Post by darkwulf73 on Dec 26, 2006 10:34:13 GMT -5
Name: Celina Margaret Guzman
Age: 16
Job: None
Personality: Cel is a very strange person indeed. She’s lonely, that’s for sure, but she shies away from others of any species. On the outside she’s a violent girl who would rather fight her way out than run. Loss has made her bitter. Deep within she is in pieces. Without the clarity that wholeness brings she is left with nothing but pain and the occasional relief that anger brings. It’s almost like she’s a feral animal just waiting to be tamed. Attempts on her life have made her very cautious and even aggressive towards others. It hasn’t even clicked in her mind yet that it might be the collar or her copy of the key (see history) that are the causes of all her frustrations. She just loves using that power way too much and she’d be utterly lost without it. Getting another object would be a plus for her if she could mange it.
Description:
-Human- With medium length, deep chestnut hair and almond shaped, olive eyes Cel is pretty enough. She’s curved in all the right spots and strong looking from a lot of running, but she’s also on the short side (5’2”). She’s also a bit wiry and a slight bit on the thin side.
-Dog- As a dog Cel is a black German Shepherd. She, just like when she’s in a human form, is a bit on the small side, even for a female dog. Regardless, she is still a force to be reckoned with and she looks it. Beneath the typical short hair of a German Shepherd Dog lay the same muscles she has in her human shape. Not to mention there are those teeth. All in all, she can be intimidating when she tries. She’s even devised her own organization when it comes to the leather collar. Her own copy of the key (see history) is attached to the ring with a small clip. This is to allow her to make a quick getaway in places where there aren’t any doors, but the ability to quickly snap off the key when she needs to use it.
History: Celina had a relatively normal childhood. She grew up in Roswell New Mexico with her single mother and her brother, Carlos Guzman. Their father had left before she was even born. Whenever she asked her mother why she’d always be answered with an empty stare. How does a mother tell her child that her father had only wanted one child?
By the time she was thirteen she was already working. Her brother, three years her senior, would walk her to school every morning on weekdays. After school, she’d head to work and her brother would walk her home every night. It was on the way to work that she came across a dog lying dead beside the road. It was a male, black German Shepherd and riddled with bullet holes. This was nothing unusual to her as people often ‘put down’ their own dogs in her town. The collar looked like it would bring some money to her family, however. So before she even knew what she was doing, she was looking at a dead human. Terrified, she ran to work and immediately told her brother about it. Carlos wanted her to get rid of the collar immediately, but she was more reluctant.
Two days later she had built up enough courage to put the collar on herself. From that moment on she was hooked. The town came to know a new ‘stray dog’ that somehow had a collar. Her public appearances were what got her caught in the end. She kept getting followed and she thought that she was dodging the people every time. At first she didn’t care about them, but then they started shooting at her. That was when she realized that she wasn’t the only one who wanted the numbness that being a dog brought her. All it took was one time of her slipping up to bring her family in. The look on Carlos’s face when he realized that she hadn’t tossed the collar like he’d told her to still haunts her. He ended up with a bullet in his gut two seconds latter. Struck dumb by the sound of the gun and the sight of her brother’s blood spilling over the floor, Cel couldn’t do much but stand there and stare for a bit. It was her fault that she’d realized by the time Carlos’s eyes glazed over. Then, before she could react, a second shot echoed out and her mother collapsed on the floor. They’d taken her dumbfounded stare to be defiance and administered their punishment. This was a major turning point in her life, the moment she went dark.
In a flash of dark fur she was on the neck of the man blocking the door. Needless to say, he didn’t ever move again. Legs pumping, she was tearing away in a zigzag pattern. It was probably what allowed her to manage to escape with only a bullet in her hip. From then on, she was incredibly careful. Killing that man had affected her severely, but not the way one would think. Her disposition went from being a sweet dog to the female equivalent of Cujo. Her paranoia only got worse when she stumbled in on an old, rundown motel. Just outside of room eight, there was a key lying on the ground. She found it weird that the key was for room ten when there was no room ten at the motel.
Somehow, the key had been doubled and Cel, already broken and obsessed with the collar, was all to eager to figure out the puzzle. Taking back a human form for the first time in a while, she picked up the key and tried it on room nine. The sunny room that opened did not look quite like what she’d envisioned the ramshackle motel would look like on the inside. Cautiously, she entered the room, her stomach flipping over itself. She closed the door behind herself and opened it again. How shocked she was cannot be measured. From there on, she figured out how to use the key and got a small clip to attach the key to the collar. The number of people tracking her down stepped up, but she didn’t even bother connecting it to the key in her mind. Right now, she’s lost.
