Hello, My name is…


Armanya Finch

Name: Armanya Finch

Birthdate: October 5th

Age: 21

Species: Werewolf

Job: Student(Meteorology,Music&Photogrophy) Musician

Ain’t I…

Intriguing

Hair Color: Dark Brown with lighter brown tones

Eye Color: Brown

Height: 5' 6 1/2"

Piercings: Cartalage, nose, and ears.

Tattoos:

Prominent Scars: A small scar running down her left leg.

Personality:
[*]Misunderstod
[*]Mysterious
[*]Musical
[*]Inspiring
[*]Sly

Likes:
♥ Music
♥ Darkness
♥ Guys who are deep and touch her hard to find soul
♥ Finding the little bit of beauty left in the world
♥ Discovering things yet to be discovered.
♥ Sever Thunderstorms/Tornadoes

Dislikes:
* Rap/Hip-hop&Country/Blue Grass Music
* Preppy/overly optimistic people
* Super sunny/hot days
* "Ugly" people (not looks wise)
* Naive people

Two Strengths:
+ Being able to control emotions (or at least not show them)
+ Strong Instincts

Two Weaknesses:
- Willing to do what ever it takes to get what she wants (well almost anything)
- Indisisive about many things (even things like what side she would take Good or Bad Right or Wronge.)

Two Fears:
= Deing before ever really living
= Losing Control of herself and the things around her.

Secrets: She keeps secrets from her self so its hard to have any.

Family:
Father: Alexander Finch (47)
Mother: Lyndsey Finch (45)

Pets: none

Brief History:
Armanya's life has been simple, until recently. . . . .

Alexander and Lyndsey where young. They meet during their college graduation. They both were graduating from Oxford in London England. To make a long story short they bumped into each other at the punch table and it was all history from there. They exchanged numbers and went on a couple of casual dates. Somewhere in a two month period Alex fell for Lyndsey and asked her to merry her. You could say that it was romantic and easy.

Six months later the couple moved to Oklahoma. It was after living there for a month that they found out that Lyndsey was pregnant. Eight months later they had there there little girl Armanya. She was there greatest gift, even better then the fortune they had been given by God.

As Armanya grew she became a strong woman. Falling in love with the Oklahoman storms and beauty of a barren landscape. She did live a rich life with anything she needed, but instead of taking advantage of that she used it to grow as a human being. Through out her childhood she learned many things including how to sing. play the flute and piano, and take photography. When she graduated top of her class and voted most likely to succeed in her senior class she moved here to this town.

Armanya soon realized this to be the biggest mistake of her life. Because soon after enrolling in college she was bit, by a werewolf. He left her to die, but accidentally changed her. Knowing much in the field of creatures, she could tell that it was an amateur werewolf that bit her. Now she lives the life of a student and a wolf. Being the bright person she is she easily lives with her problem.

But that doesn't mean that she likes it. . . . . . . . . . .

Age: 13
How many Years you’ve been Rping: two going on three

Rp Sample:
This is an RP from a Harry Potter web site I play on. One of the first ones I did. My character is Dalea Linden thats why it says Dalea. XD


Quote:

Dalea walked out of a near by shop. She pulled the hood of her deep emrald cloak tighter around her neck. She had just finished selling something to a shop owner. She was always selling vampiric items, and things her parents where always giving to her. She kept about half the things that she thought would come in handy and sold the rest. She had partialy thanked the money she made for the large mannor she owns. She turned to her right and began walking. Her cloak following her, partialy exposing her black dress. She didnt get far befor coming across another person. She stopped for a minute. She could obviously tell this person was a student. Dalea continued walking until she reached the girl. " What are we doing out by our selfs?" She didnt really mind just approching people because she wasnt exactly shy, and she was in a place with her kind of people. She pulled the hood even tighter around her face, not for any exact reason just to hide her face more. Her hands that where being kept warm by black leather gloves clutched her cloack together. It was a bit cold out but not as cold as normal for this time of the year.