In the end she picked out one of her favourite emerald green dresses. It had two thick straps going over her shoulders to hold it up, moving diagonally down her back and dipping just half an inch above her bottom so it made her dress backless. Around the front just under the waist it was embroidered in delicate and complex gold creating a belt of sorts to gather the portion of the dress above it tight against her skin. After the 'belt' of sorts the dress loosely flowed down to the ground since the dress was floor length - it practically hung off her exotic curves, making it a simple, understated, elegant, and drop dead sexy as hell dress. Everything Sharona could ever want in a dress. The fabric might as well be sheer since although it did cover her body there was definately no hiding the way the dress enhanced her curves. She placed a pair of gold kitten heels on her feet, running a brush through her hair, and then made her way into the elevator to take it down to the ground floor where the lobby of the hotel was.
It was time to have fun.
Can't wait for her and Wolverine to meet 