Age: 16
Job: None
Personality: Cel is a very strange person indeed. She’s lonely, that’s for sure, but she shies away from others of any species. On the outside she’s a violent girl who would rather fight her way out than run. Loss has made her bitter. Deep within she is in pieces. Without the clarity that wholeness brings she is left with nothing but pain and the occasional relief that anger brings. It’s almost like she’s a feral animal just waiting to be tamed. Attempts on her life have made her very cautious and even aggressive towards others. It hasn’t even clicked in her mind yet that it might be the collar or her copy of the key (see history) that are the causes of all her frustrations. She just loves using that power way too much and she’d be utterly lost without it. Getting another object would be a plus for her if she could mange it.
Description:
-Human- With medium length, deep chestnut hair and almond shaped, olive eyes Cel is pretty enough. She’s curved in all the right spots and strong looking from a lot of running, but she’s also on the short side (5’2”). She’s also a bit wiry and a slight bit on the thin side.
-Dog- As a dog Cel is a black German Shepherd. She, just like when she’s in a human form, is a bit on the small side, even for a female dog. Regardless, she is still a force to be reckoned with and she looks it. Beneath the typical short hair of a German Shepherd Dog lay the same muscles she has in her human shape. Not to mention there are those teeth. All in all, she can be intimidating when she tries. She’s even devised her own organization when it comes to the leather collar. Her own copy of the key (see history) is attached to the ring with a small clip. This is to allow her to make a quick getaway in places where there aren’t any doors, but the ability to quickly snap off the key when she needs to use it.
History: Celina had a relatively normal childhood. She grew up in Roswell New Mexico with her single mother and her brother, Carlos Guzman. Their father had left before she was even born. Whenever she asked her mother why she’d always be answered with an empty stare. How does a mother tell her child that her father had only wanted one child?
By the time she was thirteen she was already working. Her brother, three years her senior, would walk her to school every morning on weekdays. After school, she’d head to work and her brother would walk her home every night. It was on the way to work that she came across a dog lying dead beside the road. It was a male, black German Shepherd and riddled with bullet holes. This was nothing unusual to her as people often ‘put down’ their own dogs in her town. The collar looked like it would bring some money to her family, however. So before she even knew what she was doing, she was looking at a dead human. Terrified, she ran to work and immediately told her brother about it. Carlos wanted her to get rid of the collar immediately, but she was more reluctant.
Two days later she had built up enough courage to put the collar on herself. From that moment on she was hooked. The town came to know a new ‘stray dog’ that somehow had a collar. Her public appearances were what got her caught in the end. She kept getting followed and she thought that she was dodging the people every time. At first she didn’t care about them, but then they started shooting at her. That was when she realized that she wasn’t the only one who wanted the numbness that being a dog brought her. All it took was one time of her slipping up to bring her family in. The look on Carlos’s face when he realized that she hadn’t tossed the collar like he’d told her to still haunts her. He ended up with a bullet in his gut two seconds latter. Struck dumb by the sound of the gun and the sight of her brother’s blood spilling over the floor, Cel couldn’t do much but stand there and stare for a bit. It was her fault that she’d realized by the time Carlos’s eyes glazed over. Then, before she could react, a second shot echoed out and her mother collapsed on the floor. They’d taken her dumbfounded stare to be defiance and administered their punishment. This was a major turning point in her life, the moment she went dark.
In a flash of dark fur she was on the neck of the man blocking the door. Needless to say, he didn’t ever move again. Legs pumping, she was tearing away in a zigzag pattern. It was probably what allowed her to manage to escape with only a bullet in her hip. From then on, she was incredibly careful. Killing that man had affected her severely, but not the way one would think. Her disposition went from being a sweet dog to the female equivalent of Cujo. Her paranoia only got worse when she stumbled in on an old, rundown motel. Just outside of room eight, there was a key lying on the ground. She found it weird that the key was for room ten when there was no room ten at the motel.
Somehow, the key had been doubled and Cel, already broken and obsessed with the collar, was all to eager to figure out the puzzle. Taking back a human form for the first time in a while, she picked up the key and tried it on room nine. The sunny room that opened did not look quite like what she’d envisioned the ramshackle motel would look like on the inside. Cautiously, she entered the room, her stomach flipping over itself. She closed the door behind herself and opened it again. How shocked she was cannot be measured. From there on, she figured out how to use the key and got a small clip to attach the key to the collar. The number of people tracking her down stepped up, but she didn’t even bother connecting it to the key in her mind. Right now, she’s lost.
